Whoops, long time no write. But I just couldn't let this slip away while it was brewing in my head. I wasn't entirely sure what to call this, but considering the place they end up, I figured it was an appropriate title.
His eyes stayed as open as the window across from him where a soft breeze was whistling through despite the full moon that glistened in the almost pitch black sky and the pitter patter of the sprinkling of rain. But his mind was transfixed on a matter far more pressing than sleep.
And her name was Olivia Benson.
Moreover, hardly dressed in only a bra and panties pretending to be a call girl to save his ass Olivia Benson. That would be the one. The one whose hand slid up from its resting place on her hip to tousle what was made to look like sex hair. The one whose barely clothed body pressed up against his with so much warmth he thought he might catch on fire. The one whose soft lips were placing tiny kisses along his neck like it was an old habit that died hard. The one whose sultry voice made his insides churn with delight at the thought of what words she might seductively whisper to him in that god forsaken tone.
And the one who had become the cause for quite a few cold showers recently.
He had always been sexually attracted to her. A beautiful woman with a badge and a gun accompanied with a fierce attitude was a deadly combination. Seeing her strut towards him scantily clad in attire that made his cheeks turn cherry red did nothing to curb his desire.
And it was about damn time he did something about it.
He rapped his knuckles on her apartment door, knowing it would be a matter of seconds before he was greeted by his sleep deprived partner. He was willing to bet that tonight would be like all the others and that she would be wide awake. Olivia didn't get much sleep these days.
He could hear the deadbolt sliding out of place and he grinned at how accurate his knowledge of her really was. The door swung open and revealed an image that only served to drive him even more wild; she was standing there with one of her ever expressive eyebrows raised, her apparel nothing more than shorts that were entirely too tiny for their own good and a sleeveless shirt that was so worn out he could practically see through the paper thin material.
He swallowed hard as his eyes roved over her. She opened the door wider for him to step through and he had to coax his body to sidle inside. Voluntary movement had escaped him since the moment she had acknowledged his presence outside her humble abode.
He thought briefly about just turning away and making a bolt for it. He wasn't sure he had the guts to carry out the action he had been planning for longer than he could remember. The reaction he'd garner from his partner when he slammed her up against the wall and ravished her like a Thanksgiving feast complete with every delicious side he wanted to sample might not be the one he was looking for.
But his dick begged to differ.
And that part of his anatomy certainly wasn't up for any negotiations.
He breathed deeply as he tried to focus his pupils elsewhere than the incredibly enticing parts of his partner. She wasn't even free of the clothes that blocked him from her and his mind was already spinning. He had been on such a natural high because of her and taking care of business himself tonight just wasn't going to work. He looked at her for a mere second and it reminded him of how much he wanted, needed her. He was never a novice at his ability to conceal his attraction but the blood that rushed from his head made it evident what his reason was for the seemingly innocent visit.
He could hear her sigh heavily and watched as she ran a hand absentmindedly through her hair. She gave him a head to toe perusal and noticed the gray hoodie that was damp from the rain outside. They had shared the jacket on many occasions and the memories almost made her lips curl into a smile. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Do you have any idea how difficult it's been to get some shut eye because of you?" Elliot scoffed, meeting her eyes halfway as he wiped his hands nervously over his jeans.
She cocked her head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"If you don't want any late night visits from your partner then I suggest you don't prance around in a bra and panties because I can't get any sleep if I have a hard on that no cold shower, even at the temperature of the North Pole, can cure."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
He rubbed a hand over the short wisps of hair and grit his jaw. "Do you remember that case awhile back where I went undercover to investigate the animal smuggling ring because we thought it might be connected to the murder?"
"The one where you got shot?" Olivia asked with her brown eyes wide. He wanted to smile at how quickly her eyes had flashed from annoyance to concern. "I definitely remember that."
"You came to see if I was okay," Elliot said as his mind played the scene back. "But those pricks knew I had someone else with me in the room."
"I panicked, Elliot," she replied exasperatedly, throwing her hands into the air defensively. "Those men were sexist pigs and I knew the only way to make my appearance seem believable was to play into their hands. What do you want me to say?"
"I don't want you to say anything," Elliot said so quietly she thought she had imagined him speaking altogether. He was slowly inching forward and the room seemed to become smaller around the couple.
She was wondering when he would show up at her doorstep. Lately he had been distant from her. She could still vivdly recall how flustered he had become when she had been forced to pretend that she was only a business transaction purely for pleasure. He had broken out into the signature Stabler grin, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as his body unexpectedly became stiff against hers. Several times she had caught him sneaking glances in her direction but the minute she would look back at him his gaze had already turned elsewhere with a heavy swallow from his throat. It had become routine for him to say very few words to her and his blue eyes only met hers when they had nowhere left to scrutinize. It had taken her less than day to see his reactions for exactly what they were - attraction. The knowledge of it had slammed into her chest with the force of a freight train. And quickly on its heels was a surge of such intense hope that she had been left feeling giddy; awash in a vast sea of "what ifs" and "maybes".
