Prompt #29: A rainy, cozy Sunday morning
Autumn in New York
~oOo~
It's a loud thunder that wakes her just before five in the morning.
The Jazz in the Background playlist Spotify made is still softly playing through her Bluetooth speaker in her bedroom, and rain ticks against her window. It's opened a few inches, just far enough to allow fresh, chilly air to get in but keep the rain out. Some of her candles are still burning, casting a warm glow through the room, and she silently curses herself for forgetting to blow them out because those are expensive.
Olivia yawns and blinks a few times as lightning lights up her room, another boom of thunder following not long after. She stretches her limbs as much as she can and snuggles closer to the man beside her who feels like a human heater.
"Morning," he says, his voice full of sleep, and she feels a smile creep across her face at the sound of it. Her head lies half on the pillow, half on his chest, and she wraps her arm around him – giving him soft kisses where she can reach.
"Morning."
They stay silent for a while, enjoying each other's presence while he plays with her hair, until she moves, ever so slightly.
Her hands slide over his chest, and he raises one eyebrow, grinning at her.
"Last night wasn't enough, hmm?"
She laughs, her eyes twinkling as she looks at him, and shrugs. Last night had… probably been one of the best nights of her life. She'd finally said 'yes' to a pizza date, and things had been so easy and fun she'd decided to invite him over for drinks at her place. It hadn't been until they'd both been sitting on her couch with a glass of Cabernet that she'd realized the depth of the moment. It had almost made her make some excuse about being tired, but then they'd started talking again and things finally just made sense. They made sense. And so she'd ended up taking a leap, and now here they are, all cuddled up and cozy in her bed – limbs intertwined. She loves this man, so much, but she has yet to tell him.
Maybe tonight will be the night.
Loud thunder echoes through the room again, and her lips find his chest. "Well, what can I say? You're quite addictive, Detective," she whispers in between kisses. She feels his heartbeat speed up, and it makes her smile.
"That do something to you?" she asks while looking up at him through her lashes, "Hmm?"
His hands tangle in her hair. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Smug bastard.
Their lips meet, and she's on top of him within seconds. Her hands are running over his breathtaking abs - it should be illegal to look this good at their age - up to cup his face as she opens her mouth for him. That's when he grabs hold of her ass, squeezing before pushing her as close to him as humanly possible, and a whimper escapes her at the feeling.
Her mind is spinning, a mixture of sleepiness and arousal and god, why the hell had they waited this long to cross those invisible lines? When he touches her, it feels like every nerve ending is on fire, threatening to explode.
It doesn't take long before she guides him inside her once more, and her mouth falls open at the feel of him. She's a little sore from their activities before they went to sleep, but she doesn't pay mind to it because it feels too fucking good.
Never in her fifty-four years of life has sex ever felt this way. Never has she felt a fluttering in her stomach this strong and intense, nor has she felt so incredibly full and complete. Never has she felt so open, so vulnerable, when a man watches her come undone and shit – it makes her feel desirable as hell.
She starts rolling her hips on top of him, her hands on his chest. As he squeezes her breasts, the sensation makes her shiver slightly.
Elliot grins at that, and before she knows it, he grabs her and rolls her underneath him, the movement causing him to slip out for a moment.
"You're so fucking sexy," he whispers as he thrusts into her more forcefully this time. She moans loudly, because she can, and grabs onto him – pulling him in for a kiss while his cock hits her g-spot continuously.
"Right there," she breathes, and her hand travels down to stimulate her clit. She knows he's close by the way his breathing changes - his thrusts are getting more erratic - and fuck, she's right there with him.
He kisses her neck, no doubt leaving marks behind, and she relishes in the feeling of him all around her, against her, inside her.
"Mine," he grunts, and he pulls her hand away from her clit. A whimper escapes her throat but she complies; her fingers tangling with his as he pushes both hands in the mattress beside her head. He looks down at her for a moment, and it feels intimate in a way she didn't expect; giving herself over to him completely. Her thighs fall open wider as he pounds her deeper and faster, and she cries out.
