A/N - One of my personal favorite chapters for a lot of different reasons hahaha. Do with that information what you will! Anyway, we are getting close to the fall out here. You can only pretend for so long you don't love someone before it gets to be too difficult. But we know Liv is scared so it's gonna be a bumpy road for a bit. However, you know my endgame is always happy EO and Elliot is not going to give up on her, no matter what.
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Another two weeks had passed and now over a month in, they were both in deep. And every time something got a little intimate, a little bit too serious, she flipped a switch, making a comment to remind him what this really was. He was irritated. And he had no one to blame but himself for suggesting all of this but he couldn't stop now. He was an addict and he couldn't even deny it.
Tonight, they were out celebrating a win on a hard case. It was one they'd been following for months but finally they got their resolution and the justice their victims deserved. He was sitting in a booth in the corner of a crowded bar. John had tapped out an hour ago, Fin was off talking to some redhead at the bar and Casey and Olivia were out on the dance floor. She had changed after work. Nothing crazy but she still looked so fucking good he coudn't control himself.
The jeans fit her like a second skin, hugging her curves and somehow he knew she was wearing a thong underneath. Those seemed to be her preferred type of underwear, at least as far as he could tell. She had on white top, low cut and as she danced he was afraid her bra was going to peek out. He'd gotten a glimpse before, it was a nude colored lace bra. He hadn't seen it before and he wanted to ask if it was new but he couldn't. At least not here.
As she danced, she was in her own little world. She'd only had two drinks but she hadn't eaten much and he knew she was feeling it. She didn't notice, but he did. Oh he noticed all the men watching her. Hell some of the women were staring too. She swung around, her hips swaying from side to side, her eyes closed, her breasts bouncing slightly. He shifted in his seat, already hard.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone walking towards her. A tall, blonde guy, muscular, sure of himself. And he knew what was coming next. His jaw clenched around the neck of his bottle, he was holding it so hard he was afraid he'd break it in his hands. But then he heard her words from that first day…
Rule number can date other people without it being weird. Because the point of this is to get you ready for the dating game again…and I can go out when I want to too.
He took a deep breath and watched as the man got closer, crowding her space. Olivia seemed oblivious, still dancing all on her own. But Casey saw it and smiled, she started to shift away and he wanted to scream at her to not leave her friend alone. The man slipped up behind her and Olivia jumped at first and he leaned forward, ready to run over and intervene if he overstepped any lines or if she looked distressed. But she looked back, saw the guy behind her and she didn't blink, didn't pull away.
She looked back at Casey and he saw her lips moving, saying something to her friend. But the man wrapped his arms around Olivia's waist and she leaned into him. "Damn it." He muttered to himself.
And suddenly Casey was beside him, falling into the booth and reaching for her forgotten drink, "I like this place!"
He kept his eyes on Olivia though, and this man. She turned around and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leaning into him, "Hm."
Casey looked at Elliot, swallowed her drink and smiled. She'd always known there was an attraction between the two partners. She definitely knew it after Olivia left for Oregon. And now that he was single…she wondered. Sliding closer to him she said, "That's Noel."
Elliot frowned but still didn't look at his friend, "Huh?"
"Olivia's dance partner. His name is Noel." She said leaning closer to him, "He's had a thing for her forever."
His hands wrapped harder around the bottle, "She knows him?"
"Not really?" She asked with a shrug, "We've seen him out from time to time. I know him because he used to date someone I work with but the girl said he called her Olivia in bed."
He had been about to take a sip of his beer and he choked, "What?"
"I know." She said with a laugh, "Can you imagine calling someone the wrong name in bed?"
Elliot huffed and took the last swig of his beer, "I need another drink."
Pushing himself out of the booth, he walked towards the bar, but he could still see them out of the corner of his eye. She had her back to him again, pressed tightly against him as they danced. He wasn't a dancer. Never felt comfortable. But right now he'd like to go show this prick up, only he'd make a fool of himself AND he had agreed to her stupid fucking rules.
As he leaned against the bar he thought about what Casey had said. Can you imagine calling someone the wrong name in bed? God help him. How many damn times had he almost called his wife his partner's name? He'd have his eyes closed, trying to stay in the moment but all he saw was the curvy brunette who haunted his dreams. Bending his head low, he closed his eyes and now when he closed them he could see her, all of her. Because now he knew.
