Elliot stood in her bedroom, still completely naked trying to catch his breath. He'd come here knowing or at least hoping it would happen. But now that it had…he was a little worried. Or a lot worried if he was being honest with himself. What the hell was he gonna do if she wanted nothing to do with him aside from a sexual relationship? He wanted to think that there were feelings there…he'd always thought there were. And after Gitano he was more sure…except she seemed hell bent on these rules. And he knew Olivia. He knew her better than anyone…she was gonna keep him on a tight leash with these fucking rules. No sleepovers, dating other people, no falling in love…God help him.
"El?" He heard her call from the kitchen, "You hungry? I was gonna order some take out. You know I don't cook."
He heard her giggle and his heart ached, dear God he fucking loved her and she had no idea. "Alright. Pull it together Stabler. If you fall all over her she's gonna freak out…you gotta think about this clearly. Just keep it casual…"
"El?" He heard her call again as she rummaged around the kitchen, "Now I'm worried…did I kill you after all?"
He reached for his boxers and tugged them on, "Be there in a second! Order whatever you want."
"Thai it is." She said with a sigh, "Your usual?"
"Yeah." He called back as he pulled on his jeans and walked towards the door, "The usual is good."
He decided to forgo a shirt at the last second and walked into the living room. He felt nervous as he walked towards her. She was leaning over the counter browsing a menu. Her black robe barely covered her ass and God help him he wanted to bend over her and fuck her until-
His mind was swirling and he didn't realize she had turned back to him, "Are you okay?"
His head snapped up and he nodded slowly, "Hm? What? Oh…yeah. Me? I'm fine."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Are you…sure?"
He took a deep breath and slipped his hands in his pockets, not trusting himself to not reach for her, "Yeah. Sorry. Guess I'm a little tired…"
She laughed and pressed the menu against his chest, "As you should be…" She walked towards the fridge, "Beer?" He nodded, "Go sit."
He turned back towards the living room and slowly walked towards the couch. He heard her on the phone with the restaurant, placing their orders and he was fidgeting in his seat. A moment later, she walked back towards him and handed him a cold beer, "Here."
He smiled and took the beer, grateful for the distraction, "Thank you."
Propping her feet up on the coffee table she took a long swig of her drink, "Beer after sex. Nothing better."
He chuckled and looked at her, "I thought they said cigarette's after sex were the best?"
She crinkled up her nose and shook her head, "Hell no. I don't sleep with smokers." She paused and then laughed, "At least cigarette smokers…"
He coughed and wiped at his mouth, "What?"
She rolled her eyes and moved to the other side of the couch, leaning back against the arm rest, "You've never gotten high?" He just blinked at her, "Mark that down as something we may need to try…"
"We're cops." He said with a laugh, "Isn't that a no-no?"
"You're so cute! Did you know that?" She said with a laugh as she nudged him with her foot, "So innocent…I almost feel bad about corrupting you." She paused and pointed her beer at him, "But…I don't."
He laughed and looked down at his lap, "I'm in trouble aren't I?"
She laughed and placed the bottle down on the floor beside her, "Yep…big time." He was quiet and she watched him, suddenly nervous, "Um…are you upset that I-"
He looked back at her and reached his hand out, touching her shin, "No. No Liv. No judgment on my part. I swear." She looked nervous and he smiled, "I promise. I just wasn't expecting it…I wasn't expecting a lot of things that are happening."
His hands began to move up and down her leg and her heart was pounding, "They said it could be like forty-five minutes for the food…"
"No problem." He said with a shrug, his eyes locked on her legs, "Not in a rush." He smirked, "Although you said no sleepovers."
She laughed and looked at the clock, "It's only 2pm. You came over for an afternoon fuck."
He chuckled and reached for his beer, taking another long swig, "An afternoon fuck?"
"Yes." She said with a nod, "You ever fuck in the afternoon?"
He shrugged, "Probably. Not that I can think of though…mostly at night when the kids were asleep."
She nodded slowly and rested her arm behind her, "Morning sex?" He shook his head, "Morning sex hits different…" He looked at her and she shook her head, "But no sleepovers so you don't get that from me. Whoever the next lucky lady is will though. Okay?"
He looked back at her, and tried to read her expression but she wasn't giving anything away. He moved his hand back to his lap and nodded, "Okay."
Her heart was pounding a little faster and she felt the shift but she had to put them back on track here. Make it more light hearted. "Alright…so lesson 2…" He glanced back at her, "I want your input. Is there something you really are curious about or want to try?" He looked taken aback and she smiled, "This is a no judgment zone El…if we're gonna do this you can be honest. Will I say yes to everything? Maybe not but you can ask. I promise it won't shock or scare me."
