She pushed her hair to the side so they fell over her right shoulder, still wet from the shower she just took. She had a bottle of moisturizer in her hand, but before she could squeeze some onto her palm and then onto her skin, Elliot appeared in the doorway. He was only wearing his grey sweatpants, which looked sexy on him, and Olivia sure appreciated having a full view of his muscled chest and abdomen, the same one she loved to trace with her fingers at nights. Noah was in a dance camp, which meant Elliot had conveniently been staying at her place to take advantage of the empty apartment.
"How was your shower?" he asked.
"Refreshing," she replied.
He smiled, and walked up to where she was sitting on the foot of the bed on her side. He placed his fingers underneath his jaw and guided it up, while he bent down and met her in a soft kiss.
"You look good," he said.
"You're only saying that because I'm only wearing a towel," she deadpanned, calling him out for subtly ogling her. Well, he wasn't really ogling – he was more appreciating the view of her in front of him – and it's not like she minded.
"You look good in anything," he spoke and kissed her again.
Olivia hummed as a reply.
"You gonna take one too?" she asked changing the topic.
He shrugged his shoulders, "I was hoping to catch the one you were having," he said with a shrug of his shoulder. "Shower somehow always feels better with you," he added and his mouth curved into a smile.
"Does it now?" she challenged him and raised an eyebrow.
Elliot nodded. He removed his hand from her jaw and just looked at her with a small smile and eyes full of adoration. "Yeah, it saves water and all. My favorite showers are with you," he said softly.
"And mine are with you," she agreed.
Elliot smiled.
He moved around the bed, while Olivia squeezed some moisturizer onto her right hand and started rubbing it into her skin over her left shoulder and arm. She was not prepared for it, when Elliot climbed into the bed and sat down behind her. Her back was firmly against his chest and his legs came around her, his heels digging into her calves.
He wrapped his right muscled hand around her shoulders, his fingers closing around her left arm and the other hand went around her waist over the towel she had wrapped around herself.
She placed the moisturizer on the bed beside him, and covered his arms with hers, holding onto the heavily muscled arms which were capable of beating a perp within an inch of their life, but the same arms were also so gentle around her and offered her safety nothing else could compare.
Elliot lowered his head so it reached her shoulder and kissed her neck softly, Olivia lifted her shoulder involuntarily for she was not yet totally used to having him around like this. She wasn't used to seeing him shirtless in her bedroom, have him wrap his arms around her and feel his lips explore her body. She was still finding it strange to wake up with his arms around her and his chest pressed into her back, or her head on his chest and his arms lazily around her waist. She'd been alone for long enough not to be used to having another person in her space. Whereas Olivia wanted to share her space with him, she didn't always know how to.
Elliot kissed her at where her neck met her shoulder, he tightened his arms around her and anchored her into him.
"El, what are you doing?" she asked.
"I missed you," he replied into her skin.
Olivia hummed while Elliot was kissing his way to her exposed shoulder and then back to her neck.
"It was a very long day, we were two steps behind them all day and it feels like all of our work was for nothing. Right now, I just need you to make this day better," he elaborated.
"El, I'm not sure if I can make this better, I wish I could," she said with compassion and turned her head towards him.
He removed his lips from her shoulder to kiss her lips.
"You're already doing it," he assured her.
She leaned over to kiss him again.
"I'm glad to be of help, detective," she said with a smirk.
"Captain," he replied.
"Tell me what you need from me, El," she encouraged him.
Elliot moved his legs around her, he rested his heels on her thighs and held her tight.
"Just be here with me," he asked.
"Not going anywhere," she replied, not that he would let her go anywhere with this strong grip anchoring her to him.
Elliot hummed into her skin, while his lips moved on her neck, writing a novella on her skin with his tongue and soothing her shoulder with massaging notions of his fingers, that he was not even consciously aware of.
His other hand released her waist and moved lower until he reached the hem of her towel and managed to move his fingers against her bare thighs, the tips of his fingers reaching her inner thighs.
She gasped.
"Hmm… This okay?" he asked in a low voice. He removed his lips from her neck and pecked her cheek instead.
She turned her head towards him, moved her arm to the back of his head and caressed his mostly bold head. "Yeah," she replied and leaned into him for a passionate kiss.
Elliot's fingers were already in between her thighs and she spread her legs as much as she could with his legs wrapped around her to grant him better access.
He welcomed the change and ran his fingers over her clit, through her folds and back to her clit. She shivered at the touch, but he kept her rather still with his body wrapped around her. He teased her opening with his fingers, but then moved away from it back to her clit, where he started massaging her softly. He had no intention of getting her over the edge as soon as possible, he wanted to stretch it out and keep her high as long as possible. There was no rush.
