A/N: My smut muse decided to wake up in time for the birthdays of 3 of my friends: Chels, Erin, and Katie. I wasn't sure about this one but decided since I a) had time to write and b) for the first time in a while didn't have joint pain preventing me from writing, I would give it a try. Hope y'all enjoy this! Thank you to 13Starbuck42 for beta reading :)
"A year ago when I was talking to my mom about Carisi, she said 'Why don't you two just go get a hotel room and get it out of your system."
Olivia gritted her teeth and huffed in frustration, unable to get Amanda's words out of her head long enough to finish her paperwork. She should really make her do overtime or extra paperwork or something because damnit her panties were uncomfortably wet at the thought of fucking it out with Elliot and there was nothing she could do about it until she got home because she didn't have an extra pair. She didn't have a vibrator with her either, otherwise, she could close the blinds, lock the doors and take care of her dilemma, but she thought the brass might frown upon the Captain of SVU pleasuring herself in her office.
Fuck that sexist bullshit though because she deserved pleasure. She deserved to be comfortable.
Deserved.
Lindstrom had used that word. Deserve. What did she deserve? Happiness is what he'd said. That and a bunch of other shrink jargon that made her want to roll her eyes.
He had a lot of nerve, telling her she needed to figure out if there was more between her and Elliot or move on, that the idealized relationship was keeping her from true intimacy with him or anyone else. Blah blah blah.
All of these people giving their expert opinions about her feelings for Elliot, and of course they had to say it when she had a million other things that needed her attention between work and Noah and making sure she kept everyone in her life from drowning. Because that's what she did: she carried everyone else's load on her back; she was a caretaker, a protector. But goddamnit if Amanda's words didn't affect her because sometimes she just wanted to be taken care of, to have someone fuck all her problems away, and shut her brain off for a few hours. She was sick of holding everyone else above the surface when she was drowning too.
So it was probably a colossally bad idea for her to text Elliot right now while her lower half was soaked because she was imagining his lips, his tongue, his dick, his fingers — and all the glorious things they could do to her body, over and over and over, until she was putty in his hands and all the stress flushed out of her.
Hey, El. Are you on your lunch break?
She pressed send before she could talk herself out of it, and almost sent a second text telling him never mind, but her phone buzzed with his reply.
Yeah. Wanna grab a bite?
Oh, she wanted to bite something… She huffed in frustration and pressed the call button.
"Hey partner."
"Hey." She winced at the tone of her voice, hoping he wouldn't notice.
He did. "Do you feel ok? You sound out of breath."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. Can you come?" Too eager, Liv. Too eager, she chided herself.
"Come where?"
Inside me was the first thing that came to mind, and she cleared her throat awkwardly. "Meet me on the roof?"
"Sure. Do you want me to bring anything? I can pick up some burgers on the way over."
"I'm not hungry."
"Did you eat already?"
She groaned. "Elliot-"
"You need to eat, Liv."
"I'm fine."
"Sure you are."
"Elliot." She gritted her teeth.
"I'm at least bringing you coffee, Captain."
She rolled her eyes but smiled at his insistence on taking care of her. "Just hurry."
"I will."
X
His smile as he approached her with a cup of coffee in his hand helped calm her nerves. She didn't know why she was nervous. Like she had told Barba, she had known Elliot for twenty-three years. She trusted him with her life even after ten years apart. She was working on trusting him with her heart again, but she knew without an ounce of doubt that she could trust him with her body more than any other man she'd been with.
"Thank you." She placed the cup on the ledge and guided him over to the blanket and pillows she'd set up on the ground.
He raised an eyebrow. "Are we having a picnic? Or taking an afternoon nap?"
"Neither."
"Cloud-shape watching? Bird watching?"
"We aren't fourteen or eighty-five, so no." She stepped closer to him. "This might sound crazy."
"Tell me anyway?"
"My therapist-"
"You're seeing a shrink?"
"Don't ask. Not today. I don't want to think."
"Is something wrong? Are you-"
"Elliot!" She snapped. The more they stalled the more time she had to put up walls and walk away, and she didn't want to do that. Not with him. Not anymore. "He thinks that in order to deal with my intimacy issues you and I need to see if there's something more between us or move on."
"So you brought me up here to talk then?"
"Not exactly. I mean we do need to, but Amanda said something, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head all day."
