Chapter 12
I know I say this EVERY time, but thank you to those who took the time to comment and pm me. It really keeps me going, especially when I run into writer's block.
Pelican Point Resort & Spa: Olivia's Room– 10:19 a.m.
Elliot let out a long sigh. He could almost feel her hair tickling his thighs as she settled between his legs. He felt her finger nails scraping along the tops of his thighs, and her wet tongue swirling over his hip bones. He could feel her inching closer to his dick, which was standing at the ready for whatever she had planned. Elliot wasn't a stranger to a dream about his partner. He had woken up many times in their partnership, bothered by a dream starring the one and only. Even since they had started dating, he often dreamed of her. Not all dreams were R-rated, but most were. This dream was the most vivid he had had in a while. He could feel her hot breath on the tip of his penis. He knew this dream might be dangerous, sleeping so close to her. Elliot felt her lips place a soft kiss on his tip, before wrapping around his girth and taking his length into her mouth. Elliot's head spun, his breath quickened and he knew that he needed to wake from this dream before he embarrassed himself. His hips thrust back and forth wildly in his dream, wanting a release and wanting her to give it to him. It wasn't until he felt his tip hit the back of her throat and heard her let out a small gag that he realized it wasn't a dream.
Elliot's eyes snapped open. The room was bright with morning sun and he was void of all covers. Olivia was kneeled between his legs, his length in her mouth and her head still.
"Liv … I .. uh," Elliot tried to steady his hips, but her tongue continued to torcher the base of his shaft.
"Mmm..aaa." Olivia mumbled, her mouth full.
"What?"
Olivia's head came up and she released him from her mouth. "Move. El."
Without another word, she took his length back into her mouth, halfway down his shaft. She wiggled her tongue around his tip and hummed against him when his hips started to thrust. Her own moans egged him on. Elliot felt his tip going deeper and deeper as his hips twitched upwards.
"God. Liv." Elliot grunted.
Olivia brought her head up again. She sat back on her knees and stared him down. "What were you dreaming about?"
Elliot's eyebrows lifted. "You."
"Really? What was I doing?" She teased the base of his shaft with her fingers.
"Well," Elliot wasn't sure if he was willing to take the risk in telling her.
"Well? C'mon? Tell me El. Tell me why I woke up to … this," She ran her tongue along the underneath of his length, "this morning."
It wasn't the first time that she'd woken up to his hard member poking against her, but it was the first time she had asked about it.
"You were … on your knees."
Olivia sat back on her heels, "Like this?"
"Uh .. yeah."
"And where were you?"
"I .. uh I was standing in front of you."
"Care to show me?"
Elliot stood cautiously, not taking his eyes off her face. She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, and scanned her eyes over his strong body.
"Keeping going El. I want you to show me what we were doing." Olivia smiled up at him, making sure to reassure him that she was into it.
Seeing her peeked nipples, flushed chest, and bitten lip made Elliot feel emboldened. He took a step closer to her. He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face. He gathered it in his fist at the base of her neck. On cue, Olivia grabbed the base of his length in her hand, and slid her lips over his tip. Elliot's hips jerked towards her. She dropped her hand back down to the bed and relaxed her jaw. Elliot thrust gently, cautiously. Detecting his hesitation, Olivia pushed her body forward until her nose met his abdomen, and his tip hit her throat. Elliot let out a deep groan and his grip tightened on her hair. Olivia looked up at him, catching his eyes and encouraging him. Seeing her big brown eyes looking up at him while he was buried in her throat was all the encouragement he needed. He brought his other hand to her head, holding it in place, and then started thrusting his hips. Olivia's moans and gags radiated through his body and he felt his release nearing quickly. He thrust a few more times before pulling back all the way. Olivia took control, wrapping her hand around the base of his length and her lips around his tip.
Elliot's orgasm hit him in waves. First, he trembled, then his hips jerked uncontrollably, and finally his body tensed, every muscle seizing, while Olivia caught each drop of his cum. She continued her motions slowly, waiting for him to come down from his high. When his body finally relaxed, she dipped her mouth and came up, releasing him with a pop.
She smiled up at him, "That must've been one hell of a dream."
"Yeah," he laughed, "It really was. How did I get so lucky?"
"I'm not sure," She grinned. She placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Olivia moved back and settled under the blankets. She lifted them to let him in and felt herself wrapped in his arms.
"Last day." Elliot stated.
"This is why I never take vacations." Olivia said into his chest, "The last day is always so sad."
