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Noting his silence Olivia downed the rest of her drink, and walked over to him. Pulling him into a quick hug she whispered into his ear, "It was very nice meeting you," before opening turning from him and walking back onto the street.
Elliot panted heavily from his mad dash across the street. Crouching behind a car, he watched Olivia turn onto the sidewalk and walk quickly down the street. He could barely catch his breath, assuming it was a combination of his physical exertions, and watching Olivia getting fingered in an alley. She must have known he was there; she was too well trained and too sensitive to his presence to miss him.
He rose slowly from behind the car only to duck again when her unnamed acquaintance finally made his way from behind the dumpster where Elliot assumed he was tending to his erection. Slightly concerned that the guy might try to find Olivia, Elliot followed him back into the club. They both searched for her, cursing quietly when they realized she was gone.
Elliot found his friends and said his goodbyes before rushing out. He hailed a cab and headed for Olivia's place. He wasn't sure what he expected to happen but he could think of no better place to be than in front of her house. Since leaving SVU, his life had undergone a few changes.
He sat pensively in the cab, his hands restlessly toying with a stray thread on his blazer. There was nothing waiting for him at home, what was the harm in making sure she'd made it home safely. Elliot didn't allow himself to acknowledge the uncomfortable hardening going on in his crotch as he reflected on the events of the evening. He felt himself break out in a cold sweat as his mind fought n vain against the thoughts that raced at him.
Elliot could almost taste the flesh that she exposed for the other man, he wouldn't have just let her get off and leave him standing there. After she came around his fingers, Elliot would have roughly yanked down the delicate fabric of her dress to expose her warm, soft breasts before burying himself inside of her. He crossed his legs in the cab, blood rushing at a frightening pace to his groin as he pulled up to her block. Slipping out of the cab, he settled himself across the street in the spot he used to occupy in his squad car. Olivia never knew it but he often sought her out after work, taking comfort in the soft glow of her apartment lights. The peace and quiet was reassurance enough that Olivia was safe and that he could try to stop worrying about her. The problem was that he would never stop worrying about Olivia.
Elliot looked self-consciously over his shoulder as a group of young women walked nosily past him. They smiled at him flirtatiously while eyeing his muscular build, before dissolving in to giggles, their flowery perfume an unwelcome intrusion to his vigil. He looked up at her window, his heart leaping at the faint hint of a silhouette.
Olivia had heard his cab pull up in front of her building. She'd been waiting for him to show up for a while, and couldn't help watching him stare expectantly at her window. Olivia knew Elliot had followed her and….Ted, yes that was his name, Ted…she shook her head. Olivia wasn't one for casual encounters, considering the staggering rape statistics that she was forced to memorize, but tonight she didn't care. Elliot was back, she had seen him, and the very sight of him sent her entire body into hysterics. Were it not for Ted's convenience intervention, she saw herself rushing over to him and throwing herself into his lap, while she wept into his shirt collar. A little random sex was a far more desirable alternative, she thought.
Leading Ted into that alley while Elliot followed was the most spontaneous thing she'd ever done. She wasn't sure what she was trying to accomplish as she pulled him into her, her eyes shooting to the edge of Elliot's shadow. Olivia knew she wasn't going to let things go too far, she'd regret them in the morning and Elliot might resent her for it later. She contented herself with a quick finger fuck against the wall, and moved on.
As she walked quickly toward a main street, she smiled. For the first time in months she felt something, she felt alive. Olivia realized that for a woman of her age, she was entirely too cut off from the world and that she needed to reintroduce herself to life. Olivia could feel her wetness drying against her thigh as she sat in the cab. A slight chill ran through her body when she dwelled on the thought that Elliot had let this happen.
When she arrived at her apartment she could barely sleep, despite the late hour and the spinning in her head. She couldn't believe that she'd done such uncharacteristic things that evening, and that Elliot had been watching her the entire time. After a necessary glass of water, she'd wandered into her bedroom and glanced out of the window to find a familiar form standing across the street.
Olivia shivered at the knowledge that Elliot was standing outside of her window, all of his intensity focused solely on her. She turned from the window and made her way to the bed, allowing the thoughts to come unbidden. Sighing quietly, she ran her hands down her abdomen to the tops of her panties. Olivia lifted her hips slightly, sliding her panties down and off and tossing them over the edge of her bed. She returned her hands to her inner thighs, stroking her sensitive skin. Holding back a moan, she swiped her fingers between the folds of her already wet center.
