A/N: Two shot. Follow me on the bird app. @beebee33_
Liv examined herself in her mirror.
Her hair was a wreck, her lips were swollen, and her breast was covered in small bites and marks.
She was slightly hung over and all she wanted to do was stay in the arms of the man she woke up next to, but her need to pee was greater than anything else.
So, she dragged herself out of her bed, threw on his no longer perfectly starched dress shirt, grabbed her phone, and trudged into her bathroom to pee and examine the damage from a night of fucking.
As her eyes gazed over her reflection, she sighed contentedly at the memories of the previous night.
Getting to dress up and going to a Gala.
Being wined and dined and fawned over by a handsome man.
The ache between her thighs she'd prayed would be satisfied before the end of the night.
How she'd had way too much champagne and didn't care one bit about the consequences of her actions.
Being fucked, made love to, and then fucked a few more times.
Falling asleep next to-
The shrill of her phone pulled her from her memories and she groaned, looking down.
Fin.
Figures.
"Benson," she sighed.
"Captain, I'm sorry it's so early, but OC has an issue and needs our expertise. I already talked to Stabler. He said you two were getting breakfast so if you wouldn't mind coming down to their squad with him when you're done i know Bell would appreciate it."
She rolled her eyes at his forwardness but nodded. "Sure… sure Fin that's fine I'll be there."
There was a pause, and she braced herself.
"So Gala with Langan must have not gone great considering you're getting breakfast with Stabler."
"Watch it Sergeant," she quipped, only half kidding. "You know less than you think."
He gasped on the other end. "Olivia Benson…"
"See you soon Fin," she sang, hanging up.
She gave herself a final once over and made her way back to her room, crawling in beside her bedmate.
He was on his side, one arm beside him and the other under his pillow; his eyes were closed and his breathing was even, but she knew he was awake.
She snuggled backwards into him, and his legs curled instinctively behind hers. A long arm wrapped around her torso, blindly reaching for her hands to hold.
Getting comfy in the safety and warmth of his arms was instinctual, even though she knew she wouldn't be able fall back asleep. Instead, she took pleasure in the quiet that surrounded them and feeling the hardness of his muscles that enveloped her.
She smiled small when his lips and stubble tickled below her ear, and she hummed softly when his hand released hers and dipped down her body slowly, before stopping.
"You wearing my shirt?" A sleepy and gruff voice asked. She nodded, pressing her ass back intentionally into his hard morning wood.
"You like it?" She asked, biting her lip and giggling softly when his palm applied pressure to her belly and he rolled her on her back for a better look.
He moved swiftly, pushing the covers to the side so he could take her in.
His shirt stopped mid thigh and was only closed by a few buttons. Her nipples pressed through the stark white cotton, and the moan that escaped his lips at the sight of them surged down to her already wet core.
"You're so beautiful," he said. "Beautiful, sexy…"
"You're just saying that cause you want some morning sex," she said in a soft husk, winking up at him.
"I do want morning sex, but I also have always thought that you're beautiful and sexy… and now even sexier in my shirt."
She bit her lip to hide her smile, and then pressed both out towards him for a kiss that he happily deepened.
"You're a bastard you know," she whispered against his mouth as he spread her legs and settled lazily between them, hands framing her face.
"Why? The hickeys?" His deep and still sleepy voice replied.
"Hm, that and telling Fin we're getting breakfast."
Pulling back from her lips he gave her a stupid grin, waiting for her to continue.
"I went on a date with Trevor last night. I'm supposed to be getting breakfast with him, if anyone," she clarified indignantly, only making Elliot smile wider.
"Now Fin is suspicious," she added and he moved a hand to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips.
"Fin's been suspicious for a long time, Liv," he said, moving the hand from her cheek to her leg and holding it high on his torso.
"Just try to not look throughly fucked at the crime scene and we'll be fine," he said, "duh."
"Easy for you to… fuck Elliot… say," she gasped as he pushed into her slowly.
"So tight, so wet… the thought of having breakfast with me after the night we had must not be too terrible huh?"
"Maybe I just like your cock, El," she suggested through a moan, and he laughed as he moved slowly, his hips in sync with his mouth.
"I think you like me," he mumbled into her mouth.
"Maybe," she teased, and he noted the higher pitch of his voice.
"The way I've been able to get you to scream my name," he said before snapping his hips in quickly and making her gasp, "tells me it's more than just a maybe."
