Olivia's mouth was moving.
Eloquently written words in that damn beautiful and understanding tone she had were flowing naturally from her lips.
The crowd was eating her up; laughing and applauding and awing at every sound that passed from her heart and into the room.
But there was nothing coherent reaching his ears.
In fact, he wasn't quite sure his ears were even working.
Only the voice inside his mind and his eyes.
Fuck
He let out a soft breath and zoned in on the way her mouth moved.
That mouth that had a fresh coat of light pink lipstick on it.
That mouth that had the most beautiful smile; whitest teeth.
That mouth that was inspiring the NYPD and bringing foes, friends, and departments together against the ultimate sin: crimes against children.
That mouth that had wrapped around his cock before they'd left her apartment.
That mouth that had swallowed all of his cum and fuck... he was getting hard again.
Cool it, Stabler.
He knew she noticed when she paused a half second too long during a planned pause.
She's rehearsed with him about 50 times, and he swore he could recite the speech himself.
But god damn… watching her up there? Commanding the room and looking like a goddess?
One more paragraph and I'm dragging her to the nearest anything.
Awe inspiring.
He was so proud of her, and the second "thank you" left her mouth, he became the first to begin clapping wildly.
She took an award from the commissioner and he discreetly adjusted himself while she posed for photos.
When she motioned for him, he gleefully took his rightful place beside her, shoving a hand in his pocket and smiling when she took hold of his arm.
Her smell was intoxicating and distracting, but he smiled away for the camera as filthy thoughts entered his brain.
Face first between that woman's legs. That's where I need to be.
Without thinking, he looked down at her lovingly as the photographer continued to click away, eventually leaning into her ear.
"I'm so proud of you, Olivia," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple that made the photographers and the people around them ooh and awe.
She looked up at him and smiled small, leaning to peck his lips.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you," he smiled, nuzzling her nose and then slipping towards the right to find her ear that was facing away from everyone.
"The things I'm going to do to you tonight," he whispered.
By some miracle, she was able to force a smile on her face and looked up at him, winking.
"Give me a preview."
Fuck.
The photographers and crowd disappeared and he smiled down at her, eyes squinted and tongue slipping through his lips.
"Meet me in the bathroom upstairs… the single by Donnelly's old chambers. Five minutes."
"Yes, sir," she said, voice husky and dripping with arousal.
Yes.