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Note: Happy premiere day! I was a little bummed at first, but then I leafed through some MH photos and was healed. A few days off are quite a lovely thing, and I'm hoping to update again tomorrow and since I will be busy aging up on Saturday! I'd love reviews for my birthday….since we can't all very well go out and get a drink .
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Olivia reached a shaky hand from underneath her blanket, cursing bitterly she felt around on her night stand for the source of her agony, the phone alarm. Unconvinced that it was really 6 am, she squinted in disbelief at the numbers glaring back at her. Resigning herself to the hour, Olivia eased her way out of bed, wincing at the pain that shot through her head.
She had about an hour to get to work, but there was no way she would look presentable or be of any use to anyone. She showered quickly and threw on the first clean outfit she could find before heading out the door.
As she walked to work, she finally let herself think about the night before. She had been testing Elliot that night, the moment he decided to hide from her at the bar. She'd let that man flirt with her, all the while searching for Elliot over his shoulder. Olivia knew he was following when they stole into the dark corner, and she nearly had to bite her tongue to keep from saying Elliot's name when she came. She wondered, how far he would have let her go that night, if Elliot would have let her fuck another man just to prove a point.
Olivia turned the corner to the precinct, confident that she would be obsessing about Elliot the entire day, and probably month. She walked in fully expecting to be one of a few detectives milling about, but was unpleasantly surprised. Fin and Munch were buried under stacks of files, and her desk had practically disappeared under her share of the load.
Munch peered around a tower of papers, noting her obvious confusion, "so…one of our cases just went south, they found some bad DNA evidence. Now we have to review the last 3 years to make sure we didn't screw up anything else…grab a file." Throwing her head back, she sighed dramatically and returned to her desk, annoyed that she would probably be too busy to even think about Elliot for the rest of the week.
The hours inched by as they reviewed endless case files, stopping only to caffeinate and complain. The ADA had been insistent that they also review conduct reports made against officers on questionable cases, for appeal. More than once her heart quickened when she read the reports Elliot had written, thinking back to the days where they were Detectives Benson and Stabler.
Olivia could feel his absence deeply and in all aspects of her life. They would never work together the way they had for twelve years. The newest members of SVU were well-intentioned and sorely needed, but things just weren't the same. She could see herself leaving one day, after she was certain there would be capable enough to take up the slack. A year ago the idea of leaving SVU would have been preposterous, but without Elliot she had no one to help her through all the bad that came with the job. Shaking herself out of her stupor she returned to the file in front of her, refusing to look at the picture of Elliot sitting on her desk.
The department hadn't had any new cases and their current ones were mostly in hand, so Cragen had no problem condemning everyone to case review for the next few days. Olivia sat at her desk for the fourth hour in a row, running a hand absently through her hair when someone called her name. Turning quickly in her chair she spotted a man in a suit who strode toward her with purpose. Olivia smiled politely at him, until he informed her that she was being subpoenaed to testify for an old case; more incongruent evidence had been found and she would have to appear within the week. Olivia was relieved to have something else to do, court was not always her first choice but it would do in times like these.
Elliot was more to her than she should have ever let him be. If they were going to more to one another, it needed to happen soon because she couldn't spend another year wondering what might have been. Putting him of her mind, she focused on her case review, hungry for anything to distract her from Elliot.
Olivia hadn't really expected them to have a quiet moment alone together, and so never prepared what she would say should they meet. The craziness with work forced her to push the invasive thoughts of him from her mind, so that she could think and breathe like a normal person. It wasn't until she walked into court a couple of days later that she remembered she wasn't the only arresting officer on the case. Sitting at the end of the hall, in her favorite suit of his, was Elliot Stabler.
Olivia had to gather herself quickly, and squaring her shoulders she walked toward him, cursing the loud clicking of her heels against the marble floor. Elliot heard her approach and looked up; nervously climbing to his feet when he realized it was Olivia.
