Olivia's eyes fluttered open, lost in a dreamy haze as she gathered her bearings, coming down from the best orgasm of her life. Stars subsided from her vision and she lazily blinked her eyes, blissed out in pain and pleasure. Her ass stung from his hands, her body on fire just from his fingertips. Her legs were jello; she knew she would feel him tomorrow. She would gladly bear the Captain's markings to earn another night of bliss.
The bed shifted beside her, causing her to turn her head. She watched as he stood up, eyes trailing over the valley of muscles carved into his skin.
"Where are you going?" she asked quietly. For a moment she regretted it; cursing herself for sounding desperate. She sat up in the bed, tangled in the silk sheets around her.
"Be right back," he murmured, turning to her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his beard scratching her smooth skin. She smiled, reminiscing how it felt between her legs.
He exited the room quietly, leaving her alone with her thoughts. It was then she recognized the dull ache in her head but the sharper one pulsating between her thighs. She missed him and he was just in the other room. Olivia rubbed her head, fluffing her short brown hair in her hands.
She'd only been at the Manhattan SVU for four months but it took minutes for her to catch the attention of Captain Stabler. He saw something in her; a spark that well… he just didn't see in other detectives. He'd taken her under his wing, and his cock, showing her the ropes and getting more hands-on experience than the others. No one complained; they knew better than to cross the Captain.
Elliot entered the room again, two glasses in one hand, a bottle of water tucked under his left arm, and a bottle of wine in his right. He sat back down on his side of the mattress, setting the bottles down on the nightstand. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol before handing it to her.
"For your head," he said gently, rubbing the small of her back. He handed her the water bottle and watched intently as she opened the pill bottle, dumped two into her hand and threw them back, chasing them with the water.
"You really should eat more," he said, "keep your stamina up."
"I think my stamina is just fine," she said, countering his rebuttal. "It's you we should worry about."
He smirked, a chuckle escaping him. "Not enough for you?" he chirped.
She smiled, thinking of all the ways, and places, he'd taken her. His office, the crib, the interrogation rooms, her desk, the squad car, both of their apartments; it was a delicate dance they'd perfected over the last few months.
She knew he wanted more. Knew he wanted the big American dream - the doting wife, the house in the suburbs, the white picket fence, the two perfect children…but she was content with the game they were playing now. She'd live and die for moments that they stole; the thrill of living on borrowed time.
"Plenty, actually."
They settled in silence as he looked back at her; his soft yet piercing blue eyes meeting her golden brown ones. The ones that felt like coming home every time he looked into them.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered, grazing his lips over hers. "Say the word and you'll have it."
"I want you," she whispered back, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. "Now." She tossed the water bottle to the floor as she climbed into his lap, straddling him as she pressed hungry and sloppy kisses to his neck.
"Olivia," he said, wiggling out of her reach. "I'm serious."
Her fingertips trailed a feather-light path down his chest as she bit her lip. "I want you," she repeated. "Us. This." She motioned between them. She looked back up at him. "But I also want you inside of me right," she leaned closer, breathing hot breaths over his mouth, "now."
He smirked against her skin and turned them in a swift movement. Her dark hair fanned out around her head on the silk pillowcase and God, she was beautiful.
"You know," he said as he lined himself up at her entrance. "I don't take orders from lower ranking officers." He thrust into her giving her no time to adjust to him. "But for you, I think I'll make an exception."
"Harder," she said as she arched into him.
"Is that an order, Detective?"
Olivia's eyes flew open, locking gazes with him. Her lips curled into a seductive smile before using her most innocent voice to say, "Yes, sir."