He felt the stirring in his jeans again. He knew what he wanted. Oh yes he knew. He wanted to try oral sex. The few minutes she'd gone down on him before they started were moments he was sure he'd never forget. He wanted more. But before that…he wanted to try it first. He wanted to go down on her. There was one problem…aside from a few times with a girl he'd dated in High School…this was very new to him. Kathy had practically hit him everytime he tried. But Dear God…he wanted to spread Olivia's legs, bury his face between her thighs and feast on her until she begged him to stop because she couldn't take anymore.
Resting his hand on the back of the couch, he squeezed the cushion, "There uh…is something I want to try."
Intruded, she tilted her head to the side, "I'm listening." He just stared at her and she smiled, "Come on El…as your teacher I take student questions to heart. I can't teach you if you don't tell me what you need help with."
Grasping his beer again, he downed the last of it and slammed the empty bottle down, "Do women enjoy oral sex?"
Raising an eyebrow she asked, "Are we talking, giving or receiving?"
He rolled his neck back and forth and felt his cock straining against the rough material of his jeans, "Both."
Contemplating her answer she sighed, "I can't speak for all women…" She pressed her hand against her chest, "But me personally?" He sat up a little straighter, "Hell fucking yeah I enjoy it. And I mean giving and receiving."
He cleared his throat slightly and lifted his knee, sitting so he could face her. One foot resting on the ground beside him, "You actually like going down on a guy?"
She shrugged, "When it's the right guy. Yeah." She shrugged, "I mean I know for some women it freaks them out but for me…it feels fucking powerful." She smiled widely at him, "Knowing I have that kind of power over my partner…making him come undone with just my mouth?" She sighed and ran her hand down her body, her fingers trailing a path up and down her outer thigh, "I fucking love it."
Oh yes. He was in big, big trouble here but there was no way he was going to be able to back down now, "And receiving…"
"Receiving…" She said with a nod, "Now that is a tricky question. Do I enjoy it? Yes. Of course I do. It feels fucking amazing…but only when a guy knows what the hell he is doing." He just blinked at her and she nodded, "Which leads me to my next question…Kathy wasn't big on oral huh?"
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Uh. No. She tried a few times for me…on my birthday or Christmas but it never went anywhere and I wasn't gonna push her."
She smiled and sat up slowly, pulling her knees up to her chest, "Of course not. It should always be a mutual thing. Both parties should feel comfortable. That's important."
He nodded slowly, moving slightly closer to her, "And uh…I tried a few times…to do that for her but she freaked out and so I just…gave up after a while." He shrugged, "Did it for a girl before Kathy but…"
"Okay." She nodded slowly trying to keep up, "And did that girl enjoy it?"
He smiled nervously, "I think so? I mean I think she…unless she was faking which you said women sometimes do."
She nodded, "True but you can usually tell if a woman is faking…you can feel it." She said with a smile, "I mean…did you feel it when I…"
His heart beat faster as he thought about the feeling of her pulsing around his cock as she came, "Oh I felt it…"
She leaned forward, her lips just inches from him, "Yeah? Did it feel good?"
He bit down hard on his lip, his eyes darting down to her lower lip, "God yes…"
"Good." She kissed him softly and he moved to pull her closer but she pulled away and he groaned, "Not so fast…"
He huffed and watched her lean back into the same position she had been in before, "What are you doing?"
With a wicked smile and a glint in her eye, she pressed both feet into the cushion of the couch and slowly spread her legs. She heard him inhale sharply as she tugged at the sash on her robe and exposed herself freely to him like she'd done it a million times before. Biting down on her finger she whispered seductively, "You said you wanted to know about oral sex…" Using her free hand, she inched her fingers towards her pussy, "So…let's learn."
His mouth hung open and he was slightly worried he was drooling, "You want me to…I mean I can-"
"Do I want you to?" He nodded, "Fuck yeah." She laughed and raised an eyebrow, "As far as can you…I'm giving you permission so yes…" He was leaning forward, "You ready for your second lesson Elliot?"
He took a shaky breath and settled himself between her legs, his face up close and personal to her most intimate body part. She was turned on, he could see it, smell it and Jesus Christ he was about to taste it. "Fucking hell…"
She laughed and leaned back against the couch, "Do you have questions?" He looked up at her and she smiled, "I mean you know…the general parts yes?"
He sighed and his breath tickled her making her squirm, "Christ Olivia yes…I know the parts. I'm not that stupid."
She laughed and reached out to touch him, "I didn't mean it like that…just trying to lighten the mood here. You look terrified."
