Thank you EOtopia for giving me the title for this random idea I had in my head for a little while now. Enjoy!
He's been back for almost a year and a half now - trying to navigate a whole new world again. The only thing that remains is that he is back in the same hemisphere as her. After his estranged wife had died she was there by his side.
Putting the pieces together, righting wrongs, helping him heal his wounds and looking the other way when he needed justice to shift in his grasp and tip in the favour of all that was good and right. They were back at it. Through the tragedy and the truths that left them both raw and changed forever they were working alongside each other in various capacities.
Elliot got to see Olivia as the leader he always knew her to be within. The captain, the one guiding her squad into battle for all thats right but its so different because she's a mom and seeing that side of her is also another layer of all that makes this so overwhelming and also so, so comforting.
It's also a major turn on if he was to be totally honest. He's no longer the most important or only man in her life and he's happy about that.
She protects him from afar and lets him have his space. She even tries to date and keeps her distance for a while but like always a case brings them closer.
It's unlike anything they've ever done.
She knows this just from the look he gives her when he takes her up to the rooftop of the precinct and speaks slow and low to her so she hears every single word. So there is no absolutely no needing to repeat it.
He tells her about a tip he got that he can't shake, that the limited info he was given is enough to absolutely get his attention and now he needs her help.
He isn't at liberty to say who it was that gave him the intel but it's from a source that he owes his life to, someone that would have no reason at all to fabricate or bring him into something that wasn't serious, that wasn't of the utmost urgency.
Sworn to secrecy he was shown a website that operates very similar to other social networking apps but is by invite only with government level security protection for its users.
Judges, finance giants, top medical experts, politicians and those on the social ladder with connections exclusive enough to buy over them all off and then some.
With a limited amount of openings every year he was told that they are seeking new members and the reason why this would be of interest would be that this club is also responsible for the largest smuggling ring in modern history.
The connections are embedded so deep and the higher you go the more dangerous it is, the secrets are deadly and come at a lethal price if exposed.
There is only one person he could ever trust with this mission and he trusts her with his life time and time again.
She is stunned when he explains to her what is going on.
"You can't get a couple of your guys on this? I'm not sure I have it in me to go under…again."
she sighs and looks to the floor.
"We aren't kids anymore, El" and it guts him but he knows he can protect her on this and he just needs an invite, an entry into that annual party and he can end this, end so much wrong and do it with her at his side.
"We would need to be going under as ourselves," he continues and can't even look at her but looks ahead to the endless buildings and rooftops around them. "We would be getting an approval based on a New York City Police Captain joining with her partner…Special Agent Stabler" he breathes out so slowly and quietly.
"We would have to get approved" be mumbles out fast.
She looks so lost and so unsure but passed the uncertainty he sees that fire in her eyes, the flame he knows could have never ever gone out after all these years. He is so fucking sure of himself and her because he feels the same for her.
"I need you on this, if we do this right that's it for me….for all of this..I want to walk away and think you should too..we could take the kids and.." She stops him, putting her hands up in defeat and looks like she could be sick or slap him - he isn't sure which one.
"This is so fucking reckless, Elliot. You won't even tell me who tipped you but you want us to get into some underground sex world? Are you listening to yourself? Jesus fucking christ, Elliot…how old are we Do you have any idea how stupid this is, we aren't in our thirties anymore, not even our fucking forties..." she is all fire now.
There she is he thinks to himself as she stalks towards him with anger in her eyes.
"Kids, women, drugs…this is where its all getting funnelled from, this is where the problem is….this is how we clean things up and can walk away…together" He says staring holes into her.
As she turns her back to walk away she stops and turns to him, hiding in her winter jacket.
"I'll be at your house at eight," she says before leaving and letting the heavy steel door slam behind her leaving him stunned.
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Olivia arrives to his house a half hour late. Between her nerves while packing her bag and the traffic on the way over it wasn't something she was worried about. He knew she was true to her word. She would be there for the case, for the victims always and for him, forever.
It was the shower before at her house getting ready to face this with him. Her nervous hands running over her body with shaking finger tips while she gets ready. To prepare for a case that could be the begin to the end for so many things. Justice and a chance at freedom.
She trusts him with her life so now all that's left is that she must trust him with her body is what she thinks to herself as she puts lotion on her bare legs before putting changing.
