POLICEMAN BALL

In my mind this took place in season 1.

Elliot opened the door of the cab and stepped out, grabbing his partners hand and helping her out of the car. She smiled at his polite action and straightened her dress. Elliot watched her put her fingers through her shoulder length hair and pull her dress down. He wasn't used to seeing her in anything so revealing but tonight she was sporting her little black dress that went a few inches above her knees and showed off her amazing curves. Elliot put his arm around her and settled it on the small of her back, they took off walking towards the building.

Elliot opened the door to the building for her, pausing to take in the sight of her glorious ass while she stepped through the opening. He was lost in his thoughts when she turned around to see him almost drooling.

"El, close your mouth before you catch a fly," Olivia smirked, watching him blush. She often caught his eyes roaming her body and made jokes about it.

"Um, I'm sorry, Liv. It's just you look ravishing in that dress," Elliot observed. Now it was Olivia's turn to blush, she felt her face turn hot as he returned his hand to the small of her back but slightly lower this time. He never had a comeback for her comments. She wondered what had him feeling so brave tonight, maybe it was the two shots of tequila they had in her apartment before they left.

"Should we get drinks?" Olivia wondered out loud as Munch and Jeffries made their way over to the detectives.

"Just in time! Lets go get a shot," Elliot suggested to the group and everyone agreed.

"Were gonna need ten more to just get through this boring ass night!" Jeffries complained.

"Monique, glad you could make it!" Cragen remarked from behind them, causing them all to laugh.

"Sorry, Cap. You know I'm not big on these gatherings," Jeffries apologized as their captain ordered another round of shots for the detectives.

"Just so you guys can get through this boring ass night but please don't make a fool out of me!" Cragen laughed as he walked away. The group toasted to their captain and threw back the shot.

An hour and a few more shots later, the foursome sat at a table, laughing with each other and sipping their beers.

"I think we should have kept taking shots," Olivia announced, only slightly slurring her words.

"Liv, out of all the times I've ever been out drinking with you I haven't seen you take more than 3 shots," Munch revealed, smirking at the memories of a drunken Olivia doing karaoke a few weeks ago.

"And she had four tonight," Jeffries added.

"And we took two before we left her apartment," Elliot mumbled, afraid he'd have to deal with a sick Olivia later.

"Guys, I'm not a pussy!" Olivia said, slightly angry at her coworkers for thinking she was overly drunk. "I haven't even done anything stupid yet!"

"Lets keep it that way, babe. Unless you wanna come home with me," Munch laughed with a wink Olivia's way.

"Sorry, Munch, I got other plans for who I'm going home with," Olivia declared with a look Elliot's way, wanting to know if he understood what she meant. When he didn't react she thought of something. She slipped her foot out of her black stiletto heel and placed her foot in Elliot's lap. He gave her a questioning look as she rubbed her foot up and down his thigh.

Elliot eyes were locked on Olivia as she continued to tease him with her foot, he was thankful the tables had long tablecloths so no one would know what his partner was doing to him under the table.

Jeffries stood up grabbing everyones empty beers, offering to get new ones.

"I'll join you," Munch said, standing up and following his partner.

Olivia let out a small moan when her foot met his rock hard cock through his dress pants. She continued to tease him.

"Liv, you're drunk," Elliot told the brunette amused as he tried to move her foot before they had a mess on their hands.

"I'm also not wearing any panties," Olivia stated, winking at him as she voluntarily moved her foot from his lap.

"Babe, don't tell me that, we can't leave here for a few hours at least," Elliot replied, clearly frustrated.

"I'm your babe now?" Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You just tried to get me off with your foot and then tell me you aren't wearing panties, I think I can call you babe after that," Elliot answered, scooting his chair closer to hers. Olivia threw her beer cap under the table.

"El, I think I dropped something under the table. Could you get it?" Olivia asked with a look in her eyes Elliot never had the pleasure of seeing before. They were a darker brown than usual.

"Liv, if I go under that table, you're gonna be screaming and that can't happen here," Elliot replied, smirking when his response made her bite her lip.