She gasped again and threw her head back onto his shoulder. Elliot however saw an opening as that exposed her neck even further for him and latched onto her skin to finish off the novella he started writing before. He released the arm that had been around her shoulders, he lowered it to her waist, bypassing her breasts to feel her abdominal muscles contract and then loosen irregularly. His head fell lower until he reached the valley in between her chest and the edge of her towel.
She smelt like the orchid shower gel she favored – the same one he had bought a few weeks ago to place it next to his menthol one in his shower to be prepared for when she comes over – and it was slowly becoming one of his favorite scents.
He moved his had to the side and reached the upper side of her left breast sticking out from the towel and planted a kiss there.
"You okay?" he asked huskily.
"Mmm… I'm good," she replied without opening her eyes.
He proceeded to suck her skin and even use his teeth on the same spot he kissed before to leave a red mark behind on her skin, so she had something to remember him by. He made sure it was in a place only he could see.
Her abdominal muscles contracted again and she moved upwards involuntarily. He kept her in place with his right hand around her abdomen. "I'm good too," he mumbled. Then moved his hand away from her clit and licked his fingers clean. He moved his right hand between her legs instead and replaced his less skilled and weaker hand with the dominant hand in charge of bringing her pleasure, when he sensed that she was getting closer. The left one moved back to around her waist, his palm feeling the way her abdomen was contracting at his movements. "I'm so good, babe," he added.
She covered his left hand with her right, she wrapped her fingers around the muscles on his forearm, held him tighter the same time her whole body tensed and then let go again.
"I think you might be the best stress relief I've tried," he commented.
She opened her eyes, lifted her head and glanced at him. "This is to relieve your stress?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Yeah, it's pacifying," he replied easily.
She squirmed again, when he hit her in the right spot and her head fell back into his shoulder. He chuckled and pressed his lips against her cheek.
His fingers backed away slightly and she opened her eyes again to meet his already looking for hers. "You can use me for stress relief – oh – " she started, but was cut off, when his fingers ran directly over her most sensitive spot. " – any time – God, Elliot – you want," she finished.
He smiled proudly, his fingers continued rubbing her clit, now having the intent of bring her close to a release not just casually stoking her. And her head fell back onto her shoulder and she leaned fully into him.
"I'll hold you to it," he promised.
"What?" she asked.
"Using you as a stress relief any time I want," he clarified.
"Sure – right there, El – yeah, anytime," she replied, with heavy breaths.
"You gonna come for me?"
"Yeah – just keep doing this," she panted.
Elliot chuckled, but kept the movement of his fingers steady as she requested. It didn't take a long until her long forgotten hand on the back of his head pulled him closer, her fingers closed around his left forearm and her body started shaking. She came with a loud exhale and a ghost of a whisper of his name on her lips. He kissed her upper chest where her hand had pushed his head, then fought against her hold and went for her lips instead. For Olivia's eyes were pressed shut, she didn't see his lips coming and was taken back by it.
He waited until she moved her fingers over his to push him away, and then he waited patiently until she opened her eyes and her body became steadier again, it had gone limb with her orgasm. She turned to him with a smile playing on her lips.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Elliot was grinning, he kissed the corner of her mouth. "Anytime, Captain," he replied while teasing her about her rank. He had realized that it was something he enjoyed doing, behind the teasing he was proud of her rise through the ranks and he would do anything to keep her reputation intact and help her reach for the next promotion – whatever she wanted.
"Detective," she replied.
He nuzzled her cheek and neck, breathing in the scent of her shower gel. He held her in his arms, safe from the rest of the world, he wanted to create a safe haven for her in his arms, where the worries of the world would disappear, where she felt safe enough to put down her armor and break free of all the constraints she set on herself. He wanted her to be the truest version of herself – no façade, no masks, no walls between them.
And just as casually as he had sat down on the bed behind her merely 15 minutes earlier, he removed his arms from around her, untangled his legs from hers and got up from the bed and taking the body heat he'd supplied her with.
She fully opened her eyes and followed his movements while furrowing her brow in confusion. He took his phone from the bedside and started scrolling through the news of the day, emails from work and the texts from his kids. He didn't speak, he barely seemed to acknowledge Olivia's presence in the room – even less the fact that he just gave her an orgasm and his fingers were still covered in her wetness.
"El?" she asked finally when she couldn't figure him out. It was very unlike Elliot to give her an orgasm and then just leave her and ignore her.
He hummed to indicate that he was listening.
"What's happening?" she asked.
Elliot didn't lift his eyes from his phone, but he smiled to himself. "Dickie just sent me this police joke. It's quite funny, listen to this – a cop and prisoner walk into…"
Olivia didn't let him finish. "Elliot," she said firmly in her captain voice – demanding and commanding.
