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Wanted
Olivia sighed feeling completely content. The water was piping hot, the scent of her peony bath salts filled her nostrils and eased her mind into a sweet stillness. The heat soothed her sore muscles, and the ambient light from the candles she lit surely set the mood.
But the best part of this bath wasn't all the things she normally used to try to relax. It was the strong, muscular arms wrapped around her waist. And the talented worn hands smoothing slowly over the tops of her thighs. The sturdy, solid legs tangled with hers. It was the slow rise and fall of the chest up against her back supporting her, and the even thrumming beat of the heart it contained.
Olivia dropped her chin down to her chest as she relaxed deeper into Elliot. He was slowly and softly smoothing his lips over the nape of her neck. Even with the temperature of the water, his touch still managed to send goosebumps across her skin. She could feel the smile in his lips as he continued his unhurried tour of her neck.
She rolled her head to her right as his lips moved up the column of muscles there. She had pulled her hair up in a messy bun, and a few strands had fallen loose. He moved his left hand from her thigh to brush her hair off her neck and she lolled her head back onto his shoulder.
She was softly trailing her fingers up and down his right forearm while his lips were slowly sucking her soul right out of her. Then he moved up to her ear and a burning moan escaped her lips and her body unconsciously arched into him. No matter how many times his lips found her ear, or his tongue slipped into it, he would forever send volts of electricity across her skin. She knew that was an actual fact.
And this deliberate, thorough, searingly slow pace was torturing her. The way he knew her body was… unnerving in the absolutely best way. She really shouldn't be surprised. She knew he was the quickest study when it came to perps, so of course his adequacy in learning her body would be just as quick. Elliot is a lot more intelligent than people give him credit for. That New York mafia look of his, even in the old suits he used to wear, was misleading. Most people wrote him off as a dumb meat head, or just a rough and tumble old gladiator era cop.
Both of which he was not. Not even close. Sure, he had his moments of weakness and let his rage get the better of him, but they could all say the same. Elliot is thoughtful, sharp, quick on his feet, and incredible at getting into the heads of criminals.
He could change tactics in the blink of an eye and read the box better than anyone. His mind was one of the reasons she fell so hard for him. And every time the two of them went at a perp in interrogation she got the same jolt of electricity… the same goosebumps across her skin. She'd be kidding herself if she denied that she had a few fantasies of him bending her over the table in the box and having his way with her.
She shivered and sucked in a sharp breath at the thought of him fucking her on that table. Now she wasn't going to be able to walk in there without a flash of that fantasy in her mind.
He felt her shiver. "You gonna make it Benson… or do you need mouth to mouth?" Elliot said, chuckling to himself and then returned his lips to her ear.
Olivia rolled her eyes at his hubris, and then smiled. He had every right to be prideful in his unique knowledge of her. But she wasn't going to tell him that. She'd never hear the end of it. Plus, on some level he had to already know.
She shifted herself between his legs and heard him moan in her ear as she moved against him.
She chuckled at his comment sitting forward and pulling her hair tie out so she could pull it all back up into a messy bun again.
"I'd hold my breath just so you could give me mouth to mouth…" she said, a coy smile on her lips as she turned her head back to him and then winked.
Elliot felt his heart swell and he sighed.
She turned back around and started to stretch out her back and neck a little.
He watched her, following the line of her back with his eyes, and before he knew it his hand found the back of her neck and traced its way down her spine. He just couldn't keep his hands off her.
As much as he was trying to drive her crazy with his very detailed tasting of her neck and ear, all this woman had to do was… nothing.
Literally nothing.
She could do absolutely nothing and he would be begging for more. Just her… being… was enough to drive him crazy with want.
He wasn't sure if she knew just how much power she wielded over him, but if she had any idea, he was a dead man. Over the last weeks since his heart became whole again his absolute need for her had just grown exponentially. It was unbelievable how all consuming it had become for him.
His love for her was in everything he did. What he thought… what he said… every decision he had to make… they all revolved around her. And the most amazing part of all of that was she didn't expect him to do that. Actually, if she knew he felt this way she would probably yell at him and tell him he was crazy. She wasn't something he should worry about.
The thought of what that really meant hit him with complete clarity in this moment here with her. She had never asked him to give more than what he could, and she loved him for what he was. She gave him the room to grow and change and kept him from letting his own demons take him over.
She didn't fight his fight for him, but she gave him the resolve to do it himself. And for the first time in his life, he could openly think about her and actively include her in the plans he made for the future. And it wasn't because she expected him to. It wasn't out of some duty he felt he owed her, or because it was the right thing to do. For him, now… it was the only thing.
He saw no future without her.
He couldn't help himself from thinking about the things he wanted.
He wanted to marry her.
He wanted to call her his wife.
