The previous night:
Liv stood in the mirror, putting the finishing touches on her hair and make up.
She was accompanying Trevor Langan to a gala that evening, much to her friend Elliot's dismay.
E: You could skip and come to a bar with me
L: Nope, already got a dress
E: I could take you to dinner finally?
L: Nopppe
E: My friend Olivia.
E: Please.
L: My friend Elliot.
L: Jealousy is an ugly attribute
He replied with a mocking gif Eli used a lot with him, and she laughed.
E: Bet "Trevor" doesn't know how to use gifs.
E: What a dumb name
L: Trevor isn't a dumb name, and also everyone knows how to use GIFs, old man.
E: Watch who you're calling old, Captain.
L: I could run circles around you
E: Mmmmhm.
E: Lemme see your dress
L: Later
L: Maybe
E: I'm gonna bother you again later
L: Shocking
Later was then, and she was 2 glasses of red wine in.
Moving to her full length mirror, she snapped several photos, and scrolled through them with a sigh, debating on sending one when he texted her.
E: So??? Dress??
She groaned and chose one at random, sending it over.
He responded with multitude of emojis.
Flames.
Heart eyes.
The one with the tongue out.
She laughed and blushed.
L: Thanks??
E: Do you have to go with him?? How about I take you out instead.
L: Are you drinking.
E: Mhm. With my second favorite Cap! (He's drinking water)
He sent a selfie of him and Cragen.
L: Awwwwe. My 2nd and 5th favorite guys!
E: Wait what?? Who is 1, 3, and 4??!
L: Noah, Munch, and Fin, duh.
A knock on her front door startled her and she smiled small, texting him again.
L: My dates here. Be safe tonight, my friend Elliot.
E: Let me know when you're home so we can hang out.
L: Goodnight Stabler
E: Adios Cap
She laughed again and opened the door with a smile.
Trevor stood with in a smart suit, holding flowers.
"Hi," he breathed out. "Wow… you look incredible," he grinned, leaning down to give her a sweet kiss on the cheek.
Her core fluttered at the feel of his lips, and her smile was contagious as she gently grasped his tie and pecked his lips.
"Thank you for inviting me… giving me an excuse to dress up," she winked and he smiled shyly.
"Only been trying to take you out for 20 years," he winked back, holding his arm out to her after she'd set the flowers down and put on her coat. "Ready?"
"Definitely."
The evening was incredible and beautiful.
Trevor did a fantastic job during his speech, Liv thought. He was amazing company and made her feel like a million bucks.
It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying herself or the handsome man who's hand was on her lower back, fingers resting on the curve on her ass; it wasn't even that she didn't want him to pull her into the nearest coat room or take him home at the end of the night- it was that her clutch had buzzed with texts from Elliot every 5-10 minutes, and his shiny blue eyes and stupid bald head were all she could think about.
And thanks to the several glasses of wine she'd had before and during dinner, and the champagne she was presently sipping on, she couldn't get her mind off of her drunk friend Elliot.
It was hour two of the gala when she finally excused herself to the ladies room and pulled out her phone to read the numerous missed messages.
E: Are you having fun?
E: Hellllo
E: Cap went home
E: What time will you be home
E: I'm not drunk I swear
E: I have an idea
E: Please let me hang with you tonight?
E: Unless you're inviting him back…..
E: Oh god
E: Please don't invite him back….
E: I know I have less hair but I'm cuter, I think
E: Okay, okay… I'm a little drunk.
There was a 30 minute gap between that text and the next one.
E: I went home to change and sober up.
E: I'm gonna be waiting for you when you get home
E: Unless you tell me not to
E: And also, I stand by the fact that I'm cuter.
She smiled small, and sucked in a breath at the text that came through from Langan.
T: About ready to get out of here. Wanna continue the party elsewhere?
Fuck. She needed to get laid.
Elliot texted again, this time a photo of himself in a white button up that was undone and showed his abs.
