Summary: Olivia and Elliot get a little frisky on her couch.
Author's Notes: Another stand-alone chapter, though it technically follows in time and is in the same 'verse as the first two. No beta, mistakes are all mine, but I think mistakes are okay when we are just playing in the sandbox.
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"Thank you for dinner tonight, I was starving," Olivia says as they tuck into her couch. They just returned to her apartment after a late-night dinner at the precinct. Elliot brought her take out and ate with her while she finished up some paperwork.
He sits almost all the way to one side and she sits next to him, facing him, relaxing on a throw pillow against the armrest, with her legs bent over his, and her feet on the opposite arm rest.
"That's because you forgot to eat lunch," he gently chastises and rubs her bare legs, "you've never been good at feeding yourself." Ready to relax, she'd changed into shorts and a loose t-shirt before joining him on the couch. Elliot, having changed before bringing her dinner, was sporting a blue, waffle-knit Henley. Olivia noticed that he almost always wore that style of shirt after she told him that she liked how soft they were.
"Hey, I've gotten better. With Noah, I have to have food in the house."
"That's good then," he says, giving her a soft smile.
They enjoy the peace and quiet of her apartment for several minutes, sipping glasses of wine from a bottle Elliot brought over last weekend but that they'd never opened after dinner. Elliot had hoped that they would have had drinks after she put Noah to bed that night, but like the first two times she invited him over for dinner, she'd ushered him out the door before the plates where cleared, using Noah's bedtime routine as an excuse. But tonight, Lucy had put Noah to bed before they arrived.
He was pleasantly surprised when she asked if he wanted to come over for a drink as they were leaving the precinct.
Olivia was contemplating going to the kitchen to refill her glass when Elliot's hands moved from her shins to her thighs and his fingers slowly inched under the hem of her shorts.
"Careful, El," she warns.
They'd been dating for several months now, but actually had yet to do more than share a few "hello" and "good-bye" kisses in her space.
She knew that she was being a little silly. Noah was a big kid and liked Elliot. She couldn't put it off forever. But Elliot understood. Her apartment was Noah's home, his safe place. Olivia had not let a man stay in her apartment in years, not in Noah's memory. So, she was hesitant to invite anyone to share his home for more than a couple of hours - Elliot included. Most of the time that Noah spent with Elliot was out in public, they went to parks, restaurants, movie theaters, or at Elliot's place. Other than the couple of weeknight dinners, Elliot had really only been in her apartment to pick them up or drop them off.
"I am being careful," he shoots her a cocky grin as his fingers roam even higher, tracing the edge of her panties, "I know exactly what I am doing."
"I'm not sure you do," she contradicts him, but then gasps as he moves his fingers to rub her through the lace.
"I meant to do that," he smirks. His fingers are slowly moving over her, brushing the length of her.
"Mmmmm…"
"This okay?" he whispers seriously, making sure he's not crossing a boundary, he wants her to be comfortable and to be invited back.
"Yes," she nods and then slides down the pillow, moving her butt closer to him, further bending her knees, and opening her legs. The legs of her shorts were wide, and the fabric had bunched to her thighs, falling with gravity as her knees bent, giving him plenty of room to move his hand and a pleasant visual.
He rubs her a few more times, using the feel of the fabric to his benefit, before he tugs at the lace, ripping part of the seam so he can move his thick fingers under the fabric.
"Damnit El, I liked this pair."
"You'll like this more," he promises as he slides his fingers up and down, gathering her moisture and dragging it to her clit. He can see her chest moving and her teeth bite down on her bottom lip.
He rubs her clit for a few moments, enjoying the view and reveling in the fact that she's letting him touch her, here in her apartment, before he runs his fingers down and pushes them in.
"Ahhh."
"Yea?" he asks as he slowly moves them in and out.
"Oh yea," she confirms.
He thrusts a few more times before he crooks his fingers and drags them across her upper wall, and his thumb finds her clit.
"Oh, yessssss," she hisses.
It doesn't take long before he starts to feel the tell-tale flutters and clenching. He ducks his head, kissing her knee, and whispers to her, "that's it, I can feel you."
"Hmmmm," she knows she's close, her legs are starting to quake, she grabs the throw blanket from the back of the couch to cover her mouth, giving her something to bite.
"Yes Liv, come for me," he begs her and keeps his pace but pushes deeper, letting his palm add pressure over her entire core. "I want to feel it."
She comes after four more deep thrust of his fingers. Her moans and exclamations are muffled by the blanket, but he continues his soft encouragement to her, "yes," "that's it," "you feel amazing," until she's coming down from her high.
"My god," he finally hears after she removes the blanket from her mouth a minute later.
She pants, "I'm still shaking." And she was, Elliot could feel tremors still running through her thighs as he'd returned to caressing her legs.
"Good, that's what I wanted."
She takes another moment to catch her breath before she meets him with an ornery look, "Now it's time for what I want."
