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Apologies for the wait, the hubs and I are moving so things have been a little crazy.

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Before he even realizes what he's doing, he's pounding his fist against her door. He hears Olivia fumbling around the apartment and his heart nearly stops as she swings open her door, a scowl evident on her face.

"What do you want, El?"

He doesn't answer. For a moment he forgets how to speak. His mouth opens and closes and he can see her getting impatient.

"Elliot, look. I'm not in the mood to continue- "

Before she can finish her sentence, his lips crash against hers. Her initial shock is quickly replaced by want…and need. She brings her hands to the back of his neck and cradles his head, pulling him as close as she can. His arms wrap themselves around her waist as he allows his hands to explore the exposed skin between her tank top and black jeans. Olivia lets out a slight moan at his touch and Elliot grips her hips to ground himself. This kiss was everything he thought it would be and more. Just the sensation of her lips on his was making him dizzy and rendering him inoperable. All he could do was focus on the feel of her tongue, hot and silky smooth, as it tangled with his.

Reluctantly, he broke away first. He's a man on a mission and he'll be damned if he allows himself to overwhelmed by a simple kiss. Olivia looked up at him, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Do you still need to be fucked, Liv?"

Elliot watched as her eyes widened, seemingly surprised at his vulgarity. Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded as she walked backwards towards her bedroom. Elliot followed suit, his eyes darkening as he closed in on her like a predator to its prey. Before she could turn the doorknob, Elliot pressed his body up against hers and fisted his hand in her hair, tugging slightly as he made her look at him.

"Oh no baby, I wanna watch that beautiful face of yours as I take you. In there. Now."

Olivia let out a small whimper as Elliot pulled her by her hair and pushed her into the direction of her adjacent bathroom. As she stumbled in, she barely had time to turn around before Elliot was on her, the door closing behind them with a slam. He leaned down to kiss her once again, more roughly than their first, determined to put his own needs aside to give her what she needed tonight. His hands roamed up her body, palming and squeezing at her breasts, before bringing his hands back down to the hem of her shirt. Olivia, feeling things moving a little too slowly for her liking, bit at Elliot's lip. Hard. He pulled back, a look of surprise briefly gracing his features before he recovered his dominant persona. Yanking her shirt over her head, Elliot brought his hand up and enclosed it around her throat, squeezing slightly as he spoke to her.

"I'm the one calling the shots here, Liv. You don't wanna step out of line now, do you? Stepping outta line means you'll be punished." He threatened.

Unable to control herself, Olivia pushed at Elliot's jacket with one hand while her other ran down his body towards his belt buckle. She whined as Elliot released her throat and grabbed at her hands, preventing her from undressing him.

"You don't listen very well, do you?"

Olivia shook her head no in response, a small devilish smile playing at the corner of her lips. Before she realized what was happening, she felt the cool feeling of metal circling her wrists as Elliot handcuffed her hands together behind her back. Grinning himself, he pushed her up against the sink, her ass coming to a rest against the cold porcelain behind her. As he gripped her hair with one hand, his other traveled down her body and unbuttoned her black jeans, roughly pulling them down to her knees. He let out a groan as her matching olive-green thong came into view.

"Hmm I always had you pegged as a lacey girl, Liv. I'm glad to see I'm right. Jesus, you're wet."

Olivia whimpered as she felt his palm cup her over her panties. She wriggled in his grasp as he played with the edge of her underwear, his fingers sliding along her inner thighs.

"Getting impatient, are we? I'll give you what you want, baby. Just tell me one thing. Have you ever fantasized about me before?"

She brought her eyes up to meet his, a wicked grin threatening to break through his stern façade. Goddamn his fucking ego. She bucked her hips against his hand and Elliot pulled at her hair roughly, forcing her to keep her eyes on him. He pushed her underwear to the side, his fingers now running along her bare, wet lips.

"Ah ah ah. Answer the question."

Olivia bit her lip as she felt one of his digits brush against her clit.

"Yes," She gasped. "Yes, I've fantasized about you."

Smiling, Elliot gently rubbed at her clit, torturing her with every slow swipe.

"Tell me what I did to you."

"El…."

At her defiance, Elliot pushed his index finger inside of her and set a torturous, leisurely pace. She bucked her hips again, groaning.

"God-fucking-dammit. El…please."

Giving in, Elliot added another finger and began pumping his fingers in and out of her at a punishing pace. Bringing their foreheads together, he locked his eyes onto hers and watched as her face contorted in pleasure. Olivia, never succumbing to such intimacy with any man, closed her eyes and focused on her quickly building orgasm. Her arms pulled at her restraints, as she wanted nothing more than to grab onto him, touch him, and make him hers just as much as he was making her his. She cried out as Elliot brought his thumb into the mix, rubbing at her clit as he continued thrusting.

