Lights, Camera, Action
A/N: Ask and you shall, maybe, receive. Text conversation will appear in bold. Italics are the character's thoughts. This is just the text conversation, sorry for making you wait for their session on Saturday, I hope this still intrigues you, it's hard to make a text conversation sexy? Let me know how I did ;) No beta for this chapter.
A/N 2: Wasn't able to watch the shows on Thursday, 8-10pm is literally when I get most of my night meds, vitals checked etc, so it's nurses constantly coming in and out in short bursts, (thank you covid, and being in isolation) but enough that I really can't watch TV. Also the TVs on this unit are about the size of an iPad mini, built in the 1970s…Please no spoilers.
Chapter 03: Will Stay in Motion
Disclaimer: I don't own SVU or OC or the mothership, but a girl can dream.
Friday Evening, Detective Elliot Stabler's Bedroom, March 2022
Elliot picked his phone up, it had been resting on his bedside table, where he had been charging it. He slipped on a pair of reading glasses, snorting as he opened his text conversation with Olivia. Olivia, who he noticed was also donning reading glasses now a days, although where his just made him look old, she had somehow managed to pull off the sexy librarian look, without even trying.
He laughed at how much they had aged since he met her over two decades ago, but if you asked him, she had aged like a fine wine, and he had no doubt that the uni's half their age, wandering around her unit, had the exact same thoughts about her, as he did, when she slipped on her glasses. Then again he had always believed that that woman could wear a potato sack and still look good.
Elliot skimmed through their most recent texts, coming to an end with her latest message.
O: Just letting you know I'm in for the night, text me whenever you've worked out the details for tomorrow.
Elliot gulped, although it needed to appear that she was seducing him, she was letting him decide what they were going to do.
Elliot rested his glasses on the top of his head, and scrubbed his face. This was new for him. He'd spent the last 25 years trying not to think about her in a sexual manner. Even though he was free to do so now, a part of him was ashamed of how many fantasies he truly had that featured her. He mentally skimmed through a few in his head. Just how much was she willing to do, especially on camera? He placed his glasses back on his nose.
E: Hey glad to hear it. Is this a good time to txt? I've had some time to brainstorm some ideas, but I gotta ask, how far are you willing to go?
Elliot didn't have to wait long for her reply, three dots appeared almost instantly on his screen.
O: Yes, I'm in bed, going to try to get some shut eye whenever we're done. As for how far… As far as we need to, to make it look real on camera?
Elliot nodded, that didn't really answer the question he had. And suddenly he couldn't remember any of the previous fantasies that he had about her, all he could picture was her laying in her bed.
A question he often pondered, guiltily while they were partners, sprang to the front of his brain. How did she sleep? Unlike most women, it seemed to take her no time at all to get ready when he would call her in the middle of the night for a case. What was she wearing before he interrupted her sleep? Did she sleep in heavy sweats to keep warm? Or did she wear a long cotton night gown? Perhaps, (and he knew it would be too good to be true) she wore some silky lingerie. Back in the day he could imagine her sleeping in the nude, but he knew that'd be off the table now that she was a mother. He knew from experience that as a parent you never knew when your kid could suddenly appear in your room. For a glass of water, or a nightmare, they always had a reason for showing up beside your bed, and disturbing your sleep.
Elliot was truly lost in thought. He had typed out the words, 'What are you wearing?' thank god he didn't press send. He quickly deleted his sentence.
E: That's, uhhh that's great but not exactly what I meant.
O: ?
E: What I meant was…
Elliot paused his typing. He was trying to be diplomatic and polite but there was no easy way to ask his question. He blew out a deep breath before continuing his sentence.
E: What I meant was, r we sticking to just straight sex?
O: Versus?
Elliot rolled his eyes, was she trying to make this difficult for him? This was one of those times when he wished she would read his mind, like she so often did, albeit that normally took place in person, not over a late Friday night text conversation.
E: Are we going to have foreplay?
Elliot could admit that he was not the most experienced when it came to sexual relations. His sex life with Kathy had fizzled out years ago, but even at it's peak, it was nothing to brag about.
They scheduled their intimate moments, and he couldn't even call them intimate because they weren't. There was never any foreplay either, she'd go through bottles of lube, and wait for him to jerk himself off enough, until he was hard, he would close his eyes and try to picture his wife in a sexy manner, but more often than not it was a brunette that he imagined, with tan skin, and long legs.
Then Kathy would hike up her heavy nightgown, and lay on her back, waiting for him to climb on top of her. He recalled on an old case, a suspect had guessed he was a missionary man, in front of his partner, and he was extremely embarrassed at the time to admit that she hit the nail on the head with that assessment.
O: Like kissing?
E: No, not like kissing.
Elliot sighed, he knew he was going to have to spell it out for her.
E: Are we gonna touch each other? Have oral sex? Or just straight to it?