She let out a pathetic moan, closing her eyes and sucking in a deep breath before looking back to her phone and another text.
E: Hint- I'm gonna outdo the fancy gala you went to.
His abs. Dear god.
Suddenly her mind was on Trevor, again.
Did he have abs? Did he have a big…
Her eyes drifted down to Elliot's picture again, studying his happy trail and the very deep vee that extended below his belt. She took a breath and whined to herself again.
Shoving her phone back in her clutch, she left the bathroom and found a smiling Trevor Langan waiting for her.
"Hey gorgeous," he smiled and she grinned. "Hi…"
"Wanna get out of here?"
She took a deep breath and nodded. "I don't know how far I wanna go."
The words were tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them, and her face went red.
He chuckled and kissed her head.
"I've had the best time with you tonight. If you even let me get you home and walk you to the door I'll be thankful," he smiled.
Am I really going to let this gem of a man go to deal with my kinda drunk and very hot ex-partner friend Elliot in the hopes that we finally fuck after 23 years???
Her eyes sparkled up at Trevor and she nodded. "That would be lovely, Trev."
Yup.
She knew he was there before they even stepped off the elevator.
She sensed him, and hated that she did.
Trevor had rented a fancy limo for the evening, and the pair had drank two more glasses of champagne on the short ride back to her place.
There had been some heavy petting and a full blown make out session in between sips of the bubbly liquid, and Liv was even more hot and bothered than she had been all night
The pair walked off the elevator and down to her door that was a short distance away.
Leaning against it, she looked up at him with a smile. "Tonight was amazing… next time… okay?"
"Whatever you want and need," he smiled, kissing her lips, then moving down to her chin and up her jaw to right behind her ear.
She felt two things then: the defense attorney's raging boner through his way too expensive suit, and Elliot's eyes on them.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and her eyes shot open, giving a little tap on Trevor's back.
"Sorry," he whispered and she smiled small. "Don't be… thank you for tonight… all of it," she winked and he pecked her lips again, taking a step back.
"Night Liv," he nodded, walking backwards to the elevator.
"Night Trevor," she smiled, waving at him until the doors closed.
Her head rolled the opposite way and her eyes rolled, too.
"Come out, creep."
"First of all, you knew I was here that was rude," Elliot said, suddenly appearing in her eye line.
His head was freshly shaved but his face was covered in a gentle stubble.
The usual blue three pieces he wore were switched out for a sharp black sport coat with matching pants, and the same white button up from the picture, still not done up all the way.
There were two bags in his right hand; one clearly had Chinese, the scent mixed with his lopsided grin bringing her back 20 years, and the other had at least three bottles of different reds.
His left was behind his back, and when he was sure she was paying attention, pulled out two dozen pink peonies.
"You remembered?" She asked softly, eyes drifting from the flowers, up his body and to his eyes.
"How could I forget?"
She nodded thoughtfully and bit her lip. "Second of all?" She asked in a low husk when they stopped ogling at one another.
"You're fucking gorgeous, my friend Olivia."
Biting her lip, she smile small and looked down. "Come in?" She asked shyly.
"If I knew all I had to do was annoy you for three hours and then show up with Chinese and wine, I would have done it a lot sooner."
Her laughter filled the quiet hallway and a grin spread across her face as she looked up at him.
"Pain in my ass," she mused, turning to unlock the door.
He took the opportunity to let his eyes roam down the length of her body. Her ass had grown in the years he'd been gone, and her hips had widened a bit. It took every ounce of strength he had to not bury his face in between the muscular legs that extended for miles.
"Still a great ass," he muttered, and she glanced back and winked at him as they stepped through her front door.
"Can I change? I wanna get out of this dress," she said and he shook his head.
"Nope, I dressed up for you," he laughed and she chewed on her lip smiling as he set the bags down and handed her her flowers.
"Beautiful," she smiled, and looked up at him.
