Olivia walked through the precinct like a zombie, not really focusing on anything and not really knowing where she was going. She heard the soft buzz of conversations and noise from the busy streets right behind the brick walls. Sleep deprivation and hunger were consuming her thoughts. Before she realized where she was going she found herself in the locker room, staring at Elliot's locker.
Dammit, she had been so pissed at him today, pissed enough that she said things she regretted before he had the chance to process them and wished she could take back. Olivia was sure she would never forget the look on his face, like she'd just slapped him. He only let his reaction be known for a second then he took off right after she said that horrible thing and hasn't came back since.
Olivia opened his locker and looked at his belongings. She found his old, worn, thinning light grey NYPD tee-shirt in the bottom, under some papers and she picked it up. She brought it to her nose and inhaled his scent, manly and intoxicating.
She placed the shirt down on the bench and stripped off her clothes, knowing she would not be able to fight off sleep for much longer but wanted to wash away all the bad from the horrible day. She stepped into the showers and turned on the one closest to her. The cold spray made her catch her breath and she felt her nipples harden immediately. She groaned when the cold water didn't turn warm but was thankful for the boost of energy it gave her.
Olivia turned off the water and moved to the next foucet. This one warmed almost instantly and she smiled, gratefully. She let the water run over her face and then through her hair before she shampooed it. Olivia turned toward the door, thinking she heard it squeak but she didn't see anyone so she went back to caring for her hair.
Five minutes later she was grabbing her towel and drying off her olive toned skin. She put some lotion on her face and threw the shirt of Elliot's over her damp body. She walked bare foot to the sleeping area.
Olivia picked her favorite cot and laid down on it, thankful the cribs were empty and almost everyone had gone home for the night, meaning she didn't feel the need to put on her sweats, it was a warm night and the precinct didn't have the best air conditioners. She picked up her cell from the mattress and dialed El's number.
She pressed the phone to her ear and listened as it rang. Once, twice, three, four time before his voicemail picked up.
"This is Stabler. I'll get back to you when I can."
"El, please come back. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean a word I said. I love you," Olivia hung the phone up quickly. Shit. She thought. I just told him I loved him.
Olivia sat on the cot, trying to catch her breath, she put her head between her knees, trying to control her sudden wave of nausea. She looked up when she heard the door creak open.
"Elliot!" She smiled, jumping up from the cot to greet him. His expression was blank, giving off no hints of how he was feeling. She wrapped her arms around him before she remembered the only thing she was wearing was his old holy NYPD teeshirt. She tried to ignore the fact that her nipples were extremely hard and he had to be noticing it, too. She also tried to ignore the fact that his body was hard and muscular, just like every other time she hugged him, but this time was different, she had very little covering her. It was like she could feel so much more of him without the confinement of her clothes. Olivia just took the moment to breath in his scent and run her hand through his hair.
"I didn't mean what I said earlier, I'm so sorry," she whispered, maybe a little to close to his ear and the sweet spot on his neck. She watched as her hot breath took its effect on his body and goose bumps formed on his skin and the hair on his neck stood up.
"I know, Liv, I heard your voicemail," Elliot sighed, "I'm sorry, too."
He pulled her back, and looked deep into her eyes. He placed his hand on her cheek, and used his other hand to brush some fallen hair out of her eyes. He slowly leaned into her and lightly grazed his lips against hers. Elliot rested his forehead on hers and left his hands on each of her cheeks.
"El," Olivia whispered, before she moved her head to the side and latched her lips to his neck. She placed small licks and kisses on his skin, leaving love marks and bites. Her hands found their way to the hem of his shirt and began pulling it from its home buried beneath his jeans that fit just right, lifting it over his head and discarding it across the room. Her hands skimmed this fresh skin and she bit her lip to suppress her moan.
Elliot placed his hands on her hips and reconnected their lips to one another. Olivia deepened the kiss and moaned into his mouth. She began fumbling with his belt and his firm hands wandered from her hips up to her breasts. He toyed with her hard nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"This shirt never looked this good on me, babe, but I can't wait to see how good it looks on the floor next to mine," Elliot said, easily with a laugh before he lifted it over her head, revealing her naked, toned figure. His breath hitched in his throat as he drank her in, wanting to ravish her until the end of time.
"It's not polite to stare, Stabler," Olivia laughed but making no attempts to cover herself, in fact she did a little spin for him, making sure he could see every inch of her.
"It's not polite to tease," Elliot answered, his eyes glossing over with lust as he reached forward for her and grabbed by the arm and led her to the cots. He gently pushed her down so she was lying on her back and he trailed his fingers up and down her long, luscious legs. Elliot spaced her legs slightly apart and continued to run his fingers up and down her thighs, making her blood run wild with anticipation. He began tracing his hand toward her inner thigh, and she once again bit her lip, waiting for his next move. He let his hand linger there, making slow circles with his fingers lightly brushing her skin.