Ted had started the evening off on a good note she supposed as she stroked herself. Her mind moved guiltily from Ted to Elliot, imagining him settling himself between her legs, her dress pushed up over her hips and down over her breasts. He would spend a ridiculously long amount of time on them, kissing their fullness and gently biting her nipples.
Her long fingers found the slightly less sensitive tissue around her clit as she thought of Elliot's hardness rubbing against her, their wetness mingling before he would thrust himself fully inside of. She didn't need any preamble at her age; she smiled to herself, sliding a finger from her wet center to her clit. She moaned softly at the sensation that spread across her body, her legs trembling with the effort not to cum quite yet. Olivia was always aroused when Elliot was involved, and if her observations were accurate, the feeling was mutual.
She'd often ignored the unmistakable outline of his erection after she'd just left his desk, or the infuriating way that he widened his nostrils when she passed, taking in her scent. Pushing two fingers inside her body, Olivia slowly rode out the orgasm that was begging to come, her tissues rippling gently around her fingers as she whispered his name softly, "El."
Elliot paced outside her building for at least an hour before returning home, unsatisfied to his sad apartment. He had work in a few hours, but didn't care. He could only think about the way Olivia looked while she orgasmed against the wall, and how desperately he wanted to be the one deep inside of her hot, tight body, tasting her skin, smelling her, and kissing her.
He walked into his apartment, his heart dropping at the oppressive silence that met him. A father of five is rarely allowed such solitude, he thought, tossing his blazer over a chair before pouring himself a glass of whiskey and slumping onto his couch. Taking a long sip of his drink, Elliot looked around at the depressingly bland walls and spartan furniture denoting his return to bachelorhood.
Kathy had filed for divorce two months after he quit SVU, her eyes bone dry while she packed his things and kicked him out of the house. "I could take it when you wandered around here like a zombie for weeks, but you've been saying her name Elliot….in your sleep…and last night when we tried to…you called me Olivia." Kathy pursed her lips, regarding him with obvious disdain; "I think we both know that this is over," she said, zipping his bag closed.
He'd moved out that night, making his way to a friend's couch before renting a small place near the kids. His years as a marine and police officer made it relatively easy for him to find a job, and within a month he was working as a consultant for a security company, miserably making more money than he ever had in his life. Elliot wasn't sure why he was purging his life of his greatest pleasures, but he figured it was self-punishment for shooting that girl; now he was without family, home, and Olivia.
Bringing himself back to the present Elliot downed his drink in a final gulp, letting his head fall against the back of the couch. No matter what he tried, he couldn't lower his heart rate, it was as if he had been dosed and was experiencing some sort of debilitating high. Elliot couldn't shake the image of Olivia, pressed against the wall and writhing in pleasure.
Springing from the couch, Elliot paced around his small apartment for a few moments before reaching for his phone. He decided that a text was more appropriate for what he wanted; a phone call was too intimate for this. Her name was Melissa and she had been thirsting after him every since he'd broken with Kathy. Melissa was always eager to please and that was what he needed. This thing with Olivia needed to be fleshed out, and running back to her apartment wouldn't solve things just yet2. Melissa responded quickly that she would head over in a minute. From all the typos in her text he could tell that she was drunk and he was relieved; this would need to be quick.
Elliot jumped up as she knocked on the door, throwing it open and pulling her into a heated kiss. She squealed in excitement, he was never this enthusiastic about her. She moaned into his kiss, her hands moving to the bottom of her dress pulling the fabric over her hips. He chuckled at her insistence, closing his eyes as he moved his hands to the full flesh of her ass. This was not about her, this was about tonight and working through his frustrations with Olivia.
He lowered his hands between her legs, shoving his finger inside her wetness. She moaned his name, but the voice was completely wrong. He silenced her with another kiss, backing her against the wall. "What's gotten into you Elliot," she breathed against his lips. Grunting, he shoved his slacks down, reaching for her hand where grabbed him through his boxers, stroking him.
It was difficult for him to focus on her words, when all he could think about was how Olivia would look underneath him. Slipping his hands from inside of her, he turned her around pressing her roughly into the wall. She was dripping wet for him, and as he thrust himself savagely into her waiting body, he rumbled her name again and again, "Liv."
Next: Olivia sees just how far Elliot will take their little game when he's forced to work with SVU again.