Moon dance
Alternative take on the dance that never was. Written before the finale and forgot I had done it. Enjoy :)
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She hates that she feels relief when her handsome and eloquent date excuses himself. He has to leave due to a personal matter that has bled over into work. He has to handle it and apologizes before kissing her on the cheek.
Maybe divine intervention, maybe the universe pushing her in another direction- right into the path she was deliberately fighting against.
He's been watching her all night long. During the ceremony, during the dinner and now that the plates have cleared and lights are lowered, the party has moved outside and he notices the empty seat next to hers after the rest of her table went to the bar or dance floor.
It's then when she is looking down into her purse to check her phone is when he makes his move.
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She can't help but raise her brow to this. Elliot with two hands full of drinks, four small plastic clear cups between his fingers.
"Whisky sours..." he smirks and puts two down in front of her before chugging one of his own and moving the head other in front of the idle seat space beside hers.
He doesn't ask, he doesn't care either he's just glad she's here alone now and he doesn't have to pretend. He's also glad he has the alcohol and the loud music to rely on to take the pressure off, also he thinks it might distract others, if it rather when Olivia decides to throw her drink in his face.
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A couple drinks at the empty table turns into the two former partners going shot for shot at the bar.
She's the one that ends up calling out for tequila, while he had started her off light and easy. He orders limoncello. It's sweet, a little too sour for her liking but makes her warm and fuzzy.
He keeps inching closer and closer to her at the bar the louder the music gets.
By the time she hands him a tequila shot his hand is on the small of her back pulling her back towards him when she stumbles forward to reach for another drink handed to her by Kat and her date on the other end of the bar.
She smiles at them waving as they dance and point to her and Elliot.
They could talk right now because there's a lot between them but they could also let it be just for one night.
They could use this time outside of work, outside of their families to just be in the moment of celebration and fun, so that's what she decides on.
He can't stop smiling at her. The delicate way her hair is pinned softly away from her face but cascading down her shoulders to the blush in her cheeks.
He can't stop looking down at her full glossy lips. The way she has to lick them after every shot is too easy of a driving force between the next and last round.
"If I knew any better I'd say you are trying to get me drunk, Stabler" she smiles as she sips at the cranberry vodka she settles on
It's been a long time since she's drank or partied of any sort. For it to be with him is something entirely else that shocks her.
"Trying? I'd say I'm already halfway there.." he smiles, she swats at his arm and he looks down at her hand holding his biceps.
His jacket long gone and draped over the back of her chair. Sleeves are rolled up, buttons undone at the top of his shirt, his watch glistening - he knows exactly what he is doing to her she is starting to think.
"What do you think everyone is saying right now?" She whispers into his ear when he leans against her wedging her against the bar and his body.
"Told you so" He whispers into her ear as he holds onto her hand not giving a single fuck who sees this.
If her date was serious he would have stuck around and it's his fault for not being here. Not when Elliot was there.
It wouldn't have mattered anyway. One minute alone with her in the bathroom hallway, sitting across from her six tables away, it didn't matter. They would have gravitated towards each other somehow but maybe not like this.
The blatant flirting. The touching and whispering. She knows what this is.
It might have been a long time but she remembers this all so well when she was single and dating.
It was just never a feeling she truly ever experienced with him.
Yet.
He wants to sleep with her.
He likes her and wants to hook up with her and is trying to be sweet and flirty and it's working.
Maybe the fact that it's Elliot is what really does it for her. Or the fact that they have never done this. He's never been so obvious.
She's drunk and happy and the buzz is just good enough where they are on the same page. She can see it in his eyes too and in the loose grin behind his smile.
"It was a bad idea seating us apart tonight," he whispers hotly in her ear as he wraps his arm around her waist.
"What? Why?"
"I could stare at you all night from across the room. You look beautiful. You always did. I mean..you always do," she doesn't know where to look so she looks down at the waves near the shoreline they are facing.
"So you got to tell me if your...date earlier is someone I got to worry about..." He looks shy now.
He doesn't seem drunk and she really doesn't know if she is either anymore.
This doesn't stop getting shocking. The blatantly honesty about his feelings for her is new.
It shakes her and pisses her off because of all the changes in him why was this the most pronounced but she loves it.
She craved it so many years ago and had to stop out of her own self preservation. But he's here now. Flirting and staring at her lips and holding her hip.
