In a situation like this the last thing she should be is amused. His eyes are glassy and unfocused as he looks around her home like it's some magical place he has never seen before. He'd left almost two hours ago to catch up with an old 'friend' at some bar and promised he would be back, and he is, but he is drunk off his ass. At least this old friend of his was decent enough to walk him to her door and ensured that he was safe. That she's ultimately grateful for, it's nothing like the time he showed up drugged and she practically carried him through her home. He isn't too drunk, but she can tell he's liquored up by the childish grin that is yet to leave his face. The way he is pathetically fighting to keep his balance even while sitting and how his words slur while speaking to her... and himself. For the past five minutes she's been cackling to herself listening to him describe how much fun he had, even though he isn't doing it well.
Her cheeks are bright from all her laughing, and she tries her best to stop when he pouts "Why are you laughing at me?"
His eyes follow her as she moves to the kitchen because his coordination isn't quite there as yet. She fills a glass of water then dangles it in the front of his wandering eyes.
"Drink."
"More Whiskey?" He reaches to the glass a little to happily.
"Not it's water to sober your ass up."
He eyes it suspiciously like it's a drug before he spends another long five minutes downing it. Carefully, she takes the empty glass from him placing it on the coffee table. Again, she waits it out, gives him time to sober up the little he can and hopes he doesn't throw up in her living room.
It must have done him some justice because now he's telling her "I'm sorry..." He began to drift off mid-sentence. "I didn't mean too."
A kind of frowned smile plays on her face as she listens to his confession. He's somewhat sober but everything he says is inched with something comical. His face is very expressive with each and every word he says. She knows Elliot isn't the go out and get drunk type, she'll be sure to remember to tease him that he's too old to go out drunk with friends.
As entertaining as drunk Elliot is it's getting late, and they both should be getting to bed. She out stretches her hand for him to take and he does. Although, he's obviously had way too much to drink he manages to get himself standing without much of her help. He's still unmethodical so she circles his waist with an arm and guides them to her bedroom, so he doesn't hit and break something.
What she hadn't noticed was the way his eyes have been glued to her the entire time. Not until "You're so pretty, carino." Leaves his lips and his fingers skim across the delicate skin of her cheek. It doesn't catch her by surprise at all it just allows her to pile up on things to tease him about in the morning. Drunk Elliot speaks Italian, or maybe he's just doing it for her either way she won't complain. The word and precise accent (obvious from being in Rome for so long) rolls off of his lips perfectly. It's thick and if she'd ever admit it, it would only be to herself that she finds it sexy.
In the bathroom, the blinding light that causes him the squeeze his eyes shut for a brief moment and winces at what might be the start of a tortuous headache. Thankfully, it stopped as fast as it came.
"Brush" She hands him his toothbrush already covered with toothpaste, hers in the opposite hand.
Together they brush their teeth, her eyes remained on herself, but his are plastered to her. She really tries to ignore him, but his gaze becomes intense. So intense she can almost feel every inch of her body where his eyes roam. Eventually, their eyes meet but the intensity that built thick between them and consumed them and the space of her bathroom dissipates when he gives a white foamed smile then so does, she.
They trail back to her bedroom; she makes him sit to the edge of the bed while she picks out clothes for the both of them to get changed into.
"Wait Liv, don't take off your clothes." She stops temporally from removing her top. Her fingers loosen the hem of the fabric.
"Sit, siediti amore mio." He pats his lap while looking at her lazily. She humours him and straddles him like he wants her to curious to what he has to say.
"I've known you for twenty-five years and you're still the most beautiful person I know and the most special in every way." His voice vibrates in his chest from the combination of his deep voice and the way he's dragging his words. Still amused she smiles and cups his face placing a kiss on his lips. Drunk Elliot Stabler also gets emotional and expresses his feelings. "Ti amo." He tells her with his arm circling her waist as he pulls her close to him, as close as they can possibly get.
Those words and the tone he's spoken to her in makes her flush. The look he'd been given her earlier returns, that look like he's about to devour her and she can't have that, he's drunk.
But his hands that know her body so well caress her thighs, his cool fingertips igniting her skin are tempting. Tempting and she knows better even with his lips pressed against her neck, his warm breath making her body melt along with his "Miele, hai un buon odore." makes her put up a fight.
"Am I dreaming?" His hands travel under her shirt, but she pulls them away and pinches at his forearm.
"No, but you are drunk, El."