She sits up and leans into him, her arms slide around his neck, and she kisses him, their tongues twirling. She pulls herself onto his lap, straddling his legs, and softly grinding her hips over the bulge straining against his pants. She has to move lightly, still sensitive from his fingers, but it's satisfying enough that he doesn't see her grab the throw pillow or hear it hit the floor.
Elliot groans and lifts his arms as he feels Olivia push his shirt up over his abs and chest.
"Mmmmm," she responds and runs her hands, firmly up and down his torso, plucking at his nipples with each pass. Finally, she drags her mouth away from his, moving down his neck and chest, slowly pushing her hips off his legs. He's watching her crawl down his body, but what she's about to do doesn't register until she's kneeling on the pillow and shoving his knees apart to make space between his legs.
"Oh, god" was all he could say, and it came out harsh and with a sense of disbelief. Not that she'd never gone down on him, but it was always in bed as part of their foreplay, not as the main event for him, and definitely never on the couch of her apartment.
He lifted his hips after she patted his side, not realizing that she'd flicked open the button and fly of his pants. She pulled them to his ankles. He gulped, hard, as she ran her hands tantalizingly up and down his bare thighs and met his eyes with a smirk, running her tongue over her bottom lip. She bounced her brows and leaned in to drag her flat tongue from the base of his cock to the tip.
"Fuck! Liiiivvvvvv…"
"You have to be quiet," she reminded him as she kissed up the crease of his thighs and over his hip bones.
"Sorry," he rasps.
"'S okay, just be quiet now."
"Mmm hmm," he mimed zipping his lips, turning a lock, and tossing a key.
She shook her head at his antics before returning her mouth to him. She swirled her tongue around his head, licking up the bead of moisture that had collected there, before taking him in her mouth.
She goes a little at a time, pulling back with suction and to swirl her tongue over his tip after taking him in slightly deeper. It took her five passes like this before he was bumping against the back of her throat and his curls teased her nose. She let him set there, deep in her mouth, and flitted her eyes back up to his.
Elliot did everything he could to be quiet, including copying her earlier move of biting down on the edge of the throw blanket. But he never took his eyes off of her, even as she looked back down and continued her movements.
She could hear his mumbled grunts and groans. She liked his noises, always feeling a sense of pride in making him feel good, but she didn't need them to be clear, or hear them at all, to know that she was excellent at this.
She brought one hand up to cup and gently rolled his balls, and the other was on the base of his cock stroking in counterpoint to her mouth, which moving over him shorter bobs. He moved one hand to thread through her hair, palming the back of her head. He knew better than to guide her.
When she was younger, she enjoyed going down on her partners, even enjoyed a it when it got a little rough. And always received compliments on her ability to bring her lover to a sense of complete euphoria. It had taken a while for her to want to do it again. For a long time she refused, because being on her knees for a man overwhelmed her with a sense of helplessness, degradation, and a little fear after her undercover stint. But now, with Elliot, all she felt adored and loved, and she enjoyed the sense of domination, being in complete control over his pleasure.
She grinned when she heard what she thought was a garbled "Ah fuck! Olivia, so good." He usually has impressive stamina in the bedroom, but she knows that he's a visual lover and if he keeps his eyes open he cuts his time to orgasm by half, at least. So, he won't last too much longer having kept his eyes on her the entire time.
She looks up, meeting his gaze again and she's awarded with what she thinks is a whimper.
As she's preparing herself to go deeper and faster, ready to bring him to the end, when she hears another sound, a very unwelcomed sound.
"Elliot, what are you doing here?"
Elliot froze, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, the blanket falling from his mouth. The look on his face would have been comical in any other setting, at any other time, but not now.
Olivia jolted when she heard the voice of her curious son, causing her to take into her mouth more of Elliot's dick than she intended, and she gagged a little. "Ung!" Elliot grunted at the sensation.
"What was that?" Noah asks at the sound.
Olivia quickly pulls back, wipes her mouth and chin, and covers Elliot with the blanket, but keeps her head ducked. Please stay back, do not walk over here, Olivia tries to instruct her son with her mind. If there was ever a time for telepathy to be real, this would be it.
"Hey Noah!" Elliot said finally, his voice was several octaves too high. He turned his head and spotted Noah leaning on the wall next to the refrigerator, rubbing his eyes.
"Where's my mom?" Noah asks.
"Oh…um," Olivia watches Elliot waving his hands wildly and his eyes darting back and forth between her and Noah, "she's…"
"I'm right here sweet boy," Olivia announces, saving Elliot, as she lifts her head and moves to get up off the floor.
She snags the pillow and uses the couch to help her stand, her knees popping at the stretch.
"What were you doing down there?"
Realizing that his mom was in the room, Noah heads towards the couch. Olivia and Elliot were lucky that Noah was still half asleep, his grogginess slowed his movements; though, not his curiosity. Had he actually been awake, his excitement to see Elliot would have caused him to rush over before he asked any questions.