"This isn't nearly as bad as our honeymoon will be."
"Honeymoon?" Olivia looked up to him.
Elliot smiled down at her, "Yeah. You know, Mexico. Maybe Paris, or Barcelona. One day. I hope."
Olivia placed a kiss on his lips, "I hope so to."
Elliot's alarm broke their playful lips. Olivia groaned in disgust and leaned up, straddling his abdomen. His hands resting on her hips, hers on his chest. Eyes connecting, and smiles all to telling.
Pelican Point Resort & Spa: Conference Room 2:51 p.m.
"Well, I am incredibly grateful for the team I have, and I couldn't be prouder of the incredible detectives they have become." Cragen said, clearing the emotions from his throat.
The group nodded their acknowledgments in his direction. The group session was coming to an end, and after discussing the strengths and challenges that they faced working as a team, the detectives were sharing their gratitude with each other. Munch had given a surprisingly sincere thanks to the group for putting up with his conspiracies, and Fin had returned his remarks by admitting that John's paranoia has often led to finding certain pieces of information they may have missed otherwise. Olivia thanked the group for never shutting her down when she had a gut feeling, but always showing her other possibilities, and Elliot thanked the team for their patience and addressed his tendency to bottle things up until they explode. Promising to try and work through his frustrations before they become too much, Elliot locked eyes with Olivia, telling her that he promised this while on the job, and not.
Giving their final remarks, the NYPD detectives left their final session feeling relieved. It felt bittersweet, knowing they wouldn't have to sit down with the counsellor again, but also knowing that their trip was quickly coming to an end. Olivia and Elliot joined Fin and other officers at the mineral pool shortly after their session. The pool water, concentrated with minerals, felt thick, and allowed for zero effort buoyancy. Olivia laid on her back, feeling the water support her body on the surface of the water. The warmed pool blurred the lines between where her skin ended and the water began. Her breath deepened and she felt herself drifting to that wonderful place between sleep and awake. She could hear others in the pool, but wasn't paying attention to the details of their words. She felt her body – muscles, joints, and bones – shifting and relaxing. She felt a few small pops in her spine and felt her hips relax as her body sorted itself out.
She felt her meditative state melt away as warm hands cupped the soles on her feet and thumbs pushed into her arches. The hands worked their way to her heels, and then up her ankles to her calves. Knowing the risk was too large to have him continue, Olivia pushed her arms down and engaged her core, bringing her feet back under her. She opened her eyes and came face to face with soft blue eyes. She looked around and noticed that they were alone.
"Where did everyone go?" She asked.
"To their rooms to get ready for supper." Elliot nodded towards the door.
"Already? What time is it?" Olivia asked worriedly.
"Only 4:30." Elliot said calmly.
"4:30? I've been floating … for an hour already?"
Elliot smiled and nodded, "It looked like it was a good one."
"Yeah, I think I fixed my back from the paintball war." She smiled, stretching her arms above her head.
Elliot's eyes dragged down her torso to where the water met her waist, "I might be able to help you with any further … adjustments."
Olivia snorted and rolled her eyes, "You really are something Mr. Stabler."
"I like to think so." He smiled back. As she walked passed him, she stopped to place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. She linked her fingers through his and pulled him gently towards the stairs. Elliot and Olivia pulled on their white robes and headed back to their rooms.
"See you in a bit?" Elliot asked as they stopped at her door.
"In a bit." Olivia answered, giving his hand a squeeze.
He watched her disappear into her room and sighed lightly.
Elliot showered off the salty film that was left by the pool. He felt a small knot sitting in his stomach, knowing that in less than 12 hours, they were going to have to face reality again, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that.
Pelican Point Resort & Spa: Olivia's Room 5:32 p.m.
Elliot let himself into Olivia's room. He could smell a mixture of steam and Olivia's date night perfume hanging in the air. The bathroom door was open a crack and he could hear her humming along the too music coming from her phone.
"Hey Liv, you almost ready?"
"Shit!" Elliot heard something drop to the counter. "What time is it?"
"Past 5:30."
"I'm not ready!"
"Okay, I can wait. I'm sure it's no big deal!" Elliot said moving to the bed.
He could hear Olivia frantically rummaging through her makeup bag.
"Why don't you go down Elliot and meet up with the guys. I'll be ten minutes max!" Olivia yelled from the bathroom.
"Okay. You sure? I don't mind waiting."
