This was originally intended to be a oneshot but I just can't help myself. I have to write more of this smut or else I will have a serious withdrawal. Hope you have you have as much fun as I had. :)
He'd just watched her stare down a suspect, her face twitching with anger and disdain only inches from his. Her lips curled and her eyes flashed. Her fists balled and her nostrils flared. Her body leaned precariously over the metal table and her chest heaved up and down with labored breaths.
He didn't think anything could turn him on as much as seeing her like this could.
He'd always known she could make any suspect confess it all, but damn she was good. He didn't realize the effect she had not only on the perps, but he himself.
And that particular effect was straining through his pants that very moment.
His eyes were glued to her as she walked the suspect out, locking him in a cell only yards away. He honestly couldn't take much more of her torture. Unbeknownst to her, she was taunting and teasing him to the point of no return and he never liked to be toyed with. His tongue darted out and he licked his lips at the sight of her bending down to retrieve the keys to the cell she had just dropped.
He'd always had a soft spot for her assets.
Or, better yet, a hard spot.
He shook his head vigorously. He was supposed to be a professional. He didn't exactly think that in the rulebook it stated he was allowed to drool over his gorgeous partner in broad daylight. Or be having such raunchy thoughts about her.
But somehow, he didn't give a fuck. Maybe it was the case, or possibly the long hours with lack of sleep or even just his prolonged celibacy that clouded his judgement. Anyway he spun it, there was only one plausible answer; to get her beneath him before he exploded.
It seemed like the worst place to have sex and yet it was an immense turn on, a fantasy that had been continuously making its way into his head for years. And now was his handed opportunity to make his dreams reality.
She was picking up the gruesome case file when he entered the room, locking the door behind him. She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at him with wide eyes and now empty hands as she let go of the file. He moved closer, leaning over the table with his face only centimeters from hers. Without looking away, he shoved the file off the table and heard it drop to the floor with a whisper. Her mouth opened slightly as if to say something, but she quickly closed it when she saw the infamous Stabler smirk play across his lips.
She knew that look well. Elliot had always displayed brooding intensity, but here it was mixed with more than just that. His gaze was hungry and he was staring at her almost drowsily. His jaw was rigid and his eyes flashed with the lust he harbored for her. He was trying to control himself, to not give in but it wasn't in Elliot's nature to hold back. And he sure as hell wasn't going to make this the first time he showed restraint.
And suddenly, before she was even aware it was happening, his hand snaked out and pulled her head closer to him. His lips weren't touching hers yet, but he was breathing onto her and running his fingers across the skin he could reach as if he was testing the waters. They weren't used to being this close to each other. It was brand new territory just begging to be explored.
Finally his lips came to rest on hers but it wasn't the gentle kiss she'd been expecting. It was deep, rough and full of emotion. But she was in no position to argue, especially when his lips left hers and found her neck. His teeth scraped against her sensitive skin, leaving marks that were sure to be visible tomorrow. His lips captured hers again and this time a moan was the reply he received.
They broke their kiss for only a fleeting moment as she maneuvered herself across the table and into closer proximity with Elliot. He pushed her down into the steel of the table with his muscular hips where she braced herself against the cool metal with the palm of her hand.
The foreplay was beginning to escalate but he needed more. Unable to contain his deft fingers, he ripped at her shirt, splitting the seam and causing buttons to fly in every direction. Olivia thought it might be wise to leave behind no evidence, but as his warm hands splayed across her stomach she rather forgot any initial coherency.
He liked how she had grown her hair out as it gave him something to hold onto as she ran her tongue across his own. His hand slipped behind her back and released the catch of her bra, barely waiting until it the floor before he started exploring. She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan, digging her fingertips into his scalp. His mouth was wreaking havoc on her nipples and she closed her eyes at the pleasure.
She moved to undo his pants and just the brush of her fingertips across his hidden erection made him groan. He hepled her slip them down his waist and free him of his boxers. The sight of him almost made her blush and he grinned at her. She yanked on the edge of his tie, meeting his lips with hers once more. She divested him of his last vestiges of clothing, and he hooked a calloused finger around the only waistband left, pulling her undergarment down.
He was now fully on top of her and the table creaked under the extra weight. He silently prayed that it wouldn't collapse completely before he had officially made love to Olivia.
He poised himself over her, kissing her slowly as if to distract her from their impending actions. When he finally entered, she pulled back from him and gasped. His fingers tightened against the side of the table, bracing himself as he picked up what was once a slow rhythm. She was crying out his name in between hot kisses to the sensitive spot below his ear and he could feel himself being pushed over the edge. He looked at her and they both silently agreed. She tightened around him as he released within her, both riding the sensations out until the room stopped spinning. He held her close, catching his breath and letting hers return to a steady pattern. They'd both be sore in the morning from the damn hard table, but the ride had been worth it.
They both concurred to ask Cragen in the morning for a new table.
I'm flirting with the idea of them having sex on Cragen's desk. Anyone game?
