Summary: Amanda Rollins suggested that Olivia get a hotel room with Elliot to "get it out of her system." There are a few ways that could go. Here's one take on it…
Disclaimer: Dick Wolf owns everything; I just take the characters out and play with them once in a while.
Chapter 3 - Ed
Olivia rolled over and pulled the blankets around her again. She wasn't sure what annoyed her more - the fact that Elliot kept pushing her to talk about Lewis or the fact that he brought it up at all. Who on earth asks someone about old injuries in the middle of sex? Or at least, and attempt at sex. Now that he had pulled those memories from the depth of her mind, she was tired of visiting them, even the ones that were someone good, like how Brian had treated her in the aftermath.
Her gaze fell on the photo next to her bed of her, Ed, and Noah in front of the Eiffel Tower. She had been a fool to let him go, and now he was gone forever. And then a particular Super Bowl Sunday crossed her mind, and a smile crept across her face…
7 years ago…
Fin and Olivia exited her building when Tucker approached, looking confused. They were on their way to a Super Bowl party undercover as a madam and a pimp trying to rescue a kidnapped girl and hopefully break up a trafficking ring.
"Can you give me a minute, Fin?" she asked. He nodded, and headed for the sedan parked across the street to wait for her.
"What's going on? I thought we were going to watch the game together," he asked.
Shit.
In all of the chaos, she had completely forgotten she had invited him over for a small Super Bowl party at her house.
"Oh, uh…I'm sorry I forgot to call you. We got pulled into this sex trafficking case and-" she started to explain.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Do what you need to do, and we can meet up after." She wasn't used to this. All of the men she had dated eventually got fed up when her work took time away from romance, but then again, Ed had been called away on enough cases himself to understand. He kissed her cheek and started to walk away, then turned back. "Oh, and wear that," he said, gesturing to the outfit she was wearing. Her coat was open, so he had seen the leather pants that hugged her shapely legs, the blue leopard print top that dipped just enough to show cleavage, topped off with the obnoxious gold chain and hoop earrings, and the black fuck me ankle boots completed the whole look. "I like that," he said with a smirk.
Fin honked the horn, jolting her back to reality and she hurried towards the car.
It was 3 days before she was able to do anything besides work, eat, spend 2 seconds with Noah, and sleep. She did, however, find time to drop her undercover outfit off at the cleaners and pick it up, which she was now wearing as she stood outside Ed Tucker's door.
When she took her coat off and revealed what she was wearing underneath, he did a double take. He could not tear his eyes off her, especially now that he was seeing the whole thing and not just the peek he got last time he saw her.
"Wow…" he said.
"You said you liked it," she said saucily, moving in to kiss him hello. Oh he did like it. He liked it very much, and he wanted nothing more than to peel it off her and see what lay underneath.
"I love it," he said. "You hungry? I was thinking steak and potatoes for dinner."
"Steak sounds good. What can I do to help?" she asked.
"Not a thing, except hang out with me while I cook," he said.
He had made her the perfect steak, tender and medium rare, just the way she liked it, with creamy mashed potatoes and a roasted vegetable medley. She was in absolute heaven after 3 days of whatever take out she had managed to grab while she was working.
And yet, every chance Ed got, he looked her over, practically undressing her with his eyes. Perhaps the investment had been worth it.
After dinner, the moved to the couch with glasses of red wine - her favorite, she noted. She wasn't sure where in the conversation it happened, but he started kissing her at some point, and that was something Olivia Benson loved. Ed's kisses were soft but seeking, needy but not forceful, exploring but not invasive. She felt like a teenager again in the way she could be happy just making out with him.
He shifted them so she was lying on her back on the couch. She loved the feel of his lips on her skin, and the slow, smoldering burn that started in the pit of her stomach and radiated out to the rest of her body.
"You look like a whore, and I love it," he hissed in her ear.
"You want me to be a whore?" she asked somewhat sarcastically. While she didn't object to role-play, this relationship was still new.
"I said you look like one. I didn't say I was going to treat you like one. Trust me, Benson, you just say the word, and I will make sure you are properly and thoroughly fucked." He was so matter-of-fact about it. He paused, trying to read her expression. She stared into his icy blue eyes, and that damn stoic face that never gave away what he was thinking or feeling.
