The final chapter of this two-shot that turned into a three-shot. Enjoy!
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"Are you cold?" he asked her.
"Not yet," Olivia replied with a smile and Elliot smiled as well.
He felt better now. Much better. He wished they could stay in this little world of theirs for a while longer. They were off duty and had gotten the next day off because of his all-nighter the night before. He wanted to make love to Olivia all night long, to try and erase his earlier outburst. It would take time for him to start forgiving himself, and as long as the evidence of his behavior was still visible on Olivia's body, he knew he wouldn't be able to.
He loved her and he'd finally told her. Tonight was the night he was starting to heal from all the hurt and unfairness in his life. He knew Olivia understood, because her life hadn't been that different from his. That was why he felt so safe with her and that was why she had understood his need to let his anger out. He wondered when she would reach that point herself, if ever. Maybe she wouldn't, now that they were finally giving in to this thing between them, as she'd called it.
Olivia was stirring and he focused his attention on her again.
"You wanna get some sleep?" he asked her softly.
"Hmmm," she hummed and he took that as a yes.
He sat up to turn down the comforter and nudged her to do the same. She let herself roll off the bed and then jumped to her feet. He looked at the stunning naked woman by his bedside and could hardly believe they were here, like this, at last. He crawled under the covers and patted the empty space next to him, looking up at her expectantly. But Olivia seemed to have other plans. She walked around the bed to his side and pulled the covers away from his body. She looked at him then, and he could almost feel her eyes on him as she took him in slowly, from head to feet. His manhood twitched under her gaze and he saw her smile when she saw it. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she jumped on top of him, straddling his thighs, saying with a wide grin,
"My turn."
He opened his mouth but he had no words. Her turn? Before he could ask what she was up to, she smoothed her perfect body over his and kissed him deeply. When she broke off the kiss, he looked up at her and marveled at the fire in her eyes. He swallowed hard. He suddenly felt like she was a hunter and he was her prey.
"I want you to remember this night ..." Olivia said huskily while she moved down his body, kissing his pecs.
"As the night ..."
He held his breath when she sucked gently on his nipples, one by one.
"That your most secret fantasies ..."
Her hands stayed on his nipples while she scooted further down his body, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen.
"That you thought would never become real ..."
His body jolted when she moved one hand down and wrapped it around his cock.
"Came true."
"Liv," he croaked but he couldn't get anything else out because she wrapped her full lips around his now rock-hard member and swiped her tongue around his tip.
He had thought this night would haunt him for the rest of his life because it was the night he'd violated his best friend. But seeing Olivia like this, like a true temptress taking charge, made him believe that the memory might actually turn out to be different after all. Her eyes were sparkling and Elliot held his breath, wondering what she would do next. He'd already given her his heart and soul but she was clearly after his body now. And it was hers. Wholly and completely.
"I'm yours," he whispered and Olivia crawled over him to look deep into his eyes.
"I know," she said. "You've been mine from the moment I stepped into your bedroom."
He couldn't argue with that. He'd been hers probably even before that, but from the moment she'd come in to see if he was alright, she'd held him in the palm of her hand. She had forced him to face himself, including the ugly parts of himself that he'd kept hidden for so long, and she had given him her body willingly to show him who he was and that he couldn't go on without her. Without having her, as completely as she already had him, to be completely himself with.
He couldn't believe what Olivia was doing. She was in charge. She had draped herself over him again and had just bitten his left earlobe so hard that he was sure he was bleeding. He'd squeezed her ass hard. It had been a reflex, but she seemed to like it a lot. She was marking his neck too, arousing his body using pain and pleasure in a way that was completely new for him, but tantalizing. When she kissed him, she bit down lightly on his lower lip and he groaned. His manhood was twitching and he felt like his body was waiting to see where she'd strike next. When she found his right ear, he scraped her shoulder with his teeth. Olivia moaned loudly and sucked the skin of his neck in her mouth.
"Liv," Elliot panted, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't fight it," she whispered in his ear.
And he didn't. He surrendered to her and to the feelings she was bringing out in him. He wanted her again. He wanted to fuck her hard and he wanted to make love to her slowly. He didn't know how to combine those two desires and he didn't have to. All he had to do was follow Olivia's lead. When he tried to turn them around so he'd be on top, Olivia grinned and then rolled them over again. Before he could object, she was straddling his abdomen and kissing him deeply. His hands went to her breasts automatically. Olivia moaned in his mouth when he squeezed them and he wondered briefly if he'd hurt her, but she broke off the kiss, arching her back and he knew she wanted more. When he squeezed again, she scooted down and moved her glistening folds over his erection.
