A smutty little one shot inspired by EO_lovechild and her call for fight to fuck fics… this one is for you 3
Dick Wolf owns everything
Just Like Old Times… But Better… Way Better
Olivia flew through the open door of her office and slammed it shut seconds before Elliot made it to the threshold.
She heard the slightly muffled growl of profanity come out of his mouth through the glass as he gripped the handle and swung it open only to slam it shut again.
"Christ Liv, I know you heard me!" he shouted at her.
"Of course, I heard you… my whole goddamn squad heard you." She said sharply. She was trying not to yell back at him, even though all she wanted to do was scream at him again.
Damn him and his impulse to be reckless. He'd always had a long fuse, but once baited in a way he didn't anticipate, or if he had been on edge or stressed… that fuse got shorter and shorter until the inevitable… and then…
Fireworks.
And not the good kind.
"Well, if you wouldn't have stormed out of interrogation so fast-" he said but she cut him off.
"I stormed out because once again, you seem to forget what decade it is, and you can't get away with putting a perp in a chokehold anymore Elliot! You could have ruined our case!"
He shook his head, waving his hand at her in a dismissive way which made her clench her fists.
"He came at me first Liv… I was just protecting you…" he said knowing that was going to get a reaction out of her, but at this point they were both in this fight and if there was one thing he knew how to do well, it was dig in. It was almost like a compulsion. Stand his ground even if he was wrong.
She was the same in that way. In the heat of the moment both of them could dig themselves into a hole six foot deep. It usually resulted in them not speaking for a few days… sometimes a week even, but unlike him, she softened quicker. She had always been the first to apologize, but still hold him accountable for the shit he pulled. It was why they worked so well as partners.
Well one reason at least.
But he knew he'd pay for it. Now that they were together, and he knew all of her. Every curve of her body, every sound she made in the throes of passion, all the hidden ways her body reacted to him weren't a secret anymore. So maybe he should have treaded a little lighter.
Maybe he was a glutton for punishment. Maybe it was his Catholic upbringing… or maybe a combination of both, but he really should try to work on it.
Unfortunately, it was a little too late for that now.
This was hardly their first fight, and wouldn't be their last, but it was their first fight since making things official.
When he and Kathy would fight, she'd give him the silent treatment for days… weeks sometimes and he'd just… just throw himself into work… into Liv.
But as for how things were going to go between him and Liv? It was uncharted territory.
He watched her facial expression change in the seconds after he said that, and he couldn't get over how sexy she was mad.
Just like old times he thought.
"Protect me? Protect me…" Liv said with the feign of amusement on her face.
"The only person who is going to need protection, detective, is you…" she said through gritted teeth.
Detective? He thought, and chuckled. Oh boy he was in trouble.
"Oh… so that's how it's gonna be?" he said with that questioning smirk on his face as he laughed again. That smirk she had on more than one occasion wanted to punch right off his face. Full of pride and ego.
And right now, she really wanted to be as impulsive as he was and let him taste her fist.
She stood there eyeing him from across her desk trying to control her breathing. It was late but there were still people out in the bullpen. Still people in the hallways… she didn't want to get that rep. It was bad enough when they were partners the rumors that spread about them.
But they were a couple now, and people knew, and it was all out in the open, and she didn't want to be the couple who fought at work. She didn't want to be the girlfriend who held her rank over her boyfriend… but he was walking a thin line with his tone in her house.
After they had disclosed their relationship and word got around, McGrath made her promise that it would be a non-issue if their respective units ever needed to work together again. He had told her, "Don't bring your personal bullshit here ok" or something like that.
She had almost scoffed at his remark because he was an asshole, but she kept her cool. Like she always does. But right now, she was anything but cool. She was tired and she was done. She could feel her blood rushing in her veins. The twinge of annoyance and anger mixing in her mind and Elliot was pushing her.
She glared at him… almost daring him to say another word.
"Soooo… what now? You gonna write me up?"
Olivia let out a sharp breath and shook her head as she tried to distract herself with files on her desk. He really knew how to get under her skin.
Just like old times she thought.
It was bad enough he was a stubborn as she was, but what was even worse was how much she wanted to just push him up against her door and take that look off his face with her mouth.
The urge to hit him and kiss him were warring in her head and she wasn't sure which one was going to win out at the moment.