He wanted to scream. Wanted to run towards the dance floor, rip her away from that guy and drag her home to his apartment and make her talk to him. But he knew. If he did that, she'd panic. And she'd pull away. He'd lose her completely. So what was worse? Not having her at all or being tortured this way?
He was so lost in thought he didn't realize she was beside him, "Order me one too."
His head turned to see Olivia, "What?"
She nodded towards the busy bartender, "Get me another beer. I have a tab. Just put it on mine."
His fists clenched and he spoke through gritted teeth, "How come your boyfriend isn't buying you a drink?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and looked back at the dance floor, laughing when she saw Noel now dancing with someone else. Someone by the name of Gary. His actual boyfriend, "I think he bought his boyfriend a drink instead."
"What?" His head snapped up and he looked back out at the dancefloor, "He's…"
"Yes Elliot. He's gay." She said with a smile, and then turned, leaning over the bar finally catching the bartenders, "Can we get two more?" Turning back to Elliot, she leaned on her elbow, her bra was peaking out now, "What?"
The bartender slid the beers in front of them and Olivia took one of them, "He has a boyfriend?"
Taking a swig of her beer she nodded, "Yeah. That a problem?"
His jaw cracked and he reached for his own beer, "No. Of course it's not."
She nodded slowly, "Okay…then explain the problem to me." He just stared at her and she shrugged, "Because there is clearly a problem…"
"There's no problem Liv." He said, tossing his beer back, "No problem at all."
Looking back at the table, Casey gave her a wink and she sighed, "What the hell did Casey say to you?"
He took a deep breath and leaned against the bar again, "Nothin."
"Did she tell you I fucked him or something?" She asked, "She knows he's gay. She just likes to stir shit up."
He cleared his throat and looked at her, "She told me that he likes you and that he dated someone at her work."
Olivia nodded, "He does like me. We get along great. He's hilarious. And he did date someone at her work. Jeff Rogers. You know him."
Elliot laughed and said, "And she said he called your name in bed…"
"See?" She said pointing at him, "She's full of shit."
Licking her lips she watched him. He was angry. Tense. He was jealous. She knew when Noel came up behind her that it could happen. Things had been a little intense lately but she also knew Elliot. He got attached, but when he realized what they were really doing, he'd get over it. If he looked around, he'd notice all the women drooling over him. And then he'd leave her in the dust. As she glanced around, she saw the women watching. The women wondering if they were a couple, if they had a shot.
And her own jealousy filled her chest. The kind of jealousy that made her sick to her stomach. The kind that made her heart physically hurt. It was hard enough seeing him with Kathy. But now? What the hell was she going to do when she had to see him with another woman when she'd had him?
Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned closer to him and said, "You wanna get out of here?"
His head turned towards her slowly and he frowned, "What?"
She shrugged, "John already left…Fin's two seconds away from dragging that girl to the bathroom and Casey…" She turned and laughed when she saw Casey, "Casey has her tongue down her ex-boyfriend's throat. And last time I tried to tell her that wasn't a good idea. It didn't go well so I'm gonna let that go." She turned back to him and whispered, "So…again I ask…do you wanna get out of here?"
He swallowed hard, looked down again, saw the lace of her bra peeking out, the flush of her cheeks. "Yes."
She smiled and leaned across the bar again, "Can we close out please?"
The bartender nodded and walked back to the machine, "I have cash for the tip."
"Great. See?" She said, nudging him, "We really do make a great team."
He smiled, but at the same time he wanted to pull her up beside him and kiss her in front of all of these people. Prove that she belonged to him and only him. Instead, he slammed the bills down and waited. He watched her sign her name before turning to walk back to the table. She gathered their stuff, Casey barely noticed as they said goodbye and they waved to Fin.
And then they were outside, "You're good to drive?" Olivia asked.
Elliot nodded, "I am. I actually ate something…"
She stuck her tongue out at him and frowned, "I wasn't hungry…"
"But now you are?" He asked with a smile and she blinked her eyelashes up at him, "We'll stop somewhere on the way…your place or mine?"
