The first thing she notices when she opens her eyes is that it is still dark outside. The second is that her room smells like sex. The third, oh God, the third is that he is still beside her, naked.
The image of him naked and asleep across her bed will forever be burned into her mind. The sheet laying haphazardly over his waist, his chest bare, and in the moonlight she can see the outline of his tattoo. She always wanted to touch that tattoo, run her finger along the cross. Olivia studies his breathing and determines that he is still in in a deep sleep so she reaches over and traces the lines. His skin prickles beneath her fingers. The temptation is too great so she bends to place a kiss on his shoulder, right above the head of Jesus. Her tongue darts out to taste the skin there. He is salty and smells like sex and a faint hint of soap.
"Do that again," he murmurs with his eyes still closed. Her lips stop moving against his skin. He was awake. She is caught. But as she looks up she can see he is already starting to grow hard beneath the sheet. So she does it again, but this time she trails her tongue up his shoulder and into the dip of his neck. When she bites into the skin there, his breathing hitches and his hands, once lying at his sides, make their way up her bare back. He is pulling her against him and before she knows it, she is flat and naked across him. His cock is already hard, pressing into her thigh. Instantly, she wants him again. And she wonders if it will always be this way. If a touch in the precinct or a glance in her direction across their desks will make her soaking wet for him.
She sits up and feels him beginning to press into her. Just a few inches more and he will be filling her, stretching her once again. Olivia is flooded with wetness as soon as the thought crosses her mind. In a few short seconds, she is hungry for him again. She lifts up on her knees and grasps his cock with her right hand. She runs over the length of him, feeling every vein and ridge that she hadn't studied last night. Precum has gathered at the tip and she gets the sudden urge to taste him. Her tongue darts through her lips and she swirls it around him. He lets out a carnal growl. He is just a little bit salty but God he feels like silk against her tongue. She runs it down the length of him and back up. He twitches against her mouth.
"Are you sure?" He pauses to question her. Of course she is sure. How could she not be? And then she remembers that he is barely just separated from his wife and in a few short hours they have to be back at the station and he has children and he….she can't think anymore, she can't get worked up over this, so she simply raises herself back up on her knees and sinks down onto him. She is sore from only hours ago but God he is big and full inside her once again.
This time, she sets the pace. She is slow, almost lazy against him as she lifts herself up and back down on his cock. She straddles him with her legs on either side of his thighs. His hands are everywhere – her hair, her shoulders, down her breasts and stomach. He is feeling and soothing every inch of her that he ransacked last night. He reaches over and pulls her chin to him. Her lips will never cease to amaze him, so full and somehow always just a slight shade of pink. He runs his tongue across her bottom lip and her tongue meets him there. The contact had just as much electricity behind it as last night, but this time, this time things felt different. This no longer felt like a drunken one nightstand. The connection they shared when they first met has only grown and she can feel it expanding with each look into his eyes and touch and kiss.
She places her hands flat along his chest and grinds into him, feeling the slow building pleasure rise up from her core again. He is smooth lines and hard curves and his muscles ripple as he is impaling into her. Lord, the feeling of him rocking beneath her was spurring her on, and he would rotate his pelvis every so often to rub against her clit. She purred above him, the sluggish pace starting to drive her mad. She needed more friction from him but he held her hips to slow her movement when she started to jerk harder, faster into him. "Easy Liv. Just take it slow. I want this to last" he growled against her but his voice is dark and ragged and she can tell he is struggling to stay in control just as much as she was.
He exhales against her and she can see his jaw clenching, see him fighting to hold on just a little bit longer. Her breathing hitches when he dips his hands to her ass to pull her down onto him as he pushes up against her.
Her legs begin to tremble and she knows she can't hold out much longer. "More…" she bucks on top of him and begins to take over control, her hips starting a maddening pace. He releases his hold on her hips and instead moves to wind his hands through her hair. He uses the back of her head to pull her down to him, his month landing to the side of her jaw. He licks along the ridge.
The combination of his tongue, her clit now ground against his pelvis, her nipples brushing his chest, it is all too much. The world stops spinning on its axis and she feels herself splitting it two for him. But this time, it isn't just her body, she feels herself open up to him. The tether that binds them will go much deeper than tonight.
Her core vibrates and hums around his cock and she feels herself tightening, tightening so hard around him that she almost expels him from her body. She loses control when he lifts his hips hard into her. Her entire body tingles, her ears are ringing and she is staring right into his blue eyes and she spasms around his cock, finally, finally giving in and feeling the earth shatter beneath her. He pummels into her once more then holds her hard against him. His hands pressing her back tight into his chest. "Oh god, Elliot" She rasps as her eyes flutter, she struggles to keep them open against his blue entire body begins to shake above him. And he is giving into her heat and her wetness and he is dying inside of her.
"So tight" he chokes out as she comes and at the same time his cock pulses inside of her, his white-hot release coming in waves. He releases into her again, filling her to the brim.
"Shit" he grunts as he comes down from his high. It takes her a minute to recover. Her muscles ache and aftershocks still ripple through her. He can feel her clench and a spasm around his cock. And he is sensitive as fuck and it is almost painful to still feel her but he doesn't want to move her off of him.
She does it for him, climbing over him to allow his cock to slide out of her. She feels the immediate void of him, but the feeling is quickly replaced when she feels his fluids now mingled with her running down her thigh.
"I'm going to go take a shower. We have to be at work in 2 hours" she mentions casually and begins walking to door to the right of her bedroom.
Elliot is frozen on the bed. Does he follow her? Does he gather his clothes and leave? Does he meet her at the precinct and never mention the incident again? The last thought brings a tightness to his chest and he lets out a strangled breath. No, he couldn't have her for just one night; it wasn't enough.
She interrupts his thoughts right before she reaches the doorway to the bathroom. Olivia stops, turning her head to glance over her shoulder and glance at him.
"Aren't you going to join me?" She winks as she asks then continues her saunter to the bathroom. Never looking back to see if he follows. But knowing that he will.
Fin.