He huffed again and glared at her, "I'm not terrified…I'm just taking it in…" He looked down again and groaned, "Do you always shave completely?"
He sounded turned on as hell and also generally curious, "Just the way I prefer it. I suppose sometimes I've been known to leave a little, but that was because my boyfriend at the time preferred it. To each their own. But I…feel sexiest bare." He was staring at her in awe and she smiled, "Kathy?"
He shook his head, "Didn't shave…which was fine. I mean she kept it…it wasn't…" He shook his head again, "Anyway…"
She nodded slowly, "Again…it's all about personal preference and comfort level. No judgment." He didn't move and she felt anxious having him just lay there between her legs, her hand moved down and slowly stroked the outside of her pussy, "Do you uh…not like it?" His eyes lifted to hers again, "I mean…shaved…do you not-"
"No it's fucking sexy." He growled, "It's…you're…" He licked his lips and looked down at her pussy again, glistening up at him in all its glory, "Jesus Olivia you're perfect…you're beautiful."
Her heart flipped in her chest and just as he went to move in and lick her she grasped his head making him confused, "Don't do that."
His eyes narrowed at her, "What?"
"Don't say things like that." She said quickly, "Rule number 6…I'm adding it. No compliments or cute little pet names. This is just sex…okay?"
He swallowed hard, once again realizing the delicacy of this situation. Maybe the smart thing would be to pull away, to walk out the door. But he wanted her so fucking badly he couldn't for the life of him stop this now. "Okay."
She let out a shaky breath and let go of his head, leaning back again, "Okay…" He nodded once and looked at her again, and she whispered curiously, "So she really never let you go down on her?"
Glancing back up at her he shook his head, 'She said it was weird. I tried but no."
She frowned softly, "I don't know who I feel worse for. Her or you."
He sighed and shifted, his arms sliding up and under her thighs, "Can we not talk about my ex wife while my face is between your legs?"
Her eyes went wide and she pressed a hand against her belly, "Oh. Sorry. That was insensitive of me. I know you must miss-"
"No." He said quickly, "No that's not it…it's just a fucking mood killer and I want to stop talking so I can taste you. Okay?"
She swallowed hard and felt a rush of arousal making her squirm. His voice was dark and deep and he sounded like a man on a fucking mission. And god help her, she wanted his tongue on her so fucking badly she may just come thinking about it, "Uh-okay."
He nodded once and shifted even closer, "Okay. So…" He took a deep breath and licked his lips, leaning in, "Here we go…"
Her breath caught in her throat and she gripped the cushion, "Go slow…" He was just hovering over her now and she could just see his eyes, "At first…g-go slow. Ease into it."
He grunted a response and tentatively stuck out his tongue, moving lower he started at the base of her pussy and licked up. She tensed and he froze but when she whimpered he took that as a good sign, "Li-"
"Keep. Going." She growled, "You're doing great…keep going up. Higher."
He swallowed hard and pulled her closer by her thighs, starting his mission again. Licking slowly from the bottom and this time, finding her clit. Swirling his tongue around it. He moaned loudly and she shivered. He'd never tasted anything like her and once again he knew he was addicted. For fuck sake he thought. The few times he'd even attempted this with Kathy, there was no comparison. Olivia was sweet, and God was she wet and he was the one making her feel that way. She was intoxicating, warm, welcoming, sexual and free and he wanted to devour her.
He kept repeating the motion, finding his stride, listening to her, feeling her, it was all too much. His eyes lifted towards hers again and she nodded, her cheeks flushed as her hands ran up and down her chest, "Good El…" He wrapped his lips around her clit and her mouth hung open, "Fuck…you-you're doing good." Her hips rotated softly and he realized she wanted more friction, wanted him to go faster so he willingly complied, "Already figuring it out…" She giggled and it quickly turned into another moan as she whispered, "See? You are a good boy."
He laughed, deep in his throat as he pulled back, hooking his arm around her thigh, he panted like a dog again, "Is this my treat?"
She arched her back up as he rubbed her pussy lips with two fingers, "Yes. You like it?"
He moved his face back down and whispered against her, "Best treat I've ever had."
She laughed and ran her hands up and down her body again, before resting them against her chest, tugging on her nipples, "Add your fingers El…"
He pushed his tongue up inside of her and lapped up her wetness before pulling back. His lips hovered over her clit as his hand moved forward, he took his middle finger and slowly slid it inside of her, "Like this?"
Her head rolled to the side and she pulled on her nipples, "Two…two please."
He slipped his finger out, the sound it made making him harder by the second, "Fuck…" He quickly pushed two fingers in and looked at her, "Like this?"