Elliot held his breath as he waited for her reply. The three dots kept appearing then disappearing. 'Type faster!' he thought, the anticipation already killing him.
O: What did you have in mind?
Olivia finally responded. Shit, she didn't really want the answer to that, did she? Elliot could never read her when it came to their personal relationship. Was she flirting with him? He wasn't sure. Ever since he'd been back, he felt like she was flip flopping between acting hot and cold with him. He had finally mustered up the courage to ask her and her son to his place for Christmas dinner, but she ended up having to work. It took a lot of gumption for him to ask if he could take her and Noah out sometime. She hesitantly declined. Two strikes, only one more and he didn't know if he could keep pushing a more personal relationship with her, without being completely demoralized.
E: Well there's probably 2 options. 1) u go down on me to seduce me or 2) I go down on u bc ur in charge, u push me down onto my knees etc.
O: Or I ride your face in your bed.
Elliot choked on his saliva as he read her quick reply. His mouth was watering from their conversation. It was not the only part of his body that was reacting to their situation. He wasn't sure but he figured this was what millennials would consider sexting. Was it sexting when it wasn't done with the purpose of arousing the other person?
E: Ya yep u could definitely do that.
O: Of course there's always a third option for foreplay too.
Elliot quirked one of his bushy eyebrows, he grabbed the bottle of water that he kept on his nightstand, and chugged a few mouthfuls of water. His bedroom felt abnormally warm.
Maybe she wasn't into oral sex at all, perhaps she was going to suggest they use just their hands, and fingers. He was beginning to think this was the case when she surprised him yet again.
O: We 69.
Just like Kathleen had spit out her beer on him earlier that night, when she overhead them talking about having sex, he too spat out the large sip of water he had just taken.
Did she mean what she just typed? That they could simultaneously go down on one another? He had never done that before.
"Jesus Christ woman!" Elliot muttered quietly. He could hear the TV still playing in the living room, Kathleen and Lizzie elected to stay over, and continue their movie marathon. This was the main reason he didn't call Olivia. He didn't want anybody overhearing their conversation. Frankly, Elliot didn't think he'd be able to get through it verbally either.
O: You fall asleep on me?
E: No I def did not fall asleep. I'm up.
Elliot grimaced at his last text, and smacked himself on his head. Staring down at the bulge in his boxers, a certain part of his anatomy was definitely up. How he was going to get through tomorrow with any dignity intact he wasn't sure. He felt for a man who got use to not having sex, Olivia had unknowingly awakened his libido, not an easy task, his doctor led him to believe, at his age. He had enough trouble getting it done with the Albanian woman, a woman he deeply regretted sleeping with.
O: I'll gloss over that comment, you're too easy, Jet was right, you are bad with technology.
E: Thank u and sry I wasn't born w/ a phone in my hand like these kids did.
E: ANYWAYS…
E: I think u knock on my front door, I'll open it and be4 I can talk, u push me back towards my bedroom. U could explain how u had a shitty day, u got called in during the middle of the night. When I try to comfort u, tell me ur not there for my words. Ur there for my body.
O: I'm with you so far.
E: Good right? Jet set up a system that'll record us in the living room and my bedroom.
E: Then in my bedroom maybe I try to resist a bit, but u strip off ur shirt and as I'm trying to be diplomatic u could say something like I'm standing in front of u half naked r u gonna keep talking or literally take off ur pants?
E: The more clothes u take off the more I struggle with my words, be4 I finally just give in.
O: Wow.
Elliot cursed himself, he got caught up in his fantasy. He didn't know when he had slipped his hand into his boxers, softly massaging his hard cock, but it felt damn good.
O: That's pretty specific Stabler. Just how long have you been imagining this scenario?
Elliot groaned as he read her text, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, especially having to put their plan into action the very next day.
E: I had a couple hrs to kill since you left.
He wasn't going to cop to any previous fantasies. She was already like a deer in the forest. One false move, and she'd run. He had already attempted to get her in a more personal setting twice, to no avail. One more slip up and he truly believed she'd never want to change the status of their relationship.
O: Right… What's next?
E: Ummm I'll be sitting on the side of my bed like I was today and I think u should straddle me. I dunno Liv just go with what feels natural from there.
Elliot noticed it was taking her longer and longer to reply. It was a full two minutes before her latest response came through.
O: Nothing about tomorrow is going to feel natural. Yes we've played a couple before, but never intimately, and certainly never as ourselves.
Elliot frowned, unsure how exactly to comprehend her text.
E: Kay? Ummm well u can always close ur eyes and picture someone else, whatever or whoever floats ur boat. U know whatever turns u on. Picture someone else I dunno?
O: You turning me on is not the problem Elliot.
Elliot placed his phone on his chest, his other hand was preoccupied, pumping up and down his hard cock. Fluid was seeping from his tip, even a hypothetical Olivia was able to arouse him beyond belief.
