PHONE SEX
In my mind this took place in season 8, when Olivia is undercover.
He is not married to Kathy.
Olivia and Elliots relationship is a secret.
"Hey babe," she whispered in the phone, trying to keep her voice quiet enough so the sound didn't travel to through the paper thin walls. She had recently got out of the shower at this late hour because she couldn't sleep and decided to call Elliot. He should be getting home from work about now.
"Well, hello sexy. Hows being undercover?" he asked, his voice sounding like music to her ears.
"It's going good. How was work?" she asked, toying with the edge of her teeshirt.
"Boring without having you around to kiss whenever no one is looking and to have a quickie in the cribs and sleep next to me," Elliot told her, he was across the country walking into Olivia's apartment wishing the beautiful detective was next to him like she normally would be.
"Mmm, I miss you," she whispered, looking at the clock. 3:12 am. Damn, its late. Olivia thought. And, Elliot must have been thinking the same thing.
"Its late there, Liv, why you still awake?" he asked.
"Because I couldn't sleep," Olivia said, a hint of something Elliot can't quite name in her voice.
"And, why is that?"
"I'm extremely horny," she whispered into the phone, looking at her bare legs in the dim light of the small, dusty room.
"Oh, is that right?" questioned Elliot as he pulled his shirt over his shoulders and slipped off his work pants, laying down in bed.
"Baby," Olivia started. "What would you do to me if you were here?" she finished.
Elliot could hear the need in her voice, the desperation.
"Hmm, I think I'd throw you onto the bed and climb on top of you. Then I'd kiss my way down your neck and suck on that one spot you love so much. You know, the one right behind your ear," he said seductively.
"Yeah. What else?" she purred.
"I would lift your shirt over your head and take your nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while it hardened in my mouth. You'd arch your back up into me and I'd bite down, making you moan my name," Elliot growls into the phone. He heard Olivia's breathing change slightly, turning more aggressive. He wondered what she was doing right then, maybe toying at her nipples through her shirt, pinching them between her fingers imagining it was Elliot.
"Then what, El?" she asked, her voice cracking a little.
"Then I'd kiss my way down the rest of your body, licking your hard abs, sucking, leaving more love bites on my way down. I'd take off your panties and kiss my way up your thighs, I'd go slowly, teasing you. I'd make you squirm underneath me, I'd try to make the teasing last as long as I could but I'd get one looks at your glistening pussy and I'd feel my dick harden the rest of the way just from being so close to you," Elliot moaned.
"What are you doing right now?" Olivia asked, suggestively, slightly pulling up the hem of her teeshirt exposing her flat stomach and black lace panties.
"I'm stroking my dick thinking about your beautiful fucking lips around it, taking me deep in your throat and sucking the life out of me," Elliot growled, his right hand manually pleasuring himself and his left holding the phone talking to the brunette detective.
"I need you here, El, I am so wet," Olivia purrs, her hand traveling south under the elastic band of her Victorias Secret panties.
"Oh really? Tell me more," he demands.
"Well, I have a hand down my panties, and I'm rubbing my clit wishing I was sitting on your face," Olivia moans.
"Get out your vibrator, babe, I want you to use that on yourself and pretend that its me fucking you," Elliot says.
"Mmm, okay," Olivia whispers, reaching into her bedside table grabbing out the small but effective toy, she switched it on and positioned it before her entrance.
"Now, tease the clit a little," Elliot instructs her and she does.
"Ahhh," moans Olivia while the toy pulsates on her clit.
"Thats enough teasing, slide it in," Elliot says. "Fast," he adds.
Olivia wastes no time, she slammed the vibrating toy into her and lets out a scream for Elliot.
"Elliot, I need you here. I want bent over my kitchen counter and fucked hard. I want you to make love to me in the tub at home. I want fucked senseless on the dining room table and I really want to be handcuffed to our bed," Olivia tells Elliot, causing him to almost drop his phone and cum right there from her words.
"Holy shit, babe, when you get home, those things are happening right when you walk through the door," Elliot growls into the phone, picking up the pace with his hand.
"I'm really sick of using my fingers, I miss your perfect cock deep inside me," Olivia whispers.
"Babe, go faster. Put your phone on speaker so you can rub your clit, too."
"Alright, you're on speaker. And I am giving my clit special attention. Although, my fingers aren't half as good as your tongue," Olivia moans into the phone as her legs twitch and she pumps the toy deeper inside her.
"Imagine me on top of you, fucking you hard, my hand in your hair, our tongues fighting for dominance, you moaning my name," Elliot chokes out.
"O-oh El-ll-liot I need y-yo-ou to be here," Olivia stated, her words barley understandable, her breathing rigid.
"I know you're trying to be quiet, but babe, I need to hear you cum, I want to hear you scream my name like you do when I am fucking you," Elliot whispers between small moans.
"El, the-e walls are too t-thin here, people will he-ear me," Olivia stuttered, clearly getting close to her release.
"Liv, cum for me, I'm ready when you are. Do you even know how fucking sexy it is that you c-called me because you're horny and wanted me to talk dirty to you?" Elliot questions.
"Mmm, next time you'll be getting a picture of th-his wet pussy, m-maybe then you'll fly here and fuck me yourself," Olivia moaned, feeling her inner walls tighten around the toy as her fingers still worked her clit in a firm figure eight motion.
"Oh, what I would give to see tha—" Elliot starts but was cut off by the sound of Olivia's scream.
"Oh, Elliot, I'm cumming!" She screamed, trying to suppress her moans with a pillow but not succeeding. "Ahhhhh, fuckkkk!"
"Liv, I love you," Elliot moaned as he rode out his orgasm. A second wave of pleasure hot Olivia as she continued yelling Ellliots name. The line was quiet for a few minutes as the separated couple caught their breath and settled down.
"El, that was the best orgasm I've ever given myself. And, I've given myself a lot over the years," Olivia told him quietly, her breathing more controlled now.
BANG BANG BANG
"Jesus! Persephone! Stop having wet dreams about Elliot in there!" yelled a womans voice from outside the door. Olivia's hand shot up to her mouth to suppress her laughter. "And in the morning you're definitely telling me who the fuck Elliot is!" she held her breath until she heard the footsteps leading away from her room and down the hall.
"What was that?" Elliot questioned.
"Just my friend telling me to stop having wet dreams about Elliot," Olivia whispered, nonchalantly.
"Did I blow your cover Liv?" Elliot questioned in a serious tone.
"No, babe, when we got into this altercation with the police a while ago, I was at the hospital and I was moaning your name in my sleep. She's been asking about you ever since," Olivia answered.
"Oh, having wet dreams about me, are you Detective Benson?" asked Elliot in a seductive tone and his words traveled right between her legs.