It really shouldn't be a big deal but it feels like it should be especially after a all they've been through.
This pushes them into another category and a whole new before and after that they can't come back from if gone all the way.
She packs her costume for the night which consists of a tight black dress. One where she has to wear a black strapless bra underneath and matching thong. He told her they had to take photos.
Ones that were going to be provocative.
Ones that were meant to entice.
She isn't sure what the site accepts or what Elliot is even thinking.
By the time she gets to his hotel he's already downloaded the app he tells her quietly when she walks into his suite.
She wants to die when she sees his unmade bed and a tripod.
He's in a crisp white button down and dark grey slacks. He has a thick silver watch on and long gone is his wedding ring.
"They want a few photos... one of the both of us and a couple solo shots...are you sure you want to do this?"
She doesn't say anything but puts her bag on the island of the bar in front of her.
He takes that as her acknowledgment, her undying acceptance he wishes he never had but thanks God for in all his prayers.
She is unzipping her bag and stops when he tells her he's already signed up for the app and that he needs a photo of her to upload and that they need to answer a series of questions and create a profile before they can go any further.
"We got to read them out-loud so we are on the same page. We could get split up and..." he's not the nervous one this time. Or he's just gotten a lot better at pretending and acting over the years than she has. Her nerves are wound so tight she feels nauseous.
"You want to do the pictures before the profile and questionnaire?" She asks him with her hands on her hips. Her wavy hair looking curlier than he's ever seen it. She looks worlds away from the woman he's known for half his life.
"Maybe the questionnaire first and if you still want to do it after that we can..." she glares at him with squinted eyes. Confusion plastered across her face. "Stop giving me an out, I told you I'm fine with this and will have you back on it why can't you let this be? I'm a big girl I think I can handle this..." then he shoots her a look that terrifies her. Stills her and silences her.
"Did you already look at the questions?" She whispers quietly as he looks at the floor. He nods quietly and takes a seat on the end of the bed and hangs his head.
She takes a seat next to him but on the other end of the bed while leaving space between them.
"Is that what you are worried about? It's a mission - you were undercover for years why is this so hard?" She whispers, looking ahead to see their reflection in front of her in the large mirror across from the bed. She can't believe they are here and this is what has transpired after so many ups and downs.
Two dark shadows in the room on a hotel bed filled with so many secrets and shared desires. There's just so much on the line and so many things they will face to face.
"We have to be truthful with this and...it's very personal some of that, is that okay with you?" He is speaking so cautiously and gently it terrifies her.
"Let's do the questions first and then we can take the photos. Do you have the app ready?" She asks and moves a little closer to his end of the bed.
He nods and pulls out his phone, opening up a black screen with very little text. He enters a six digit code and the screen disappears.
Moments later he gets a notification alerting sound and an email with a new link. He clicks and moves closer to her on the end of the bed. Trying to give her space but they have to do this together.
At first the questions are easy and pretty standard. Not much different between filling out any standard paper work.
Age, gender, relationship status...all easy. He fills here out along with his because it's all things he can easily answer.
She can barely swallow when she looks down at his phone to the next set of questions. Barely catching a glimpse she wants to look away and this just started.
"Body type..thin, athletic, curvy or voluptuous" he says out loud looking over at her lap from the corner of his eye.
He doesn't let her answer before she sees him checking off the last option. She feels so on edge and they haven't even started yet.
"Bra size?" He asks next.
"I thought this was a couples exercise where's your great inquisition?" She jokes but he can see her chest and neck is reddened. She's already nervous.
"Oh don't worry it's getting to me next.." he jokes and gives her a friendly nudge with his arm against hers. It's then she realizes how close they somehow got on the bed and somehow keep managing to sit closer and closer.
"I'm going to be doing a lot more than just finding out your measurements so just answer the question..." he softly demands in a whisper, he's looking at her now but she refuses to meet his eyes.
He's a lot more bold since he returned back into her life. Hardened by his time in the mob, his years living as another man and returning back to his old life riddled in tragedy. He left one family and joined another. He left his oath to the badge and traded it for an oath in blood.
He's unapologetic and rougher around the edges now and has no sort of concept of fear anymore. She runs to it.