The storm outside the safety of her bedroom is getting louder, Elliot's grunts are getting stronger and fuck, the feeling that washes over her is unlike one she's ever experienced.
He sucks on her neck as she comes, his movements not slowing down one bit, and her whole body starts shaking as her back arches from the bed. She's loud and lightheaded, and she can tell he likes having her underneath him like this because the more she becomes undone, the harder he pounds.
It's the moment she whines, "So good, baby," that does it; he spills inside her with a loud groan as his head falls to her chest.
They breathe heavily as he pulls out and falls on top of her, his cum slowly seeping out of her and onto the sheets. "Jesus, woman," he sighs, and a full belly laugh comes from her throat. "I think you were the one doing all the work here, Detective."
He smiles, squeezing her sensitive nipples softly as he comes up for a kiss.
"You're the one who started this, Captain."
She gasps as his fingers slide down her stomach, her whole body sensitive and tingly after her orgasm.
"You like pulling rank in bed, Capt'n? Show me who's the boss?"
He cups her cunt in his hand, and it makes her bite back a moan as she nods. Slowly, his fingers move through her wet folds, dipping inside her to gather more of their cum and spreading it.
She's writhing beneath him, overwhelmed by his touch but desperate for more all at once. He pulls back, then, and she wants to protest, but he speaks first – his voice low and raspy with want. With lust.
"Taste."
Her eyes widen. Two can play this game. She opens her mouth, taking his finger in while staring him right in the eyes. Her mouth closes, and when she sucks on his finger while maintaining eye contact, she notices him swallowing deeply. Good.
"You're dirty, Captain," he says, laughing a little and shaking his head before looking at her like she hung the stars and the moon.
It makes her feel a bit exposed, but she gives him a challenging look.
"Don't act like you aren't."
He just grins at her, and moves down to catch a nipple in his mouth – sucking each one before letting go and kissing her further down her body. Her breathing quickens, and he places a kiss just underneath her navel before hoisting her knees over his shoulders, giving him better access.
"Gonna make you feel so good," he murmurs.
She can feel his warm breath on her thighs, then her cunt, teasing her, and she bucks her hips in frustration, wanting him to put his mouth on her. He does, except this time, he decides to use his fingers instead of his mouth only. He wraps his lips around her clit after exploring her with his tongue, releasing a moan as he pushes two fingers inside at once - making her hiss his name in pleasure mixed with minimal pain.
When he starts sucking her clit in sync with fingers making the come-hither movement, she feels pure and utter bliss, and her hands grip the sheets as her back arches off the bed. He pushes her down with his free hand, though, and when he does, she swears she can't breathe.
It stays there, his hand, on her stomach. Adding just enough pressure to increase the pleasure she's feeling.
A second orgasm approaches. Her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back and Jesus, she's never felt this fucking good. As she comes down from her high, she feels him pulling his fingers out of her, licking her cum off them before lapping up her cunt.
When he's satisfied, he lets go of her legs and moves to lie beside her, opening his arm so she can scoot in.
"You good, baby?" he whispers in her hair when she's settled, and she punches him playfully.
"What about me makes you think you can call me 'baby,' El?"
He shrugs, pushing a lost strand of her wild sex hair behind her ear. "I think I kinda earned that right after the night we had, hmm?"
She doesn't answer, just snuggles closer against him with a smile on her face. She feels peaceful, here with him by her side, with the storm quieting but the rain still pouring outside. That twenty-three-hour playlist is still playing, and she feels her eyes grow heavy again. Absentmindedly, she registers him massaging her head lovingly.
They're finally home.
~oOo~
He wakes a few minutes after eight in the morning to the scent of coffee and grilled cheese, and his stomach growls. Stretching himself, he yawns and opens his eyes only to see an empty space beside him. It makes his stomach drop for a second until he remembers it's her apartment where they spent the night, and a grin appears on his face. He still can't fully believe everything that had happened last night, from the moment she'd said 'yes' to a date until the moment she'd woken him up for another round during a storm.