"Ed…" she started. The truth is, he was driving her crazy with need. The dirty talk was going right to her core with every word he spoke, but she was the CO of SVU. It wasn't appropriate for her to like this.
"Whatever happens between us, stays between us, Liv. I can see this is turning you on, and your secrets are safe with me. You're allowed to be human, too," he said. She pulled him back to her and kissed him again. Hot, open-mouthed kisses, in search of something more.
"I want you to fuck me like your whore," she whispered. He stood up, took her hand, and led her into his bedoom. He pinned her against the wall and kissed her again, more insistent, filled with more need while his hands found their way down the back of her pants to cup her ass.
"Uh…Ed…" Olivia groaned. He peeled her top from her, and was even more appreciative of the black lace push up bra that lifted and pushed her breasts together, setting them on display. She flipped them around and slid down to her knees, pulling the buckle on his belt.
"Olivia…you don't have to do that," he said, as she worked his pants open.
"I want to," she said softly, freeing him from the confines of his boxers.
Damn, she thought when she came eye to eye with him. It wasn't their first time together, but she had been reluctant to let him see her, and as such, she hadn't actually *seen* him, even though she had felt him.
She started to lick the top of him, eliciting a groan. Slowly, she slipped her lips around the head, running them over the sensitive ridge. He caught a glimpse of them in the full view mirror, him fully dressed with this fly open, and her on her knees in those pants and that lacy bra, and if he had been able to cum without her, he would have right then and there. But, he had never been able to do that. He needed his partner to cum first. She eased him further into her mouth, inch by inch, taking him into her throat. He'd never had a woman do that to him before.
She was exquisite, and he wanted her.
He lifted her up, and laid her on the bed, gently pulling off her boots and sliding those magnificent leather pants off her perfectly toned legs. He was rewarded with a matching crotchless thong and a pussy just begging for him to taste it.
She was absolutely soaked, and ready for anything. He started by pushing one finger inside her, and studying her face. Her pupils were wide with desire.
"I want you," she said. He inserted a second finger and pumped them slowly while stroking her hair with his other hand and leaning over her.
"Not so fast, my love. You're mine tonight," he told her, kissing her again. "All mine."
"Ed, please…" she begged.
"Ok, Love." He moved to the floor, keeling in front of her, and pulling her to the edge of the bed. He pulled her legs over his shoulders, gripped her panties in his hand, and hesitated.
"Rip them," she said. and that's just what he did. He tore the scrap of black fabric away from her and planted his face between her legs. And then…
Her phone rang from the pocket of her pants.
"Shit," she said.
"Let it ring," Ed said, his mouth full of her pussy.
"I can't. It could be my sitter." Ed sighed and reached for her discarded pants, fishing her phone out and handing it to her.
"Benson," she answered. Ed smirked, and went right back to what he was doing. She tried to push him away, but it was futile. He was on a mission, and he was going to keep driving her towards orgasm, no matter what.
"Liv, we have a situation, and I think maybe you should-"
Damn Amanda Rollins.
"Hey, Amanda, I'm a little" she swallowed a moan as Ed found her clit with his tongue "busy. Is this something Fin can handle?…uh huh…mmm…ok, yep…good." She hung up the phone and threw it to the carpeted floor. "Fuck, Ed!"
"Come on, Liv, cum for me," he coaxed her. He continued to pump into her with his fingers, and suck on her clit until she felt her toes curl, and a wave of pleasure ripped through her entire body. It was a small orgasm, but he was just getting started with her.
He shed his clothes, pulled them both under his covers, and drew her close to him again. She hooked her leg around his hip, wrapped her arms around him, and drew him in for another kiss. He reached behind her, gave her bra a flick and tossed it aside, relishing in having her completely naked in his bed again.
"Hi," he said, checking in with her. He was always careful to avoid her triggers, and he made a point of determining where she was every time he tried something new. "You ok?"