"El, I meant what I said, in the voice mail," Olivia said, her eyes filled with not only lust but also all the love she felt for him. Her voice was small, but meaningful and he brought his lips to hers for a searing kiss. He dipped his fingers a little lower, without warning and made contact with her clit. Olivia moaned in response and Elliot felt his dick stiffen.
"Baby, you are so wet," Elliot stuttered as he sunk his long, thick middle finger into her, making her squirm and arch toward him, up off the bed. He began curling and twisting his finger all while pumping it into her at a pace incredibly slow and he managed to rub her clit with his thumb without his eyes ever leaving hers. She bit at her now swollen bottom lip to stifle the moans she was holding back.
"I need you, now. Make love to me," Olivia whispered, her beautiful brown eyes, closed from the pleasure of his finger. Elliot slid his finger out of her and sucked it into his mouth, then giving her a grin.
"Get on your stomach, Liv," he told her, his voice deep. She eagerly did what she was told and he quickly took his belt off then lightly whipped her glorious, round ass with it. Olivia cried out in pleasure, begging for more, harder this time, she pleaded. Elliot wasted no time as he cracked his belt down again on the other side of her ass. He had never seen a more beautiful sight, his partner, on her knees and forearms before him, legs spread, wonderful view of her now reddening ass, and her glistening, tight, pink pussy with her arousal dripping down her thighs.
"I'm ready for you, daddy," Olivia moaned, putting her weight on one forearm and snaking the other between her thighs as she began rubbing her clit, giving him a show. Elliot took the moment to watch, afraid he might cum just from the sight and sounds she was making but he regained control and unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them down his legs along with his boxers.
Olivia watched with eyes as wide as her grin as his rock hard, long, thick erection sprang free. She licked her lips, inviting him in. He walked up behind her and teased his dick between her lips and slightly pushed the tip of his penis inside her. But just as quick as it was there, he took it away, much to her disappointment.
Elliot wasted no time as he quickly flipped Olivia onto her back and pinned her arms above her head. He help them there with one hand and used the other to place her legs onto his shoulders. He looked her in the eyes once again as he entered her, fast and hard. She hardly had time to adjust to his intrusion before he began his thrusts. Olivia continued to bit her lip that was now bleeding, but she didn't care, the last thing she wanted was her screams attracting unwanted attention and causing them to be interrupted.
"Liv, I love you," Elliot moaned, as he continued to pound into her fast and hard. She couldn't have responded if she wanted to, the pleasure in her body was too deep, she was seeing stars and she felt as though he was penetrating her soul. Their bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat and Olivia was now having a hard time trying to keep her soft whimpers, soft whimpers. They were now more like muffled screams, due to the fact that Elliot had placed his hand over her mouth.
"Right there! Don't stop!" Olivia moaned into his neck when he moved his hand. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she tried to squirm away from this over load of pleasure. He let go of her wrists and she immediately began clawing at his back. She felt something she had never quite felt before, rising inside her. He was repeatedly hitting her g-spot, as per her request and she couldn't think straight.
"You are so tight, baby, I can't last much longer," Elliot said, out of breath, but never losing his pace or her spot.
"Elliot, I'm coming," she screamed, before he had a chance to stop her. As soon as the words flew out of her mouth, he covered hers with his in a deep, primal kiss. Her walls clenched down on his dick, bearing him unable to move and her orgasm took over like a hurricane. He muffled her screams with his mouth and felt his release coming when her walls tightened ever more around his cock. This was unlike any clitoral orgasm she had ever had. This was more powerful, more intense, more pleasure. She felt as though her orgasm lasted forever, but she knew it was just the fact that she had two major orgasms and a few smaller ones right in a row.
She lay under Elliot, trying to catch her breath, a smile on both of their faces, sweat drenching their bodies. She was still coming down from her high when she felt him harden inside her.
"El, baby, I can't go again, it'll kill me. But, I have a solution," Olivia smirked, quickly forgetting how much she needed sleep as desire took over her body. She pushed him up off of her and flipped him around onto his back, she climbed on top of him and began kissing her way down his body, from his nose, his lips, his jaw, his neck, his collar bones, his chest, his abs, his pelvic bone, to his erect shaft. She looked up at him before she took him all in her mouth to the back of her throat, he stared at her, wide eyed as she gave him magnificent head. His hands found their way to her hair and he helped her go at the pace he wanted. He watched as his partners plump lips sucked up and down lis long, thick shaft, and he realized just how long he'd waited for this fantasy to become reality.