She was panting loudly, "Yes-yes…tongue…clit…same time. I-"
He moved forward wrapping his lips around her sensitive nub again and moaning softly as his fingers pumped in and out of her. "Mmmmm…"
Her left foot slipped off the couch and she cried out, "Curl them u-up and-" He did as he was told and she screamed, "Fuck!"
He grimaced, looking up at her afraid he'd hurt her, trying to move, 'Sorry I-"
Her head fell forward and she grabbed the back of his head firmly, "Don't. You. Dare. Fucking. Stop."
His fingers continued to move pressing up and her hips started spasming, "Am I hurting you?"
"Oh my God." She tugged harder on her nipple, "No! No you aren't hurting me. Fuck…Elliot mouth…now…"
Her legs were shaking and he was so turned on he didn't know how he was going to be able to move from this spot. But if he died here, that would be fine by him. He was so far past love at this point, and it was only day one. He was never getting out of this. His mouth wrapped around her again and he started doing things with his mouth he didn't know he could do. And the louder she got, the more focussed he became.
Over and over he licked, bit, kissed each part of her open pussy and his fingers, now three of them slammed into her with reckless abandon. Her head was thrown back, her skin flush, her chest rising and falling, "El-Elliot. Just like that!"
He pushed up harder, feeling that little nub he'd only read about and she spasmed around him so hard and so fast, he had to pull back. His fingers were trapped as she screamed loudly, her legs closing around him, "Fuck!"
He was breathing hard, and his cock physically hurt but he sat there, kissing her thighs, "Shhh…" He whispered soothingly, "Liv…"
She cried out once more and her body shook before her leg fell back down again, "You're…telling me…" She pressed her hand to her chest and tried to breathe, "You've never…you…that was your-"
He smiled sheepishly, "Yes." She stared at him in shock, "I was highly motivated…what can I say?" She was still trying to catch her breath and he moved forward wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "So…so that was…that was good?"
Her legs felt like jello and she tried to sit up, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
He swallowed hard and whispered, "I just want to make sure…"
She fell back against the couch and waved a tired hand at him, "You passed Stabler. You passed with flying fucking colors okay? A+ all around."
He laughed proudly and rested his cheek against her thigh, "That was fun Ms. Benson. I'm really enjoying these lessons…"
Glancing at him again she smiled, "Yeah?"
His hips rocked forward, grinding against the cushions below him and if he didn't get release soon… "Oh Yeah…"
"C'mere…" She whispered reaching for him, "You asked about giving and receiving so…"
As he crawled over her his only thought was, please don't make me come too soon or I'll never live this down. Lying over her, his lips were on her in an instant and she moaned, tasting herself as her hands moved to his jeans. He was already so excited, so desperate he almost didn't register the sound coming from somewhere far off. She huffed and tugged at the fly of his jeans, "That's not me…"
He shook his head and looked down at her, "What?"
She pushed him back and tried to breathe as she listened, "That ringing…that's not my phone."
His head looked towards her bedroom and he listened, and then he heard it too, "Shit."
Her hand fell down and she frowned, "El-"
"That's the kids ring." He threw his leg over the side of the couch and grimaced, "Shit. Fuck."
She felt a rush of cold air as he climbed off of her and she reached for her robe, covering herself, "Breathe El."
He was muttering to himself as he walked into her room, looking for his forgotten phone. Sitting up slowly, she reached for a pillow and placed it in her lap. And the only thought she had was his children. Kathy. Fucking hell he had a family. Even if he was divorced. This was complicated as all hell. She heard him yelling, "What? Are you okay?"
Worry settled in her chest and she climbed off the couch, covering herself fully with her robe. She cared about his kids, that was one thing she couldn't deny. Walking towards her bedroom, she stood in the doorway as she listened to him, "Alright. Calm down Kathleen. Is the tow truck coming? Yes. I'll-I'll be there as soon as I can. No. I'm just glad you're okay." He looked back at Olivia, "Just send me the address. I'm coming to you." He smiled and she furrowed her brows, "I love you too honey. Hang tight."
When he hung up, he slipped his phone in his back pocket, "Is Kathleen okay?"
He sighed and nodded his head, "Some asshole cut her off on the highway and she swerved. Her tire blew out." He bent down to grab his shirt, "I uh…I gotta go get her. And bring her home."
Olivia dropped her hand, "But…she's okay? I mean physically? She's okay right?"