"Yeah! Head down! We have to keep our cover up!" He heard Olivia giggle, "Especially after four days of close calls. I'll be searching for you, and my glass of red wine, when I get down there."
Elliot chuckled, "Red wine. Got it! See you in a bit!"
Pelican Point Resort & Spa: Banquet Room 5:39
Elliot spotted Cragen as he entered the dining room. Cragen stood with the Boston chief near an appetizer display. The Banquet Room had been set up with large round tables covered in white linen table cloths and short floral center pieces. Similar to the restaurant on the level below, the Banquet Room had two full walls of windows looking out to the forest on the West and the lake to the South. Officers conversed spread amongst the tables, the bar, appetizer displays, and on the edge of a large wooden dance floor. Men and women, dressed in suits and formal wear, laughed and toasted to the recent memories made and new found friends as they moved around the room greeting one another.
"Don't worry, I'm still the best looking detective here."
Elliot spun his head to his left. Munch stood beside him, a smirk residing in the middle of his face. Elliot shook his head and extended his hand to his colleague, "Never doubted it John."
John laughed and gave Elliot's hand a firm shake, "Where's the rest of our good looking crew?"
"Caps talking to his… friend, from Boston." Elliot smirked, watching his boss laughing at something his female company had said, "I haven't seen Fin or Olivia yet."
"Well, I need a drink. Fairly strong. You want one?" John offered.
"Yeah, I'll join you."
They made their way over to the bar where they met up with a few of the local RCMP officers.
"I'll get a rum and coke please, and …" Munch looked to Elliot.
"Another rum and coke and a glass of red, whatever you have."
Munch looked at Elliot, "Double fisting. Very nicely done Stabler."
Elliot laughed, "I figured I better get Olivia a drink, if she's ready before this thing is over!"
Munch smirked.
Grabbing their drinks, Elliot and John found joined the RCMP officers in a conversation regarding the recent gun law protests. Fin joined them shortly after and the group moved their conversations back to the tables when the MC gave a five-minute warning.
Elliot had just found his spot with Munch and Fin when a mixture of silence and whispers drew his attention. He glanced up to see the detectives at the table in front of him focused on the back of the room. Elliot noticed a few other detectives were also fixed on the same area so he turned his head to see what had captured their attention. Of course.
Elliot's eyes locked onto her as soon as she came into view. Olivia stood near the Banquet Room Doors, looking for her squad. Her eyes connected with Elliot's and he saw a small smile dance across her lips, before she dropped her gaze to the floor. Her right hand grabbed the skirt of her dress and lifted it slightly as she strutted over to the table. Elliot wasn't absolutely sure, but it seemed as though she was walking in slow motion, purposefully swinging her hips and adding extra bounce for her chest. Elliot's eyes started at the silver peep toed heels that peeked out from under the black fabric with each step. Soft, flowing material hung from her knees and clung to her thighs and hips. The fabric continued to hug her waist, except for the two small cutouts on each side of her torso. The black fabric struggled to contain her breasts, which strained against the sweetheart neckline. Thin black straps teased her shoulders, and Elliot knew the two straps were no match for his hunger. Elliot's eyes worked higher, catching her brunette curls bouncing on her shoulders and two smokey eyes that single handedly threatened to expose their secret.
"Pick your jaw up man." Fin whispered behind Elliot.
Elliot snapped his head back to the table. His coworkers continued to take in Olivia until she had reached the table.
"Miss Benson, you look beautiful." Munch said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, "as always."
Olivia smiled and squeezed his hand, "Thank you John. You are looking quite handsome yourself!"
"Told you!" Munch said looking over his glasses at Elliot. Olivia made her way to an empty seat, sitting across from Elliot and in between Cragen and Munch. Elliot struggled to compose himself. He did manage to grab her wine glass and pass it across the table without dropping it, even after her finger tips danced across his.
Supper was served and enjoyed by all. Well, all but one. Elliot was sure that his supper had been delicious, but his mind was elsewhere. He watched Olivia talking to Cragen, and Munch, and Fin, and even a few officers who had come over to speak with her. Elliot kept his gaze locked on her, but dared not speak for fear that he would say something that couldn't be unheard by his coworkers and boss.
After supper and a few thank-you's had been given to the officers and hotel staff, the lights dimmed and the DJ increased the volume of the music. Officers wandered back to the bar, looking for a little more courage before they could hit the dance floor. Fortunately, with some oldies and a few drinks, their courage came quickly. Quite a few showed that they could still Cabbage Patch, Shopping Cart, and Carlton like the good ol' days and this spurred on others to join in. Munch and Don had joined their new-found friends for conversation, leaving Fin, Elliot and Olivia at the table.