In the past when they would fight like this, the urge she had to just… kiss him… fuck him… or hit him were all not options on the table. The fiery way he'd cling to his argument, the way his hands would clench, the forceful way he'd storm around the squad room… god she'd give anything to know what it would feel like to have that energy of his directed at her in an intimate physical way.
"You gonna call Bell and have her dole out my punishment?" he said digging deeper.
She huffed out a hot breath and slammed the files down on her desk. Elliot opened his mouth to say something else, but she cut him off.
"The next word out of your mouth better include Captain…" she said in that deeper voice of hers that made his skin tingle.
He smiled wickedly and then pursed his lips together.
"Sorry… Captain…" he said pausing as he made sure he said her rank clearly, so she heard him, "…I just wanna know what my punishment is." He finished as he moved to stand in front of her desk. He clasped his hands in front of him flexing his muscles a little and he saw the spark of heat in her eyes.
She was breathing a little harder now as her eyes flicked to his hands and up his bare forearms, then she quickly darted them back up to his face to meet his. But he could see it. Her arousal. She was a little flushed. Flushed from yelling at him, or trying not to yell, from being angry with him, and he knew she felt what he felt.
That spark.
Their spark.
The one that had always been there, and now… they could do something about it.
He was really hoping she'd do something about it. It was her house, her office, and he really was the one that had stepped out of line in interrogation, for which he'd apologize for later, so the ball was in her court.
If he pushed her a little more… then maybe… just maybe, one of the many fantasies he had about her could come true tonight.
She eyed him hard, clearly working something out in her head, and he swore her eyes darkened right in front of him.
"Close the blinds…" she said, and the husky way she just ordered him made his cock twitch.
"Is that an order? Captain…" he said, that smirk on his face and mischief in his eyes.
"Close the goddamn blinds Elliot…" she ordered, and he felt his whole body vibrate like a lightning rod.
Elliot took in a sharp breath and moved without hesitation to the blinds on her door and pulled the string as he flipped the lock on the handle. As he made his way to the last window, diligently trying to keep his cool, and make it look like it wasn't a big deal he was closing the blinds. Velasco and Liv's newest detective Muncy, both scrambled to look like they weren't at all watching them when he made eye contact with him as the last blind shut.
He turned around only to be met with Olivia striding over to him. She grabbed the open collar of his shirt and forcefully pushed him up against the wall. His back hit the drywall with a thud as she took him by surprise.
He looked like he was going to say something, but Olivia once again, cut him off before he could speak.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me…" she rasped as her hands pulled his collar to her and sent his lips crashing into hers.
It was hot and hard. Her mouth immediately opened as her tongue sought his out and his hands moved to grip her over her leather blazer. She pushed herself into him against the wall and he groaned in her mouth. He was already half hard and getting harder by the second.
God, she had too much clothing on, and he needed to feel her skin. He gripped the back of her blazer, fisting what he could in his hands and tugged, letting her know his annoyance with her covered body.
Quickly she let go of his collar and shrugged out of her blazer, throwing it behind her on the floor somewhere, not breaking their locked lips in the process. He hummed his approval in her mouth, and she sucked in his bottom lip and bit down a little.
Fuck fuck fuck… he thought. She was sending electricity all over his body with her aggressiveness. He had always wanted her this way. Bawdy and assertive. A lioness. The bad ass Benson he knew and now really knew.
He decided to give it right back to her. He knew she could take it… he knew she wanted it. And the push and pull of control was going to be… so good. So goddamn good.
He suddenly flipped them around, slamming her ungently into the wall and caged her body, driving his hips into her. She ripped her lips from his and yelped, then bit down on her own lip to keep herself from getting too loud.
He couldn't help himself and chuckled low and deep at her reaction to feeling his now full erection hitting her right between her legs.
"You know how many times I've wanted to do this…." He asked as his hands slid under her blouse and his fingers dipped into the back of her pants, gripping at her skin before they moved to find the button on the front.
"How many…" she said, breathless and mewling.
"Too many…" he said through a devious smile and undid her button and zipper.
"Tell me you didn't have the same thoughts… tell me you didn't think about fucking me after we fought…" he said.
She looked up into his eyes, not wanting to give him what he wanted just because she was still a little mad at him, but more so because she knew it would only egg him on, and she wanted that. She wanted all the fury and muscle she could get.