"You're beautiful," he said and she blushed, gently rubbing his hand before moving to the kitchen for a vase and some wine glasses.
"Gotta take my shoes off, my feet are killing me," she said, coming back to find him with his jacket off and looking through old records.
"Whatcha doing?" She smiled, setting the glasses down and sitting to take her shoes off.
"Told you, recreating the gala. Here, let me help you," he said, sinking down to his knees in front of her and gently taking her foot.
His hands were warm against her ankles and feet as he pulled off her heels and brushed his hands against her burgundy painted toes.
He looked up to her and she forced a smile on her lust filled face.
"Can I at least put on a comfier dress? Certainly don't wanna spend the rest of my night with you in the one I wore with Trevor," she said, hanging on his name and making him playfully wince.
"Good point. I'll pour the wine and pick an album," he said, standing up and holding a hand out to her.
She took it with a grateful smile and rose up to her feet.
"Thanks for letting me in," he said softly as she started walking away.
She stopped short and turned, making a fast decision to walk the few steps back to him.
Her hands went to his arms and she stood on her tippy toes best as she could to kiss his cheek. "Parties just getting started," she winked, whisking back off to her room.
Heat rushed through his body, radiating out from where his lips hit her cheek, and his fingers grazed the spot lightly before fist pumping the air when she was out of sight.
She returned just 5 minutes later, wearing a black, sheer dress that fell to the floor.
It was short sleeved and cinched at the waist, drawing his eyes right to her breasts that he already couldn't stop looking at.
"Stunning," he sighed softly, shaking his head as Stevie Nicks started to sing in the background.
"Thank you," she smiled, running her hand through her hair nervously. She grasped his hand gently, giving him a soft smile before sitting beside him, drawing her leg underneath her so she could face him.
"So first part of the night is dinner, obviously," he said, motioning to the meal he'd laid out before them.
She laughed. "I'm starving so this is perfect!" She exclaimed through a smile.
"Those gala meals are never enough," he winked.
They settled in comfortable together, sharing eggs rolls and drinking a bottle and a half of wine; laughing and talking and reminiscing about the good old days.
"Better than the fancy gala dinner?" He asked.
"Much," she grinned, finishing off her second glass of wine.
He watched a blush creep up her neck from the wine, and titled his head to stare a little better at her as she clipped her hair up.
"What?" She asked softly, putting his hand on his knee.
"You just… when we were younger, even when you went through the short hair phase," he teased, making her laugh loudly, "I never thought you could get more beautiful. But now? Fuck…" he breathed out.
She glanced down to hide the big smile that was spreading across her face.
"You don't look to bad yourself," she ribbed, trying to break the sexual tension that was overwhelming her.
'Landslide' started to play, and he stood, holding out his hand to her. "Did the gala have dancing?" He asked softly and she nodded, looking up to him.
"Dance with me?"
She didn't try to hide her smile that time, joined him happily when he reached out to his hand, pulled her to her feet and then close to his body.
They swayed gently back and forth to the rhythm, not breaking eye contact. "Missing anything?" He asked, holding their clasped hands close to their sides.
"No… well a speech but I'll give you a pass."
He laughed and puffed out his chest. "Maybe I have one on planned," he said, leaving it at that.
The music that filled the room touched them both deeply. She enjoyed the moment with him, resting her head against his chest and allowing the song to play out before speaking again.
"Stasera è perfetto," she whispered, looking up at him and laughing softly at the face he made. "Tonight is perfect," she translated. "All that time in Italy and you never learned?"
He shook his head, pulling her a little closer, the hand that was on her lower back slipping down a bit. "Always had a translator. I know basics but," he shrugged. "My Italian's not very good."
"My Italian is very good," she boasted playfully, gently moving the hand that was draped on his shoulder to splay on the back of his neck.
"Yeah?" He asked, leaning down impossibly closer to her. She felt the exhales of his breath through his noise and licked her lips
"How do you say 'I really wanna kiss you'?" He asked.