"Hmmmm…" She said walking backwards along the sidewalk, "Yours…" Then she paused and whispered, "Hm…"
He raised an eyebrow, "Hm…?"
She had that look in her eye again, that one that told him he was in big trouble, "Up for a little game tonight Stabler? Something…different?"
He swallowed hard, "Depends on what you have in mind…"
She kept walking backwards and he followed her, "Well…we don't have work tomorrow." He nodded, "Which means you'd have a whole day to recuperate."
He continued to follow her, still lost, "Liv…"
"If I said…" She reached into her bag, "That Fin gave me something…to try…would you be game to try one too?"
When they got to the corner of the street he stood in front of her, and peered down at the objects in her hands, "Gummy bears?" She didn't move and then it dawned on him, "Edibles?"
"Edibles." She said with a nod, her heart thudding in her chest, "We discussed it before…and you said that you'd maybe be interested if you thought we were gonna be safe about it." She shrugged, "We have tomorrow off and then don't have to be anywhere until late the next day. You can sleep it off if need be." He still didn't respond and she fidgeted slightly, "You can say no…I won't be upset. If it's to weird-"
He cleared his throat and had to admit he was intrigued and before he knew what he was doing he said, "I'm in."
Slipping her hand into his, she pulled back, "You're safe with me Stabler."
But the way she said it made him laugh, "Oh no…I'm definitely not."
"He's smarter than he looks…" She giggled, pulling him towards the parking lot.
Little did either of them know that Casey was watching them from the front of the bar, "I knew it…" She said with a laugh.
Forty minutes later, they were back at his apartment and he was sitting and watching as she ate a piece of pizza and rifled through his records. She was bent over and he knew that she knew what she was doing to him. But she either didn't care or she was testing him. When she finally settled on something she liked, she popped it on and walked back over to him, "I gotta help you with your music collection there buddy…you're not gonna impress a girl with that."
His hand held his knee hard and he shrugged, "And I care why?"
Taking another bite of pizza she laughed, "Because when you bring your next girlfriend back for a romantic night she's not gonna wanna listen to Kacey and the Sunshine band. I can assure you that."
He laughed but only slightly, "That's only one of the records in there…and everyone loves get down tonight."
She threw her head back and snorted, "No. I can promise they don't."
"Fine." He leaned forward and lifted his beer, "I'll try and get a better collection for y-"
He stopped short but she knew what he was going to say. She just ignored it. Reaching forward, she grabbed her bag and put it in her lap, "So…you are okay with this?"
He took a deep breath and looked at her, "It's not any crazier than some of the other stuff we've done."
She pulled her feet up onto the couch and said, "El, I'm serious. You can say no." He didn't move and she shrugged, "I've honestly only done this a handful of times. Just to relax…but it can be fun. When you're smart about it and in a safe environment. But El I mean it…say the word and we never talk about it again."
He looked at the bag in her hands and then up at her, "It's just…"
His voice trailed off and she reached for his hand, "Hey…talk to me. Tell me what you're thinking." He still didn't move and she whispered, "El…you can tell me anything."
Elliot looked down at their joined hands and he wished to God that that were true. Because what he really wanted to tell her was that he loved her. Only her. That he wanted to be with her. That what happened earlier with Noel, even if he was gay really bothered him. That he didn't want to impress any girl with his music selection, other than her.
Instead he took a deep breath and looked at her and said, "I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of you."
Scooting closer to him, she shrugged, "You won't."
"You don't know that." He said with a laugh, "What if I take one of those and turn into a crazy person and scare you off?"
She laughed and touched his cheek, that buzz from earlier filling her body still, "El, I've seen just about every side of you there is." Swinging her leg up and over him, she smiled when his hands settled on her waist, they always did, "And I mean every side." He laughed and squeezed her hips, "But before all this started…I saw the angry side of you…the intense side at work. And that didn't scare me."
He swallowed hard and looked up at her, "It didn't? I always wondered…"
"I'm still here aren't I?" She asked leaning in, she pressed her lips to his neck and sucked gently, "I haven't gone anywhere."