"Most of the time I wanted to punch you in the face…" she said, and the corner of her mouth turned up into a sly smile.
Elliot felt a twinge of annoyance vibrate down his body. He loved it when she was verbal with him in bed. Saying all the things she wanted him to do to her, telling him how good he made her feel, how much she wanted him, and she knew it. She was holding back on purpose.
Payback he thought.
He moved his hand to the edge of her panties and lightly toyed with her skin there. If she was going to hold back with him, then he would with her as well. He slowed down his movements, stopping the heat train they were riding.
"You know… Captain…" he said, drawing out her rank a little. "I don't need you to tell me… I could just… slip my fingers…." He said, moving slowly into her panties a little further, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
He was killing her with this slow pace. And he knew it. Fucking Christ… she thought.
Elliot stared into her heated eyes, as he slowly moved his fingers over her bare skin, inching closer to where she wanted him, but then he stopped.
"A little farther and I'll know…" he said, his voice thick with want.
She swallowed, and flexed her jaw before she responded with, "Know what…"
He growled in his chest, and she could feel the vibration of it, and it sent goosebumps all over her body.
He felt her shiver and that egotistical smile crossed his face.
"Know how wet you are for me… know how much you wanna fuck me…"
She huffed out a breath. "You're an ass…" she ground out as a moan escaped her when he slid his hand up and back down a little farther.
He moved his lips over to her ear, and in that low timber of his he whispered, "Yea, but I'm your ass…" and then pulled her earlobe in to his mouth and sucked as his hand moved down between her legs and he slid his fingers along her folds, coating them in the wetness already saturating her panties.
"Uugghhhhh…" she moaned as his fingers now slick with her wetness moved over the edges of her labia, and she felt her hips buck as his tongue flicked the earlobe of hers in his mouth like he'd done to her clit before.
"So fucking wet…" he rambled, almost to himself, as he let go of her earlobe when he dipped his finger into her.
She moaned in her throat through gritted teeth and bucked against him, the solid wall of muscle that he was, only moving him slightly as he continued with his finger as his thumb found her clit.
Christ he was going to make her come but she didn't want it this way.
She pushed against him again, this time a little harder and he moved his hand from her as he took a step back, a look of questioning on his face. As much as she loved the way he touched her, and he had made her come many times just with those hands of his, she wanted his mouth on her.
She wanted him on his knees. She wanted to grind herself into his face and watch him. Watch him fuck her with his tongue and suck her clit into his mouth.
They were both flushed, breathing heavy and she needed a second to catch her breath.
Elliot went to move back to her, not sure if she had changed her mind or not, a little worry in his face that he did something wrong.
"Liv –" he said but she stopped him by moving past him and towards her couch. She turned to face him as he slightly followed her. She toed off her boots and sat down on the edge of the furniture.
"Get on your knees detective…" she said in her Captain voice.
It took a split second and he was on her, pushing her back into the couch taking her lips and breath. His hands moving harshly over her breasts through her blouse, and down to her pants. He slipped them under her, gripping her ass, then finding the hem and hooking his thumb into the loops and pulled, taking her panties with them as his tongue pillaged her mouth.
He threw them to the floor and pulled his shirt from the bottom up over his head breaking his assault on her lips, throwing it down with her pants. His hands moved up her thighs, pushing her legs apart as he got on his knees.
She sucked in a sharp breath watching him look at her like she was a buffet of his favorite food. Maybe she was his favorite food now and she smiled thinking about how much he loved to make her come this way.
He was very talented at it, and it was always on the menu. She was always on the menu.
She couldn't believe they were about to do this in her office. A flash of all the fantasies she had of him doing this to her flipped in her brain, and then all fantasies that had been fulfilled and were now memories flooded in.
It was crazy just how fast the night changes.
"You know there's gonna be rumors about this…" she said, and he looked up at her, that gleam in his beautiful blue eyes. "Not sure how were gonna stop 'em" she said, her voice light and glowy.
"Stop 'em?" he said, and that full Elliot Stabler grin crossed his face as his hands slid up to her hips and pulled her down to the edge of the couch.
"Let's start 'em" he finished, and he wrapped his arms around the outside of her thighs, as his hands pulled at her inner thighs, spreading her legs and he licked his lips as his focus moved from her face to his favorite cuisine.