"36DD.." she whispers as he types in the spot given to them.
"It's asking my body type too..okay.." he checks off muscular fit, average height and then stops and pauses his scrolling.
"What?" Olivia looks down at the phone near his lap that's being cradled his hands before she grabs it from him.
"Size in..inches" she whispers softly and hands him back the phone and gets up and goes to stand across from him with her back against the desk adjacent to the end of the bed.
Her face is warm. She needs a fucking drink she thinks to herself as she looks at his hands typing in the private details. Her hands nervously smooth down the sides of her dress against her hips.
"Have you ever had sex with a co worker?" He reads off, he can read her so well.
"You know my answer" she states simply and quietly.
He checks it off too and hands her back the phone. She doesn't pick at what his answer means, it's not her place anymore or ever actually but it still makes her feel funny.
"Favourite place you've had sex in public? The zoo, you?" She says and checks her answer off before waiting for his response.
"The zoo?" He looks over at her smirking. It's past the point of blushing now, it's flowing out of her now.
"It was with a guy I was seeing he had gone with an ex before and mentioned it to me and one day he took me there. He was married and it didn't last but...yeah it was the zoo.." she says looking at his lips then his lap before her eyes settle on the floor near his feet.
He doesn't know how to answer that. Olivia with some strange man, a married man at the zoo touching her and fucking her.
"Am I the only one answering this?" She says annoyed but also equally as amused.
"Bar bathroom..." he says easily but his mind is still stuck on her honest reveal. "What part of the zoo?" He whispers and looks down at her thighs, her legs crossed in the tight dress.
He can't stop looking at her. In her dress with flawless hair and make up with expensive perfume on so delicately he can barely smell it.
All for him and this mission.
The one they are putting everything in to at the hopes of one day walking away.
After all these years she trusts him so deeply and he finds it so incredibly attractive her devotion and complete surrendering.
The distance may have made it heightened if anything - the years spent away from her is when there must have been this transformation. He doesn't remember her this curvy, this busty or this bold either.
Her golden skin looks so dark in this dimmed light of his department issued suite. She is looking down at the phone and her brown golden hair is so loosely pinned back the curls around her face fall forward as she reads.
Her eyes wide but glossy. He's glad because he is taking in an eyeful of her thighs and long legs in that skin tight black dress meant to accentuate her incredible shape. He's not entirely sure he's ready for all this cover will entail.
"Are you a sub or dom?" She says as her eyes stay on the screen. Her thumbs hovering over the glowing glass.
"Dom...absolutely" he says so softly and quietly she can barely believe it. His answer isn't what surprises her it's his tone.
His truth.
"And you, Olivia?" He says quietly and gently.
Using her full name is making her want to cross her legs, to sit far away from him and put her jacket back on. She can't stop now. For the case of for her own curiosity she doesn't know which one has more influence over her flowing confessions. This is becoming more and more uncomfortable from a physical stand point that has nothing to do with her profession but with being a woman so attracted to a man.
"Submissive when the trust is there, the passion, everything else..I don't want to be in control in there..." she is referring to her bedroom, the sanctuary and its activities totally private and guarded until now. It makes him salivate at the thought. Olivia surrendering to him letting him orchestrate the pleasure at his will, at his hands and mouth and..
"Sometimes it's nice to be told what to do?" He whispers to her looking at her shaking fingers holding on the phone tight which puts the trembling to a stop.
She closes her eyes and nods.
He takes the phone from her hands softly and continues where they stopped. She's grateful for it.
"Have you ever had sex with same sex or would be willing to?"
"Yes," is all she will say. She's baring her soul to him and there won't be much left unturned after this.
"Yes you have or yes you would?" He says checking it off and looking at her side profile instead of the phone. He takes in the rise of her cheekbone the pout of her lips and the arch of her brows - she's stunning. He still finds himself very taken back by it all these years later and apart.
"Yes" she repeats again without further explanation and this time he can see she is looking away and is biting her lip.
She looks down at the next set of questions and her manicured nail stops scrolling. She walks over to the mini fridge and bends down to open it. His eyes are on her ass, her hips when she bends down with her back to him.
Olivia has a handful of mini bottles in her hand and goes to sit back down on the bed before he wordlessly hands her the phone to continue.