His eyes closed and he pulled her even closer, "But you did…"
She stopped short, her lips hovering over the sensitive spot under his ear. And then she moved slowly, pulling back to look at him, "What?"
He sat back and said it again, "You did. You left." Her eyes were wide and he held her in place, "Twice actually."
Her eyes looked down and her hands fell to her lap, "I didn't…I wasn't…" She looked up at him, "You said we couldn't be partners anymore."
He frowned and shifted on the couch, "I didn't mean-"
"But I came back. And Oregon…" She sighed, "I didn't really have a choice there. But I still…I still came back. And I'm here now."
Licking his lips, he looked up at her and wanted to voice that worry in the back of his head, For how long? Instead he said, "You're here now…"
Taking a breath, she leaned in and kissed him again, rocking her hips, hoping to distract him away from this serious topic, "And I'm straddling you…and we can forget all about the edibles but I think you could have fun. I think…" She bit down hard on his earlobe and whispered, "We could have fun." Nuzzling him closer she whispered, "Don't you like having fun with me?"
His fingers bit into her hips, her shirt rode up and he touched her skin, "You know I do…"
"Okay." She said with a slow nod, "Then…you can trust me. I promise El…" Holding his face between her hands she smiled, "What happens here…stays here between us. You're safe." He gave her a look and she laughed, "Relatively safe…"
He sighed and rested his head back against the couch, "No one can ever know about this."
"They won't. I promise." She leaned in and he didn't notice that she was doing something because his eyes were closing again but when she kissed him, he felt something in her mouth that was quickly in his, something soft and chewy.
When he pulled back his eyes were wide, "Did you just…"
She laughed and nodded, "Give you your first edible with my mouth?" Popping her own in her mouth she nodded, "Yup."
He chewed it slowly and swallowed, "Why was that so fucking hot to me?"
She laughed and shrugged, rocking her hips against him, "The shock…the excitement…the rush…that's why."
He moved to pull her close again but she swung her leg over his again and fell beside him, "Where are you going?"
She shrugged and reached for another slice of pizza, "It's gonna take awhile to kick in. And I'm still a little hungry…but make me save some. We're gonna want it later." She said with a laugh.
He was already hard as hell and she was sitting far away from him, "So you're telling me…I gotta wait for the sex?"
She laughed and propped her feet up on the coffee table, "Yes Elliot. You're gonna have to wait for the sex." Looking over at him she smirked, "That a problem for you?"
He pursed his lips and shook his head, "No problem at all. Other than I'm gonna have a major case of blue balls in a second…"
She looked down at his lap and smirked, "Aww…" Reaching out she touched his cheek, "Poor baby…" When she leaned in again he thought she'd kiss him again, instead she pulled away, "Do you have parmesan cheese? It would be so good on this pizza right now…"
And then she was gone.
"Yeah. She's gonna kill me." He said with a sigh, "Absolutely kill me."
An hour later, they were both feeling it and she knew it. They had been playing cards to pass the time but he was in a whole new level of happy that she had never seen.
"You're cheating!" He yelled, pointing at her, "You are so cheating!"
"Elliot you can't cheat at this game! It's literally the luck of the draw." She laughed loudly. "You're just a sore loser."
"I am not." He said placing a hand on his heart, "I am NOT a sore loser. Is it hot in here? I feel like it's hot in here."
He stood up and started to pace and she watched him, laughing to herself, "I don't think it's hot…"
"I need water." He said walking towards the kitchen, "My mouth is dry."
She turned to him and nodded, "Grab me one too?"
"Sure." He was rummaging in the fridge when he heard her squeal, "What?"
"I love this song!" She jumped up quickly and stood on the other side of the coffee table, swaying to the music as she sang along, "Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night. And wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight. And who will be her lover?"
He swallowed the water in his mouth and watched her, her hips hypnotizing him. She reached up and threw her hair into a messy ponytail. A few tendrils falling down around her neck as she moved. It was hazy, and his body felt loose. He found himself walking closer to her, like a moth to a flame.
She turned towards him and smiled seductively, "Okay so I take back my earlier statement…you have some good taste in music. Stevie gets it right everytime."
