*Elliots POV*
Oh my fuck… Did I, Elliot Stabler, just tell the love of my life that I was going to take her home and make love to her? I have never wanted anything quite like I've wanted Olivia, to kiss her, to be inside her, make her scream my name, please her, make her mine, give her so many orgasms. I feel my dick start to strain against my slacks as Olivia whispers to me something about getting out of here and she takes my hand then leads me outside while our friends are high fiving and whistling behind us.
We hardly get out of the bar door and I tug on Olivia's arm, forcing her to turn around. I gently pushed her up against the brick building and my hands find their way to each side of her face. My lips crash into hers and my tongue licks her bottom lip, begging her for entrance.
She eagerly accepts my invitation and opens her mouth, our tongues fighting for dominance. Her hands are on my hips and mine are traveling through her hair. I gently tug with my right hand and Olivia moans the sexiest moan I have ever heard into my mouth. My dick stiffens from the noise she just made and it pushes into her. She notices immediately and she kisses me harder.
"God, I could fuck you right here and not care who watched," Olivia whispered in my ear and my breathing hitched.
"You have no idea how hard you make me," I tell her back.
"I think I have an idea," she giggles as she runs her hand across my cock and it stiffens even more.
I decide I've had enough fucking around with this woman, if I don't get her home soon, I'm going to end up fucking her right here. She seems to have the same idea because she grabs my hand and says "my place, now."
She takes off walking in a direction and I follow close behind, hoping she isn't too drunk to remember where her apartment is. We walk for what seems like forever but I check my phone and it's only been ten minutes.
"Liv?" I ask.
"Yeah, El?" she coos, turning her head to look at me.
"Are you drunk? Not drunk, because I know you're drunk but like really drunk. Will you remember all this tomorrow?" I say, she stops walking and looks into my eyes. She takes my hands in hers and I am in awe of her beauty. Her dark eyes, olive skin, long brown hair, plump breasts, distinctive collar bones, everything about this woman is perfect.
"Elliot, I am more drunk than I have been in a long time. No, I doubt I will remember this tomorrow and its a shame because its all I have ever wanted," she says as she looks away, tears forming in her eyes.
"Don't cry, Liv. I'm drunk too, I probably won't remember this either. But I can promise you, I am not leaving. You're stuck with me now because I can not lose you."
She wipes her eye and turns back around, walking in the direction of her apartment. Fuck, I think as she stumbles and then laughs, she really is drunk.
We make it up the stairs and enter her building. She pulls out her keys and unlocks the door and leads me to the elevator.
I hit the 'up' button and she pulls me into the elevator when the door opens. She pushes me up against the wall of the elevator before i know whats happening, her lips are on my neck and her hands are fumbling with the button on my pants. For a moment I let her struggle and enjoy the mark that is forming on my neck.
The elevator door dinged as it opened and Liv made no attempt to stop.
"Liv, honey, lets take this to your apartment," I whisper to her.
She pouts but obeys and takes a step out of the elevator and loses her balance. I grab her arm and hold her up. I smile at how perfect she is even when she is drunk out of her mind. She stops in front of a door I'm assuming is hers, grabs her keys from her purse again and fumbles with the lock a few times. Finally, I hear it click and the door opens. We enter and my hands find her hips right away. I bring her to me and she giggles at the force I use.
"Mmm, you like it rough, babe?"
"I like it rough, but I love it when you call me babe," she says back as she pulls her shirt off, leaving her only wearing a see through black lace bra and dark wash jeans that hug her wonderful hips. Her flat stomach has goose bumps forming and I wonder if its because she's cold or because she is turned on. I take another moment to stare at her beautiful body and I can literally feel my dick pulsing. God, this effect she has on me is amazing. I've never been turned on so much.
"Like what you see?" she asks teasingly as she dances around, she puts her hands on her jeans and undoes the button.
"Oh no, you don't," I say, leaning forward redoing the button.
"What was that for?" She asks pouting.
"Liv, you already took your own shirt off, you can't think I'm going to allow you to take off your own jeans too, do you? I want to be the one to get you naked," I whisper in her ear.
Olivia seems to like my response and she locks her lips to mine. I deepen the kiss and pick her up into my arms. I carry her to the bedroom and throw her down on the bed. She giggles again at my force and I climb on top of her. I pin her arms above her head and connect my lips to her neck. She turns her head away from me, giving me better access to her neck. I find her sweet spot and she moans in my ear. My hands travel to her perky breasts and I find her nipples are already straining against the material and I push my hips into her.
"Elliot, I swear if you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to do it myself like I have many times before," she says, frustrated.
I'm instantly intrigued.
"What do you mean, like you have many times before?"
"Well," she says shyly covering her face, "I have this dildo that I always imagined was what your penis is shaped like and whenever I am thinking about you and I get horny, I use it on myself but I pretend that its really you, fucking the life out of me."
"Olivia Benson, I had no idea you were such a naughty girl," I tell her.
"You're in for a surprise then," she simply says.
"So, how long have you been fantasizing about me?" I ask.
"Almost 20 years now.." she answers.
"Mmm, same for me."
"Same for you, what?" she asks.
"I've been wanting this since I first laid eyes on you," I confess.
"So, how was I in your fantasies?" she asks.
"Amazing, my favorite one was this dream I had where I came into one of the interrogation rooms, and you were there, waiting for me, naked. You tell me how you've loved me for years and need me inside you and then you bend over the table and I always wake up there with a raging hard on and have to imagine the rest."
"That sounds like an amazing fuck, we'll have to try it," she says as a panicked look comes over her face. She shoots up from the bed and runs to the bathroom. I hear the door slam and then her vomiting.
Shit, Benson can't hang like she used to, I think and start laughing. Immediately, feeling bad about my thought. There was many times she outdrank me in the past. Times when she would rub my back as I threw up in her bathroom. Nights she let me sleep on the couch so I didn't have to go home to Kathy. I walk into the bathroom with a glass of water and find Olivia siting on the floor, crying.
"Whats wrong, babe?" I ask.
"I ruined our night," she cries.
"Liv, this is the best night I've had in a long time. You puking didn't ruin it."
"But we were supposed to make love and I got too drunk. I knew that you wouldn't sleep with me while I was this drunk, you're too good of a guy" she whispers, looking up.
"Oh, is that what you're worried about? Liv, we can make love any day. I am glad we got drunk tonight. You're right, I wouldn't take advantage of you when you're too drunk to remember it in the morning no matter how bad I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can't take it anymore," I say.
"El," she hums.
"Yes?"
"If you're not going to fuck me tonight, you need to stop saying things like that because I am wet as hell and I can't deal with teasing like that."
"Oh, you just wait, soon babe, I'll have you dripping wet and then I'll take care of all this sexual tension between us," I whispers in her ear.
"Tease," she laughs as she stands up and walks back to her bed room, takes off her jeans and climbs into bed while I stand, staring at her.
"Coming to bed, big boy?" she asks.
"Maybe I should take the couch, if you're sleeping like that," I say.
"I always sleep in my panties, and usually just my panties," she says with a wink and I walk out the bedroom door, to the couch. Where I strip to my boxers, cover with a blanket she has laid out and try to calm down my dick.