"Baby I look absurd," he whined when she emerged from the bathroom in a stunner dress.
Looking more closely at his, his jaw dropped. "Is that…" he trailed off.
Fuck.
"From the swing set? Mhm," she smirked, putting her earrings in and looking down at the bulge in his pants.
"Looks sexy," she winked, taking a step towards him and kissing the corner of his mouth.
He watched helplessly as she looked through her lipstick, finally choosing a color.
"Like this one?"
Gonna look great on my cock tonight.
He could only nod, and she saw his cock twitch.
"Hmmm gonna look really good on your cock later," she winked.
Fuck.
"Benson so help me God," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning as she bent over the counter to apply her lipstick.
"You'll be fine," she mused, blotting and then pursing her lips before standing. "Now come on, we've got dinner."
She licked her lips in anticipation as she skimmed over the menu. The pair was huddled together in a circular booth that was tucked in the back corner of the restaurant.
"I think we should start with the oysters.. what do you think?" She asked him causally, slipping off her heel and running her foot up the inside of his calf.
Stop whining. Don't be a little bitch, Stabler.
"Don't do this to me," he pleaded and she smiled small, biting her lip and leaning over to kiss his jaw softly.
Way to hold your resolve, asshole.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "You'll have your turn later. I'll be all yours," she winked, looking towards the waiter when he walked up.
"What can I start you two off with?" He asked with a bright smile.
Yes I'd like one order of Captain Benson on her knees.
Liv, ever stoic, smiled warmly and confidently. "We'll have two glasses of wine, oysters, and some bread," she nodded.
"Great choices, have you got any idea on what you'd like to order for your main course?"
Making an exaggerated thinking movement, she turned to Elliot and placed a hand on his chest. "Baby, I thought we could share the surf and turf… and then take something to go for the room," she whispered into his ear and he nodded robotically.
"S-surf and turf for the table and two orders of the fettuccine for the room," he nodded quickly.
"Oh, and chocolate cake," Liv added with a smile, resting her head on Elliot's shoulder.
"Coming right up, Mr. and Mrs…." He trailed off.
"Stabler," she smiled nodding. "Thank you."
Well now I just wanna make love to her
Once the waiter was out of earshot, Elliot looked towards her with a stupid grin. "Really?"
"One day," she smiled, shaking her head and leaning up to kiss him. "But for now," she smiled, each of them taking the wine that had just been set down.
"To us," he whispered, turning slightly to face her better, his hard cock twitching and throbbing noticeably in his slacks.
"To us," she affirmed, clinking their glasses and taking a sip.
When he set his down, she set turned the vibrator back on, acting casual when the waiter set down their oysters.
Don't do it.
"Thank you," she smiled, lifting one up and making a show of maintaining eye contact and slurping it down, before stealthily reaching into the pocket of her dress to switch on the vibrator.
A tinge of red crept slowly up his face from his neck, and his tongue poked through his lips as he watched her swallow down a second oyster with a soft moan.
"Try one," she said, holding it up to his lips, feeding it to him as his hips bucked inconspicuously under the table.
She shut off the vibrator again, leaving him panting and his pulse visibly throbbing.
He'd had enough… more than enough, and grasped her bicep firmly, but not harsh, leaning over with a sly smile on his face.
Okay, she's had her fun.. this is my fucking show
His lips were centimeters from her ear and his voice was low and gravely.
"Keep having your fun, Captain," he growled, his tone and the heat radiating from him making her body go slack. "And enjoy your dinner… because the minute we get back in that room, you're mine. I'm in charge."
She looked up at him through heavy and lust filled eyes, smirking lightly at his sudden domineering presence.
"Yeah?" She drawled, smirking. "What are you gonna do, Detective?"
Where's that fucking waiter
He thought a moment, before forcing his mind into a state of calm, and sat back casually, draping an arm around her shoulder and leaning close to her ear.
"Ruin you."