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French Toast

Elliot's eyes shot up to hers in the mirror. He felt himself falter for a moment, his mind working overtime trying to comprehend the sinful words she just said. He felt a tremor in his hands on her body. She had worked his mind and body into a slow frenzy and now he was at the limit with keeping his control. He needed her to reassure him just one more time that she knew exactly what she was telling him.

"Liv…" he said, his voice thick in his throat, his breathing deepening. He was so hard already. His mind couldn't take much more so he hoped she would be ready when she answered him because he wouldn't be able to control himself. His body was shaking with the adrenaline running through his veins and mixing that with even just a hint of Olivia in any way was lethal.

She knew this was his last attempt at making sure she knew he was on the edge. Normally if the person she was dating kept asking her if what they were doing or going to do was ok it was a turn off. Their insecurities would make her wonder if they would be able to handle her, but with Elliot… it was sweet. He had absolutely nothing to be insecure about… nothing. He was the only one who could handle her… in every way. Everything about him was so goddamn sexy sometimes it made her knees weak just looking at him. And the way he looked at her… like he wanted to eat her whole… she could feel herself almost dripping with the want of him.

She knew he would never hurt her, and the fact he was making sure one last time before she drove him off the cliff into a place she would only go with him… was endearing. She really did love this man with all of her. Always her protector.

"Elliot…" she said drawing out his name in her Captain voice, "There isn't anything I wouldn't do with you sweetheart…"

Elliot sucked in a breath at her words. And just when he thought he couldn't be more turned on by Olivia, she added, "Or wouldn't let you do to me…" she said with pure lust clinging to each and every word that just came out of her mouth. And every word of it was the truth.

That was it.

That was all it took.

His mind snapped in half and now the only thing running his body was Olivia. She fueled him in a way that no one else ever had. She was the blood running through his veins… the goosebumps that spread across his skin, the heat in his body making his temperature rise… the peace in his mind… and the beat of his heart.

And then he was on her.

His lips and teeth connected with her shoulder, and he heard a sharp yelp come from her followed by a deep keening moan. His left hand moved like lightning down between her legs where his fingers were immediately covered in her arousal for him.

"Fuck… you're so fucking wet…" he growled and then moved his lips to her ear and sucked.

Olivia felt her pulse beating in her ears and she was more than ready to submit to him and let him do whatever he wanted to her. Her body was aching for him, and his fingers were teasing her, sliding back and forth between her legs, a mere centimeter from where she wanted them so desperately, but she couldn't make it that easy for him.

"You just gonna talk about it or are you gonna do something about..." she said as pushed her ass into him again still bracing herself on her sink hoping for a reaction.

He growled feeling her push her ass up against his erection and his hips pushed himself back into her like a reflex he couldn't control. He looked into the mirror at Olivia, and she was smiling coyly back at him, biting her lower lip.

An almost sinister smile crossed his face.

"How bad do you want me…" he whispered in her ear, as he cupped her with his left hand, slowly sliding it across her. He felt her thighs shake, and he knew her determination to make him work for it was crumbling. Her eyes slipped shut and her head went back as his lips lightly moved over her neck. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

"You tell me…" she moaned.

A deep raspy chuckle escaped his lips. She was so fucking sexy when she challenged him. But he was determined to have her begging him. If she wanted him to fuck her hard, he was going to give her everything she wanted. He would spend the rest of his life giving her everything. But before he did, he wanted a little something from her.

"Oh, I know you want me… but I want to hear you say it…" he said, and his left middle finger pressed into her core, causing a throaty moan to come out of her mouth.

She was starting to breathe a little deeper, as he circled her clit with his finger bringing her close to an orgasm, and then stopping, sliding his hand back down between her legs.

"Elliottt…" she whimpered, protesting. He had her body vibrating with want and she had been so close.

"Tell me Liv…" he said, and his fingers teased her entrance.

"Oh Goddammit…" she said under her breath to herself, but she knew he heard it. She needed to feel him inside her and he was so close in so many ways, her need was making her dizzy. She was going to be a puddle on the floor in a matter of seconds if he kept this up. It was time to give in she thought.

"I want you…" she said her voice almost a breathless whisper.

His right hand cupped her left breast, taking her nipple in between his thumb and index finger over the satin of her robe before his palm traveled its way up across her collar bone and to just above her breastbone, his fingers softly brushing the front of her neck. His thumb trailed into the dip of her throat. He felt her tremble again as his lips made their way up to her ear again.

"Hmmm… tell me how much…" he growled in her ear. He was done asking nicely. His hips flexed instinctively, and his erection slip up between her cheeks eliciting a loud moan from both of them.

Olivia's fingers gripped the countertop tighter. He was going to make her faint.

So much…baby… please…" she begged.

His muscles tightened and his cock twitched hearing her beg him and call him baby. He slipped his middle finger into her and rubbed her core with his thumb as he began to fuck her with his finger.

"Oh yesssssss El…" she hummed feeling the sharp edge of relief his hand was giving her.