His eyes moved towards her and he saw it. Genuine concern. And his heart ached. He knew she cared about his children. She'd always been so good to them. Presents for every birthday and Christmas. Playing with them when they came to visit, hell she'd even babysat a time or two when they were in a pinch. But the look on her face told him she'd die for his kids if she had too and it only made him want her more, "Yeah. She's okay. Just shaken up…"
She walked into the room and found his shoes, "Here." He sat down on the edge of her bed and started to tug them on, "Can…can I help? Do you need me to-"
"No." He said softly, and she looked somewhat disappointed, "I mean thank you for offering but no…she's alright. I'm just gonna make sure the car gets taken to the right place and drop her off at home. Kathy's visiting her sister today so I may hang with the kids for a while until she gets back but…" He dropped his hand down, "Liv I'm-"
"Hey." She put her hand up, "El…if I've never told you this, shame on me." She smiled and shrugged, "You are a hell of a Father. Go…you're doing exactly what you should be doing."
He wanted to kiss her, more than anything he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to take her hand and make her come with him but that wasn't happening. Not today at least, "Are we uh…are we okay?"
Smiling up at him she nodded once, "Of course we are."
He awkwardly moved towards her but she leaned back and he stopped, "So…okay…uh…thank you?" She laughed and he grimaced, "I'm not sure…what-"
"Elliot?" He took a shaky breath and she smiled, "We're good. Go…don't keep Kathleen waiting."
Clearing his throat, he slammed on his second shoe and turned towards the door, "Talk later?"
She nodded and climbed up on the bed, "Absolutely. Let me know how she is, okay?"
He looked over at her again, and wondered if he would get the chance again to take her to bed, he sure hoped so. "Of course. Bye Liv."
And then he turned and walked out of her room. She sighed, lay back on the bed and reached for the pillow beside her. She heard the door slam shut and her body was still tingling from her second orgasm of the day. Her pillow smelled like him and instantly her body was craving him again. She was so incredibly fucked. What the hell was she doing? She really had no idea…but what she did know was that whatever this was…she didn't want it to end…
Walking into his old house, Elliot felt very uncomfortable. He hated coming here now if he was honest. Not because of Kathy or regrets about the marriage, but because everywhere he looked he had memories of his children. And now he knew, despite the fact that the divorce needed to happen, he fucking missed them. Standing here now in the foyer, he also was thinking about Olivia and it was all so damn confusing…
Kathleen sighed and dropped her bag down, "I'm so tired."
Elliot frowned and leaned against the wall, "Stress will do that to you…you're sure nothing hurts?"
"No. And you heard what the paramedics said…I'm fine Dad." She turned back to him and smiled, "I promise, I'm good."
He sighed and ran a tired hand over his face, "Thank God. My heart dropped to my stomach when I heard your voice…"
Kathleen sat down on the bottom step and smiled, "That's because you're a good Dad…"
He looked down at the floor and sighed, "Am I?"
"Dad…" He took a moment and then looked back at her, "You okay?"
Pushing himself off the wall, he walked over to her and sat down beside her, "I'm good kid. You just scared me…" He reached out and touched her knee, "Don't need anything happening to you, your sisters or your brother. Okay?" They sat there for a moment and he whispered, "I just want to make sure that you know…that even though your Mom and I aren't…that we…" He looked back at her, "That the four of you are-"
"We know." She whispered, reaching for his hand, "We know Dad. I promise."
He swallowed the lump in his throat and asked the question that had been haunting him for months, "So you don't hate me?"
She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder, "Course I do. Every teenage girl hates her Father…" He laughed and she squeezed his arm, "But I also love you. And I'm really grateful that you dropped everything and came to save me today. Thank you."
He smiled, and kissed the top of her head, "Always kid."
Pulling back she looked up at him and asked, "Where were you anyway? Work?"
"Uh…" He fidgeted nervously, "No…had today off. Was gonna try and see you guys but your Mom said you were all busy so I didn't want to bug anyone."
Kathleen frowned, "You wouldn't be bugging us. I was just with Leah and Meg. Dickie had some soccer thing and Lizzie is at work. But they should be home soon. Wanna hang out for a bit?"
Elliot looked down at her and smiled, "I'd like that."
Pushing herself up off the steps she laughed when she heard his stomach rumble, "You hungry?"
He suddenly remembered the forgotten thai Olivia had ordered, "Actually…yes."
Kathleen looked back at him, "Come on. I'll make sandwiches." He followed behind her as she asked, "So what were you doing on your day off?"
"Oh ya know…" He shrugged and walked into the kitchen with her, "Just hung around…nothing crazy."
She nodded and opened the fridge, "Well…we'll have to get you a social life Dad. You're a single man in the city these days. Things have changed since the 1800s when you were last free."