She's fucking incredible.
Getting up from the bed, he searches for his button-down and jeans that he'd scattered somewhere across the floor last night. He finds his jeans underneath the bed, but his button-down is nowhere to be found.
He shrugs, and walks out bare-chested, following the delicious smell that has traveled through the apartment.
Olivia stands with her back towards him, dressed in the very shirt he'd been searching for a whole five minutes. Satisfied by the sight of her in his clothes, he leans against the doorframe and watches as she puts two cups of coffee on a tray before adding multiple grilled sandwiches. He stalks towards her slowly, and she stops her movements. She looks over her shoulder when he comes to a stop behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist while kissing her neck softly.
"Good morning, you," he smiles.
It feels good to be able to do this now. Comfortable. As though they've been married for years even though last night had been the first real step they'd taken. He guesses in a way they have been married for years, because at a certain point during their partnership he'd realized he spent more time with Olivia than with his own wife. Maybe he should feel guilty about that, but he doesn't. He never really did.
"I thought I'd make you some - I mean - I didn't know if you'd be hungry or anything, but-'' She rambles and she brings a hand to her face, partly hiding it as she gets flustered.
"I'm sorry, this is cheesy as hell. I know you hate that stuff."
He pulls away then, turning her and grabbing her face before kissing her deeply. He appreciates her - all that she does, all that she is - and she has to know that he does. That he sees her and will take anything she has to offer, even if it's takeout that's been in her fridge too long.
"It smells great. Thanks, Liv." He shoots her a smile, his eyes soft, and he can see the way she melts in front of him. The way relief creeps on her features and a newfound calmness washes over her.
"I thought we could eat it on the couch with a blanket because quite frankly, I'm freezing my tits off here," she jokes. She grabs the tray after throwing a few other snacks on it, padding towards the couch when he agrees.
She's cute.
He grabs the tray from her hands when he gets himself situated on the cushions, freeing her hands so she can grab the blanket and settle in beside him with her side pressed into his. Shit, he'd do anything for this to become their regular Sunday morning routine.
He throws an arm over her shoulders and pulls her in, dropping a kiss on her head in the process. It's cozy, this way. It's everything he ever wanted with her, but he can't help but notice the underlying anxiety coursing through him.
Relationships aren't his strong suit, and this woman who's currently munching on a grilled cheese sandwich while turning on a classic movie deserves absolutely everything. He'll try for her. He'll try to be the kind, faithful and devoted man she deserves – because there is no way in hell he's letting her go now. They'd crossed the line, and it's going to be good for them. He's always chosen Olivia over the job anyway.
He takes a sip of his coffee after taking a bite of his sandwich, and he takes her in completely. She's it for him, and while he still doesn't know everything that has happened to her, where her scars come from, who the hell Ed is… It'll be discussed eventually, when she's ready.
"Watcha thinking about?" she asks, interrupting his thoughts, and he shrugs.
"Just hope this can be a typical Sunday activity from now on," he says while wiggling his eyebrows, and she shakes her head.
"Noah will be here, though."
He shrugs again, a warm feeling creeping inside his chest at the thought of bonding with her son. He wants to, but only if she lets him.
"As long as he's okay with me coming over, I'll be happy to finally get to know him."
She smiles and cuddles in closer, answering him with a small kiss on the cheek. They sit in silence for a while, watching a Halloween movie that used to be their go-to in the old days.
"I love you," she whispers – barely audible - and his heart feels like it's going to explode.
"Insanely," he whispers in her hair.
They might've taken the long way, but they're here now. Happy for the first time in what feels like ages, and understood on a level they hadn't experienced with anyone else ever.
It's divine intervention, according to him, and while she probably shakes her head at even the idea of something like that existing – he thanks God every day for bringing this woman into his life.
Note: The author of this SVU: Fall in Love story will be revealed in November