"Please, El, I don't want to leave the cap I dropped down there for someone else to pick up."

Elliot found himself lifting the tablecloth and climbing under, clearly the alcohol was effecting him as well and not just his partner. He couldn't believe he was about to be so careless but lust had consumed his body and all he could think about was his partners wet pussy waiting for him under the table.

Elliot laughed as he looked around for the cap before turning to Olivia, spreading her legs. Under the dimly lit table he took in the beautiful sight before him, feeling his dick painfully strain against his pants. Elliot scooted her to the edge of her chair, and planted a long flat lick along her wet folds. She opened her legs further to him and he latched onto her clit, causing her to let out a low moan. He chuckled against her and continued to suck and lick her clit. He heard Olivia thanks the returning detectives for the beers and knew he didn't have much time. He connected his hot mouth back to her clit, flicking her bundle of nerves with his tongue and slammed two thick fingers into Olivia. She let out a loud moan as the other two detectives looked at her, with wide eyes.

"Fuck! Elliot just crushed my foot with his knee!" Olivia lied as Elliot emerged from under the table.

"I found the cap drunky pants over here dropped," Elliot smiled as he wiped his mouth.

"I'm not wearing pants," Olivia said, a little too sexily. Monique spit beer on the table, laughing.

"Oh my god! You were not!" Monique squealed as Elliot and Olivia's face turned red.

"What did I miss?" Munch asked, having no idea what was going on.

"He was," Monique stopped, thinking carefully what words to use and trying to suppress her laughter, "pleasuring her under the table."

"You horn dogs!" Munch said, laughing. "How long you two been fucking?"

"This is the first time anything has happened," Olivia muttered, embarrassed.

"And he goes straight to going down on you? He's a keeper, Liv," Monique said.

"I kinda started it, with my foot," Olivia said, laughing.

"I just hope no one saw Elliot go under the table or you making sex faces," Munch said. "Cap will kill you two."

"Oh, fuck!" Olivia voiced as she took as drink of her beer.

"I think you two should go finish what you started," Monique told them.

"Then we'd have to leave, we took a cap here," Elliot told his coworker.

"Heres my car keys, go have fun, just don't make a mess," Monique warned.

The couple looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"We'll cover for you," Munch added.

Elliot grabbed his beer, drinking the last few swigs then he grabbed Olivia's hand, dragging her towards the door. She was a little unsteady on her feet and Elliot wrapped his arm around her to help her. She began giggling uncontrollably.

"Whats so funny babe?" He questioned, finding her laughter contagious and joining her.

"I can't believe we're about to do this," she answered.

"What? Do you not want to?" Elliot asked her, suddenly serious.

"Babe, I want this more than anything. I've fingered myself pretending it was you fucking me so many times," Olivia confessed.

"What a coincidence. When I am getting myself off I imagine your lips around my cock," Elliot tells her in a hushed voice.

"Sneaking out early, you two?" Cragen asked, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"No, cap, Liv had a few too many shots and I was taking her to get some fresh air," Elliot answered for the both of them.

"Ah, whatever you say. Be safe," Cragen said with a wink. The couple continued walking until they reached the cool night air of Manhattan.

"Babe, I can't wait to fuck you," Elliot moaned into her ear as they walked to the car.

"I've wanted to since I first saw you," Olivia answered, pushing him up against the car and reaching for the button on his dress pants. She dropped down to her knees and freed his rock hard dick. Olivia looked up at him, licked her lips and took him all the way in the back of her throat, without breaking eye contact with him. His fingers were in her hair, guiding her mouth where he wanted her.

"I've dreamt about seeing your beautiful lips around my cock for so long, baby," Elliot moaned as she continued to swirl her tongue around the head of his penis.

Olivia looked into his eyes one last time as she took him all the way in her mouth, gagging only a little. She stood back up, smirking at him.

"You sure have talented lips," Elliot commented, smacking her on the ass. He unlocked the door and let Olivia crawl into the back seat. Her hands immediately finding their way to the buttons on his shirt. She began undoing them as fast as her fingers would allow.

"You know whats a little fucked up?" she asked.