He laughed and tossed a grape at her, "Ha. Ha."
She laughed and set everything up on the counter, "You seeing anyone?"
He fidgeted slightly and shook his head, "No." He paused and then asked, "Why, is your Mom?"
Kathleen shook her head, "Not that I know of." He nodded and looked down at the counter, "How's uh…how's Olivia doing?" He tensed again and she smiled, "Heard she was back from her Undercover thing…"
Elliot rubbed the back of his neck and nodded, "Yeah. She is." Kathleen just stared at him and he shrugged, "She's…she's good. She's…" He shrugged again, "She's Liv."
Kathleen nodded and reached for a knife, "You two…are good friends, right?"
Elliot squeezed the countertop but nodded, "Best friends. Yeah…we spend a lot of time together."
She just smiled as she assembled his sandwich and then nslid it towards him, "I always liked her. She's fun…cool. I want her life…"
Elliot frowned and leaned against the counter, reaching for his sandwich, "What do you mean? You want to be a cop? Since when?"
She rolled her eyes and assembled her own sandwich, "No. I don't want to be a cop. I just meant…I want to be the kind of woman that runs the shots ya know? Someone who is confident like her. Bold. Strong. Someone who makes her own choices and doesn't put up with any bullsh-" He gave her a look and she laughed, "I just mean…she's a free woman. And I admire that."
Elliot cleared his throat and chewed on the edge of his sandwich, "Yeah…she is."
Climbing up onto the stool behind him Kathleen asked, "She have a boyfriend?"
He looked back at her, his mind reeling, "No. Not at the moment…"
Kathleen ripped off the crust of her bread and nodded, "So you're both single." He shot her a look and she smiled, "Just making an observation…"
He opened his mouth to respond when he heard the front door open, "Dad? Are you here?"
Hearing his son's voice Elliot pointed at his second child, "You behave. Understood?"
Kathleen laughed and gave him a little salute, "Understood Dad."
But as he turned to greet his son, he knew his daughter was already onto his dirty little secret…
A few hours later, Olivia was sitting in her apartment alone. It was raining again and she'd spent most of the day lounging around. She'd eaten her portion of the food they ordered and kept his in the fridge, thinking she'd bring it to him tomorrow. Maybe it would be a little peace offering. Maybe it was best to end this now before it got more complicated? But everytime she thought about ending it, her body reacted, her mind remembered what it felt like to be touched by him and she hated herself already.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she heard her phone ringing. Sitting up, she reached across and picked it up, holding it to her ear, "Benson."
She heard him take a breath and she knew who it was immediately, "Uh…hey. It's…it's me."
Her heart fluttered in her chest and she grabbed the remote to turn down the volume on the television, "Hey…I uh…I didn't want to bother you. How's Kathleen? Everyone good?"
He was driving back to Manhattan, something he'd done a thousand times before but this felt different, "She's good. Yeah…car should be fine. I stayed and had a bite to eat with her and the twins. Left before Kathy came home…just easier."
"Good. I'm glad you got to spend time with them." She picked at the fringe on the pillow in her lap and asked, "But Kathleen didn't get hurt at all? You're sure?"
Elliot smiled, he heard the worry in her voice, "Yes. I had the paramedics check and triple check. She's good. I swear."
"Good." She sighed and then nervously said, "I uh…I called Fin. Who called a friend of his…"
He frowned, unsure where she was going with this, "Liv?"
"And they had a video…and the person who cut her off…got a visitor." She said with a sheepish smile, "And a ticket."
Elliot laughed and pulled up in front of his apartment building, "Liv…"
Her cheeks flushed and she smiled, "Hey…SVU is a family right? We all look out for each other. Kids included. But as long as she's okay…"
He sighed and turned the key in the ignition, wishing more than anything he could go to her apartment and curl up beside her, "She's good. Thank you…for caring."
"Course." She whispered softly before glancing at the clock, "You uh…you must be tired. I'll let you go. But thanks for calling to let me know."
"Course." He whispered, "See you at work tomorrow?"
"See you at work tomorrow." She whispered back and then hung up the phone.
Tossing her phone down on the couch, she lay back and closed her eyes. But the minute she did, all she could think about was his hands on her. His mouth. What he'd done, how good he'd made her feel. Her hands started roaming up and down her body now covered in leggings and a sweatshirt and then she made a choice.
"Fuck it." She said quickly reaching for the phone, she waited a moment, he sounded out of breath when he answered, "Yeah hey. What's your new address?"
She heard him pushing the door open and turning off the alarm, "Why?"
She smiled to herself and stood up, "Let's call it a pop quiz…what's your address?"
