"Don't answer it", he whispered. They were upright now, Olivia having gotten up to answer the door, and Elliot had to restrain himself from pulling her back down to the bed.
Instead his hands found her waist and his fingers pressed into the curves of her hips. The knocking persisted and with each passing second he could feel his resolve crumbling a little more.
"Its probably one of my neighbors complaining about the music." She kissed him quickly and headed towards her bedroom door. "Let me get rid of them and I'll be right back."
His heart skipped a beat. Whoever was behind that door was behind all of the kind things she had received that day. He had fought his feeling for twelve years and tonight it seemed he was finally done. He wasn't about to fight some prick with the hots for her too.
"Liv", he grabbed her hand gently, "Let me get rid of them. After all, we are probably going to need the music on."
She smiled, picking up on what he was implying.
"Just stay here and I'll be right back." He kissed her quickly on the lips and made her way to the front door.
The pounding on the door continued and Elliot was getting frustrated. "I'm coming!" He shouted.
But when he opened the door he was faced with nothing. Elliot smiled in relief, not wanting to deal with whatever intrusion was about to unfold.
He turned then, and sighed, as walked back into the bedroom?
"Who was it?"
"No one."
She smiled and the lust in her eyes reflected his own desires.
He smiled too and crawled back over her, supporting his weight on his elbows. He kissed her gently and pulled her bottom lip between his. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand on her thigh, slowly stroking her.
He wedged a knee between her thighs and she could feel the bulk of him press her further into the mattress. She broke the kiss then, needing to take in more air as the gravity of the situation hit her full force.
Hips lips didn't leave her for long. In the time it took for her to draw in a breath he attached himself to her neck, teasing the delicate flesh with his tongue.
"Elliot", she whispered.
He chuckled against her and continued his path down her body. His hands were under her dress now, caressing the tender curves of her waist and moving down to her hips.
She picked up on what he was intending, instantly sending her dress over her shoulders. His tongue ran across the flesh of her lower abdomen as his hands made their way inside her panties, pulling them down.
Modesty struck her then, realizing he was eye level with her most intimate parts and he was still fully clothed. Before he had the chance to make contact and render her senseless, she flipped them over and situated herself in his lap, gravity pulling her down onto his caged erection.
They moaned in unison has their centers met. She could feel him throbbing through his pants and her hands flew to his belt needing no more incentive.
His fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, feeling not a shred of modesty as his fabric was peeled away.
Her eyes widened when she realized why.
He was beautiful.
She had seen him shirtless on several different occasions but now, under her, at her mercy, his hard body waiting and willing, muscles twitching with anticipation, he was glorious.
Her hands mapped out the soft curves that defined him. Each toned muscle tensing and relaxing as her hands ran over him. He grabbed her hips and grinded against her, displaying his urgency.
She wasn't going to let him distract her though. Taking the opportunity he had, she lowed herself onto him and moved south.
She felt the exact moment when his brain registered what she was doing. Every synapses fired at once as her mouth closed over him.
"Liv", he groaned. "Olivia, you can't keep that up if you want this to last."
She smiled against him but was careful to keep up the pressure. She was competitive on a daily basis but in bed, she wanted to prove that she was every bit as capable of pleasing him past the point of sense as he was.
She moved her mouth over him, sliding up and down while he moaned. She mentally patted herself on the back for having done such a damn good job. For Christ sake he was almost keening.
But in the time it had taken for her to congratulate herself, she had completely missed when he flipped her over, climbed down her body and pulled her legs over his shoulders.
"The hell?" She asked and he smiled.
"I'm only human, Liv." He looked up and her from his position and gave her a sexy grin. She knew she was in deep shit, him having the same competitive streak as she.
He gave her a long teasing lick upward and circled her clit with his tongue. She gripped the sheets as his mouth closed over her and his fingers stroked her opening.
He was relentless. It started with one, a slow steady rhythm as his tongue flicked against her. But then it became more frantic, more hungry and animalistic. He added a second and then a third finger inside her and pushed at a punishing rate as his mouth, sucked, licked, and teased the tender bundle of nerves nestled between her legs.
"El", she moaned as her body began to tighten. She didn't want to come then. Romantic notions aside, she wanted him inside her when she came.
At least the first time.
She clawed at his back, needing to get his attention somehow, only capable of speech when he stopped gnawing at her.
"El, now."
He smiled and gave her clit one last gentle kiss.
He climbed over her and situated himself between her legs. She felt him, a mere nudge of the hips away from being inside her. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her down to him.
He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her body as he finally pushed his way in.
His dick was just as intense as the rest of him. Hard, huge, refusing her body any mercy as he stretched and filled her core.
He stayed still, knowing she needed time, feeling her body tense as it took in each inch of him. He reached between them, gently rubbing her tender nub until he felt her body relax.
He pulled back then, kissing her neck before easing into her once more.
And once again he started out slow before moving up to a more feverish pace. It was all Olivia could do to hold onto him and hang on for dear life.
She wrapped her legs around him, playing on his strength to support her weight as she bucked against him.
He didn't mind one bit as the angle allowed him to sink farther into her depths.
Her body was starting the tense again, the pleasure mounting within her. It was almost overwhelming.
Finally she threw her head back, giving in to the physical as his final thrusts pushed her over the edge. Waves of white, hot, fiery, bliss crashed against her as her body shook, rolled, and clutched all at once.
She was only vaguely aware of his body on top of hers coming down from the same high she had just experienced. It was only when he pulled out of her and her body registered the ache that she realized she was still conscience.
He smiled down at her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Happy birthday."
She laughed at the cliche. "Just what I wanted."
He realized it was too late when he saw her get out of the cab. He knew, before he even walked up to her apartment that she was going to end up in his arms, in Stabler's arms.
It was bitter but it was sweet. She was happy and that was all he really wanted for her. It wasn't until her knocked on her door and he heard Elliot shouting at the intrusion that he realized how far it had gone.
How far she let it go.
It was supposed to be him. She was supposed to end up in his arms, spend the night with him, wake up next to him.
Not Stabler.
He wanted to go back up there but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not now; not if it meant ruining everything she was just given.
She deserved to be happy and he wanted that for her.
He sighed then, and turned down the street, content to continue admiring her from afar.
For now.
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