He wanted a family with her.
He wanted to adopt Noah.
But most of all… he just wanted her.
Forever.
There was no one else. There never had been. He was more sure of that now then he'd ever been about anything in his life. He felt his strong emotions on this subject wash over him and he cleared his throat trying to get himself under control.
It was just such a revelation for him that he truly felt this way about her. It also cut him a little that he never felt this for Kathy. She didn't deserve to be trapped in what they had either. He wondered now if that would have ever happened for her… finding her Olivia…
His heart broke knowing the truth, that she wouldn't ever have that now. And as much as he did love Kathy and their family, and he wouldn't trade any of them, he couldn't help but think of how lucky he had gotten. The world had plans for them. He has plans for them.
He knew this would be a touchy subject though. He wasn't sure if she would want to get married. His heart sank at the thought of her possibly saying no to him if he ever mustered up the courage to ask her. But she loves him… he knew that to be true. It was as true as his love for her and he had no doubt in his mind of that.
So maybe he would need to tamp down his urge to just blurt it out like he had when he told her he loved her the first time and just have a conversation with her about it. Find out if it's even something she'd be interested in.
"Hey beautiful…" he said rubbing her shoulders, "How about I give you that massage?"
Elliot lightly kissed across her shoulder blades skimming his hands down her ribs before wrapping them around her waist and pulling her back to him.
"Hmmm… that sounds like a great idea sweets…" she said in that low sultry voice of hers. She laid her head back on his shoulder and turned her head, placing her hand on his left cheek while she lightly kissed the left one. Then she put her hands on the edge of the tub and pushed herself up.
She turned, giving him the most beautiful profile of her body. He eyed her golden skin, watching the soapy suds slide down it.
He sighed, a contentment in his voice.
"Are you gonna make it Stabler? Or do you need mouth to mouth…" she said laughing at the look on his face as he ogled her bombshell of a body.
"Just enjoying the view…" he said, smirking at her. "You're so beautiful… it's just… a little overwhelming sometimes." He said, and it was the truth.
She felt a blush creep into her cheeks, and her heart started to melt. How something so simple like telling her how beautiful he thought she was shouldn't still have this effect on her, and yet it did. She knew it always would.
"I'll get us some towels…" she said, her voice soft and almost shy. His eyes were still piercing right through her, and it made her tremble. She carefully stepped out of the tub, trying to still her shaky legs. The last thing she needed him to see was her looking like a hot mess and falling getting out.
He watched her, leaning on the edge of the tub, walk away from him and grab two towels. She put one around her and came back to him handing the other to him. He took it from her but grabbed her left hand before she moved and kissed over her ring finger.
He heard her take in a breath and hold it. He was subtly telegraphing his feelings just to see what her reaction might be. He looked up at her rubbing his thumb over where he had kissed her hand.
"Thanks…" he said quietly.
She swallowed hard, and smiled back at him, her breathing a little ragged now.
"You're welcome…" she said in a high soft voice… almost a whisper.
His actions weren't lost on her. He could see that in her eyes. He just wasn't sure yet how she felt about it. She looked a little… shaken almost. He felt the heaviness lingering in the air around them, so he stood up, wrapping the towel she gave him around his waist, pulled her into him, kissed her cheek and got out of the tub.
"Do you have any massage oil?" he asked, bending back down to unplug the bathtub. If he was going to give her a massage, then he was going to do it right. When he turned, she was smiling at him, all the weight of his intentions from a second ago now a memory.
"Oh yes…" she said, taking his hand and leading him into her bedroom.
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Once they were in her bedroom, Elliot pulled the comforter and her sheets off the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet and the pillows. He turned to see her standing in her doorway leaning against the frame and a slow smile came across her face.
He walked over to her and pulled her into him, kissing her. He pulled her into the room turning her to the bed, pushing her to sit on the edge. His hands moved up to her face, cupping her here, holding her, keeping their lips connected.
He stood in front of her, kissing her, and yet his heart still ached… in a good way. He could never have her close enough to him. He never wanted to leave her or the brilliant light her soul spread across his life.
He ended their kiss, trying to catch his breath.
"I love you Olivia…" he said, looking deep into her eyes. There was so much he wanted to say, the well of emotions inside of him overflowing but he just couldn't find the words.
Olivia could see there were things behind his eyes he wanted to say. He was captivating.
He felt things getting heavy for him again, and he knew she would feel it too. He ended their kiss and smiled at her, kissed the tip of her nose and said, "Ok beautiful… I am going to give you the best massage you've ever had…" with a smirk across his face.
"Well, I sure hope so, my muscles are still sore from the other night…" she said scooting back on the bed. She smiled coyly at him, a shiver running through her at the memory of him fucking her so thoroughly she forgot who she was.