"Ohhhh god, I can't-Elliot I'm going to…" She moaned.

"Look at me. Liv, look at me." He demanded.

She opened her eyes to see his oceanic orbs staring down at her. The grip on her hair tightened as he pulled her head away from his slightly.

"I wanna watch you. Come, baby. Come for me."

She held his gaze as she felt her orgasm rip through her.

"Ohh, god! Ohh, Elliot!"

She thrusted her hips against his hand as she rode out her orgasm, her legs shaking slightly from the sheer power of it. She fell back against the sink once more, her chest heaving as she stared up at Elliot with hooded eyes. Releasing her chestnut curls, Elliot took a step back and shrugged out of his jacket, before taking off his shirt. He watched as the brunette in front of him followed his every move with her eyes. God, she was intoxicating. Her hair was already tousled, her nude lipstick smeared across her chin and cheek. As he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his hardened shaft from his boxers, he kept his eyes on Olivia, watching as she bit her lip once his cock came into view. Looking back up at him, she smirked and tilted her head.

"I had a feeling you'd be big. It's impossible for someone to walk around with that much arrogance and not be able to back it up."

Stifling a chuckle Elliot closed in on her, running his hands down her arms. Before she could protest, he spun her around to face her bathroom mirror, bending her over the sink. He saw her eyes widen in the reflection as he slapped her ass.

"Are you gonna tell me now, Liv?"

Shaking her head, she reached behind her for his cock with her handcuffed hands, stroking him.

"Tell me. What do I do to you in your fantasy, baby? Do I take you like this? Bend you all the way over and fuck you from behind?"

Moaning, Olivia nods and pushes her ass back against him.

"Please El, take me. I need it. God, I need this so fucking bad."

That was all Elliot needed to hear. Pressing one hand down on her back, he used his other to guide himself to her entrance.

"Keep your eyes on me, Liv."

She looked up at him through the mirror, her mouth opening, a cry ripping from her throat as he plunged himself inside of her and buried himself to the hilt. Holding her hips steady, Elliot took a moment to allow her to adjust. She gyrated against him to signal that she was fine and that he should continue. Pulling out to the tip, he watched her as he slammed back in, her face contorting into a mix of pain and absolute fucking bliss.

"Don't. Fucking. Stop."

Elliot continued, setting a relentless pace as he pounded into her. Olivia whimpered, her hands continuing to fight against the restraints as she sought something, anything, to grasp onto. Elliot changed his grasp from her hips to her wrists, pulling Olivia up to a more standing position as he thrusted into her mercilessly. He could feel his own orgasm approaching rapidly, but did his best to starve it off as he refused to come before Olivia.

"Ugh, Liv. You need to-I can't hold out much longer. You feel too fucking good."

"El…oh god…keep going I'm almost there."

Pumping into harder, faster, Elliot also brought a hand around her front and began a steady rhythm swiping at her clit. Her could feel her legs begin to buckle underneath her from the pleasure, her body writhing against his touch.

"Yes! Yes! Right there…oh fuck Elliot, your cock is so..."

Her statement died on her lips as she felt her orgasm approaching fast with the speed and force of a goddamn hurricane. She could hear Elliot groan and grunt behind her as her walls clamped down around him, milking his own orgasm from him. She screamed loudly as she came, Elliot quickly covering her mouth with his hand to contain her cries. They slumped down to the floor together like that, Olivia hissing as his softening shaft slipped out of her. She sighed contently as she felt all of her tension begin to slip away, the anger in the pit of her stomach dissipating as her body came down from its high. She felt Elliot's fingers move to her chin and looked up at him just as he planted a soft, chaste kiss on her lips.

"Was that all right?"

There he was. She was wondering when her protector would come back to the surface.

"I knew it. Elliot Stabler, good ole Catholic boy, worried that he was too rough with me." She smirked. "Don't worry, I thoroughly enjoyed that. The handcuffs were a nice touch."

Elliot chuckled but was quickly silenced as she kissed him once again, deepening it, allowing her tongue to gently massage his. After all, he gave her what she needed. It wouldn't kill her to return the favor.

"Stay the night, take off the cuffs…we can do round two your way, however you want it." She propositioned as she nuzzled her nose against his.

Pushing her off of his chest, Elliot looked down at her, smirking.

"Who said I'm done with you? I didn't even get to taste you yet, Liv. And believe me, there's nothing I want more than to have you completely helpless as I pleasure you. The cuffs stay on."

Shivering, Olivia couldn't help but become aroused all over again at his dirty talk. A little voice in her head told he she was going to regret teasing him about his Sunday School ways…and god, she couldn't wait.


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