All she could think about was their encounter earlier, and she wasn't sure how he would handle really seeing her for the first time. They stood across from one another, staring for a moment before Elliot's face broke into a smile. He hesitated for a moment hugging her, "nice to see you Liv," he whispered, sliding hand down her back and pulling her tight against his body.
Olivia was still a little in shock, and her mouth was hanging slightly open. She shivered at the feel of his breath against her ear, her nipples tightening almost painfully underneath her blouse. She was grateful for her blazer; it hid her obvious arousal and kept Elliot an extra layer from her over-heated skin. She tried to pull away from him, very aware of the light touch of his hand on her waist; He wasn't letting go.
Olivia gave in and stayed wrapped in him, reveling n the feel of his strong arms around her, and the scent that she'd begun to forget. "I'm sorry it took legal intervention to get us back here, I missed you, "he said quietly against her temple, placing a small kiss against her forehead. It took a few insistent coughs from the bailiff before Elliot finally let her go, his hand at her back as they walked into the courtroom. Olivia was completely taken aback, Elliot had literally hidden from her the last time they "saw" one another. She wondered what had changed in a week's time to make him so confident.
Olivia figured her little drunken show had driven him to this, shown him that she was coming undone and that he needed to act; now he was finally coming around. Throughout her testimony, Olivia could barely keep her eyes off of Elliot. It was difficult for her to answer any questions with him eyeing her darkly from his seat. His eyes never left her, and when she dared to make contact with him he would smile devilishly.
Elliot seemed completely cool throughout the entire ordeal; he'd probably foreseen her presence at the courthouse and prepared an assault on her. It was only fair after what he'd witnessed from her in that alley. He was obviously setting the pace now and she was curious to see what he'd do with their fortuitous reunion.
He'd crowded her the moment they were free, returning his hand to her lower back and leading her outside. Elliot insisted on giving her a ride wherever she was going, and she accepted without protest. Considering that he'd been avoiding her for months, she didn't want to turn down an opportunity to actually speak to him.
Olivia needed to return to the precinct to finish up some last minute paper work before they went anywhere, but was a little afraid for him to have to return there. "It's ok Liv," he said, walking over to her and opening the car door, "I'm making my peace with it….and I'd love to see the guys." She nodded, turning her face away from him to hide the relief that flooded through her. He closed the door gently, his fingers lingering for a moment before he turned, hopping into the driver's seat and heading toward work.
Everyone was shocked to see Olivia and Elliot walk into the precinct together, and curious whispers followed them along the way. Elliot had killed a girl only after she'd managed to shoot wildly throughout the bullpen, he wouldn't be so easily accepted back at work without quite a lot of red tape.
Olivia was very aware of the attention that they attracted, walking through the bullpen, and couldn't help but smile when he took a seat at his desk. Fin and Munch walked in a few minutes later with Cragen, and they all enjoyed each other's company for a little while. The newest recruits showed up eventually, naturally curious about Elliot, and he about them.
Olivia stayed quiet throughout the conversations about Elliot's new job, and his divorce. He was careful not to blatantly stare at her when he finally told them that he was single again. The day began to wane when someone suggested they go out for drinks. Olivia had been on edge about the moment when there would be an after work, casual time between them. The last time she saw him was in a bar, and the drinks in their systems had led to all kinds of behavior. She wandered what tonight would bring and couldn't tell if she was scared, or excited.
Elliot had been planning his reunion with Olivia since he received his subpoena. He knew she would probably react badly when she saw him and try to ignore the little voyeuristic moment they shared. He didn't intend to let her forget what she'd done to him for a moment. From that day to this, not a moment passed that he wasn't uncomfortably aware of Olivia's affect on him.