"I'm Fine, Olivia."
She scoffs, "Like hell you are."
She manages to slip out of his hold that grew weak over the past minute. She helps him undress and into something more comfortable for bed, but as she did, he somehow kept his voice close enough to her ear whispering the most inducing things while his hands kept touching her body. By the time she was done with him, her face looked like the only form of make-up applied was blush. Her face and neck bright pink, the ache between her legs made itself very known and she stood before him, taking a minute to gather herself.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks her like he doesn't know what he's doing, but he knows exactly what he's doing and she well aware of that. So, she doesn't answer him, she just wants to get her body to relax, but that's hard to do when he's looking at her the way he is.
"You have that sex look on your face." He tells her blankly, and although she laughs a little, she gets no reaction from him.
"I almost liked you drunk." She laughs off.
"Why? Because you're allowed... to dominate daddy?" He manages to get a hold of her hips and pulls her back into him. Her legs between his, her chest aligned with his face, and his eyes baring into hers.
She wishes she could laugh it off and tell him he is definitely drunk, but she's taken aback by his statement.
"Stai arrossendo così forte."
"Elliot we can't you're drunk."
"We both know I'm perfectly coherent right now." He is, he has sobered up a lot, but she can tell there's still liquor in his system prompting his boldness. His hands reach for the hem of her shirt as she had earlier slowly pushing it up and she finds herself assisting him in taking it off. In seconds his lips kiss the warm skin of her stomach. She can hear every single time in breathes in her skin and groans like it's physically doing something to him. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth when he nuzzled his nose between her breasts placing kisses there that grow wetter as he continued.
"Come si fa ad avere un odore così buono?" He says breathlessly against her heated skin.
All she lets fall is a muffled whimper as her hands clasp around the back of his neck. He starts to journey down her torso brushing lightly until his fingers are pushing past the elastic bands of her silk shorts and cotton underwear. "È per questo che mi stai guardando così?'
She moans quietly as his finger move slickly aided by her wetness, touching her where she's soft, warm and wet.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Liv." His hands move out of her underwear, grasping both her thighs moving her to straddle his lap once again.
"Daddy wants to reward you for taking care of me tonight." He unclasps the hooks of her bra letting it fall between them. Immediately breathe, his mouth that is so close to her causes her skin to break out in goosebumps. She shakes her head and smirks at the way he's clinging to calling himself 'daddy'.
A hand cups the side of her face bringing their mouths close. They kiss, but it was more of him kissing her. His lips dominated her, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth and then sucking her tongue into his until her lips are bright red and swollen and the sides of their mouths are wet. "You smell so good, Voglio solo assaggiarti."
"Tell me you want me to Liv. Dimmi, Olivia." He leaves a trail of wet kisses down her neck then his lips are around her nipple. She gasped the second his mouth was on her and held his head in place. One hand is pressed against her back because for some reason he can't have her close enough. His free hand fondling with her nipple while her hips start to grind into his and she's squirming on his lap.
"I promise I won't try anything else; I just want you in my mouth." He's already flipping them over until they're laying across her bed with him between her legs slowly moving himself down. "Just tell me, Olivia." God the way he says her name in such a heady, groveling voice makes her clench and her knees touch, but he's quick in pushing them apart. He brings a thumb from where her entrance starts moving up with enough pressure applied that her leg flinches at the contact.
Both of his hands hold her open by the back of his thighs then his mouth is over her. Groaning and breathing heavily against her heat as he sucks and licks at her over her shorts.
"fffuck" She practically stutters.
A few breathy whimpers leave her lips as he keeps a short, but persistent pace against her. He can faintly taste her on the fabric of her clothes where her wetness started to pool. A hand rests on his shoulder because although the pressure isn't much it's still so good. She moans at each past of his tongue on her clit, every passing minute for she's craving more. She wants to feel his wet mouth on her with is strong hands forcing her legs to stay open for him.
"Tell me Liv." He moves to the inside of her thighs that twitch as his tongue drags along the sensitive skin. She whines when he stops, the ache between her legs becoming unbearable.
He sucks on her thigh long and hard then she props up on her elbows to look at the bruise starting to form.
"Yes, Elliot. Please." Her voice laced with the need for him. Her mouth goes dry while he switches to her other thigh.
"Nuh uh Olivia. Dimmi." The shudder that runs through her body rattles her spine when his lips press against her clit over her shorts once again mimicking what he desperately wants to do with her.