"Olivia."
The statement of her name seemed to roll of his tongue with little effort as he moistened his lips. His eyes were glazed over as he stared at her with a hunger she had never witnessed before.
"What do you want, Elliot?" The words left her lips in one shaky breath and her voice was a curious mix of desire and uncertainty. "What do you want?"
I want you.
It was what he would have said had he not been such a coward. But this was Olivia and as much as he wanted to rush into everything with her, he simply couldn't bring himself to be the bull in a china shop he was under normal circumstances.
"What I want is to see if what happened that night could be more than just a cover to save my ass," he managed to choke out. "I have been losing sleep over you for very obvious reasons. I know that what you did was for pretend but it drove me wild. And I just don't see how I will be able to get any sleep until I experience this unknown that I cannot stop thinking about. All I need is just this one night with you."
Her mouth was agape with utter surprise and her brow was furrowed as she contemplated his proposition. She felt like she had a mouth full of cotton balls and whatever words she wanted to say stuck firmly in her throat. He was taking minuscule steps towards her, beginning to get so close that she could smell the faint scent of rain, musk from sleep and the enticing mix of soap and cologne that was pure Elliot.
His face was only centimeters from hers now and if she moved just the right way her lips would be capturing his. She could feel his hot breath tickle the skin of her neck and noticed his eyes were closed as he took his deep breaths. He was so close she could count every eyelash, every freckle, every crevice of his face. In all of the years of their partnership they had never become this close. "One night, Olivia," he breathed. "One night."
"You might pretend that one night together is going to make everything easier but you know better," Olivia whispered as her fingers wound around the strings of his jacket. "I have always and will always want you."
Some indescribable emotion flashed across his face as she spoke of always wanting him but he had no chance to process the gravity of her words because she immediately tightened her grip on his jacket and pressed her lips against his with a fervor and hunger he didn't know she was capable of having.
She certainly wasn't lying. She wanted him and she was making that clear as she coaxed his lips open with her own and explored the newfound territory. Her fingers left their holding place over his jacket and buried themselves in his hair then quickly made their way back down to slide the zipper down to release him.
Elliot pulled back from her slightly as the jacket hit the floor. Her fingertips raked across his bare chest and he shuddered involuntarily. He made a move to remove the first layer of her clothing but her hands encircled his wrists, stilling his movements. She smiled almost shyly at him and lifted her shirt herself followed closely by her shorts.
He couldn't fight the grin that stretched for ear to ear as he took in the beautiful sight of her. A breathy laugh escaped him as the realization dawned on him; she was wearing the exact same bra and panties from that night. Finally the scene that had been the subject of many dreams was becoming a reality.
And then everything seemed to change.
What started as an emotional confession soon became the raw physical need to take each other. Elliot pulled her back to him as his mouth captured hers again. She tore impatiently at the button on his jeans, desperate to free him. When his jeans slid down his waist she blushed at the sight of his reaction to her through his boxers. But her embarrassment was only momentary as she smiled at him, watching as he reached his hand behind her back to release the catch on her bra. He barely waited until it hit the floor to walk her backwards, lean her against the wall and start exploring. She braced herself against the wall because she didn't think she was coherent enough to stand on her own.
Her head lolled back as he took a nipple between his teeth and she dug her fingertips into his back, her nails scraping painfully across his skin. He winced at the touch but when her hands tugged on the waistband of his boxers he completely forget why he was protesting. She deftly removed them with admirable skill and he took the opportunity to hook a finger around the elastic of her panties and finally discard them. His lips were applying pressure to her neck in the best possible way as he slipped a finger between them to see if she was ready. And boy was she ready for him.
They were both now palpably naked and she couldn't resist the urge to smile against his lips. He lifted her leg and hooked it around his waist as he pushed into her for the very first time. He stroked her cheek in an uncharacteristically gentle way as he moved against her in a solid rhythm.
"Elliot."
He'd heard her utter his name in so many ways but never like this. And it was even more glorious to him as she arched her back from the pleasure he was giving her. A series of stringent moans and noises escaped her and it was almost more than he could handle. He continued to push into her but this time at a much faster pace, his breathing becoming even more shallow than before.
Elliot locked eyes with her as he completely let go, feeling her body tense around his. He leaned his forehead precariously against hers as they both attempted to steady their breathing. He whispered sweet nothings to her as she calmed and clung to him.
They stayed wrapped in each other's arms as they fell into her bed. He kissed her forehead and watched as her heavy eyes drooped. He smiled at how good it felt to have her body flush against his and he thought he could get very used to having her with him like this.
Tonight he would finally be getting sleep.
I didn't mean to make it so mushy since I actually wanted it to be more hot sex. But I think it turned out rather well anyways.