He added a second finger and she pushed back against him needing to ground herself as she came apart. He felt her walls clamp down on him and she begged him not to stop.

"Yes baby… that's it… come for me…" he rasped in her ear, his right hand moving to grip her around her waist, keeping her tight to his body. He looked at her in the mirror. God she was beautiful. He couldn't tear his eyes off her, watching her come undone because of him.

She was still coming down from her first orgasm, knowing it wouldn't be her last, and it had only scratched the surface of her need. She was still so worked up and it only made her thirst more for him.

She licked her lips and swallowed hard.

"You're so beautiful…" he said, his hands moving to begin pulling her robe off. "I love watching you come…" he murmured in her ear.

She closed her eyes, breathing hard.

"Elliot…" she said her voice thick and slow. His hands stopped moving her robe and he turned to her ear.

"Tell me what you want…" he said, his voice on the edge of pleading.

"Take me… take all of me…" she demanded.

Elliot immediately pushed her silk robe up over her ass, lined himself up with her, gripped her hips and slammed himself into her.

The resounding moan that came from both of them was deafening. It took Elliot a second or two to regain his conscious mind before he started to move inside her. Every time he entered her for the first time it was a religious experience. In all the years of going to church he had never felt closer to God than when they became one. She made him a believer again. There was no way someone this beautiful, kind, understanding, and devastatingly sexy could exist without a higher power.

Olivia's arms were burning as she gripped the countertop of her sink. He was thrusting himself hard into her and it was sending her into a dizzying spiral of Elliot. Her sink was slamming up against her wall with every thrust, the things on her counter shaking and falling, but she didn't care. The mirror on the wall was vibrating with every shattering movement of the two of them.

His right hand moved from her hip and slid up her ass to the bottom of her spine and under her robe to feel her skin. They were both sweating with the passion they evoked in each other.

He needed to look into her eyes. It was sexy as hell to watch her in the mirror before, but now he wanted the direct connection. He needed the sharp piercing look of love in her eyes as he proved just how much he loved her, staring into his soul, melting him.

He quickly removed himself, and turned her, wrenching her robe off needing nothing between them and crushed his lips to hers as he lifted her onto the sink and without missing a beat, buried himself back into her.

Olivia couldn't breathe. Elliot had basically man handled her with such ease and taken her breath and thoughts and lips… and coherency in one fail swoop with his muscular arms and talented tongue.

She wrapped her arms tight around his neck, trying to keep him as close as possible while he drove her into madness. Her tongue fought his for dominance and she could feel his five o'clock shadow bristling along her skin. Her lips already felt swollen as he bit and sucked them.

Elliot's hands gripped her ass hard, keeping her pulled to him to meet his thrusts and without her arms to push against his force, her upper back was now against the mirror as he pummeled her body and mouth.

Her lungs were starting to burn, and she needed to take a deep breath in. She broke their kiss sucking in a deep breath and moaning as his lips latched on to her neck. She had asked him to take all of her and he wasn't disappointing her. He was devouring her. Just like she had always wanted him to.

Then suddenly she heard a cracking sound. She couldn't really focus on what she was hearing because her brain was being overtaken by the consuming way Elliot was demolishing her. But El must have heard it too because suddenly he was moving her, sliding his hands under her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the sink.

They made it to the doorframe of her bathroom and then they were sliding down to the floor, half in her bathroom and half in her bedroom.

He couldn't even make it to her bed. He needed to keep moving inside her, hitting her so deep he couldn't tell where he ended, and she began. He lifted his upper body, bending his knees sliding his hands back up her ass, pulling her in between his legs. His hands splayed across her stomach and up to her breasts, then back down to her hips, holding her against him as he began thrusting back into her.

Olivia grabbed the bottom edge of the doorframe on both sides of her to keep herself from sliding across the carpet of her bedroom. She could feel it start to irritate the skin on her back. She would probably have rug burn but it was so fucking worth it.

Elliot's eyes trailed down her body to where they were connected and watched himself, coated in her, sliding in and out.

Her legs were visibly shaking, and she could feel her orgasm start to build like an electric current. He was going to split her in two and she needed to look into his eyes before she skyrocketed out of this world.

"Fuck… El… look at me…" she breathlessly pleaded.

His eyes shot up to hers and she could see the distinct look of desperation mixed with the all-consuming love she had become accustomed to seeing in his eyes right before they went up in flames together.

She felt him falter for a moment, sensing the same explosion of emotions she was feeling.

"Don't stop baby… please… don't ever stop fucking me…" she huffed out. She was losing feeling in her fingers from gripping the door frame and she couldn't be kept on this white-hot edge anymore.

She was trying to kill him. He knew it. It took the rest of his strength to not just lose himself in her. Her calling him baby when he was buried so deep in her sent a dangerous shock throughout his body like someone was using a defibrillator on him to bring him back to life. Except he was alive. Very much alive. More alive than he had ever felt.

He felt her tighten around him knowing she was close and the look on her face told him she needed to feel the release that only he could give her, and he moved his thumb down to her core and circled it hard.

