Summary: Elliot checks on Olivia after a difficult case
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Law and Order: SVU
Rating: M
Pairing: Elliot and Olivia
FORBIDDEN FRUIT:
TWO WEEKS LATER:
Olivia and Elliot had been kept so busy with thirteen open cases that they barely had time to think about what had changed between them. Often they would share looks while they sat at their desks, but soon they would have to be out on the street chasing down leads, looking for suspects, and waiting for results from the ME's Lab. This day, however, was slow. All the criminals in the city seemed to be taking a day off. Elliot was sitting at his desk pretending to read a report while stared at Olivia concentrating on the work she had in front of her. He was trying so hard not to continue to look at her. Time and again he had forced his eyes back to the folder in his hands, but always they drifted back to Olivia. She was right there in front of him. Olivia sometimes nibbled her bottom lip when she was concentrating. How did he not notice that before?
Olive fought tooth and nail to keep reading the report in front of her, but that was hard because Elliot was staring at her. The squad had had a hellish two weeks with case after case piling up on them. Normally she could deal with it, but her heightened awareness of him now had the ability to clear her head and distract her all at once. Olivia nibbled her bottom lip in an attempt to distract herself from her distraction that was Elliot. He was her partner; the one man she spent the most time with than any other person. Still he stared and she liked it. Olivia liked being stared at by Elliot. "You're staring at me." Olivia pointed out as loud as she dared with Munch and Fin sitting at their desks.
"Am I?" Elliot asked knowing full well that he was watching her. "I hadn't realized." He said setting aside the file he faked reading. Two weeks of cases being piled on him had kept him practically tied to the station house, chained to his desk across from Olivia. They hadn't taken this relationship to sharing the same bunk, still clothed, while taking cat naps. Down in the basement a cot was set up big enough for them; no one ever went down there and it was used to store old files. That space, the corner, it was there little piece of the world. Just the thought of the rack had Elliot yawning. Olivia yawned as well and then glared at him. Elliot smiled repressing a chuckle as Olivia yawned again immediately after the first one.
"Thanks," Olivia shook her head smiling in return at Elliot. She hated yawning. It made her look tired. If she looked tired then she would be ordered away from her desk. Though, looking at Elliot now, that might not be a bad thing. If they were tired they could be down in the basement wrapped in each other's arms falling into a restful sleep. Olivia pushed away from her desk. "I'm gonna grab a quick nap while I can." She pushed away from her desk and headed towards the basement. Every step she took, Olivia imagined Elliot stretched out beside her, his hand resting on her stomach, his finger idly tracing patterns on her skin.
Elliot waited a reasonable amount of time before he pushed away from his desk and followed Olivia to their basement corner. It was their world of solitude and emotional healing. He couldn't get enough of Olivia curled around him, her head on his chest, and her fingers clinging in his shirt. Elliot put his hands on the doorknob leading to the basement and didn't bother flicking on the lights. Quickly he took the steps two at a time, walked by row after row of towering boxes of case files until he was standing by the cot where Liv was already curled up. Elliot shed his shoes and the dress shirt setting them by Olivia's shirt and shoes. Slowly he crawled in behind her, the flesh of his chest touching the bare skin of her back. The only thing between them was the thin strap of her bra.
Olivia felt electricity race along her skin the moment Elliot slipped into the bed behind. This was what she needed more than the coffee, more than the next order of fast food. The warmth, the feel of his heart beating at her back, and the rise and fall of his breath calmed her. Automatically she turned into him, tucked her head under his chin, and draped her arm over his side, her hand pressed flat against his lower back. Elliot's hand mirrored her, right at her lower back. Their breathing evened out and then synced. Like always, they never said anything, they only held each other with as much skin touching as was safe for them right now. Olive could feel herself lightly dozing off safe in the knowledge that she was with Elliot.
Elliot kissed the top of Olivia's head gently feeling her breathing even out as she fell into sleep. If Liv had fallen into sleep this easily then she hadn't been sleeping at her apartment. "You gotta take better care of yourself Liv," Elliot whispered angling his head to kiss her forehead. She said nothing, snuggling closer to him. He smiled lightly, taking a deep breath. Ever so gently he ran his hand up and down her back, the tips of his fingers grazing the bra strap. When they were together, passion fueled them, but what they were sharing wasn't thrumming with sexual tension. Right now, they were comforting each other, recharging their batteries. The beating of Olivia's heart was lulling Elliot into sleep right behind her. Everything faded away.
A few hours later Olivia came awake not knowing what had disturbed her rest. She angled her head over Elliot's bicep to peer into the darkness of the basement. Something had woken her, but she couldn't see what it was. Carefully Olivia sat up without untangling herself from Elliot to get a better look. Light was fractured around the shelves not giving her much to work with until she heard a step. It drew her gaze to the far corner and who she saw made her heart stop. Munch was standing there watching him, but he wore a curious expression on his face. Olivia didn't have the heart to say anything, to risk waking Elliot. Carefully she settled back down wrapping as much of Elliot's warmth around her as she could.
Elliot knew the moment Olivia had woken up. She was tense for several seconds until she settled back down with him. He waited, just waited until her tension faded from her again. "What's the matter Liv?" Elliot asked kissing the top of her head. "You were relaxed a few minutes ago." With ease he slipped his left thigh between her legs feeling her foot slide over the back of his calf. Elliot was continually surprised by how well he and Olivia moved, anticipated each other, and how well they complimented each other. "Come on," Elliot angled his head looking at her, "What is it?"
Olivia bit her bottom lip looking up at Elliot. He was wearing a small smile that made her catch her breath. "Munch was down here. He saw us." She wasn't ashamed of being here with Elliot like this, with his skin touching hers. This was their small piece of quiet in the storm that was the endless victims they were inundated with needing their help. "What are we going to do?" She asked. Suddenly so many questions flitted through her mind.
