Elliot is shook by the power of manifestation. From the day he first toured this apartment, all he could think about was taking Olivia Benson in that shower. He'd dreamt about it, even came close to praying for it before remembering that it wasn't a very holy thing to do. But right now, watching her pull him as she walks backwards, with a smirk on her face and the confidence of someone who knows the place like she owns it, blessed is the only way he can describe himself. Just before they get to the threshold of the bathroom, he closes the distance between them, pulling her into a kiss as they begin to strip off their clothing.
"How long do you have the place to yourself?" Olivia asks as they each remove their shirts. Of course she would consider everyone else, she always does. And her question allows him a moment recalibrate and slow down what he knows he doesn't want to be a rushed encounter. "No one will be here 'til tomorrow evening at the earliest." And for a few seconds, he remembers that if she wasn't here, he would still be in his self-induced isolation, undoubtedly far worse off than he is right now. Fearing that she might be losing him to his anxious thoughts again, she goes back to her new method of keeping him grounded and places her hands on his face. "So that means that we can take our time," Olivia says, and he loves that she knows exactly what he needs when he can't express it himself.
Elliot smiles and replies, "we absolutely can," and resumes removing her pants so that she is now before him in nothing but a matching set of black bra and panties. He makes quick work of removing his sweatpants and briefs. And she probably should be removing her last articles of clothing, but she forgets what she's doing when she sees his completely naked body as he moves to turn the shower on. Her brows raise and she tilts her head, impressed with the live sculpture presented to her. His broad shoulders, his unbelievably large chest, his legs whose muscles have muscles, and of course his member that bounces as he leans in to check the temperature of the water.
"You don't plan on wearing those in here, do you?" His question snaps her out of her trance, but she recovers before he can notice her thirsting over his perfect figure and says "just waiting on you to finish what you started." Elliot is only too happy to indulge her, and his deft hands work to remove her panties, then her bra. He wants to take the time to really look over her body and commit every curve and mark to memory. And he will eventually, but he's got a goal in mind right now. So he practices the utmost self control and guides Olivia into the shower. As the water lands on each of their bodies, they let out a synchronized sigh of relief. After a moment to just take in this soothing feeling, they start to explore one another again. And knowing what's about to happen, that he is about to have Olivia in a way, in the way, that he's always wanted…he starts to laugh. Elliot laughs, and as if on cue, as if he's just told her some great joke with their telepathic dialogue, she starts to laugh too.
Laughter is the last thing either of them expected to be part of their first sexual experience together. And yet, it's so them. They've always found ways to bring humor into the most serious of situations. Banter is one of the pillars of their partnership. They needed it to carry the weight of some of the heaviest cases in their careers. A smartass comment about a perp here, a joke to lighten the mood as they watched crime scene techs work over a dead body there. So the giggles echoing through the shower as they work their hands over one another aren't hurting anybody's feelings. No one else would understand this, and they'd look like a science experiment gone wrong to anyone making observation of how two people would usually act after decades of denying their desire for one another. But this is Elliot and Olivia, so they don't have to explain to one another that the giggles and smiles, as they each move their hands from faces to shoulders to arms, are all due to pure joy.
Olivia dips her head and the laughter in the shower comes to an abrupt halt as she takes notice of Elliot's chest and the droplets of water rolling down his sculpted body. A strand of her hair comes loose and lands over her face. She tucks it behind her ear and when she looks up, Elliot is staring at her with the rawest look she's ever seen from any man. An arrogant smirk makes its way across his lips. "Like what you see?" His question is definitely rhetorical, and it's in this moment that Olivia realizes she is in the presence of an Elliot Stabler she's always wanted to meet but never could've actually prepared to greet.
For all the semi-flirting he did that was just at the threshold of appropriate for a married man, the kind you could write off as a best friend taking it just to the edge. For all the jealousy that she wouldn't let her mind view as anything more than his protectiveness of her from men who ended up being unworthy anyway. For the stolen glance that she caught after he called her a "monkette," and shook off so they could keep working the case. None of it was meant to prepare her for what's happening right now. Olivia is no stranger to the direct advances of a man. But from one that she's wanted and could not have? This is a foreign concept to her, and for the first time in her adult life, her mind stumbles over what to do next.
Elliot has an abundance of accomplishments that he can brag about, but nothing will ever compare to the bragging rights of seducing Olivia Benson. The pride that radiates off him, knowing that he's rendered her speechless and waiting for his next move, it would annoy her if she wasn't…well, if she wasn't rendered speechless and waiting for his next move. She had always rolled her eyes or nudged him for his seemingly sarcastic flirtatious remarks, mostly annoyed but always slightly flattered, which she would never admit back then. But now, she's unsure if there is any chance she could fight off his advances knowing that she doesn't have to anymore.