His eyes looked over her body quickly and then the same flicker she saw in the bathroom earlier that morning shot across his eyes, and he tensed up the tiniest bit, before he softly smiled back at her and went to grab the oil from her nightstand.
A little warning bell went off in her head. Something wasn't right. She felt a small pang in her stomach. Why would he react that way to her reminding him of the best sex of her life? Of the best sex of his life…
Unless… maybe it wasn't… not for him…
Sudden fear caught in her throat, and she had the urge to cover herself, her own past insecurities lashing out. She shook her mind mentally… that was stupid… there's no way he felt that way. She would have known… she'd seen how his body reacts to her desire for him. The moments after they were done, she had never felt closer to him… to anyone… ever… but what if…
She needed to get out of this head space. Maybe she would question herself of her own abilities at times, but she knew his love for her. She knew what it felt like and she was just being ridiculous now.
She let the memory of the desire in his eyes from the night she showed up basically naked at his door and took control. He had been so unhinged and when she had let him, he had fucked her… hard… just like she wanted… just like she asked him to.
For decades she had longed for that from him. And the other night he gave her more than she could have dreamed of. She had never been that raw with anyone. Only Elliot… so then why did she feel like he was holding something back from her now.
"Hey… is everything ok?" She asked, worry knitting her brow.
"Yea… why?" he said not looking at her as he opened her drawer and started rummaging through it.
"I don't know… it just seems like…" she said her voice trailing off. She wasn't good at this. She could talk to people on the worst day of their life, and know what to say, but this… talking about her own feelings… it was still something she was working on. But they had made a promise to each other… to be honest… to never leave anything unsaid between them.
She took a deep breath and started to open her mouth again, but Elliot's voice distracted her thoughts.
"Well well well, Captain Benson… what do we have here?" he said a smirk on his face as he pulled out her vibrator.
She laughed at the silly look on his face. She had forgotten about what was in her nightstand before she told him where to find the oil.
"You ah… use this a lot?" he asked, redness starting to spread across his chest.
Olivia licked her bottom lip and moved up on her knees making her way to him on the bed.
"I used to… but I have you now…" she said sliding her hands around his neck. She couldn't help the smile that was creeping across her face. He looked almost embarrassed and incredibly turned on that he found it.
"Yea…" He said a bit breathless, arching his eyebrows, his eyes meeting hers.
"Are you blushing?" She said, almost laughing at how bashful he suddenly had become.
He chuckled a little embarrassed by his reaction to finding her source of pleasure before him, but there was something erotic and a little forbidden about it.
Olivia pulled him up against her body, sliding her hands down his chest and around his waist, toying with his skin there.
"El… your tongue was inside me on my living room floor about two hours ago… but this makes you suddenly shy?"
He laughed feeling the blush creep deeper in his skin. His Catholic upbringing must be why he was suddenly so bashful. This would have been forbidden, and Kathy never used one… at least that he knew of.
"I guess it's just that it's always been taboo… being Catholic… And I can't help but picture you…" he trailed off swallowing hard.
Olivia smiled and took the vibrator out of his hands. She sat down on her feet; her knees still spread.
"Do you want me to tell you how many nights I used this wishing it was you…" she lowered her vibrator to the bed between her knees. Her hands moved over her thighs tracing her skin there ever so slightly.
Elliot's eyes dropped to her hands as he felt himself harden. Her eyes slipped shut.
"Wishing it was you in my bed…" she said, and her breath quickened. She slid her hands higher on her thighs, and her hips arched faintly.
"Thinking about your lips on mine… your tongue between my legs…" she let out a deep breath and her hands slowly moved up her torso, over her breasts, to her neck clinging to the muscle there.
Elliot felt like his heart was running a marathon listening to her recall the fantasies she had of him when she pleasured herself alone. He was hanging on her every word, being held captive on a wire taught edge by her voice that was excruciatingly arousing.
He stood there, unable to move, just watching her.
Her lips parted, and her tongue found its way across her bottom lip before her teeth pulled it in her mouth.
A slow smile pulled at the corner of her lips.
"Imagining what you tasted like… what you sounded like… what you would feel like inside me…" she continued, lifting her chin slightly and arching a bit.
Her hands came back down over her breasts, and he saw the goosebumps ripple over her skin and her nipples harden. She slowly slid them back down to her legs, moving them over her inner thighs.
"Wishing it was you making me come…" she said almost moaning the last part.
Elliot's mind was exploding at the overwrought thoughts her sultry voice was sharing with him. Her words alone were responsible for him still standing because her hands on her body were turning his legs to jello.
Olivia took the vibrator and switched it on. Elliot's eyes snapped back to her face, and he was met with her beautiful, dangerously sinful dark brown eyes burning a hole right through him.
"Or I could show you…" she whispered.