"You look," Elliot begins, taking the few steps to get to her. "Absolutely breathtaking," he says, punctuating his remarks by inhaling then exhaling deeply.
When he reaches her he places one hand on her waist and the other on the belt of her robe. Olivia clasps her hands behind his neck, waiting for his reaction.
He slowly unties it, letting the robe fall open on its own. She smiles when she hears his short intake of breath.
She's wearing a satin, lavender open front baby doll nightie with see through plum colored lace cups tied together with a bow. Matching satin and lace bikini panties complete the set.
She can feel his eyes tracing the length of her body as if he's using his hands for the journey.
"So you like it," Olivia asks, grinning up at him.
Instead of responding he leans down to capture her mouth in a kiss. It's a very slow exploration, a sucking and nipping of her lips.
They pause long enough for Olivia to take Elliot's hand leading him to her bedroom. He shucks his shoes along the way.
As they stand in front of her bed, he slips the robe down over her shoulders placing a lingering kiss on her skin as it falls.
"Are you sure?"
Olivia nods without hesitation while helping him pull his shirt up and over his head. Once off, it comes to rest somewhere near her discarded robe.
She takes her time roaming her fingertips over his chest and down his stomach before stepping closer to him. Olivia inhales his scent before putting her lips everywhere her hands have just been.
"This'll probably go better without these," she tells him, tugging at his jeans.
Elliot smiles before unbuttoning and dropping his pants revealing gray boxer briefs and his burgeoning excitement for her.
"Better," he asks in a whisper, placing his arms around her again, lightly biting her earlobe and pulling her body flush against his.
"Yes," she moans, feeling him through what little they're both wearing.
Elliot brings his mouth back to hers and she feels like he's trying to consume her. She feels his hands tracing the delicate curves of her back before they travel over the satin material beneath her thighs lifting her.
When he puts her on the bed she backs up towards her pillows, coming to rest on both elbows. He takes the time again to look over the woman that lays before him unable to keep from smiling.
"Stop drooling and get up here."
Elliot crawls leisurely up and over her body. He grins devilishly as he takes his teeth to the ribbon holding the lace cups together and pulls away. She sits up letting the material fall off altogether, revealing her round ample breasts.
He kisses her again, starting at her lips, laying her down as he trails his mouth from her chin down her neck, licking his way over her collar bone before placing a gentle kiss over her newly acquired scar. When he takes her nipple into his mouth, she nearly comes undone.
Olivia feels his teeth graze over the sensitive bud before he blows on it and begins making circular motions with his tongue. She can't help grabbing the back of his head to spur him on.
As he drives her insane with his lips on one, his left hand is massaging the other while his right is grasping her thigh. Olivia's always loved his ability to multitask.
She moans as he switches his ministrations to the opposite side. Olivia feels the desire to kiss him again and pulls his face back up to hers. Before she realizes it she's bucking into him causing his own moan to escape.
Olivia decides she likes that sound and wants to hear it again. She finds the waistband of his boxer briefs, smoothing her hands over his ass as she pushes them down.
Elliot kicks them off the bed now laying completely naked over his ex-partner. He reattaches his lips to hers resting between her thighs. She reaches down stroking the length of him to distraction. Her languid, torturous exploration of Elliot has him moaning again and she loves it.
Not one to be one-upped he stops her.
"You're not playing fair," he whispers before placing a bite to her neck then soothing it with his tongue. "My turn."
He gets a naughty look on his face before he's kissing her again, tasting her, nipping at her lips and making love to her mouth. It's a distraction and she knows it.
Before she can process it her panties are down her legs, gone and Elliot is rubbing two digits teasingly against her before delving inside. His adept fingers has her clinching the sheets with an arch in her back. And as good as it feels she doesn't want an orgasm from his fingers.
Olivia pulls his hand away, squeezes her inner thighs against him flipping them over. She reaches over to her nightstand drawer retrieving a condom.
"Glad one of us is thinking," he says folding both arms behind his head. He smiles up at her knowing exactly what she wants.
There's no surprise when she rips it open with her teeth and slides it on without his assistance. She was always a take charge kind of woman.
Once she's sheathed him, Elliot flips them again.
"And I thought you were gonna' let me do all the work," she says, feeling him rub against her entrance. "I'm still healing you know."
Elliot reverently rubs a finger over the new scar. She can tell he's thinking about what could've happened to her with the change in his demeanor.
"Hey," she tells him, pulling his attention back to her eyes. "I'm right here," she whispers against his lips as he rests his forehead on hers. She feels him nod as Elliot covers her lips again, kissing her like she wanted him to in the hospital.
When he finally joins them together Elliot gasps. At feeling her all around him, he can't believe the combination of emotions that hit him all at once. He wants to tell her about the most important one. He wants her to know…
"El baby you gotta move," she whispers into his ear, as she cradles his face with her hands. The words are enough to shake him from his thoughts.
Elliot's strokes are unhurried and deliberate while kissing every square inch of skin he can reach in their current position. Olivia does the same when she isn't mapping his skin with her hands.
"You feel so good," he tells her, pulling one of her thighs higher to get deeper. He moves within her smoothly like the lubricated pistons of a V8 engine. It's calm and quiet initially but building in strength with each passing moment.
She meets every stroke with one of her own until they become erratic and fueled with fire and intensity. Her heartbeat is just as wild as his movements and she can feel the sweat coating their skin. The rain against her window effectively muffles the grunts and moans of their passionate love making.
Long minutes later, Olivia can feel the familiar electricity building in the pit of her stomach and she knows she's close.
"El I'm," she tries, unable to get the words out but he understands.
He reaches between them stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves he knows will send her flying over the edge. Elliot isn't that far away from it himself.