Elliot dropped his phone, furrowed his brow and looked at Olivia, who was still sitting the way she had before, except her legs remained parted and her curls were in his point of view. He wasn't sure she realized just how distracting she was.
"Yeah?" he asked, he sounded confused.
"Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Yeah." He smiled at her and stood right in front of her again and grinned goofily while looking down at her.
"You sure?" she continued.
Elliot nodded. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.
"I'm great," he confirmed.
She pursed her lips, but remained quiet while she tried to figure out how to approach the fact that he just gave her an orgasm and then walked away like nothing had happened, before she could return the favor or even properly thank him.
Elliot seemed to read her mind, some days she was certain he actually had some telepathic powers and he could read every thought in her head like an open book. "Babe, I don't expect anything from you, remember you're helping me relieve some stress," he spoke and smiled lovingly.
"Did it work?" she asked.
Elliot nodded and gave her a half smile. "Yeah." She looked only half convinced to him, so he leaned his head down, gave her a quick kiss on the lips and sat down on the bed beside her. "All day today we were two steps behind out suspect and despite our best efforts, it feels like we accomplished nothing," he admitted with a sigh. "You made me feel like I completed something, like my work wasn't for nothing."
She leaned into him and instantly felt his arm circling her and eventually resting on her hip. "It certainly wasn't for nothing," she confirmed.
"I can go again, if you want to," he offered politely and looked down at her. He licked his lips at the thought of throwing that towel on the floor and having her in the bed underneath him. "I thought you might need a minute first," he added a bit shily.
"You're right, I needed a minute," she confirmed.
She stood up from the bed and moved over to her closet, where she proceeded to pull out the slacks and shirt she was gonna wear the next day, her blazer was already waiting by the chair. She threw a pair of black panties and matching bra on top of the clothes, looked over them, once she was satisfied with the choice of clothes, she closed her wardrobe doors.
When she turned around however, she came face to face with Elliot.
"You're so sexy," he said, his arms were already on her hips, and his lips covered hers before she could get a word out. He pushed her further onto the wooden closet door, until there was no room between them.
Just as he moved to guide her leg around his, she pressed against his chest and groaned into the kiss.
"Liv?"
He instantly stopped all of his actions. Elliot looked concerned. He'd barely done anything to cause her discomfort, or at least so he thought.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He created some distance in between them, so their bodies were touching, but just barely.
"Your chest is so hard, it's like a brick wall," she explained.
He furrowed his brow and looked down at his bare chest. He was under the assumption that having a muscular chest was a good thing. And she had been repeatedly admiring his chest and abdominal muscles.
"Yeah..?" he hesitated.
"It's like I'm literally between a rock" – she hit his chest gently – "and a hard place." And she knocked against the wood of her closet door.
Elliot was still confused, but he ran his palm down his chest, feeling the same ridges and valleys she kept tracing and felt nothing but pride for his gym gains.
"Do you want me to stop going to the gym?" he asked
She shook her head. "Your body, your choice." She touched his chest gently and followed the actions of his palm before by running her hand down to the waistband of his sweats and then back up pecs. "El, I like the way you look and I appreciate all of your efforts in the gym."
Elliot smiled goofily with pride.
"I like the way you look too," he replied while looking her up and down with hungry eyes.
Olivia offered him a weak smile.
Elliot moved closer to her again, but only gently pressed his chest into hers and kissed her again.
"If I promise to go easier on you, can I take you to bed and have you in between a rock and a softer place," he asked with a tilt of his head and a boyish grin.
Olivia smiled, hit his chest playfully, then walked past him and undid the towel she had around her so it fell to the floor in front of the bed. She climbed onto the bed and waited for him on her back, leaning on her elbows behind her and one leg bent over the knee. "Come here my brick wall," she invited him teasingly, while lying on her bed naked.
Elliot laughed, and eagerly followed her invitation, he dropped his sweats and boxer briefs next to her towel. He climbed on top of her eagerly.
"Is that my new nickname? Brick wall?"
"Maybe. Or a rock. Whichever one you prefer."
"You can call me whatever you want."
He grinned, kissed her cheek and pressed his semi-erect penis in between her legs and made a few attempts to playfully dry hump her.
"Elliot," she whined.
"Yeah, baby, you can call me that," he teased her further by giving her an affectionate name he knew she didn't approve of while they were fully dressed and in the proximity of another person. This time however, she let it slide – or so he thought.
"Make love to me, baby," she said seductively.
And Elliot found himself suddenly liking the way it sounded. He wouldn't mind Olivia calling him that in the bedroom, or around their kids, or in front of her squad, or in front of his squad – or even in the presence of McGrath.
"As you wish, baby."
And as he grinned, she laughed at the muscled fool in her bed on top of her and realized that she didn't mind the affectionate name half as much as she did before.