"I dropped the remote. It, uh, bounced under the couch, so I had to, uh, kneel down to get it," she explains in what she hopes is a convincing manner,
"Oh," he says with a yawn, only about a foot away now, but cocks his head inquisitively, "Elliot, why don't you have a shirt on?"
"Well, I…um…"
Olivia looks down at him, astounded by his inability to come up with an answer. Goddamn, El, how are you so bad at this? She notices that he's still hard and the blanket isn't hiding much. He doesn't have any blood in his brain, that's why. She drops the pillow onto his lap.
Looking back at Noah she answers, "He spilled his drink on his shirt." Seeing his still perplexed face she adds, "he knocked the remote onto the floor when, uh, he was getting up to rinse it out."
If Noah were older, or more awake, he wouldn't have believed a word she said. But he accepts the excuse another soft, "Oh," and continues towards his mom.
Olivia moves around the couch to meet Noah and turns him around before he can asks why Elliot's pants are pushed down. Even his half conscious state Olivia is certain that Noah won't believe that Elliot spilled on his pants too. "What are you doing out of bed?"
"Uh," he was so distracted by Elliot's presence in the apartment that he temporarily forgot why he got up in the first place, "I was thirsty."
"Then let's get you a drink and back to bed. It's late," she adds in a sweet tone.
Noah drinks half a glass of water in the kitchen and then lets his mom walk him back to his room and tuck him in. As she's gently lulling Noah back to sleep, Olivia notices Elliot's shadow moving past Noah's door. And when she leaves Noah's room, certain that the boy is asleep, she sees that the bathroom door is shut.
Her hand is raised to knock when she hears a stifled grunt followed by the toilet flushing. She chuckles to herself. And while she's contemplating how to handle the situation - either pretend that she didn't hear Elliot finish in her bathroom what she had started in the living room, or tease him - Elliot opens the door.
"Liv!" He jumps when he sees her standing there.
"Shhhhh, do you want him to wake up again?" She chides.
"You scared me!" His heart was still pounding from the fright, but much quieter. He grabs her by the bicep and guides away from Noah's door. "What the hell were you doing?"
"I should be asking you the same thing." She says in the same scolding tone, deciding in the moment to give him a good ribbing.
"Oh, I was …just…um," he flounders, again.
She laughs at his flustering, unable to actually contain her mirth at the situation, "I know what you were doing, I could hear you," still chuckling, "you just can't control yourself huh?"
"I tried!" He really had. He took several breaths, thought of very unsexy things, but it wasn't working. The smell of her surrounded him on the couch and every time he closed his eyes to take deep inhales, he'd see her eyes on his and his cock in her mouth. It didn't help either than when he tried scrubbing his face with his hands he could still smell her on his fingers. He decided that it was better to just take care of the situation quietly on his own rather than have her come back out seeing him still rock hard. From previous experience, he knew that once the moment was over...it was over. It would not be revived.
She takes pity on him, the pleading look on face just too much, "I'm just teasing, El."
"Ugh," he huffs, rubbing his face and sitting back on the couch. "I can't handle any more compromising situations tonight."
"Me either," she says as she flops down next to him, fatigue starting to take over now that her adrenaline has faded and the funny moment has passed. "That was a close one."
"You're telling me, I was about 3 seconds away from being too far gone to stop."
"That would have been bad."
"Well, it would have been good for me, at least for a few seconds," he jokes, bumping her thigh with his fist.
She responds with a dull "Ha. Ha. Very funny."
They sit there next to each other, letting the quiet calm them and trying to decide what to do. Elliot didn't want to leave, ending the night on such an awkward note, plus he was tired. But he thought it would be too much to ask to crash on her couch.
Olivia, however, was contemplating her next move and decided she needs a little liquid courage, so she asks, "Do you want another drink?"
"Nah," he sighs and then stands, taking this as an opportunity to call it a night, let her off the hook of coming up with an excuse to kick him out, "It's getting late, I should probably head back."
Look at his back, and backside, steals herself and asks, "Do you want to stay?"
He spins in spot, nearly tripping over the edge of the rug in his haste to look at her. "Did you…did you mean that?" his question was jumbled by his attempt to catch himself.
Standing up straight, he inhales deeply then asks, "Do you want me to stay?"
She rises from the couch smiling "Yea, I do."
Grinning goofily and nodding excitedly, he answers, "Yes, absolutely."
He leans down for a quick kiss, then pulls her into a tight hug, connecting their full bodies. When he loosens his grip he asks, "Will Noah be okay with this?"
"I think so," she grabs their glasses and heads to the kitchen, leaving Elliot still standing in the living room. Leaning against the bar between the kitchen and the living room she clarifies, "When I was tucking him back in he asked if you were going to be here for breakfast."
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him you would be."
"Safe bet."
"I thought so." She can't stop smiling. She thought she'd be more anxious the first time she invited Elliot to stay over. But instead she is relieved, assured that this is the right step.
She pushes off the bar, exiting the kitchen. When she realizes that he still hasn't moved from his spot, she calls, "Come on then, don't dally and make me change my mind."