"What, babe," Elliot answered, his fingers toying with her nipples through the thin fabric of the dress. "Is this dress the only thing between me and your naked body? You didn't wear a bra or panties? You dirty little girl," Elliot said between kisses he was planting on her neck.

"No bra, no panties, but you ate me out before and I gave you head before we had our first kiss" Olivia replied.

"That can be fixed," Elliot said as his lips grazed hers, he connected to her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. She opened her mouth more to the kiss and their tongues met, fighting for dominance. Olivia laid back and pulled Elliot between her legs. The kiss became more needy, more desperate. His fingers were going through her hair and she was pulling his shirt off his muscular shoulders.

Olivia broke the kiss and pulled his slacks down around his ankles.

"You waste no time, detective," Elliot mumbled as he kissed his way up her thighs. Her breathing became more rigid as he got closer to her core. She quickly became impatient and bucked her hips up try and connect with his tongue.

"Patience, babe," Elliot whispered against her pussy, blowing gently, causing her to moan slightly. She grabbed his head and aligned his mouth with her clit.

"Please, El," she moaned, needed him to pleasure her. He quickly dove into her, lapping away at her core. He inserted two fingers into her hot, wet center and curled them towards her g-spot.

"You taste so good, you drunk little slut," Elliot growled, slamming his fingers into her harder, he felt her inner walls tightening around his fingers.

"El, I'm gonna cum," Olivia screamed, her moans becoming frantic as he continued finger fucking her and flicking her clit with his tongue.

"Come for daddy," Elliot told her, sternly as she came all over his hand and face. He remembered what Monique said and quickly began cleaning her juices with his tongue.

Olivia grabbed the hand Elliot was using to finger her and brought his fingers to her mouth, sucking them into her mouth. She grabbed his face and brought him to her, kissing him. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and moaned into the kiss. When oxygen became an issue, they broke apart.

"You kinky little slut," Elliot said, almost positive he had just fallen in love with his partner.

"You have no idea, detective," Olivia replied as she lifted her dress off her, revealing her slim, toned body.

Elliot kissed her color bone, leaving dark hickeys. He moved down to her perky breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth. She arched into him, her hands in his hair.

"Fuck me now, daddy," Olivia moaned, guiding him to her entrance.

He entered her without hesitation, she screamed out in ecstasy. He gave her no time to adjust to the intrusion as he began fucking her hard.

"You're so tight, Liv," Elliot growled in her ear, biting on her ear lobe. She began meeting his thrusts. She caught his lips with hers and kissed him passionately.

"El, baby, fuck me harder," Olivia purred. Elliot flipped her so she was on all fours and he began fucking her hard from behind. His hand found its way to her clit and he pinched her bundle of nerves between her fingers. She met his hard thrusts, asking for more.

"I'm close baby, cum with me," Elliot moaned as he felt her walls tightening on him, he knew he couldn't last much longer with this amazing of a pussy.

"El, I'm cumming!" Olivia yelled, her moans turning into screams, her legs shaking, Elliot held her up so she didn't collapse.

"Me, too. Liv, where do you want me to cum?" He asked, frantic that they had forgotten a condom.

Despite Olivia's body being spent, still coming down from her most recent high and ready to collapse, she eased herself off his dick, and flipped around. She took him deep in the back of her throat and moaned. He looked at her wonderfully plump lips around his cock and couldn't hold it anymore. He came hard and in spasms in her mouth. Olivia swallowed it all, like a champ and then kissed him hard.

"Thanks for that, I haven't came that hard in a long time," Olivia told him after the broke the kiss.

"Hopefully we get to do it a lot more often," Elliot said, handing her her dress.

The drivers door of the car opened and Monique stepped inside.

"I'm not gonna lie, I came out here to be a look out, make sure no one saw you guys fucking, and I ended up watching. Wanna have some more fun?" Monique asked with a smile.

Olivia leaned forward and kissed the other detective, seductively.

"How about we go inside for a while before they wonder where we are then everyone comes back to my place for a nightcap?" Olivia asked, her fingers around Elliots rehardening shaft.