Her breath picked up, and suddenly he was on her. His tongue darted out and circled her clit before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked.
Her head flew back into the cushions, and she moaned. Louder than before, but she couldn't help it. He was so good. So so so good.
His tongue flicked and swirled in between the sucking, and he looked up as she moaned his name. He felt her legs open wider and her hands fisted in her blouse over her breasts before they made their way down to the back of his head.
He had thought about removing her blouse after her pants, but it was probably wise to leave some of her covered. They were in her office after all. Even though he did love to watch her play with her nipples as he fucked her with his mouth.
He flattened his tongue and drew it all the way up her, and she jerked and dug her nails into his skin.
"Ohhh fuck me…" she breathed out, her voice high and breathy. She was close and he could tell. He moved his tongue over her again the same way and then plunged into her. He moved his thumb over her clit as his tongue fucked her. She started to rock her hips into his face and held him right where she wanted him.
"Fuck… El… I'm gonna come….uhhhh… uuhhhhhh" she moaned, her chest heaving for air, and her tongue swiped over her lips, and he felt her legs tense.
He pressed harder into her clit with his thumb and hummed as he covered her entire opening with his mouth and he felt her shake and tense as his name came out of her mouth, before she covered it with her palm and her orgasm shot through her.
He kept going, all the way through to make sure she was fully satisfied before he bolted up, removing his face from between her legs. He was past the point of no return, and watching her come, tasting her come, feeling her come all over his face had put him in such a frenzy and he needed to be inside her. He needed to feel the full length of his cock enveloped in her warm wet walls before his head exploded.
She was so incredibly sexy he almost couldn't take it. The way she reacted to him was overwhelming. The way she came every single time, like it was their first time was mind blowing.
Liv was still a little clouded in her orgasm haze, but she knew his desire had now overflown into sheer and utter want, so when he yanked her up, she let him man handle her over behind her desk as he got behind her.
He turned her head and kissed her neck delicately, just to remind her how much he loved her, and she loved how he could always bring a tender moment to this animalistic need to fuck each other into oblivion.
He moved his hands up under her blouse and pushed her bra up so he could get his hands full of her. Her head lolled back as he moaned into her skin taking the weight of her breasts into both his hands and played with her nipples.
She was so sensitive and already on that sharp edge again. The way he could bring her body to attention was astounding.
She felt his right hand slide back over the skin of her hip and the warmth of it disappeared as he undid his jeans.
He pulled them down just enough and she felt him spring out hitting her ass. She pushed into him letting his cock slide along her backside and listened to the sharp inhale of his breath and the slow exhale of her name on his lips.
She placed her hands on her desk and turned her head back to him.
His eyes were heavy with lust and his face was still glistening with the remnants of his last meal.
"Fuck me Elliot… please baby fuck me… hard..." she begged, knowing what it does to him when she uses that melting tone in her voice.
And really she didn't need to pull it out and use it, he brought it out in her.
Inherently.
He growled and moved his left hand to her hip and his right went to his cock. He stroked himself a few quick times and then slid himself along the outside of her, coating himself in her. He felt her shudder when the tip of him brushed up against the bottom of her clit and then he pulled back and lined himself up at her entrance.
He pushed inside her, and they both moaned in unison. She was hot and wet and ready for him, but he was long and thick and every time he entered her for the first time he needed a moment.
A moment to commit every second of it to memory. The way she felt, how warm and wet and silky she was.
He also wanted to give her a moment to adjust as he stretched her.
It had only been a few seconds, but he couldn't wait anymore. She had begged him to fuck her and that was exactly what he was going to do.
He moved his right hand to the other side of her hip and dug his fingers into her flesh pulling back and then thrust himself into her.
A yelp escaped her, and she gripped the edge of her desk and he thrust again.
"Harder…" she ordered, her voice deeper and saturated in lust.
He moved his hands up to her shoulders and his fingers hooked themselves over the front of her making her arch her back and he started to fuck her.
He picked up his pace as he slammed himself into her. He watched his cock disappear inside her and come back out glistening with her juices. The wet sound of skin slapping and her breathless moans every time he hit the deepest he could get inside her filled her office along with his growling moans of overwhelming pleasure.
"Oh yesssss baby… you feel so good… fuck." She murmured feeling herself about to climax and knowing he wasn't too far behind her.