She sighed and turned, her hands sliding over her body, living in this moment. Free. Sexual. Powerful. Intoxicating.
She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
Even when the sky is starless
Elliot licked his lips and dropped the bottles down on the coffee table as he snuck in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She groaned and leaned against him, her ass pressing into him, she could already feel the outline of his cock. She smiled and sang softly to him, "All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind. Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?"
He pulled her even closer, moving with her and his lips found her neck, "Liv…"
She hummed along with the music and pressed back into him, "Feeling good El?"
He took a deep breath and moved her hair to the side, biting down hard on her neck, "Feeling fucking amazing."
She sighed and pushed his hands up under her shirt, "Told you it would be fun."
Gripping her waist he thrust his hips forward and she rolled hers against him, "Liv…"
She hummed low in her throat and looked over at him, "What do you want El?"
He moved her closer to her room, "You know what I want…"
She pulled away and pushed him back, "Nope. I don't."
He looked at her, his body tingling in a way he wasn't used to and he laughed, the kind of laugh he'd never heard from himself before, "You like to tease me don't you…"
She started to pull at the ties on her shirt and walk backwards to her room, "Me? No…never."
He laughed harder and began to unbutton his shirt, "Yeah. I think you do. You've been torturing me for years and I think you know that…" She laughed and he yanked his shirt off of his body, "In fact I think you like it…"
"Mmm…" She flicked the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper, her hands falling on her hips, easing them down over her thighs so slowly he thought he was going to cry, "Maybe just a little…"
He stood in front of her, and laughed, "I was right."
She looked up at him and whispered "About what? Me liking to torture you?"
"Well that…yeah." He said and licked his lips "But I knew you were wearing a thong under those jeans…"
She laughed and put one foot up on the bed, feeling bolder by the second, "You did huh? How'd you know that?"
He saw her pull herself up so she was standing on the bed, her waist level with his lips. He leaned forward and kissed the spot just above the line of her thong, "Because I know you Olivia Benson."
She inhaled, sucking in her stomach, her hands resting on his shoulders, "Oh yeah?"
He kissed his way across her hip, reaching for the black string and began to pull it down with his teeth, "I know you better than anyone in this world Olivia. And you know it."
She swallowed hard and dug her fingers into his shoulders, "That's a scary thought…"
She was so lost in thought she didn't realize he had turned her, she was still standing but he was pulling her thong down. Still with only his teeth and her legs parted, making it fall to the mattress below her. "Doesn't have to be scary…I'd say you know me better than anyone ever has too."
His tongue moved up and over her left cheek and she knew in a second he would have her dripping, "El…"
His hands moved up and he gripped her hard, "You wanna know what I want tonight Liv? What I want to try?"
She was breathing so hard now she thought she was going to pass out, "Wh-what do you want Elliot?"
He bit down hard on her hip and he knew he'd probably leave a mark, "I want to bend you over…and fuck you so hard that you can't move for days."
Her mouth hung open and she looked down at him, "We haven't…"
"No. We haven't." He said with a wicked gleam in his eyes, "I wanted to save it because it's all I've thought about for years. Bending you over my desk, the table in the interrogation room…fuck anywhere."
His tongue slid over her again and between the line of her ass towards her pussy, "Oh my God…"
"So…" He reached up and unclasped her bra, "You game there Ms. Benson? I need to hear you say yes. You know I do."
She whimpered softly and her knees buckled, "Dear God yes…"
She too had been waiting for this, her favorite position and he growled, "On your knees."
Moving forward on the bed, she slowly bent down, she could feel her arousal pooling between her legs, already dripping down her thighs, "What has gotten into you?"
He laughed and yanked his jeans down his legs, "A little green gummy bear that came from your mouth…"
She laughed and whispered, "Oh. Right."
Crawling up behind her on the bed, he sat behind her, rocking his cock against her and he could feel her arousal, "Someone's excited…"
Her hands fell forward and she traced them on his pillow, "Not even gonna deny it El…I can't deny it."
He smiled and bit down hard on her ear, "So you've thought about it too?"
