Six Months Later:
"Are you checking out my cock?" He asked her, making eye contact with her in the full length mirror in her bedroom.
"Are you free balling?"
Elliot scoffed lightly and then shrugged, turning. "Maybe. Can you see it?"
"Mhmmmm," Liv mused, approaching him slowly and tracing the outline of his semi erect head with a feather touch.
"You're my date to a gala with the entire NYPD where I'm a key note. It's our first and very long awaited public appearance and you're... free balling?"
"Yes," he said, dropping his head to the padded shoulder of her mustard yellow jacket as her touched became firmer and his semi grew to fully erect.
"In my defense, you're wearing a bright yellow pantsuit that makes your curves even curvier and heels that make your legs look even longer."
"You should see me in just the heels, Detective," she hissed into his ear, smirking when her words triggered an increase in his breathing.
"Olivia Benson," he mumbled, moaning when she slipped her hand down his slacks and gripped him tightly.
"What's wrong, Detective?"
He was panting now, hard and fast, as the movements of her hand on his thick member matched his breaths.
"Liv…" he warned.
"Captain," she corrected.
He could only moan in response while the skin on his cock grew taught and his balls tightened.
"Detective?"
Her voice was husky and commanding.
Directing more than questioning.
Reminding him of their vast rank discrepancy and the power she had over him, both inside and outside of the bedroom.
"Captain," he said breathlessly through a moan.
"Just come," she whispered.