There weren't enough one night stands or, over-eager fuck buddies alive to truly satisfy him now that he'd seen her, unhinged. Elliot wouldn't be able to rest until he was the cause of her moans, her flushed skin, and her wetness. He was relieved when someone suggested drinks; it was the only way they knew how to celebrate. Elliot had been counting on the time alone with Olivia and a few drinks in their systems. She had been silent during his visit to the precinct, but Elliot was determined to elicit some response from her before the night was finished.
They headed somewhere that loved cops and would give them the best discounts, filing in with an air of expectancy. Elliot ushered Olivia over to a table, his hand never leaving her arm or her side. When he pulled out her chair, she in eyed him suspiciously but sat all the same. Of course, he sat beside her, scooting his chair as close to hers as he could. He smiled at her, draping an arm across the top of her chair, taking pleasure in her nearly imperceptible shudder.
Elliot's intentions were obvious, and everyone was happy for them and hoped that eventually they would get over their awkwardness and have at it.
The drinks came as surely as the sun, round after round of beers and shots of whiskey. The unpleasantness of the last months was never a topic. They only discussed the cases where they'd made a difference, or where one of the normally stoic officers made hilarious asses of themselves. Olivia felt herself relaxing with every drink, but was careful this time not to get drunk. Elliot, she noticed wasn't drinking much either and this gave her some hope that he was serious tonight.
Elliot kept his hands to himself throughout the night, waiting for his old friends to get drunk and distracted. Olivia was still sitting beside him, her nerves completely shot. When she nudged out of his grasp to use the bathroom he took chance. He followed her, dropping money on the table and grabbing her wallet, disregarding the others left staring after them at the table. Walking up behind her Elliot grabbed her arm, leading her away from the bathrooms and out of the back door.
Olivia let him lead her out, not caring who'd seen him. Once they got outside their eyes scanned the area for errant smokers or busboys, finding nothing. Chuckling Elliot pulled her into him again, this time his hands grabbing her ass and grinding her into his impressively long erection. Olivia whimpered softly at the contact, her body already completely on edge from his attentions throughout the night.
Elliot dropped his lips to her cheek, then the tip of her nose, " this is the last time I see you in an alley," he laughed as he backed her into the wall behind them, his fingers now insistently stroking her between her legs. Olivia whimpered quietly as he touched her clit through her pants before pushing his hand away, "I don't want to do this here, El…let's go to my place… I'm nearby," she managed. They didn't really care what anyone thought, it was late and Olivia was off duty. She cursed thinking she would need to go in and grab her wallet, but Elliot had brought it with him. She raised her eyebrow at this foresight, her heart beating faster when she wondered what else he had planned for.
They hailed a cab, Elliot sliding right up against Olivia in the back seat. After giving the address, he leant into her, his hand immediately making its way along the inside of her thigh. Her head lolled to the side, as she panted softly in the cab. He was touching her so perfectly and her hips rose and fell gently against his hand. They couldn't stop themselves, even when Olivia's phone rang with Munch, then Fin's rings. The driver pulled to a stop in front of her apartment interrupting their kissing and they climbed frantically out of the cab.
Elliot had been waiting for the chance to have her to himself without subterfuge, and he could see that she was submitting to him. They rushed to her door, discretely undressing as they walked into her apartment. Before she could speak Elliot was kissing her, softly at first and then so passionately she could barely breathe.
They kissed, weaving their fingers through the other's hair and stumbling blindly around Olivia's small living room. Olivia broke the kiss suddenly, pulling his face to hers, "I've wanted this for a long time," Elliot smiled at that and kissed her quickly, " I know Olivia, I've wanted you….and now, no more games, just you and me, " he said seriously. Olivia nodded, stepping away from him. Elliot watched as her hands moved to her blazer, sliding it off her shoulders and throwing it casually to the ground. He stopped her before she could unbutton her shirt, taking the delicate fabric and ripping it. She yelped a little in surprise when he tore her blouse, his hands moving immediately to her bra, ripping that too.