She leaned forward slightly and sighed, panting slightly as he rocked his cock against her, "Interrogation room…"
He smiled wickedly and pressed his hand into her upper back and pushed her down slowly, "Tell me more…"
She whimpered and pressed her palms into the white pillows in front of her, "You….when you roll your sleeves up and go in on a perp." She growled and he pushed her further down, "I want you to throw me down and fuck me so hard that we leave marks on the floor from that stupid metal table."
"Well why didn't you say so?" He asked, kissing his way down her back, "I'd have been more than happy to oblige Liv."
She gripped the pillow and felt his kisses going lower, "I'll remember that next time." Resting her cheek on the pillow she looked back at him, "What are you doing?"
He laughed and bit her hip, "You think I'm not gonna taste you first? I can feel you. You're dripping. I'm gonna take full advantage of that…told you I was thirsty didn't I?"
She laughed again and it quickly died when his tongue flattened against her bare open pussy, "Oh fuck…"
He laughed, the vibrations sending a shock wave of arousal through her. He pulled her closer, burying his face between her legs, "God I could have this for every damn meal Liv. You have no idea…"
Biting down on her thumb she pushed back against him, "Elliot…you're torturing me."
He laughed again and moved lower, tugging on her clit with his teeth, "Not so nice to be tortured is it Olivia?" She whimpered again and he suddenly felt bold, lifting his hand he smoothed it along her ass and then lifted it, bringing it back down firmly, "I asked a question Olivia."
She jumped slightly, shocked but turned on as all hell, "Mm…it's not nice. I'm sorry Elliot, I won't torture you aymore. I promise."
He smiled and sucked harder, "Oh…..but I love it. I love when you torture me. Don't you dare stop."
She pressed back into him and cried out, "Don't…don't stop Elliot."
He gripped her ass harder, his fingers digging into her heated flesh, "You like when I do this don't you…"
His tongue swirled around her clit again and she whimpered, "Mmm…"
He smiled and smacked her ass again, harder this time, "That's not an answer Liv."
"Yes!" She cried out as his tongue slid up inside of her, "Fuck ! I love when you fuck me with your mouth. Please…please…"
He pushed his tongue upwards again, filling her, tasting everything she had to offer, "Good girl."
She was panting loudly, desperate for release, so turned on she could barely see straight. The only downside to this position was that she couldn't see him. Couldn't see his face pressed into her in the most intimate way. Couldn't see his tongue entering her, fucking her without hesitation. Her eyes shut tight and she pushed back against him as his face shook and he growled, eating her like she was his last meal, "I'm gonna make you come so hard. Do you hear me?"
She bit down harder on her thumb, "Yes. Please…please Elliot."
He slid his tongue back up towards her clit and he tugged on it with his lips as he lifted his fingers and quickly inserted two, pressing them in as far as he could. Her legs started shaking and she pressed her face into the pillows. He pumped his fingers in and out, rotating them slightly while his tongue pressed harder against her clit, "I want to taste you Olivia. You better fucking come. Come."
Her body exploded in a way she'd never quite felt before and she screamed into the fabric below her. But he still didn't stop. He moved his tongue, over and over, licking, biting, not wasting an ounce of her juices. Her body hummed with arousal, need and the high that was still coursing through her veins. Leaning back, she rested her thighs and tried to breathe, "Oh. My. God."
He sighed and kissed his way up and over her ass again, "Mhm…"
She squeezed down hard on the pillows and sat up slowly, "I…I don't…"
He laughed and curled up around her from behind again, "I'm not done with you yet…" He kissed her neck and then sighed, "But if you can't handle it…"
"God please…" She laughed and gripped the headboard in front of him, "Please…I want more."
Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her down towards his cock, she was still soaked and he hissed as the tip of him pushed up inside of her, "You want my cock Olivia? You want me to fuck you into this mattress until you can't stand up?"
"Yes!" She yelled loudly, "Please! Please Elliot!"
He smiled and pressed his hand into her back again, but she held onto the headboard, "God I have wanted to do this for so long."
"So do it." She growled, "Stop talking about it and fucking do it Stabler. Or are you gonna wait another eight years and make us both suffer."
He laughed and slammed into her making her cry out, "Oh no…I'm not waiting." He pulled back and slammed back in again, "You are mine. You are fucking mine."
