Author's Note: I am so sorry. I really am. When September hit, I mean really hit, I had writer's block the size of freakin' Texas. Fortunately, I managed to start this chapter before it happened and now that my writer's block is gone (thank god for the NCIS premiere!), I can continue it and it is one of my favorite parts of a fanfic, writing or reading.
The naked part. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"Liv!"
She jumped and then looked guiltily at her dinner companions. Alex and Casey had dragged her out of her apartment for a girl's night but Olivia couldn't get into it. It wasn't that she didn't want to but there was something on her mind. A big, strong blue eyed something on her mind to be more specific.
She hadn't seen Elliot since the Queens Narcotics unit raided Kathleen's bedroom 3 days before. She had stayed by his side as the officers left with an altoids box full of coke and a Ziploc bag of pills. She had kept a hand on his too stiff back as Kathleen was hauled away, kicking and screaming to lockup. After he had left Kathy a message, he had insisted on taking her home, much to her displeasure.
"I'll be okay, Liv. You shouldn't run yourself into the ground worrying about me. I'll call you later."
Normally, later didn't mean 3 days…
"Okay, what's wrong?" Alex Cabot demanded.
"Nothing.", she denied while picking at her lasagna.
"Yeah, right. You haven't said 10 words all night, you've barely touched your lasagna, which you love, and you keep fidgeting. What's wrong?" Casey Novak added on.
Olivia put down her fork and sighed deeply. It was time to come clean before they beat it out of her, which they totally would. That was what made them such good friends…
"Elliot and I kissed." she confessed quietly.
Both women choked on their wine and she clarified "Well, I kissed him but it...it still happened. Ever since, it's been one thing going to hell after the other. Kathy's dragging him to family court for custody, Kathleen's strung out on coke and god knows what else, and…and I'm worried about him. You guys know him. He might do something stupid! I...I don't want him to do something stupid."
Her voice cracked and she accepted the Kleenex Casey gave her gratefully.
"Check, please!" Alex called and she threw her coat at her, hitting her in her shocked face.
"Find him and talk to him. And let me just say that's about damned time."
Olivia blushed but nodded in agreement before hurrying out of the restaurant.
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He stood at his living room window, watching the neighborhood.
There was a group of young girls hailing a cab on the curb, each laughing at their failed attempts until they just decided to take the subway. Across the way in the next apartment, he could see a little girl being tucked in by her father, her very pregnant mother in the doorway smiling. Looking down, he could see a couple stumbling down the street kissing, ducking into an alley with goofy grins on their faces…
…and his partner had just pulled up. When she climbed out of her car, his heart went into double time. Olivia had always managed to stay feminine while working in SVU, even with all the perverts and the testosterone. She let everyone know that she was female, that she was supposed to be curved and now those luscious curves were highlighted in a midnight blue dress. She looked nervous but determined as she disappeared into the lobby.
He could hear her footsteps on the stairs and he opened the door before she could knock.
Instead of knocking, however, she forcefully pressed her lips against his, which was a much better greeting in his opinion.
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"I want you. I want you, now."
Was that her sounding like that? Was that her sounding so needy and fevered and sex kittenish? Judging by his widened eyes, the answer was a resounding yes. Well, now that he knew, she wasn't going to stop.
She was sick of stopping, of holding back. Now, that he was finally, completely, truly single again, she saw no reason to. Fortunately, he didn't either. A girlish squeal escaped her as he easily picked her up and his chuckle was deep, knowing, and erotic all at once.
"I didn't know you could squeal, Olivia…"
She whimpered as his teeth sank gently into her exposed cleavage.
"… and whimper. What other noises can you make?"
She bit him back, a little rougher but his hiss was pleased, not pained.
"Take me to bed and you'll find out." she cooed.
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It was like he was out of his body.
Olivia was underneath him and it felt so good, so perfect, so right. Perfect and right had never seemed to meet up with his life but now…god, now…
She sat up and he followed her so they were sitting on the bed. Her eyes were an impossible shade of chocolate, sharp and beautiful. She cupped his face in her hands and he pressed a kiss to her left palm, communicating with her silently in the way they were so good at. She understood immediately (she always did) and slid into his lap.
Elliot docilely held still and let her slip his shirt over his head, pleased to see the hungry gleam entering her gaze. He always managed to stay fit, even as the years piled on. Every crunch, chin up, and push up was worth seeing the approval in her eyes.
With shaking fingers, he touched her, looking for the zipper to her dress. Finding it on the side, he slowly lowered it, letting the fabric slip to her hips. She had on a simple black cotton bra, no padding and lace in sight. Olivia didn't feel the need for it all, driving home that this was a different sort of sex…lovemaking. With Kathy, the bra hit the floor with a thud and she had been desperately insecure, insisting on lights off and missionary.
Olivia boldly unclasped the bra and shoved him to his back, mounting him with a playful, triumphant smile. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as her full lips closed around his nipple and he yielded to the heat he was feeling and the need to give up control to her.
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He was so…cute.
Cute had never been a word that she had thought to associate with her partner but seeing his eyes roll back with pleasure filled her with tenderness. Also, there was more than a little pride and triumph. She was doing that! She was pleasuring him! Not Kathy, not Beck, not some other whore on the street but her! It was a hell of an aphrodisiac.