"Sì, Elliot. Per favore."
The groan he lets out is absolutely primal, only if she knew that just the scent of her made his head whirl and his cock throb.
Hands that are familiar with the feel of her thighs, wrap around them and pull her shorts and underwear off in one sweep. Just as he knew, a string of her arousal followed.
Most of the time Elliot was always gentle or would start out that way. But not this Elliot. Not the Elliot Stabler who's tipsy, calls himself daddy, or wants to be called daddy. This Elliot is obsessed with the smell of her and craves to have his mouth between her thighs and dirty talks to her in Italian. This may have always been her Elliot it just took a little liquid courage to bring it out. Whatever it is God, she loves it.
This Elliot quite literally dives in, and she moans loudly from the contact. His soft tongue flat and firm on her clit while he's moving his head instead of his tongue makes her lashes flutter then she's about to lay flat, but he stops her.
"Continua a guardarmi così."
And she does.
There was no holding back. His tongue explored her like it was his first time moving almost erratically a sloppy by the second. God, he was making a mess of both of them. When he wasn't sucking on her clit and making her squirm, he made wet open mouth kisses on her core, his lips moving messily. Her arousal coated the inside of her thigh and all over his mouth. His tongue plunging into her made her grip and pull the sheets and her eyes to fall closed.
Then the strong hands she would revel over grab both of her wrists and pulls them straight to her side. He lets her thighs he was once holding rest on his shoulders. At that moment his lips are back on her clit, and they stay there as his sucking comes in sweet pulses, she gives up on keeping her eyes on him. She lets herself fall back and lets all the loud moans set loose, thankful she'd also let Noah out of the house.
"So good, Elliot." She gasps and it only fuels him more, making him moan with his lips wrapped around her until he can feel her begin to shake.
"Vieni per me."
She tries to muffle it, but a broken scream still manages to escape her lips.
The immense pleasure that electrifies her body she expects for him to let her ride it out with slow soft kisses along her thighs, but all she gets is Elliot lapping at her entrance that sends her eyes rolling back.
It's good until it's too good and she's way too sensitive to handle anything. Her legs don't exactly shake but they tremble uncontrollably over his shoulder. The room is filled with the sounds of her loud pleasure-filled moans along with his and the wet sounds he's making. Soon her wrists are fighting for the freedom to push his head away from her, but it's useless. All she gets are her wrist pinned together on her stomach with the weight and force of his arm keeping her hips down.
Her moans turn into incoherent babbling then stray off into whispers and mewling.
"Wait, Elliot."
"Puoi prenderlo." His free hand moves close to his mouth where two of his fingers slide easily into her. She's nowhere near settled her breathing still coming in hot pants while his fingers curl inside of her. He doesn't only apply pressure inside of her with his fingers, but his mouth covers her, and the combination cuts every verbal response she had, and her feet nearly go completely numb.
She nearly few away from his grasp, moaning intensely trying to sit up and reach for him, but she fails miserably.
The pleasure that never dimmed down grows stronger in tone with her rapid heartbeat. Her toes curl and her heels dig into the rippling muscles in his back. Though everything in her is buzzing, shaking, and oversensitive the tasteful squeeze of a second orgasm in her stomach makes it all bearable.
Waves of coolness and heat wash over her body as she desperately tries to keep her body still for him.
He finally looks up at her and her face, chest, and smooth olive skin is flushed, sparkled with sweat. Her lips separated, and her eyes shut tight. It's all the signs he needs to see to tell him "Don't stop."
He increases the speed of his pumping fingers while he licked and kissed at her folds. Her mouth open with pleasured moans and hoarse screams, and she pools in the palm of his hand and contracts around his fingers. Her legs turn to jelly, but she still manages get use her feet on his shoulders to push him away slightly.
He stills at the feeling of her muscles contracting around him, stopping to marvel at her and because he knows she's had enough.
Gently, he removes his fingers. Caresses anywhere that doesn't make her jump until her breathing is calm and collected.
And when she is he crawls above her kissing the tip of her nose and her forehead.
"If I was really drunk, I definitely wouldn't be able to do that." He tells her and it makes her laugh.
Beside on the bed she used her discarded top to clean the remnants of her off of his face.
"No, I guess not." She lets out one last heavy breath then he collapses beside her.
She stretches her limps and wiggles her toes relaxing back into her body and the seconds she glances over at him beside her his eyes are shut and he's already drifting off.