"About us?"
"Yeah. She thinks we need to get a hotel room and get it out of our system. My therapist and my Detective think we need to fuck it out, El."
He nearly growled as images of her beneath him as they fucked it out sent blood rushing to his groin. "So this is a fuck pad?"
She gave him a seductive smile. "For lack of a better phrase, yes."
"But this isn't a hotel room."
"Why would I pay $200 for a room when we can do it up here, at a building neither of us have to pay for and where neither of us have to clean up the mess afterward?"
Lust clouded his eyes. He wanted to be inside her. Right fucking now, but he knew he needed to let her set the pace. He had no right to ask her for anything after the way he'd left her. He didn't deserve this woman's forgiveness, patience, or support, but he loved her madly and would spend the rest of his life making it up to her in whatever way she wanted.
"You've really thought this through, Cap." He cleared his throat. "So, uh, how does rooftop sex work?"
"Seriously choir boy? You and Kathy never had sex anywhere other than your bed?"
"We made out behind the bleachers once." He shrugged.
"Ok what about Flutura? Angela Wheatley? Rebecca Hendrix? Dani Beck-" There was no hiding the jealousy in her tone, the venom in her voice when she said their names.
He chuckled. "Ok, first of all, you're hot as hell when you're jealous, Olivia Benson. Second, I never slept with Angela, Rebecca, or Dani. Flutura was a lapse in judgment in Eddie's Winnebago. It wasn't good sex. I can assure you."
"You certainly didn't act like it was bad sex. The way you were looking at her."
"Liv-"
"Don't lie to me." She glared at him.
"It was only good when I was picturing you instead. You clenching around my cock, screaming my name when you came, how wet you were, how delicious you tasted."
She bit back a moan. "You think of me when you're with other women, huh?"
"Oh yeah." He nipped at her earlobe. "What about you? When you're with other men do you-"
"I called Ed 'El' in bed. More than once." She smirked.
"How'd he take that?"
"He didn't. He got up and went to sleep on the couch."
"Poor guy."
She rolled her eyes. "You don't really mean that. You're enjoying this."
"Of course I am." He grinned. "I called your name out in Italy while in bed with Kathy. I think that's why she wrote the letter."
"Elliot! You ass!"
"I seem to recall you checking this ass out plenty of times over the years." He chuckled when she glared at him.
"Can you just shut up and fuck me before my squad gets back?"
"How long do we have?"
"An hour."
"That's not enough time with you, Livia." He wanted to explore her. He wanted to learn all the parts of her body she liked to be touched. He wanted to trace her curves with his tongue, mark her as his own. He wanted to make her come so many times that she forgot everything except his name. He wanted to get on his knees and worship every part of her. He wanted to taste her like he was dying of thirst. He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to love her, but she just wanted to fuck. She wanted them to get each other out of their system, and he didn't know how that was possible.
"I'll take as much time as we have, but I'm not going to fuck you. I'm going to savor you."
She shivered with anticipation as he stepped towards her and kissed her hungrily. Any response she might have had was forgotten as he leaned her against the ledge, rocking his hips against hers. He knew he needed to lay her down, but he couldn't stop kissing her long enough to do so. She was intoxicating.
He chuckled when she let out an impatient groan, trying to undo his shirt and belt. "Want some help?"
"You are way overdressed, Detective."
"I don't think my Sergeant would approve of me showing up to work naked, Captain."
"I wouldn't mind it." She cupped him through his boxers when she finally got his pants off. "And I outrank her."
"Why Captain Benson, you'd let a naked man show up to your squad room where anyone could see him?" His teeth grazed her neck and he sucked hard, soothing the spot with his tongue. He felt her clench against his hand that was teasing her through her slacks. "You sure you wouldn't want this for your eyes only?" When he found her clit he rubbed hard and fast, growling at the noises she made as the friction from the material of her pants sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Touch me, El." She whined. "Please."
"Are you gonna come like this, Livia?" He continued his teasing of her core while his other hand slid up her shirt, pinching her nipple. "So damn wet. So sexy."
Her clothes were tight against her and she was gonna kill him if he kept teasing her like this. She shoved his hands away from her, and stripped down to her underwear in just a few swift movements, needing those hands, lips and tongue on her skin.