E: Well then w/e I think as ur the 1 in charge that u should be on top. Ride me to a climax. Make it clear ur just using me for ur pleasure.
E: Isn't that every woman's dream?
O: I don't know who you've been sleeping with, but no. I enjoy sex far more if I know my partner is enjoying themselves too. I feel like we've had this conversation before, except we were in opposite roles.
E: Noted and that was over 2 decades ago. What r u gonna wear? I'm thinking just some sweats. I'm not suppose to be expecting u after all.
"For fuck sakes," Elliot grunted, smearing his slick juices down his shaft.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Elliot whispered matching his words with his thrusts. He was going to blow. Dropping his phone beside him, he moved quickly, and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on his end table.
"I, ohhh, fuck yes, Livvvvvv," Elliot whispered.
"Uh El?" Elliot nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard Olivia's deep throaty tone in his otherwise empty room.
Tucking himself back into his baby blue boxers, he scrambled to find his phone.
"Is everything okay?" Olivia's voice rang in his room.
"I ummm, uhhh," Elliot stuttered as he located his phone tangled up in his sheets. His normal screen showed a dark figure. Somehow his clumsiness had led to him FaceTiming her.
She wasn't lying, she was curled up in bed. The covers prevented him from finally answering his question of what she wears to bed at home.
"I'm sorry, I must've hit the FaceTime button when I dropped my phone," Elliot was extremely relieved that his room was in relative darkness. He was hoping it prevented her from actually seeing anything, he knew his moans and groans were bad enough.
"Alright, well sounds like we've worked out the main logistics for tomorrow?" Olivia spoke softly, Elliot could just make out her face in her dark room.
"Mmhm yep, yes, sounds like. So uhhh, we good or?" Elliot paused, still trying to catch his breath.
"Uhhh yes, I think so. I don't know, maybe once we're together tomorrow, things will just start to flow?"
"Hopefully," Elliot agreed. "Worst comes to worst we can always get Jet to come back and erase everything. We can start over."
"Sure, sure, well if there's nothing more pressing then I've had a long day, I'm gonna crash," Elliot could see Olivia cover her mouth through a long yawn.
Elliot couldn't help smiling, she'd probably shoot him for feeling like this, but he thought she looked ridiculously cute at that moment.
"Alright Benson, I'll let you get your beauty sleep, not that you need it." He winked at the camera, his self confidence returning, as he flirted with her.
"Oh please, I look like something the cat dragged in," Olivia adjusted her phone slightly, giving Elliot a view of her voluptuous chest, straining underneath a white, very thin, long sleeved shirt.
Elliot gulped loudly, he didn't think she was aware that he could clearly make out her breasts through her bed attire. Reaching over, he blindly turned on his bedside lamp, his room instantly bathed in a low glow. He maneuvered his phone until his bare torso came into view.
If she was going to practically flash him, purposely or not, then he'd return the favour. Leave her with something to dream about. He put in the time and effort to stay fit, he wanted her to appreciate his body.
Almost instantly he noticed Olivia's eyes look down. Success, he thought.
"Well I won't keep you, what time tomorrow?" Elliot asked.
"Uhhh," Olivia drawled, he couldn't see her for a minute as she moved around again in her bed. When she came into focus, she had ditched her glasses, but her shirt was still showcasing the tops of her surprisingly perky mounds. His eyes made a beeline for her chest. He held in a groan as he noted her nipples were pebbles beneath the thin material. Was it just from the cold air on a wintery night in March? Or did his words heat her up? Elliot took a moment to screenshot his coworker, people used images of others to help get them off, all the time, it didn't have to mean anything. He promised himself he'd delete it as soon as he came. He didn't think it would take much at that point anyways.
Either way they needed to end their conversation, before he really did make a fool of himself.
"Is 7 or 8 good for you?" Olivia asked, her voice had taken on a husky tone.
"Mhmm, perfect, I'll see you then," Elliot whispered in a gravely voice.
"Night Stabler," Olivia moved to end their call.
"Sweet dreams Liv," Elliot called, not entirely sure if she heard him before her face disappeared from his screen.
"Fuck," Elliot rubbed his jaw, tomorrow would either be the best or worst day, he was sure. Although they had discussed what they could do, he suddenly realized they didn't go into enough detail. We're they really going to have sex and record themselves? Surely not? Would they do everything else and then just simulate the final act? Possibly.
One thing was for certain, at the very least, when he'd go to sleep the following night, he'd finally know what it was like to kiss Olivia Benson.
A/N: Next chapter will be them making the video. What will go down? Or better yet who? ;)
Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian readers! Hope you're all able to celebrate and give thanks with those closest to you. I will be spending it alone with the same 4 beige walls and my IV pole for company.
Stay safe!