She pushed back against him every time he thrust forward getting as much of his length as she could inside her. This pace he was setting was splitting her in two and she stopped caring if anyone could hear her moaning.
This was more than she ever wanted. The edge of pain and pleasure in the hands of the love of her life.
"Fuck Liv… I'm gonna come… ughhhh." He moaned out.
"Oh yes El… come inside me… come inside me..." she said as her orgasm took over and she felt herself dripping down her thighs.
He felt her legs start to shake and he was done for. He thrust again inside her once more and came with a low moan ending in her name as he spilled all of himself.
He leaned over her, her upper body now slumped over her desk, her arms tired and breathing hard.
He moved his hands over hers and linked his fingers with her. She smiled softly to herself and felt his love for her wrap around her like a warm blanket.
His breath was slowing, and he kissed her temple before lifting himself off of her and pulling himself out from between her legs.
She stood up, a little wobbly and turned to pull him into her, still needing to feel him close to her, feel his skin on hers.
He pulled up his jeans and pulled them into her chair, pulling her legs up over his as she sat on his lap.
He looked into her honied eyes, now shining, with no anger in them anymore and brushed his fingers through her hair.
"We should fight more often…" he said chuckling.
Olivia rolled her eyes, but she couldn't keep the smile or her laughter from him.
"You're funny…" she said with a sarcastic tone to her voice.
He laughed at her and then paused looking into her eyes.
"I'm sorry Liv… I was wrong to react that way in interrogation… it's your house… your rules. I'll be better… I promise." He said.
"Thank you El… really." She said winding her arms tighter around him.
"I love you…" she said bringing her lips inches from his.
"I love you too Liv." El said closing the distance and capturing her lips.
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Fin shuffled his way back into the one six.
"Hey Sarg… what did you forget?" Muncy said eyeing Fin as he passed her on his way to his desk.
"Well, I got stopped taking to an old friend from Narcotics and then got all the way into the parking garage before I remembered I left my keys." He said.
Then he glanced up at Benson's office and noticed all the closed blinds.
"What's up with the Cap? Her and Stabler done screaming at each other?" Fin asked eyeing Muncy for her reaction.
"Well…" she said unsure what she should say. This was her new Captain, and she didn't know Stabler that well, except for what she heard through the rumor mill… so she really didn't want to say anything she might regret.
"She and detective Stabler continued the screaming match into her office… it seemed pretty heated, but then they closed the blinds… so… unless she killed him in there, I'm assuming they are working it out." Velasco said interjecting when he saw Muncy choke.
"Ah… just like old times." Fin said chuckling to himself.
Muncy and Velasco exchanged a look and just as Grace was feeling brave enough to ask what that meant the Captain's door swung open and a coy looking Stabler exited.
"Hey Fin, thought you left?" El said coming to stand by his desk, nodding slightly to the two other young detectives.
"Yea you know how it is… I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached." Fin said relenting the aliments of aging and holding up his keys.
Elliot laughed and patted Fin's shoulder.
"Seems like old times in there…" Fin said motioning towards interrogation and watching Liv and El go at a perp like he had so many times in the past he lost count.
Elliot smirked and dropped his head slightly remembering the memory he had just made in with Liv in her office and looked back at Fin.
"Yea… but better… way better…" El said and softly laughed to himself as he squeezed Fin's shoulder and started to head out.
The three of them watched as El stopped to turn back and look towards Olivia's office and saw her standing in her door frame as she pulled the blinds open.
Fin caught the wink she sent to El and saw the flush in her cheeks.
Elliot winked back and then he was gone.
He watched Olivia move back into her office as she seemed to be cleaning up some shuffled paperwork and a few items that had mysteriously shifted from their usual places.
He shook his head and laughed to himself.
He grabbed his keys and as he went to leave, he looked at the two new detectives just sitting there, a little in shock of what they just saw and not sure what to do next.
"Just remember… you can hear a rumor, but you can't know them. So, if I were you two… I'd act like nothing happened."
Velasco smirked and nodded.
"As far as I'm concerned, nothing did. So have a nice night…" Fin said.
"Copy that, Sergeant." Muncy said as Fin walked away. She cautiously glanced towards her Captain's office and saw the faint smile on Liv's face as she continued to organize her desk.
Good for her… Grace thought… good for her.