She doesn't say anything about Edgar. It's none of his business as is Elliot none of Edgar's.
Also Elliot damn well knows he has nothing to worry about. Like he - she is absolutely fucked. This is it for the both of them and the realization of all that comes with that is looming over them.
It's about to change their friendship. This is the tipping point and she wants it to boil over now. It's been long enough.
"You know I never pegged you for a big softie but now that you are back...it's all I see, what's the deal with that, huh?" She smirks at him, instantly lighting the mood, elevating the pressure of what she can feel are those three words again on the tip of his tongue.
Tonight's not the night for that.
Not with how much they've had to drink and the party just starting.
"So I guess asking you to dance would be too much then, huh?" He smiles as he leans back and crosses his arms across his broad chest.
Jesus, he looks fucking huge she thinks to herself.
Trying to pull her eyes from his neck, the darkened skin of his chest peaking out of the button up shirt pulled across his frame.
She says nothing but takes the last swig of her drink and holds his hand, much like she did outside of his office a few weeks back and had smirked at him and swayed her hips in-front of him when she walked away knowing his eyes would be on her.
This time is no different he can't help but look. He hopes fin is occupied enough to just look away instead of yet again calling his sorry ass out, as he would say.
She looks stunning in the fitted floral dress that barely hits her knees. It puffs out but is tight at her waist and across her bust.
Just as she leads him to the dance floor the soft, jazz stops playing and a r song comes on with a loud bass line starts blaring.
He goes to guide her back to the table but she stops. She holds his hand but is unwavering.
She's not moving and she's not letting go of his hand either.
She's smiling at him through her thick dark lashes.
She wants to dance.
Like dance, dance he thinks.
They've had enough to drink where he thinks he will be okay at this but he doesn't have much time to choreograph any further in his head when Olivia puts her hands on his shoulders and moves up close against him.
Her hips are moving to the music and right up against his.
Her lips are moving and she flips her hair over and smooths her hands down his chest as she smiles.
How the fuck does she know the words to this shit?
Fin looks over and is laughing with Phoebe cheering on but it's Olivia in her own world for him.
The happy couple get pulled away by other guests before having a chance to say or do anything else and he's relieved.
Olivia is happy and continues moving her hips purposefully to the rhythm and it is sexy as hell.
He wedges his leg in between her thigh and pulls her close to him right up against his body.
There's not an inch between their bodies now and he is as hard as a rock. She has to know it now.
He puts his flattened palm low enough that his fingertips graze the roundness at the top of her ass.
Olivia is riding his thigh as she tosses her head back and smiles up at the sky. She bursts out laughing in his face and he spins her around but she doesn't turn back around.
She stays with her back against his as one song fades into the next.
It's then he feels her dip infront of him and push her ass directly and purposefully into his crotch. She's gyrating slowly and clearly does not give a fuck who sees.
Doesn't seem like she cares too much that he's hard now either as she looks over her shoulder and smiles at him.
She's drunk.
She's happy and she's a really, really good dancer he's learning.
He can barely keep up with her because she keeps rubbing her body with so much rhythm up against his and he's just useless trying not to combust in every sense of the word.
She is moving against him with purpose, her body guiding his. He is holding her by her hips before she turns around fast with a smile just as the song ends.
"Come home with me..." he whispers in her ear.
Enough's enough.
This takes the smug grin off her face pretty fast, just as fast as the song switches he thinks.
"A little soon?" She smiles back at him, he can see she wants to go home with him too. She's going to spend the night with him, her partner - former partner.
"It's been over 20 years, I'm not sure how much more I can wait..." he groans as she takes his hand and is totally oblivious to the stares they've been collecting.
"This doesn't mean we are sleeping together," she whispers into his ear before he grabs her coat and jacket off the chair.
"No one is doing any sleeping tonight" he grins. Cheesy. She likes it.
"I'm being serious, El.."
He takes her hand as they walk out of the busy venue and out to the street front to catch a cab. She feels like she is floating when they get into the back of a vacant town car.
"So was I," he's serious now and he knows she wants this like he does. He's just surprisingly the one to to try and make light of it. To be playful and flirtatious with her. It's not dramatic or complicated at all.
He's a sexy handsome man that wants to eat her alive and has the body meant for destroying hers.