"Liv! Get out there and show 'em how it's done." Fin said motioning to the Electric Slide showdown occurring in front of them.
"Yeah, no amount of liquid courage could be enough for that!" She chuckled.
"You chicken?" Fin eyed her dangerously.
"Not going to happen." Olivia stared back intensely.
Fin held his hands up in surrender, "Fine! Your loss! I'm going to grab another drink, either of you want anything?"
Elliot held up his hand to signal he was fine.
"I wouldn't mind another glass of red." Olivia smiled.
"You got it."
As Fin left, Olivia looked back to Elliot. She smiled, resting on her forearms on the table and tilting her head. Just as she was about to speak she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Mike standing with his hand out.
"Miss Benson, would you honour me with this dance." He said with a dramatic bow of the head.
Olivia looked back to Elliot. He smiled, finding her situation amusing.
"I, uh, I'm not a very good dancer." Olivia said, hoping his request would disappear.
Instead he grabbed her hand, "Good, because neither am I."
Mike led Olivia out to the dance floor, where a few other officers danced slowly to the current song. Mike took her hand in his, and placed his other hand respectfully on her upper back.
Elliot smirked and tried to push his jealousy aside, but it was putting up quite the fight. He watched them sway gently, talking, laughing occasionally. As their positioned changed, Mike's back was to Elliot and he could see Olivia's face. She was listening to something Mike was saying and smiled as his sentence came to a resolution. A soft grin transitioned into a wide smile as her eyes moved from Mike's to Elliot's.
"Go get her." Fin said sitting down.
"What?" Elliot said breaking his eye contact with Olivia.
"Go dance with her man! Go get your woman!" Fin pumped his fist in the air.
"I, uh. We shouldn't" Elliot stuttered.
"C'mon man. Don't be careful now. You guys didn't seem to care too much the past couple days! Besides, when else will you have the opportunity to dance with your girl in front of the boss. Huh?" Fin shook his head.
Elliot considered his friends words. He was right. At least they had an excuse for being close. It would be rude to not ask his partner to dance.
As the song came to an end, Olivia and Mike excited the dance floor. As Olivia reached the table, the next song came on. Both Elliot and Olivia looked up to meet eyes recognizing the song instantly.
May 2nd, 2018 – 3:41
Elliot sat in the car waiting for Olivia to return from the bodega. They had been on stake out for five hours with no resolve or action of any sort. They agreed that they would stay for another hour before heading back to Olivia's place to get some sleep. Elliot heard a familiar song come on the radio and turned up the volume dial, humming along.
"Her day starts with a coffee,
Ends with a wine,
Takes forever getting ready
So she's never on time for anything.
When she gets that come get me look in her eye
Well it kind of scares me
The way that she drives me wild
She drives me wild."
Olivia opened the door, passing Elliot his coffee and then sliding into the passenger seat. As she closed the passenger door she let out a sigh.
"This song AGAIN." Her hand moved to the radio, in hopes of finding another station that didn't repeat songs as much as this one. Just as she reached the dial, Elliot's hand grabbed hers and pulled it away.
Olivia looked at him, "Oh. Don't tell me this is your favorite song." She teased.
"It is." Elliot said quietly.
"Really El?"
He nodded.
"When was the first time you heard this song?"
"Tonight."
"So how can it be your favorite song already."
"Because," He said, turning to look into her eyes, "It reminds me of you."
Elliot grabbed her hand and led Olivia to the dance floor in time for the chorus. His arm stretched out and then slowly pulled her in, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against his body. They swayed together slowly.
"Beautiful
Crazy
She can't help but
Amaze me.
The way that she dances
Ain't afraid to take chances
And wears her heart on her sleeve.
Yeah she's crazy
But her crazy's beautiful to me."
Knowing eyes were on them, they were cautious. Hands stayed in the friend zone, but they both knew their bodies had crossed the line. Hoping that the free bar and dim lighting were working in their favor, both savored the time they had, holding each other, listening to a song that continued to hold meaning for their relationship, as partners, and significant others.
The song that I used was Beautiful Crazy by Luke Combs. I love this song and I really wanted to use it, so I hope it wasn't too confusing switching between past and present. It looks like next chapter will be the last for this story. I have had an incredible time writing it, so I'm sad to see it coming to an end, but I know that I will find another story to fill the void.