She giggled softly, and looked down to where their bodies were touching so intimately as they swayed together, before back up again to meet his eyes.
"Voglio baciarti," she said, the syllables rolling off her tongue like molasses on a hot summer's day in the most angelic Italian accent.
His grin was massive, and he tried to hide it by doing that damn thing with his tongue she loved so much before looking her dead in the eyes and responding in perfect Italian.
"Quindi fallo, amore mio."
"So do it, my love."
"Elliot Stabler... è stato bello."
"Elliot Stabler… that was good."
"Merita un bacio?"
"Deserves a kiss?"
"Più di un bacio."
"More than a kiss."
With that, his lips descended onto her's and his arms wrapped around her waist.
She tasted like red wine, but sweeter, and smelled like the perfume she'd been wearing since her met her.
Her hand that was holding his moved to his neck while his went to her waist. She tilted her head to the side to gain better access to his mouth, moaning loudly and desperately when his tongue swiped her's.
"Need you now," she muttered into his mouth, backing them up into the nearest wall.
He pulled back breathless and look at her. "You're sure?" He asked, pressing into her fully and finally allowing her to feel the massive erection against her hip.
"God yes," she said, fumbling with his pants while he worked in hiking up her dress.
"Right here?" He confirmed after breaking their lips apart again and involuntarily bucking his hips as she palmed in through his pants at the same time he realized she didn't put on any underwear.
"Fuck me El, we can be romantic later—"
He cut her off with his lips again and hiked up her leg while she quickly pushed down his slacks.
They were frantically moving; hands roaming, teeth scraping, moans and groans and whimpers scattering throughout her apartment.
She was hoisted suddenly into the air, her dress bunched around her waist and her back pressed to the wall behind her.
Elliot pulled back just enough to make eye contact with her as he used one hand to guide his tip to her entrance, sinking in halfway before pulling back out.
"FuckElliotohmygoooood," tumbled from her lips in a tone of voice he'd never heard from her before.
"Olivia," he grunted, his eyes rolling back a little bit before he lowered her fully on his cock.
"Elliot oh my god," she cried as he started to thrust. "Oh my god Elliot oh my GOD!!!"
She gripped onto him for dear life, holding onto and kneading his back and neck. "Elliot!!!!"
"Oh fuck Liv," he said breathlessly as he bounced her. "Yes fuck... god you're so wet, Olivia."
"All for you!!! All for you fuck! Fuck me harder!!! Please El I..." her plea trailing off into a long but staccato "ah" when he picked up his pace
He pushed his lips back to hers while mumbling into her mouth. "It's so good… you're so good fuck Liv… this pussy was made for me," he growled and she nodded quickly.
Her walls fluttered all around him in reaction to her words. "Fuck it's yours, fuck El it's always been yours!!"
Pulling his lips back from her, he nudged her head to the side and attacked her neck, starting at her pulse point and lifting her higher to attack the bit of cleavage that was showing.
"Oh my god Elliot," she cried, holding his head steady to her breasts as a small orgasm rocked her body, making her stiffen and his movements slow while she clamped down on him.
"So good so good," she muttered.
"I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "Can I?"
"In me," she begged and he groaned, increasing his speed and spilling into her. "Olivia!"
"Fuck," she cursed, clenching around him again and collapsing into him.
"Bedroom?" He asked against her neck .
"End of the hall," she directed, gasping as he effortlessly brought them to the back of the apartment, laying her down and dropping effortlessly to his knees.
She relaxed back while his tongue cleaned up their mess and his thumb rolled circles on her still throbbing clit.
"Oh god El," she said, bucking her hips upward to him. "More, fuck I have to get this dress off."
"Not yet," he growled, looking up as he replaced his thumb with his mouth, beginning to suck and lick at her swollen bundle that throbbed in his mouth.
Her hands had flown to the sheets on either side of her, taking fistfuls as her body writhed.