Elliot groaned again. He wasn't inside her yet but he wanted to be, desperately. She was moving up and down the length of him while staring into his eyes. Her hands moved across his chest until her fingers found his nipples. He saw a devilish smile appear on her face and then she sank down around his erect member while simultaneously pinching both his nipples, hard.
"Fuck!" Elliot yelled, not knowing what to focus on, the pleasure or the pain, and feeling something resembling an electrical shock shoot through his entire body.
When Olivia started to move he thought he could focus on the sensational feeling of being inside her but when she scraped her fingernails down his chest he bit his lip. It felt so good. So intense. Was this what she had experienced earlier? He'd been so rough with her but she had climaxed. His entire body was on high alert and he bucked up to meet Olivia's movements. He grabbed her hips and when she slammed down harder on him, he squeezed harder.
Olivia hummed, closing her eyes while speeding up a little. Elliot stared up at her and was overcome by a need to drive deeper into her, to make her feel the depth of his love for her. He wrapped his arms around her and turned them over again, and this time, Olivia didn't stop him. She spread herself wider for him and dug her fingernails in his ass. The sting of pain spurred him on and he thrust into her hard.
"Yeah, ooooowww," Olivia moaned and he just had to kiss her.
He leaned on his elbows to keep his weight off her and kissed her while continuing to thrust into her. Olivia kissed him back hungrily and scraped her fingernails up and down his back. Elliot had to break off the kiss to take a breath because the things she was making him feel were taking his breath away, quite literally.
"Oh baby," he croaked.
They sped up and he couldn't believe how they could be so raw and so loving at the same time. Maybe they would always be like this. Uncontrolled within the safety zone they had created together. They were already heading for their climax and Olivia pulled him down until he was almost crushing her, but she wanted him like this. Elliot hid his face in the crook of her neck and grunted with each deep thrust. Olivia had wrapped her legs around him and was making high-pitched sounds that were growing louder and louder. When he felt her body start to contract around him, she bit down on his shoulder, muffling her low groans of ecstasy while her orgasm ripped through her body.
It triggered his own release and he cried out her name when his body started to convulse, releasing its load deep inside her. Olivia's nails were scraping his back again and she bucked up to meet his final, erratic thrusts while whispering his name over and over again.
When he finally pushed himself up to look at her, he saw blood on her lips. She answered the unspoken question in his eyes, nodding at his shoulder.
"I drew blood. Hope you don't mind."
He didn't mind. Not at all and he kissed her softly, licking his own blood off of her lips.
"You're a bit of an animal yourself, aren't you?" he mumbled against her lips.
"Sorry," she whispered, but he knew she didn't mean it. She wasn't sorry at all, just like he didn't need to be sorry for what he'd done earlier.
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Elliot looked into her eyes and smiled, and Olivia could tell that the last remnants of guilt were leaving him. They both carried bite marks now and she would wear hers with pride. It was proof of how they could truly be themselves with each other. It was none of anyone's business how they behaved in the bedroom. They weren't average people and they didn't have an average job, and sometimes they needed to blow off steam in a way that might not be considered average. She didn't care. It was who they were. Who they were going to be from now on, together.
They would still be intense people, easily angered and unstoppable when fighting for justice for others, but together, like this, they would no longer be on a path towards self-destruction. Because they had an outlet. A place where they would be completely safe, and where nothing would break if they let it all out. A place where letting it all out became a good thing, bringing them even closer to each other. A place where disagreements were settled and common ground was found. A place where they could leave behind the grime of the world and just be them. Like this. Just like this. Intimately connected in ways that no one would ever understand. It was fine with her. And she could see in Elliot's eyes that it was fine with him as well. He would be alright now. They were going to be alright.
He leaned in to kiss her softly and she nicked his lip with her teeth before kissing him back.
"I love you, Olivia Benson," Elliot said and tears welled up in her eyes.
He made it seem so easy. And it was. It finally was easy for her as well. And so she answered him softly,
"I love you, Elliot Stabler."
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I know the possibilities for additional chapters are endless here, but I've said what I wanted to say with this little story. I'm sure you can all imagine how this continues. I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading. Reviews are always appreciated.