She arched her back and slammed her ass right back into him, "Fuck Elliot…fuck me."
His hand slid up her back and gripped the base of her ponytail, "Olivia…"
She smiled widely knowing what he wanted, "Do it hard…" She panted, "Don't hold back…"
His mouth hung open and he wrapped his fingers in her hair, pulling her back into him, "Say it Olivia…"
Trying to grasp for air she dropped one of her hands and reached out to play with herself, "Elliot…"
He leaned in, hunched over her as he thrust hard and deep inside of her, "Say it Olivia…"
She didn't need him to explain what he wanted she knew. And she also knew he was right, she was his. She'd never be able to be anyone else's even if he didn't want her someday, "I am yours."
He reached around her, grasping her chest, tugging on her nipple, "Again…"
She felt it building again, and she knew she was in for it tonight. God bless those damn edibles she thought as her fingers swirled around her clit, "I am yours Elliot!"
He tugged harder on her nipple, and he bit down on her shoulder, grunting as he fucked into her with reckless abandon. "Olivia…Fuck…"
She closed her eyes tight and begged, "Please…please…right there. Please Elliot!"
He smiled proudly, "You gonna come again? Did I say you could come again?"
Her mouth fell open and she felt him tug on her ponytail again, "Elliot…I need…I can't…I need…please let me come. Please baby. Please."
That one word on her lips sent him into overdrive and he let go of her hair, gripped her so hard she knew she'd have a mark and thrust harder, "Come."
Her mouth fell open and the sound that erupted from her chest was something that she'd never heard from her own mouth. But her body convulsed around him, humming, aching, feeling the kind of pleasure she'd only heard about. She'd had good sex, great sex, but this was an out of body experience and Dear God she wished it would never end.
He thrust slowly, still not done himself but wanting to give her a moment to breathe. His hands smoothed up and down her back, "That's it Liv…breathe…"
She smiled and rocked against him, her hips jerking as she still came down from her second orgasm, "Breath. Air. I don't know what that means anymore…"
He laughed and leaned forward, thrusting gently, she was still pulsing and it was hard to concentrate, "You okay?"
She took a few steadying breaths and slowly rolled her hips against him, "Is that a rhetorical question?"
He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, "No. Are you okay? Was I too rough? I'm-"
She wrapped her own arms around his and pressed his hands between her thighs, "No. No El…I loved it. I loved it…you feel so fucking good."
He sighed and kissed across her shoulder blades to the base of her neck as he touched her gently, rubbing her sensitive clit and she shivered, "God so do you Olivia…I can't get enough of you."
She felt how hard he still was and she smiled, "I can tell…"
He thrust up into her again, a little deeper, "Do I get to come one of these times or is this just about Olivia?"
She laughed and leaned forward again, "Mmm…I guess we'll have to see." Looking back at him she teased, "You think you've got it in you to make me come again Stabler? I've never come three times in a row…"
"Is that a challenge?" He asked pressing his finger harder against her clit, "Because you know I don't back down to a challenge."
"That's what I'm hoping for." She braced her hands in front of her again, "Don't hold back Elliot…I mean it. Fuck me."
He brought his hand back and slammed it against her, the imprint of his hand visible, "The mouth on you…"
She laughed and pushed back harder, making him fill her fully, "If you're up for it…I'll remind you what else that mouth can do later."
He crashed his hips against hers and started thrusting without hesitation. His hand slid up her back and one rested on the back of her neck, holding her down against the mattress, "You really are gonna-gonna kill me."
Her hand slipped between them again and she smiled, feeling freer and somehow safer than she'd ever felt before. His hips slapped against her ass, the sound bouncing off the walls of the room. The mattress creaking below them, the headboard slamming into the wall. His neighbors were going to hate them and she didn't give a damn. Because Elliot Stabler had her pinned to his mattress, his cock buried so deep between her legs she wasn't sure she'd ever walk again. And Dear God, it was the best feeling she'd ever had and she never wanted it to end.