"OH FUCK… Ellllll…" she screamed screwing her eyes shut as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She could feel her whole body pulsing and then a tsunami hit her. The same tsunami she felt the last time he fucked her like an animal.

"Oh fuck… yessss baby… ugh…OLIVIA…." He growled watching as her flood gates opened, and then he came hard, her body still vibrating around him.

He collapsed over her, unable to remain upright. They both were breathing ragged and heavy. Olivia tried to bring her arms up and around him, but she couldn't seem to make them work.

She swallowed hard, her mouth dry from panting, and then licked her lips. They both just laid there, still... except for their lungs still trying to catch their breaths. She was slowly coming back to herself, her breath finally slowing.

"El…" she said her voice soft and soothing.

"Hmmm…" he answered, still unable to form words just yet.

She chuckled at him, a smile slipping across her face, and she finally was able to lift her arms, and her hands slid up his back, to the back of his head. She kissed his ear, and he moved, pulling himself out of her and rolling over to his side.

He propped himself up on his elbow, keeping his face close to hers, his right hand sliding over her hip finding his spot there, and slowly started tracing the only symbol that would ever describe his love for her.

He looked in her eyes and she was glowing. Just… pure light.

"Hi…" she said biting her bottom lip and smiling. He could see the blush still there in her cheeks and she just looked so incredibly adorable he couldn't take it.

He laughed softly and said, "Hi beautiful…" before he leaned down and kissed her softly.

A knocking at her door startled both of them. They both looked towards the direction of the sound, frozen for a split second.

Then she heard the voice of her neighbor, "Olivia… is everything ok?"

Olivia laughed and dropped her head back down on the carpet.

"That's my neighbor. Debra Neilson…" she said and started laughing again.

"What? Just leave it, she'll go away…" El said, moving his nose over her cheekbone and into her hair, pulling her scent into his nostrils.

"Um, no she won't El… she probably heard us. She's a little nosey." Liv said smiling. A prideful smile came across his face, and Liv rolled her eyes. Her neighbor knocked again, a little louder this time.

"Come on El, help me up…" Olivia said, and laughed again feeling slight embarrassment creep up in her, but not enough to care.

El stood, and pulled her up with him, and grabbed her robe for her as she stretched her muscles and combed her hands through her hair.

He handed it to her, as his eyes raked down her naked body once more before she covered herself and made her way to the front door. She checked herself in the mirror she had, but it was still obvious in her face what she was just doing. Oh well she thought.

Debra was starting to knock again when Liv opened the door.

"Oh! Olivia… is everything ok? I heard… lots of noise coming from your apartment." She said looking concerned. Her eyes moved over Olivia's face and down her body noticing her slightly disheveled appearance.

"Yes… thank you… yes everything is fine…" Olivia said. She was just about to try to come up with something to say when she felt Elliot's hand slip around her waist.

"Hi… I'm Elliot." he said, offering her his hand to shake and then moving it back around Liv's waist tucking her into him. He had slipped his jeans back on, and he was shirtless.

Debra's eyes lit up looking at the spectacle that was Elliot Stabler with no shirt.

"Oh, hello… it's nice to meet you, Elliot. Sorry to bother you guys, I was just worried with all the racket… wanted to make sure everything was ok." She said still eyeing him.

Olivia's eyebrow went up. Elliot could feel her tense a little at the ogling this woman was doing. He loved a jealous Olivia. But he only had eyes for Liv. He knew just what to do to defuse this.

Olivia opened her mouth to say something not so nice, and El cut her off.

"Oh, we were just moving some… furniture." He said and smiled, turning to look at Liv.

"Right beautiful?" he said, kissing her cheek, tightening his grip on her waist.

She smiled and bit her lip, looking back into those sparking pools of blue, forgetting about her neighbor eyeing her man.

"Right…" she said and chuckled softly. She then turned back to Debra who now had a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"Sorry about the noise… we will try to keep it down." Liv said smirking.

The woman just tightly smiled back at her and nodded, then walked back towards her apartment.

Olivia shut the door, and Elliot turned her and pushed her up against the door and kissed her. She took a deep breath through her nose smoothing her hands over the back of his neck.

He pulled back and looked at her, smiling, and he laughed.

"Jealousy looks hot on you…" he said eyeing her lips. Olivia rolled her eyes and laughed at him. She knew she had nothing to worry about. Their connection ran so deep she would never question his devotion or faithfulness. They were interlocked in every possible way... in every universe.

"Of course, you'd think that… why am I not surprised." She said moving her hands to his chest. He brought his hand up to her face, moving her hair out of her eyes, and paused on her cheek before bringing his hand back down around her waist.

"So, what do you wanna do now…" he said, mischief in his eyes, and he began to sway with her.

"How about some food first…" she said moving her hands down, hooking her fingers in his jeans.

He smiled and nodded, too wrapped up in how beautiful she was, her post coital glow radiating off her.

"You like French toast?" she asked, her eyes shinning.

"You read my mind beautiful…" he said smiling back at his one and only.