Olivia's body responds almost instantly, her back arching up of its own accord as she screams out. In feeling her inner muscles clench around him, Elliot's not long to follow her. He collapses to the side of her waiting to catch his breath, discarding the condom in a nearby wastebasket.
He pulls the covers up and over their cooling bodies as an after thought, the heat of them making it unnecessary before. The only light source is that of the moon as it peaks through her curtains and bathes them in its soft glow.
Olivia can't believe that three weeks ago she was in a hospital longing for something rejuvenating, something light to contrast the darkness she sees too often, something or someone to show her the pleasure of life outside of SVU.
Since she's been back in touch with Elliot, he's done exactly that. Whatever the reason, he's become what she's needed, wanted. Whether it was from the thought of losing her or all the therapy he's gone through, he's not the same guy that retired.
Her partner she loved. This man, she's half way being in love with. Aside from their physical attraction to one another, Olivia knows people have assumed that to be the case all along. But it wasn't because she knew he was unattainable, and she's no masochist.
They lay on their sides facing each other. Very little space exists between them as Elliot pushes her hair out of her face before laying a hand on her side. She's playing with what little hair he has on his chest, grinning her disbelief at what just happened. Or more so, who it just happened with.
"I'm happy too," she whispers in the dark and quiet of the room. The admission both surprises and scares her.
Olivia can see the smile on his face before he leans over to kiss her.
"I'm glad," he tells her when he pulls away. After a few seconds a chuckle escapes his lips.
"What," she asks, lowering her hand to peruse the mane on his stomach.
"You called me baby," he reveals, earning a playful slap to his chest.
"It went with the moment you ass," she responds. "Had to say something to snap you out of your reverie," she tells him, going back to placing a hand on his stomach.
"It was just weird hearing it from you that first time," he admits, now stroking her thigh.
"Weird," she repeats. "We…as in you and I…are lying here naked," she begins. "In my bed after having sex and that's the weird part," she asks incredulously.
"It was," he says. "But now that I've heard you call me that," he begins, pulling her thigh over his. "I kind of want to hear it again," he tells her grinning.
"Really," she asks, amused.
"Yeah," he tells her, rubbing her thigh. "You could probably get me to do anything if you started with 'baby'," he confesses, turning to lay on his back.
"Really," Olivia repeats, mischievously.
"Yes," Elliot tells her again as he pulls her half on top of him.
"I'll try not to use that knowledge for evil," she says, getting comfortable against him.
"You know it's a man's biological response to sleep after sex right," he advises, after feeling her breaths slow against him.
"Your fault," she mumbles.
Elliot smiles and decides to let her sleep. Minutes later he's drifting off into his own dreamland.
Night turns into day and before they realize the sun is creeping up over the horizon, bathing Olivia's room in an orange light. It's a stark contrast from the gray, rainy night that has passed.
Her bladder and stomach conspire to wake her from a peaceful rest. Olivia manages to successfully retract herself from Elliot without disturbing him.
She picks her robe up from the floor and enters the bathroom quietly shutting the door behind her. After flushing and washing her hands she creeps past his sleeping form and into the kitchen.
Olivia knows she shouldn't, but that cheesecake with strawberry sauce was calling to her even as she slept. She cuts a small sliver, places it on a saucer and sits atop the counter to indulge herself. The first bite is so good she closes her eyes to relish in the taste. When she opens them again Elliot is standing before her in his underwear.
"Shit," she yells. "Elliot, you scared the hell out of me."
He approaches her smiling, reaching for her dessert.
"Sorry," he tells her, as she dodges his attempts to take her saucer. "But that's what you get for leaving me in bed alone."
Elliot allows her another bite before taking a different approach.
"Can I have a taste," he asks, coming closer to stand between her legs.
Olivia puts a piece of cheesecake on the fork, holding it out to him. Instead of taking the bite he leans in and captures her lips, delving into her mouth, tasting her and the dessert before pulling back.
"Wow that is good," he says, licking his lips for emphasis.
Then he picks up the fork and feeds her the rest of the cheesecake. Elliot lays the saucer down next to them and captures her lips again.
Before Olivia knows it Elliot has slipped her robe down her shoulders to her waist and is trailing his lips from her mouth to her throat. She's beginning to wonder if she should retire too so he'll never have to stop touching her.
She places her arms are around his neck, pulling him closer so she can get her lips on his again.
"El baby," she begins, garnering an immediate smile from him. "I'm still hungry."
She closes her robe again, so that he can focus on something other than her naked body.
"So am I," he tells her as his eyes darken. "But if the lady wants food, then food she shall have," he adds, stepping away from her.
"I'm gonna' take a shower first," she says, hopping down off the counter. "Then we can get some breakfast at the diner down the street."
"Okay," he tells her. "Why don't I meet you there in an hour," he suggests. "I'm gonna go home, shower and change too."
It dawns on her that she has no idea where Elliot lives now. He's always met her wherever they were going or back here at her apartment.
"So where is home for you," she asks, as they enter her bedroom again. Olivia watches as he gathers his clothes, putting them back on. She notices that his demeanor changes when she asks the question.
"Um, not far actually," he responds.
"Elliot," she says, approaching him as he sits on her bed to put his shoes on.
"Yeah," he says, avoiding looking up at her.
"Where are you living now," she asks, crossing her arms over her chest. She has a bad feeling that whatever words are about to fall from his lips, she's not going to like.
"Across the street," he confesses, finally meeting her eyes.
And there's the shoe she's been waiting to drop.
How long has he lived across the damned street? Was he watching her? Did he see her go on dates? With David? Did she know the moment they'd slept together because he didn't leave that night? Did he know when they'd broken up because he never came back? Did he really just happen to bump into her that day in Greenwich Village or had he followed her?
"What the hell do you mean across the street," she asks, seething.