He stood in his doorway and glanced around the dimly lit apartment, "Pop Quiz?"
She laughed and walked into the kitchen, "Just text it to me Stabler. Otherwise…you're failing this next lesson."
And then she hung up.
Thirty minutes later, he was sitting on the couch staring at the door. He'd given her his address and she'd given strict instructions to leave the door unlocked. He had no idea what was about to happen but every fiber of his being told him that it was gonna be amazing. He wasn't sure he was breathing as he waited. But when he heard the door knob turn, he thought for a second he might pass out.
Suddenly she was standing there, a long coat covering her body. It was raining but not cold and he was confused. He wanted to ask questions but somehow he knew better. So instead, he gripped the edge of the couch and waited. She walked in and smiled, "Hey. Nice place."
He swallowed hard and whispered, "Thanks."
Leaning down, she placed a bag on the table, "Your Thai. Figured I'd drop it off."
Elliot looked at the bag, then at her and nodded, "Thanks. You didn't have to come all the way over here for that…"
Moving to stand directly in front of him, she put her hands on the tie of her coat and shook her head, "I didn't. Well…not just for that."
He fidgeted slightly and asked, "Right. Pop Quiz?"
She nodded slowly, "Yes. We didn't finish our lesson before…" He was breathing hard and she knew that this, was going to be fun, "We only made it halfway through."
His eyes moved down to her hands as she pulled at the little tie and let the coat drop to her feet. "Holy. Shit."
She was completely naked underneath and she smiled, dropping to her knees, "And the best way to handle a stressful afternoon…" Reaching for his jeans she slipped her finger under the top button, "Is to get off…"
He fell back against the couch and held his breath, "Liv…what-"
"Shhhh." She whispered, pressing her fingers to his lips and used her other hand to urge his hips up, "I'll take it from here Stabler. Let the teacher teach…okay?"
He felt her pull his jeans down and he was helpless. Olivia Benson had come over here, completely naked other than a coat and was now on her knees. And one inch closer and she would be, "Fuck…" He groaned as she took him into her mouth, "Fuck. Fuck me…"
She laughed softly and pulled back, licking him from the tip to the base, "If you don't want me to do this. You can tell me to-" His hand fell on the back of her head and she looked up, "Stop."
Through gritted teeth he growled, "Dear God, don't you dare stop."
She smiled a wicked little smile and wrapped her hand around him, "Okay. I won't." She moved her mouth over him and whispered, her hot breath tickling him, "At least not until you come in my mouth."
His eyes went wide and his head fell back, "I'm dead. I'm dying. This is it."
She laughed harder, the vibrations rippling through him as she slid her mouth over him, taking the full length of his cock in her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. He sucked in a breath and gripped her hair tightly, "Yup. Fucking dying. This is the after life…"
She smiled around him, feeling sexier than she ever had in her life. She meant it earlier when she said she loved giving head. But only if she really was attracted to the person. And God was she attracted to him. There was no denying that. She'd been attracted to him for years and now to be here, with his cock in her mouth, she agreed with him. Maybe this was the afterlife.
Her head bobbed up and down, slow, then fast, and slow again, not wanting to push him over the edge too fast. She knew this was new for him and she wanted him to enjoy it, and more than that, she wanted him to feel confident and sexy as he should. If he came quickly, he'd compare himself to Porter and she didn't want that. There was no comparison here. She'd admit she thought he'd be a little lacking, but only out of limited experience. But now, now she knew that either it was her, or he was just skilled without needing to try and she wanted it all.
Letting go with a loud pop, she took a breath and licked her hand, sliding it over him, "You good?" She asked as she took a moment to catch his breath.
He bit down hard on his lip and muttered, "That a rhetorical question?"
She laughed and swirled her tongue around the tip of him, tasting his precum, "Mmm…no? I'm genuinely curious. How are you doing?"
He looked at her, wide eyed, face flushed, lips swollen as she sucked in her cheeks and deepthroated him again without batting an eyelash, "Fucking amazing."
She smiled and cupped his balls and squeezed, "Good." She mumbled with his cock still in her mouth, "Relax."
He leaned back spreading his legs wider as she settled in between him, a woman on a mission. God she was sexy. She was powerful and bold and so fucking bueaituful. Every man's fantasy and she was here with him. She'd told Porter she decided who she took to her bed, who she touched, who she fucked, and she was choosing him. That had to mean something right? Please, please let it mean something he begged silently.