Didn't she say she would get back to touching that chest? She takes a hard swallow, and her throat scratches because the steam in this bathroom must have become thicker in the last few minutes and dried out all moisture in her mouth. "It's getting hot in here," she breathlessly says it out loud before she can stop herself. And this time when Elliot laughs, she knows it's at her. She repays him by slowly smoothing her hands over his pecs. And mission accomplished, because his immediate reaction is to stop and watch her, under her spell as Olivia works her hands across his torso. And when she plants a kiss and starts to suck at the droplets on him, Elliot groans something animalistic and the sound bounces off the walls of the shower. He decides it's time to quit playing around and do what he's been planning since she first led him into the bathroom.
In one swift move he has her pinned against the side of the shower and kisses her hard. Her "oh" in surprise gives him quick access to twirl his tongue into a dance with hers, and she moans when she feels his erection twitch against her. As his hand slides down from her neck, over her stomach, traveling slowly down between their bodies, she thinks what will happen next is that he'll line up himself up against her center and sink into her. But she's surprised when his hand doesn't leave her body. Her heart rate increases when he reaches the intended area. Elliot breaks their kiss to trail kisses along her jawline and she tilts her head to give him full access to her neck. She groans in frustration because his mouth and fingers move at the same torturously slow speed. Just as he reaches her ear to whisper "relax," his middle finger lands on her clit. He traces small circles before sliding down and has no trouble dipping into her center that's slippery with her arousal.
Olivia already knows that her body is telling on her. She knows that her reaction is a dead giveaway that Elliot's hand just became its favorite sexual encounter. And she would feel pathetic, if she could find a valid reason to actually give a damn. But she's too busy feeling so good. And without so much as a word, she knows that Elliot is trying to thank her for grounding him. While she would've done it regardless, she's not going to stop him from expressing his gratitude this way. She moans his name as he inserts a second finger and palms her clit. She feels like her soul is being lifted from her body, and if she didn't feel his skin against her, she wouldn't be so sure that she wasn't floating. Her legs begin to quiver and they both know what's about to happen.
"Elliot…I'm-" she starts to say and before she can finish her warning, he covers her lips with his. "I know. Go ahead, let me have it," he whispers against her mouth. And the vibration of his low voice on her, combined with the magic of his fingers moving in her sends her flying over the ledge that he's led her to. The moan that escapes her body as she clenches around his fingers is a sound that she is completely unfamiliar with. But she's not the only one who's amazed, because Elliot just…stares at her. He always imagined what it would be like to exorcise an orgasm from Olivia. But he's still mesmerized by the sight. He sees that he only has mere seconds to get himself together as she rides out the last wave, and he doesn't miss a beat when her body starts to go slack. He slides his fingers out of her and wraps his arms around her, holding her steady and telling her "I got you."
And to hell with those ten years, because they never stopped Olivia from trusting Elliot. She relaxes completely, knowing that she's in the arms of the one person who looked out for her like nobody else did. She reaches up and drapes her arms over his shoulders. He cradles her, one arm wrapped around her waist while he raises the other so he can stroke her long, gorgeous hair. He thanks God that he gets the chance to see her at her most beautiful. And while he can tell that she's impressed and maybe even intimidated by the way he's toned his body over the years, he makes it a mission to remind her, every day if he has to, that everything about the way she looks now is perfect to him. Olivia starts to break from their embrace, and they can't tell how long they've been standing there as the water cascades over them, but a nod in unison is their agreement that it's time to get out.
Elliot reaches to turn the water off and grabs a couple towels while helping Olivia out of the shower, gripping her bicep to help her step out, because his absence during her injury has only intensified his protective instinct to keep her from getting hurt. "Thanks," she says with a shy smile, and Elliot flashes her the biggest grin she's seen on his face since she'd told him he seemed better after they closed out the Purple Magic case. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little prideful that she seems to be the only one who can get that out of him.
They each dry off and wrap themselves up, and she notices the bulge that refuses to be discreet under the towel around his waist. Olivia raises a brow, curious that he hasn't once tried to take care of it since their tryst began. Elliot reads her face like he's always been able to and with his signature smugness he tells her "oh, we're just getting started." He takes her hand, and this time it's his turn to lead them to their next destination: his bedroom.