Elliot gasped a little at his first real look at Olivia, topless. They were older now, but she was even more perfect that he'd imagined. Her creamy skin was smooth and he ached to feel her against him. He began to pull at his shirt, his fingers fumbling in excitement around the buttons. Observing his frustration, Olivia raised her hands to his shirt, ripping it open and tugging it off. Her hands massaged his biceps before stepping into him, pressing her bare chest against his.
They moaned at the contact and Elliot dropped his head to her neck, nibbling her skin. They kissed again, content for a moment to stand there wrapped in each other's arms. Elliot squirmed uncomfortably against the tightness in his pants. Tearing his lips from Olivia's he rasped, "Liv…I need you, now." She moaned at his words, immediately undoing the buttons on her pants and sliding them off, pushing him onto the couch.
He thought he was in control of the situation, but now she'd flipped things on him and he was at her mercy. Elliot watched as she tugged his pants down, her hands immediately reaching into his boxers and pulling his erection out. He swallowed a groan when she licked her lips, before locking eyes with him and wrapping her lips around his cock.
Elliot struggled not to ram his himself down her throat but was on the losing end of the battle. He could only watch himself disappear inside of her mouth, the pinkness of her lips around him the most beautiful sight. He felt himself tighten from deep within, and pulled out of her mouth, "I've got to be inside of you now." Olivia climbed onto his lap, teasing him with the warmth of her body.
With a growl he tightened his grip on her, and flipped her on her back. His move wrenched a giggle from her, and he couldn't help but kiss her while he ran his hands up and down her smooth sides, pausing to errantly caress her nipple. Elliot reached between them, teasing her with his fingers before slipping them inside of her body. She rocked against his hand again, moaning his name quietly. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, loving the softness and heat. As her cries escalated, Elliot found it harder to keep from burying himself inside of her.
She made the decision for him, easing his fingers out of him and reaching between them to thrust herself on his waiting cock. His eyes widened as she took him in, and he thrust forward into her body, supporting his weight with her couch. Elliot looked at Olivia as he thrust into her, a satisfied smile plastered on her face. She moaned as lifted her leg over his hips to thrust deeper. Their hips moved together, quickly and their lips found one another in a brutal kiss.
They only intelligible words were the slurred versions of their names as they moved together, sweaty and hard on Olivia's couch. Her legs started to shake around his waist, and then he felt her tense around him, her walls rippling with the delicate vibrations of the sexiest orgasm he'd ever seen. She stayed there, still clenching around him name when he came inside of her, slowly moving, their bodies sliding against one another, slick with sweat.
Elliot fell heavily against Olivia, lying still inside of her for a moment. He lifted himself off her, leaning in to kiss her bruised lips. They looked sleepily at one another before laughing at their tattered clothes, mussed hair, and strategically placed love bites. Elliot pulled out of her, rising off of the couch and pulling her up with him. Olivia grabbed his hand, kicking her torn bra out of the way and led him to her bedroom where they laid down, exhausted; her back pressed against his front.
"I want to stay inside you, all night," he murmured into her ear. Olivia nodded, parting her legs slightly. Elliot kissed her shoulder, slipping himself back inside of her body and draping an arm around her waist before falling back onto the pillow. They would deal with everything in the morning, but at least now the tension would be easier to bear.
In the living room, Olivia's phone vibrated noisily on the floor, but the door was closed and she never heard it. The phone vibrated again, the number showing up restricted. Finally after the fourth call, the person left a message. Olivia and Elliot slept for a few hours before Olivia awoke to use the bathroom, slipping from underneath Elliot's grasp.
Elliot was still asleep when she came out and so she padded into the kitchen for food. By the time she checked her phone she had seven missed calls and two messages. Immediately her heart began to race, as she thought of all the potential problems that could have arisen. Shakily she dialed her voice mail, her eyes widening when she recognized the voice on the other line, Dean Porter.
Next: Elliot and Olivia try to make a go of it, but work complicates their lives again when Olivia has to confront one of her greatest fears.