His mouth hung open as he watched her, she moved with purpose and confidence and he wanted to have a video of this to watch over and over. He'd never felt this kind of pleasure in his life. So this was why men loved blowjobs so much? He had sure been missing out…His hand pressed into his chest and he tried to breathe as she pumped him furiously, her mouth swirling over the top of him in rhythm, "Liv…holy shit Liv…"
She pulled back shaking her head, "Not yet El…deep breaths…" She moved her hand slower now, "Stay with me…"
She was bringing him to the edge each time and then pushing it back down. She really was trying to kill him. He sat up slightly when he saw her hand slip off his knee. She continued to use her second hand to stroke him while she still used her mouth. And then he realized she was touching herself, "Oh my God…"
She smiled and rocked her hips forward, "I told you…I love being in control. It's such a fucking turn on." She whispered, licking him playfully, "I'm so wet right now."
He leaned forward trying to reach for her, "Fuck, get up here Liv let me-"
She lifted her hand, the one that had been playing with herself and covered his lips. He growled and sucked her finger into his mouth, "No. I said you're coming in my mouth and I meant that."
He huffed and tried to move again, desperate to taste her again, "Just let me-"
She pulled hard on his cock, "I swear I'll stop Elliot. I'll stop right now if you don't sit back and just let me do this."
Leaning back, his mind was spinning, "Liv-"
She moved her hand off of him and pointed towards the door, "I can go…"
He put his hands up in defeat, "Not touching…"
Her hand gripped him again and she whispered those two words again, "Good boy…" Before sliding her lips over him once more.
His hands fell at his sides, watching her, up and down, wet, warm, a fucking vision. He was gonna wake up soon. He had too. Because at this point, there was no way this was real. Olivia Benson, his partner and best friend could not have come over here with the sole purpose of fucking him with her mouth until he came. There was no way in hell…and yet…
She hummed, low in her throat, gagging as he slid into her throat, "Jesus. Fucking. Christ."
She pulled back, her eyes watering slightly as she kissed the tip of him, storking him hard as her own fingers worked her clit, "I can't wait to taste you El." She smiled innocently up at him, "Are you gonna come for me?"
He held his breath, his chest puffing out, "Huuuhhh…"
He felt it, he was going to come and he was going to come hard, and she pouted softly before whimpering, "Please?"
He tensed, his body shaking and she moved her mouth over him just in time. He felt it, hot, thick, sliding down her throat and she never once turned away. She just took him further into her mouth, swallowing, holding him there, while her own fingers brought her over her edge. He felt her begin to shake, heard her moaning around his cock as her own orgasm ripped through her. His chest felt like it was going to split open as he gasped for air, "Fuck!"
She eased him slowly out of her mouth and fell to the side slightly, one hand still stroking him while the other gently rubbed her pulsing pussy, "Yeah…fuck."
Lifting his hand, he covered his face and started to shake with nervous laughter, "Holy. Shit."
She blushed and kissed his thigh and then his knee before standing up in front of him, still completely naked, "You're gonna have to go to church this week and say a few hail marys or whatever..confess your sins there buddy boy."
Elliot dropped his hand and looked up at, her, "There isn't enough confession or prayer in the world that could save me now Benson…"
She smiled triumphantly and nodded, "See? I have corrupted you…and I don't feel bad a bit."
He sat up slowly, still breathing heavily as he tried to reach for her, "Come here…"
She slithered out of his grasp and reached for her coat, "Oh no. That concludes our lessons for today Mr. Stabler." She patted his head gently and smiled, "But I'm very proud of you. You put in some damn good effort today."
He fell back as she nudged him with her foot and began to put her coat back on, "Wait. What?" He saw her tying the knot back in place, covering herself up again, "Where the hell are you going?"
She sighed and looked back at the clock, "It's 8:30….and we have work early in the morning. Very early in fact."
He reached for her again but she slapped his hand away, "Liv…"
"You've had a hell of a day. You need your rest." She wiped her finger along the corner of her lips and smiled, "Goodnight Elliot."
He stood up quickly, tripping slightly as his jeans were still around his ankles, "You're seriously leaving? What about you? I-"
"I got off too." She said, wiggling her fingers, "I know how to take care of myself, Stabler." She reached for the door knob, "Like I said before though…we'll save that lesson for another day." He opened his mouth again and she knew what he was going to say before he said it, "Besides, rule number 2." Standing up a little straighter she whispered, "No sleepovers. You agreed. Remember?"
Slowly he fell back onto the couch and nodded, "Yeah…I remember."
"Good." She said with a little wink, "See you at work, partner. Get some rest…we'll continue with lesson three, as soon as possible okay?"
And then she was gone.
He lay back on the couch and put a hand on his forehead, "I'm so dead…"