"Nothing, so long as Munch doesn't open his mouth," Elliot said, though, there wasn't that much confidence in his voice while saying it. He tightened his hold on her, fingers lightly digging into her skin to infuse her with more of his comforting touch while basking in the warmth of her body. They would need this, the holding, the heat, before facing the next round of victims. Breathing in and out, the scent of Olivia infusing to his very being that would keep him calm through the rest of the day. Then, to make sure that he could get through the day, Elliot kissed Olivia, gently, sweetly, keeping the taste of her on his tongue.
"Elliot…" Olivia mumbled against his lips. She loved his kisses; so strong, so dominant. They made her blood boil. As of yet they hadn't crossed this line. Kisses, holding each other, skin to skin, and as of yet they hadn't taken things much farther. They weren't ready for that yet, not yet. With force of will she pulled back giving him a small smile and the answer in her eyes to his unasked question. He nodded and rolled out of bed where he stood, pulling her up after him. She smiled as he once against placed his hands on her hips. Elliot learned quickly how she liked to be touched.
Elliot let his fingers rub along her hips before he crouched down and picked up her shirt, "Turn around." He growled seductively and smiled when Olivia turned for him. Elliot slipped her dark navy blue dress shirt up her beautifully tanned arms and up to her shoulders. Placing his hands to her hips he urged her to face him. Olivia faced him wearing a beguiling smile. He started buttoning the buttons closing the shirt obscuring his view of her tantalizing skin. "We've slept down here long enough."
Olivia mirrored his actions, picking up his shirt from the floor, getting his to turn his back to her, but she paused a second longer than she should. She stepped closer, gently putting her lips to his strong shoulder blade. His skin was soft against her lips as she kissed her way across his back. Olivia pulled back and slipped his shirt on. He turned to her and let her button the buttons. She watched the shirt close covering his strong chest to her roving eyes, but they had to go back to work, to speaking for the victims that came across their desks. Of course she wanted more from Elliot, wanted something that would tide her over for longer than a day. "We can pick this up later tonight." Olivia promised. They just had to get through the rest of the day.
OLIVIA'S APARTMENT:
Their day hadn't been as long as they thought, made longer by the furtive glances Munch had thrown their way, and in a few hours they would have to turn around to be right back at the precinct. Olivia was beneath Elliot in her bed looking up at him taking deep breaths over and over. Her hands were on his shoulders as her knees were at his waist waiting for him to move. Leaving the squad room they had talked about this, wanting to go to the next step. And here they were, in her bed, almost ready to join bodies for the first time. Her heart pounded so hard with Elliot between her legs. "I'm ready for this." She drew in a breath the same time Elliot pushed into her slowly, stretching her to take all of him. Together they moaned.
Elliot paused mid thrust, digging his fingers into the sheet by Olivia's ribs. The sensations were overwhelming him, the feel of Olivia's tight grip on him. She was slowly stretching, taking him in, but it was too much. The wet tight heat of her branded him like a hot iron. "Oh, god, Liv, you're really tight." He moved back, slipping almost out of her. Again he gently thrust into her, going further this time, but not all the way in. Leaning over her, he rested his forehead to hers. Elliot let his deep rumbling moan vibrate in his chest.
"El," Olivia moaned tightening her arms over his shoulders. She hiked her knees up higher, taking him deeper. Time was moving so slow for them in her bed. Each small thrust brought him closer to filling her completely. Then, one more thrust, Elliot was inside of her, filling her. "Wait, El, don't move just yet," Olivia moaned holding him tighter. "Stay…" She angled her head, seeking his lips, needed his kiss. Even though she knew what they were doing was a betrayal to his wife, but Olivia was filling with an inner peace she had not known in many years.
Elliot kissed her hard in time with his thrusts in and out. Olivia worked her inner muscles over him, gripping him each time he pulled out. His body thrummed with desire, the passion ratcheting up ten notches each time Liv tightened on him. Her nails were digging into his back, the edge of pain mingled with the burning ecstasy. It made him move faster. She was wet enough for a faster pace. Elliot levered himself up on his hands, changing the angle of him taking her. Her hands slipped from his shoulders where her fingers lightly scratched down his chest. Olivia was careful not to leave marks.
Olivia rocked against Elliot feeling the first tendrils of release uncurling from the tight knot in her lower abdomen. She met him move for move bringing her body to a state of complete release. Elliot moved faster and faster, moaning her name with every gasping breath. Olivia put her hands to his shoulders once more, using his strength to pull her torso from the bed. They moved together, against each other. They were striving for orgasm. "Make me come Elliot!" She shouted as Elliot slammed into. Olivia tightened her knees around Elliot and held him so tight as explosion after explosion rocked her body with release.
Elliot felt his release seconds after Olivia's inner muscles clamped down on him. He was losing strength as his member was being milked by Olivia. She held him tightly and began to rock from side to side murmuring his name. "Oh, Olivia…" His voice was a hoarse gasp, his body pressing into hers. He felt he was going to crush her, but he could hardly move, and Olivia was holding tight to him. "Liv, I gotta move off you." Elliot mumbled. Planting his hands on the bed, he tried to move, but she wouldn't let him. "Liv…"
"No, Elliot," Olivia moaned. He moved inside of her setting off another set of small orgasms. "Don't move yet… not yet…" She gasped holding him tighter. "Just stay inside me for a moment longer." The weight of Elliot, the width of him still buried inside of her, and the thundering of her heart in counterpoint to his, all of it dizzied her mind. "Sweet Jesus, El…" Olivia kissed his cheek, his lips, his temple, and across his forehead. Outside of this bed, Olivia didn't care about what was to come. All that mattered to her was being with Elliot in this moment.