"I'm better than ok," she whispered back, grinning from ear to ear. He nudged at her entrance, and was happy when she pushed her hips forward, seeking contact. She groaned as he pushed into her, hitting places she didn't even know existed until she had been with him. He went slowly, excruciatingly slow, until he bottomed out inside her. He waited a moment for her to adjust, not wanting to hurt her.
"Move," she said, the impatience clear in her voice, and he was happy to oblige. He thrust into her, setting a gentle rhythm.
"Harder. You said I was your whore tonight, remember?" she egged him on.
"That I did." He rolled her onto her back, and bent her legs back nearly to her ears. He pointed into her harder and harder, driving her further into oblivion.
"Ed…Ed!" she cried. He found her clit again and rubbed circles around it in the way he knew would drive her insane. Harder and harder he slammed into her, studying every movement she was making.
"You like that? You like getting fucked like a whore?"
"God…yes…" she hissed. She was looking for something to grab. He fucked her relentlessly, almost punishingly, and every thrust hit against her, building in the pit of her stomach. Her body tensed and a scream echoed off the walls, as she clamped down on him, cumming hard around him. He gently fucked her through it, until she came down from her orgasm. He slowly pulled out, knowing she was sensitive there.
"You haven't…" she started. He picked up a pillow and placed it in the center of the bed.
"I will on your next one," he said. She wasn't sure she had it in her. That second orgasm had been pretty powerful. "Roll over, put your hips here," he instructed, patting the pillow.
"Ed, I don't know if…"
"You said you wanted to be my whore tonight," he reminded her. She knew damn well she could object, and he would stop, but she honestly didn't really want to. It always amazed her how long he could last. She rolled over, letting him position her hips so her ass was in the air.
"You have the most perfect ass," he said, leaning over and sweeping her hair aside to nibble behind her ear. He guided himself back into her pussy and started thrusting again, much more gently than before. One hand reached around to fondle her breast, while the other skimmed along her ass.
"Have you ever…had it here?" he asked, pressing a finger against her back door.
"Uhh…yeah," she admitted. He gathered some of her juices up and probed her with a single digit.
"Are you ok with this?" he asked. "I'll stop if you're not."
"Are you asking if you can fuck my ass?" she asked.
"Only if you're ok with it," he said. She was so relaxed from her two previous orgasms that she knew it would be pleasurable. And Ed was so in tune to her needs…he could never hurt her.
"Yeah, just be gentle," she answered. He reached over to his nightstand and extracted a tube of lube. He continued to lazily thrust into her as he worked the lube into her. When she was ready, he moved to her ass, and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pushed into her back door. He kissed her neck again whispering into her ear.
"You're incredible, you know that? Watching you cum for me is such a turn on. Can you do it again? Can you cum with me in your ass?" He reached around her, and teased at her clit again, which was still a raw bundle of nerves from everything her body had been through already. He could tell there was another orgasm building, but she was also exhausted.
"Come on, Olivia, you can do it. You can cum for me one more time," he whispered. He could finally feel his own orgasm build as he continued his ministrations. If he could just get her to let go, it would trigger his own release. She was moaning softly into the sheets. She was so exhausted.
"Come on, Baby…just one more time." He was picking up speed, feeling his own climax building. He just need her to release first. He shifted his fingers on her clit, and adjusted the angle he was thrusting into her, and with that, she screamed out louder than she had all night, clamping down around him. He thrust a few more times, and emptied inside her, with a shout.
When he was done riding out his own orgasm, he brushed her hair to the side, and saw her eyes closed.
"…Liv?" he asked tentatively.
"…hm?" was all she replied.
"You ok?" he asked again.
"Mhm…" she said, taking aa few slow breaths. "Just…sleepy…" He chuckled.
"Ok, here…" He pulled the pillow from under her hips and gathered her into his arms. She was so exhausted, she didn't fight him at all. She settled on his chest, and was almost instantly fast asleep.
"Sleep, Love. I've got you," he whispered.
The next afternoon, she went into the precinct, with a slight skip in her step. Rollins smirked as she saw Liv pouring a cup of coffee, and unable to resist, she went over to her and whispered "good for you," with a smirk before heading into the Interrogation Room.
Ok, there it is…the M rated chapter you've all been waiting for. More to come, though I'm not sure exactly where I'm headed next.