While he worked her with his tongue, he removed his shirt and his pants and underwear, and gently began stroking himself hard again.
"Elliot… I'm gonna," she trailed off when he pushed two fingers into her and curled them upwards, reveling in the sound of her breath hitching, followed by a sharp cry of pleasure that ended in a drawn out "Elllllll."
He watched as her body bucked upwards at her stomach, inadvertently landing her on her elbows and allowing their eyes to meet as she came.
When he didn't let up, she shook her head pathetically and swore she saw the devil in his eyes when the pressure and speed of his fingers increased.
"Elliot what," she trailed off, about to hit a peak she'd never been to before, but he stopped suddenly and she fell back, breathless and on the verge of frustrated tears.
Kissing up her body, he took the dress with her and sat her up so he could remove it completely.
"Baby I need… I need a second," she gasped, and he smiled, attacking her lips with his again.
"Take all the seconds you need," he whispered. "Just getting started."
He literally was just getting started.
When her body had relaxed, he placed open mouth kisses all over it, spending special attention on her breasts and chest, marking her as his.
He made love to her then.
Her nails scraped his back and she cried his name in ecstasy and joy and pleasure as the weight of his body and the feeling of his cock barreling inside of her made her feel safer than she ever had before.
She came again, and he did too, spilling into her. He sunk down on her again, pushing his fingers deep within her and pressing soft kisses to her clit to keep her pleasure high.
"I can't believe how good you are in bed," she whined to him as he worked her g-spot again, promising an explosion like she'd never had before.
But he stopped again, right as she was almost at the top of her peak, and flipped her over, pulling her by the hips so her ass was in the air.
Her eyes rolled and her upper body gave out as he finally pushed across the finish line she'd been seeking with just his massive cock.
She sprayed everywhere, and the scream that emitted from her was guttural and primal and everything he ever wanted to hear from her again.
His intense movements prolonged the squirting gush of fluid until he came again, cursing and whimpering her name into her back.
They both collapsed then, tucked in each other's arms; euphoric, relaxed, exhausted. Holding each other close, they fell into deep and peaceful sleeps.
That was until, he woke up to her lips wrapped around his cock.
He thought it was a dream, but it was real.
More than real.
Heaven?
"Returning the favor," she'd whispered up to him with a wink and her own devil in her eyes.
His hands went to her head and she gladly accepted his instruction and the pace he set, happily taking every inch of him until he was sputtering down her throat when her name on his lips.
She crawled back up his body and settled in with him, drifting off again in the safety of his arms.
The following morning:
He held her hand the whole car ride.
Paid for breakfast and opened her door.
Tried to talk her into a bathroom quickie.
She laughed harder and smiled bigger than she had in a long time, and as they drove together to the OC, he gave her a small smile.
"You're not mad right?"
"Mad?" She asked, knowing he was referencing his telling Fin. "I wanna shout it from the roof but I can't."
His megawatt smile made her grin, too, and when they parked, he looked over at her.
"You didn't get my speech last night," he said, and she nodded slowly. "Oh?"
"Mhm…" he paused before continuing. "I was gonna tell you how sorry I was and how much I love you and how thankful I am for you… how you're my best friend ever and life just is better with you. So much better. How I'll never leave ya again," he nodded, grasping her hand.
She blinked quickly and looked at him, her brown eyes shimmering. "Don't make me cry before work," she whispered.
"How watching you be a mom to that amazing little boy is just," he breathed out and shook his head. "It's truly the only thing better than watching you be Captain."
"El," she whispered, a stray tear finally falling.
"How, if you'll let me, the only person you'll be bringing to galas and events for the rest of your life is me," he whispered.
She laughed then, and he did too, and wiped her eyes.
"Jealous bastard."
"Your jealous bastard," he countered, adding, "if you'll let me."
Pausing a moment, he looked down at her hands and then dead into her eyes. "Liv, please let me?"
She smiled.
"Yes," she said simply.