She felt a bead of sweat drip off of him and hit her spine and she whimpered, "Elliot…Jesus Christ…"
He held her firmly, not sure who he was at this point. He'd never been this intense. If he'd even tried to do this to Kathy she would have lost it. But Olivia wanted it. She was begging him. She was coming, again and again and letting him live out some of his wildest fantasies. And if she for one second thought he could ever touch another woman in his life she didn't know him as well as she thought she did.
One of his hands reached out to cover hers, his fingers threading through hers as he pounded into her, feeling the tightening in his balls, "Oh my God…Fuck Liv…"
Her whole body was shaking, her legs cramping but she could taste it. That kind of orgasm that would leave her speechless and she moved her fingers faster, "Oh…oh God…Yes!"
He bit down on the back of her neck and felt her clamped down around him, so tight that he couldn't breathe. His hips fell back as she spasmed around him and his cock slipped out before he could stop it. His cock strained and suddenly he was coming, hard. And it covered her lower back and ass. She jumped and wiggled laughing, the kind of laugh that told him she was deliriously happy, "Liv…"
She bit down hard on her thumb again and rocked back into him his cock rubbing between her ass cheeks, "Damn El…"
He let out a shaky breath and fell back slightly, "I…don't…I don't know what the hell that was."
She could barely move, her legs giving out and he eased her down onto her belly, "Fucking amazing. That's what that was…"
He looked down at her, her body slack and he sighed, realizing he'd done just what he'd promised. Fuck her until she couldn't walk. He smiled proudly, leaned forward and kissed her cheek, "Be right back."
He smacked her ass and she laughed, her toes wiggling as she lay there, completely spent and satisfied, "Okay…"
Her eyes closed slightly and she sighed happily, trying to come down from this feeling but her body was hot and every part of her was buzzing. A moment later, she felt a warm cloth on her and she smiled, something that would seem so strange after sex to some, uncomfortbale, felt so damn intimate and comfortable. Turning her head, she looked back at him as he cleaned her off. He was suddenly so gentle and it amazed her that he could flip a switch like that, "El?"
He smiled and rubbed continued his movements, running a gentle hand over her back, massaging gently, "Yeah?"
She sighed and whispered, "You know what would be really great?"
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her hip, "What?"
She sighed and slowly rolled onto her back, her body still numb, "That extra pizza…"
He laughed, dropped his head and then crawled over her, leaning down to kiss her gently, "You make me crazy Olivia Benson…"
She smiled sheepishly and shrugged and he sighed and pulled away, kissing his way down the front of her before crawling off the bed. As he walked out of the room, stretching, flexing as he moved, she whispered to herself, "And you make me crazy Elliot Stabler…" Biting down hard on her lip she felt the ache in her chest, "And it's gonna hurt like hell to let you go when you find someone else…"
She gave herself a few moments to breathe, a few moments to compose herself to will herself not to cry. And then she heard him walking into the bedroom again, still completely naked with a plate of pizza in his hand. She took a breath and sat up slowly, reaching for a blanket to cover herself, "Full service place you got here Stabler…"
He stood at the foot of her bed and asked, "Remember that time we interrogated that guy and he talked all about how he liked to balance things on his dick?"
She started to laugh, knowing that he sure as hell was still feeling it, "Uh…yeah. You told him it wasn't possible."
He dropped the plate down and picked up a slice, "Wanna see if he was right all along?"
She laughed harder and reached for a pillow, that sadness for the moment disappearing. Tossing it at him she yelled, "I hate you."
He chuckled and dodged the pillow, climbing up over her and holding out the pizza, "No you don't. Not even a little bit…"
She sighed and took the pizza from him, taking a bite and moaning softly, "You don't know me Stabler…"
He watched her as she ate and he whispered, his tone suddenly changing, "Yeah I do. Better than anyone, remember?"
She chewed softly and nodded, "You're right…" They stared at each other for a moment and then she rolled to the side, "Except…you forgot my extra cheese again. Must be the edibles messing with your head…"
He sighed and fell to his back as he watched her gather the sheet around her and walk towards the bathroom. Her legs wobbled which made him smile but as she walked out of the room he thought, I do know her better than anyone. And I know she's gonna pull away. And it's coming soon…
He lay back on the bed, pressed his hand over his eyes and tried to think of how the hell he was gonna get out of this mess without breaking both of their hearts…
