Chapter 8

Let's just jump right into it, shall we?

"Mmm, don't stop."

His pleads spurred her on as she kissed down his abs. Making sure to memorize each goosebump appearing on his skin as her tongue danced along her downward path. She caught a glimpse of his tattoo on his forearm as he reached to bring her impossibly close to his body. His self control faded long before they ended up on her bed.

They had been fighting for dominance on the bathroom counter, against the hallway wall... and once she straddled her long legs around him on her bed, he was completely content to wave his white flag. For now.

Strong fingers lose restraint as he threads them into her hair. A familiar feel from when they where in the club earlier. But this time, no pants, no wire, and even better… no audience.

She usually wasn't this forward, but after a stressful night, she could use some relief. And if she didn't hurry up, he'd have his relief before her before too long!

"I thought you said you wouldn't mind finishing last tonight… or was that just a part of the game?" She asked with a warm breath teasing him over his boxers. She didn't remember how he got out of his winter coat and suit so quickly, but was damn glad he was letting her take the lead.

Her fingers hooked under the band of his boxers, feeling the strength of the muscles of his thighs while she dragged them down, making sure her brown eyes connected with his as she gave him a mischievous smile... She was going to enjoy this.

"Oh, I intend on watching you finish more than a few times. I promise." His voice hypnotizing her, turning the tables. He lifted up, capturing her body, pushing her into the bed backwards.

His fully naked body laying across hers now, being careful not to put his full weight on her.

A better woman would have protested. But this one woman was slightly shocked a man his age could flip her body so effortlessly. And damned if that didn't turn her on even more!

His body framed hers, taking in the sight of her beneath him. After years of knowing her, he was excited to see that he'd be able to still take her breath away. And with that smug look on his face, he already knew she could feel every inch of his manhood that pressed over her clothed core.

He bent down to kiss his favorite spot. And now she knew it was "his" spot. The thought made her moan. Her hips bucked upwards into his as he latched his lips onto her neck. Both enjoying at how quickly she was responding to him, he hungrily wanted more.

Breathy moans filled her bedroom as she let his hands roam across her bare chest.

"Fu.." she said louder than she intended as he palmed her breast.

She stopped herself when she felt the sides of his mouth curl as he smiled against her skin. Like he needed a bigger ego.

But he needed to move soon. She spread her legs, and his hips landed squarely between hers. She always imagined they'd fit like a glove… Just needed to remove the irritating layer of clothes, and she wouldn't have to imagine much more.

"Someone's in a hurry" he said in a low tone that spoke right to her core.

"Twelve years Stabler. Now mov—." She lifted her lower half to pull down her panties, but he gently moved his hand over hers, stilling her motions.

They didn't speak any more… they didn't have to.

He interrupted her, not with words, but with a lustful glance that he now had the lead. She tried to hide her smirk. Of course he couldn't let her have all the power for long. They were a team. A partnership. Always had been. But tonight she gladly gave him control.

His hands replaced hers, swiftly removing her last piece of clothing between them.

Lost in the dark, she felt secure being so open to him. It was almost as if they've done this countless times before but each touch ignited something deep inside her.

His blue eyes disappeared along the middle of her chest and further down to the newly exposed skin.

Her breath hitched as he trailed over her core, not quite reaching where she wanted him most yet. The thoughts of how his lips felt when they where on the couch at the club doesn't even begin to compare to the fire he's creating across her body right now!

His hands gripping the outside of her thighs, he kissed the length of her fading bikini tan line from one curve to the other. Her head fell back at the sensation. He was taking his time to mark his new territory.

Gliding his lips over the smooth skin at the juncture of her hip, her patience wore thin as she watched his head finally disappear further between her legs.

Her knees pressed against his grip, giving him complete access. She can feel his hands give an appreciative squeeze as his possessive hold pulls her body into his mouth.

"Mmm"

Damn that feels good. Beep.

"Mmmm"

Something beeps again.

"Mmm.. Fuc-"

Olivia's eyes open.

The room is dark. Her bedsheets are tangled and sweaty. Again. But she's alone.

Except the illuminated screen of her dying phone, beeping and begging to be plugged in.

Sigh.

She whips the twisted top sheet off her body, her feet hitting the floor, searching for her charger.

"And I thought the stripper pole dream was bad. At least he was wearing his suit in that one." She said to no one, rubbing her temples. This was gonna be a long night…

The empty bedroom is barely lit by the dim of the street lights pouring into her windows. It's no where near morning, but she can't sleep this worked up.

So a shower will do.

Whew! Don't hate me! It's a bit of both a trick and a treat… Happy Halloween y'all! Side Note: Anyone else just LOVE the Petska couple tweet during this week's episode? Would y'all rather an EO or OT pairing in the next update…? Review for more!