Kissing down his body, her tongue traced the defined muscles she found and he moaned quietly, shifting on the mattress. Pulling off his sweats, she took a look at his hardness for the first of many times. She liked what she saw…
He was thick and at least 8 inches long, the shaft a deep rose color. Tracing a thumb around the pink head, he growled and arched into the feather light touch. Olivia smiled and collected the drop of thick fluid that oozed out. He tasted spicy and sweet, a direct reflection of his personality.
Once you got past the heated crust of his anger and determination, he was soft and gooey, like a burnt marshmallow.
He looked her with fevered eyes and before she could even blink, she was underneath him with impressive speed.
She shivered as he pulled her dress off, taking her panties with them, leaving her only in her heels.
"You're fucking hot." he growled as he took her in.
Olivia shuddered as he rained kisses down her body and she cried out as his fingers first brushed against her throbbing clit, sending shocks straight to her needy pussy. She was already clenching inside and her creams were flowing out of her like a river, indicating years of suppressed desire, burning lust, and denied love were being released.
"So fucking hot." he mumbled as he settled his face between her legs, nuzzling at the nest of curls.
The wet, burning thrust of his tongue made all the air rush out of her lungs in an impressive scream of his name.
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He couldn't get enough of her.
Elliot moaned and greedily lapped at her, delighting in her squirming and screaming. Her flavor was enchanting, sweet like honey and tangy, reminding him of that lemon tea she liked so much. The heels of her shoes dug into his shoulders but he ignored the pain in favor of giving this to her.
She had been so loyal, so patient, so good to him. She deserved to be rewarded for it all and he wanted to show her how grateful he was to her. This was a perfect way. Plus, he loved going down on a woman. There was nothing like the feel and softness of a woman's core, her taste and her screams. Olivia was the softest, wettest, best woman he'd ever tasted and she would be the only one now.
Her creams thickened yet again and she began to buck against his face, the clang of his iron headboard telling him that she was gripping it for dear life.
"Elliot, please! Please…I can't…I can't! N-not again…El...ohh…."
Yet again, he proved her wrong, only now her screams were more like sobs and she went completely limp underneath him.
Finally withdrawing from her, he licked his lips clean and took her in. Her hair was hanging in her eyes and she was still shaking, he could see the muscles under her skin twitch and quiver. Slowly, one at a time, he removed her heels and threw them out the door, shattering the potted plant at the end of the hall.
She giggled and he rolled his eyes, placing himself on his arms above her.
With an annoyed noise, she knocked his arms out of alignment and he collapsed heavily on top of her. God, she was soft…
"Much better. Finish what you started, Stabler."
He grinned into her flesh and cheekily replied, "Yes, ma'am."
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She was going to have a hell of a time walking tomorrow.
Her eyes bulged as he slid deeper and deeper into her, filling every tight inch of her. Olivia panted and met him halfway, trying to take him all in. Both of them yelled as they accomplished that and she shivered hard as his pubic bone ground against her swollen clit.
"Sweet Jesus, Liv…" he groaned.
She nodded in agreement and he slowly began to withdraw, sliding halfway out before sinking back in. She gasped and dug her nails into his back. It hurt a little bit but it was nothing compared to the bliss she felt of having him. All of him.
Their lips met in sloppy kisses, their bodies beginning to tangle faster and faster together…
"God, Olivia. Liv, baby…"
"I know. Oh, god!"
That last thrust had ground against her G-spot and her vision began to swim as he did it again. Oooh, he felt so good, so perfect, so right. She could hardly believe it was finally happening. Oh, Elliot, her Elliot.
"Elliot.", she moaned again and again, reminding her of her dream in that Oregon hospital.
It had been just like this. He had reduced her to just his name and if Hope hadn't woken her up, the dream would've…
Her orgasm slammed into her like a sledgehammer and she could feel blood running from the nail gouges she had put in his back. All she could scream was his name and he nuzzled her neck, still moving strong, taking her higher and higher…
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"Elliot! Elliot!"
Never had his name sounded so good. He moved in response to her voice, matching the cadence of her cries. It seemed like she would be coming forever, her walls clenching and flooding nonstop. He wondered if it was one long orgasm or multiple ones.
Either way, he was glad that she was reacting like this, hot and uninhibited.
He licked at her throbbing pulse point and suckled on it, marking her. She'd kill him for the hickey later but it would be worth it. Everyone from the clerks to the sick fucks they went after would know that she was very much taken.
The thought snapped his control in two.
"Olivia!"
He came with startling force and she screamed her approval, wrapping her legs around him tight to hold him in. Shot after shot of his come surged out of him, making his whole body shake. As he moaned, her hand went to his back, rubbing gentle circles he finished.
He relaxed on top of her, letting nature take its course and she squeezed him possessively as he settled his face into her cleavage, idly licking up the collected sweat.
He met her gaze and she smiled at him dreamily, pressing kisses to his brow.
I love you, Elliot. Always.
He nuzzled her in response and closed his eyes, letting her heartbeat lull him into deep slumber.