It makes her the tips of her breasts tingle and a jolt of pleasure throb in between her legs when she thinks of how simple it all boils down to in this moment as she watches him pay the driver and reach out for her hand as he opens the door.
He wants to sleep with her, and he wants her in the same way she really wants him. The way she has wanted him for far longer than she can ever actually admit.
The elevator ride up is nearly silent. His eyes aren't leaving her body as he stands across from her, leaning up against the wall adjacent to her.
She can't even begin to imagine the things he wants to do to her and it's only then does she contemplate if she will be able to handle this, to handle him in the darkness with no limits.
No clothing, no more work, no barriers between them anymore. Every wall needs to come crumbling down for them to rebuild something new she tells herself as she lets him walk her into his apartment.
Much to her surprise he slowly reaches for her soft silk red belt to untie the bow at her waist.
His slowness and tenderness kills her inside. It's the total opposite to all she's ever expected from him.
His hands are shaking, she can tell he's trying to restrain himself when he goes to touch the back of her neck to unzip her from her dress.
He unzips her in the darkness before turning her around and walking her to his bedroom.
The open curtain leaves the moonlight casting down on her body when he gets to unzip her all the way. It's then when he has her dress held up over her chest, just off her shoulders that he loses himself in her.
The taste of her the feel of her the shape of her body, he can't believe any of this. He can't believe
When he lays her back on the bed in her black lace panties and bra he removes his shirt and starts to open his belt as he looks down at her body.
He pushes down his pants with his boxers shortly after making her neck and face warm up. He is already so thick and hard, her core clenches at the idea of his body inside of hers.
Releasing inside of hers. That this is okay for them to do.
They aren't hurting anyone by doing this.
"I just want to make you feel good.." he whispers as if he's in her head and sharing those same thoughts. "That's all..." he kisses.
It's her eyes on his in the dark through the buzz, through the haze dissipating in the reality of how sobering it is what they are about to do that has her seeing him across the desk from her.
It's Elliot telling her he loves her in his most weakened state but it disappears into the Elliot that knows her now.
He's turned on, he has his eyes and body set on hers.
Now he needs to know what the inside of her body feels like.
He buries himself in one solid long slide and it makes her breath catch in her throat. How long it's been, how long the idea of him like this first unexpectedly infiltrated her most private moments and thoughts.
He kisses her softly and slowly and goes up on his elbows as he cradles her face. She still has her bra on when he goes to pull off of her before he bends her at the knees to angle himself inside her so very deeply.
She stops and unsnaps it freeing herself from the lace and wire before he has a chance to shove himself back inside of her.
He's looking down at her completely bare now.
Nothing on but her necklace and nail polish.
It's that look of her smirking, coyly taking in his thick size and her own wetness she coated him with that sends him driving forward.
He won't last like this and he knows it. Not with her bare in front of him wide open and quivering under his touch.
He has her knees bent and is holding on to her ankles, filling her, fucking her- he's making her eyes roll back.
It's not the soft gentle swaying of two bodies anymore. She figured it would only last so long. He keeps trying to suck on her nipples but the force of his thrusting keeps popping her out of his mouth.
His hips are moving faster and faster as he goes to pump himself inside of her with force, it causes her turn her face to the side and try and hold on to her pillow.
It's hard and rough and it's exactly, to a tee how she likes it. He knows it he has to or he is just really good at fucking she thinks to herself.
It's his tongue in her mouth and his hands holding her ass from underneath as he plunges inside of her again and again. His body falls limp on top of hers after he explodes inside of her.
She feels herself starting to come undone just seconds too late, it was all so much and Elliot sees this. Without thinking or waiting a second he pulls out of her and drops down to bury his face in between her wet shaking thighs.
He tongues her down and slides all around her wetness before ramming two fingers inside where he just came. He coats his fingers with their juices then rubs her wildly, taking turns with his tongue. It's then she clenches around his tongue and fingers, holding on tightly to his head.
He's covered in her. In them. His face, his belly and his cock are just drenched and he can't believe this is where the flirting went. That after decades of denial it finally felt this good to surrender to it all. He wipes his face off with his shirt by the side of the bed and smiles over at her.
"You okay, partner?" Shes out of breath and still shaking and shoots him a look of shock and satisfaction.
She laughs out loud before turning her face into her pillow completely.