"You're so goddamn beautiful." He groaned before she could tell him her body had changed, before she could ask him not to look at her scars. "Every part of you." She was thankful that he didn't ask, that he just saw her. Today wasn't the day for that conversation. She didn't want any conversation at the moment, to be fair. She just wanted him, and he was pissing her off with how much he was drawing out the foreplay.
"Elliot." She growled, and he smirked, knowing why she was frustrated.
"You need something?"
"Your cock. Inside of me. Now."
"You've got a dirty mouth, Benson."
"Wanna see what else it could do?"
Oh for the love of all that is holy, yes. He was so going to hell for what he was picturing now.
Now it was her turn to smirk. "Fuck me for lunch, and then buy me dinner tonight, and savor me for dessert, and I'll show you."
"Thought you wanted to just get it out of our system?"
"I think we both know that's bullshit." She raked her nails down his painfully hard length. "Now I gave you an order, Detective. Are you gonna follow it, or do I have to write you a rip?"
"Oh, I'm gonna follow it, Captain. I'm gonna follow it so good you're gonna ache for the rest of the day. I'm gonna get so deep inside you, gonna fill you up till I can't get any further."
"You better." She glared at him as he prolonged his teasing.
"Lay on the blanket."
"Bossy."
"Please lay on the blanket? I'm not gonna fuck you up against the ledge where people can see. You're for my eyes only."
"You possessive son of a-"
"Do you want other people seeing me?"
"Hell no! You're all mine, and the next mob boss's wife you meet better fucking know that." She pushed his boxers down and wrapped her hands around his length. "No other woman gets to see you like this again. Ever. You got that? All mine."
"All yours." He hovered over her as she lay on the blanket. "And you're all mine."
"I always have been, El." She gasped when he ripped the material of her panties. "Hey! I liked those." He grinned, shrugging, as he unclasped her bra.
The feral desire in his eyes as he saw her body without any barriers for the first time in the two decades they'd known each other made her shiver.
"I wanna taste you so fucking bad." He rumbled, but he knew he couldn't deny her what she wanted. "Do you have any lube, baby?"
She slipped her hand under the pillow and handed him the bottle. He squeezed a generous amount onto his hand and slipped a finger in between her folds, using his other hand to slick himself. She was wet enough that it may not be necessary, but he didn't want to take a chance and hurt her. They weren't as young as they used to be, which made another thought occur to him. "Liv, I don't have-"
She shook her head. "I trust you. I know you're clean. I wanna feel all of you. Stop stalling and-" A moan cut off her words as he buried himself inside her, slowly pushing deeper. "Elliot, please move. Faster. Harder."
"You sure?"
"I told you to fuck me, damnit. Make me ache, El."
"Yes ma'am." She could feel him pushing against her cervix as he moved as deep as he could, then pulled out and slammed back in.
Her moans grew louder as he found a sensitive spot inside her, and once he realized where that was he made a point to hit it repeatedly.
She was definitely gonna be sore, but she wasn't complaining a bit. His lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked as he felt her walls clench around him; he growled hungrily and rolled his hips faster.
There was no such thing as getting her out of his system. There was no going back after this. They both knew it, and for once, neither of them gave a shit.
"So close. I'm so close."
He grinned and kissed her hard, catching her cry as the orgasm tore through her. He continued to thrust through her release, slowing his movements slightly in case she needed a break. "Has any other man made you come that hard, Liv?"
"Why are you asking about other men, El? You're the only one here."
"Have they?" His dick twitched as he hit the sensitive spot again.
"No." She gasped. "Has any other woman made you feel this good?"
"Not even close." He sped up again when he felt his own release building. "Liv, I'm gonna-"
"Inside me. Please."
He groaned as he came undone, filling her to the hilt. Like no one ever had before. It had always been him, it always would be him. She was his, and he was hers, and now they didn't have to share each other with anyone else.
He collapsed beside her as they tried to catch their breath, and she whimpered at the loss when he pulled out of her.
"So, did it work? Am I out of your system?"
"Never." She kissed him deeply. "You?"
"Not a damn chance." He kissed her again. "Savoring you is gonna be so much fun, and I wanna do it for the rest of my life."
"Dinner first, remember?"
"I'm guessing I'm buying?"
"I outrank you now, so yes you are." She loved how much her rank turned him on.
"Yes, Captain."
A/N: Thanks for reading!
