Lemons are falling...
"Did you mean what you said?"
Olivia doesn't answer him. She's frozen by her door, shocked that he's here.
Just moments ago, she had been resigned to the fact that Elliot wasn't going to show and mentally preparing herself for Monday. At best, Elliot was going to give her a hard time, for being so antagonistic and then for crossing their unspoken line with her invite, deflecting his own admission. And at worst, she was going to have to talk to IAB about trying to sleep with her partner, who was still technically married.
But now, Elliot's in her apartment, hands on his hips, his chest heaving as if he'd just ran the 15 city blocks to her apartment, and his eyes are confused and pleading.
Clearly frustrated by her lack of response, Elliot repeats his questions, his tone more demanding, his desperation barely concealed by his anxiety. "Did you mean what you said? Yesterday," he turns his head away from her, as if he can't look her in the eyes and breathes hard before continuing. "When you…in the bullpen…did you mean it?"
Olivia takes the few steps it takes to stand near Elliot in her living room. She doesn't reach for him, not yet. She just says his name softly, trying to calm him. She's not sure she can talk to him when he's this worked up. "Elliot."
His head whips back to her and shakes. "No, dammit! Answer me!"
Taken aback by his tone, Olivia wraps her arms around her chest and just nods.
This time he steps towards her. "Words, Olivia. I need words."
His tone is more terse than she's used to him using on her. His eyes are wide and wild, scared almost. She can't blame him. This is a new position for them. Possibly crossing a line that they've danced around for years.
"Yes," she says softly, but clearly. "Yes. I meant it."
He exhales and looks past her still, rubbing the back of his head, as he asks his next question, more calmly. "And you meant sex, right?" Then he mutters quietly to himself, "I'm not crazy." But she hears him.
"You're not crazy Elliot," she says, taking a step closer to him. "Maybe I am. But yes, I meant sex."
As if he still doesn't believe her, or that he's found himself in this situation, he clarifies even further, "You meant that you and I could have sex?"
A small smile tips the edge of her lip up, but she schools her features at his intense look. "Yes El. That's what I meant. Is that what you want?"
His nostrils flare as he meets her eyes and holds them, as if he's looking for a lie in them. As if she would tease him about this or tempt him to her apartment only to punk him once he showed up.
Feeling bolder than she should, she steps closer to him. "Answer me, El. Did you come here tonight because you want to have sex with me."
Elliot's eyes are locked on hers when he nods, almost imperceptibly.
"Words," she parrots back to him.
"Yes," he grunts, and answers more fully. "That's why I'm here."
"Okay," she says easily, as if her partner of nearly a decade didn't just confess to barging into her apartment on a Saturday night in the hopes of having sex with her—sex that she offered.
"Okay, okay," he echoes back. He steps in a little closer, reaching for her hands and holding them in the small space between them. "Uh, how do we…"
Olivia knows that she has to be the one to set the boundaries. She was the one that made the offer. They are in her apartment. And as horrible as it is, in a male-dominated world and profession, it's more of a risk to her life and career. She knows that he knows this and he's ceding control of this to her. At least for now.
And she's thankful for that.
She knows what she wants, and it's him—for real, for good, for more than just tonight. But that's not on the table. He's her partner. She can't be the "typical" woman who falls for her partner or known as the female cop that gets her way by falling into bed with the men on her squad. Or worse, risk losing her job or him in her life.
Tonight will have to do. She has to take advantage of what he's offering, enjoy it fully and then be willing to wipe it from her memory come Monday morning.
"Well, uh…we have sex," Olivia answers dumbly, and his look reflects that. She ignores it and continues. "Just tonight. It will be a one-time thing. Clearly, there has been…tension," Olivia says, looking for the right word.
"Yeah, tension," he echoes, sliding his hands up her wrists and forearms to grip her elbows, tugging slightly so she steps in a little closer.
Running her hands over his shoulders. "So just tonight. We get it out of our system. And Monday, we are back to normal. Just partners."
Elliot swallows, his eyes flicker as if he's not happy with her statement, but he nods and whisper, "Yeah."
Their eyes hold for only a split second more before they lean in simultaneously.
It's gentle at first, tentative. As if neither of them can believe that they are kissing the other. As if they are waiting for the other to come to their senses and pull back.
It's Elliot who caves first. His tongue tests the waters, pushing against her lips. Olivia opens to him, and he groans as their tongues touch. He tilts his head, taking their kiss deeper.
Sparks light in her belly as he pushes further, deeper, wetter. His lips are full, against hers, between hers. His tongue moves against hers. His scent invades her nostrils, and his chest invades her space as he pulls her into him, wrapping his arms completely around her.
Olivia kisses back as best as she can, nibbling on his bottom lip, sucking at his top lip, and tangling her tongue with his.
Her heart is pounding in her chest, both with arousal and nerves. And she's thankful when he begins trailing wet kisses down her jaw and neck, murmuring a low and gravely, Liv against her skin in his warm breath. She needs a moment to catch her breath and thoughts, to decide how to proceed.
Tonight's events have given her whiplash, but despite the craziness, all she can think of is getting her hands on Elliot's skin and then getting her mouth on him, like he taunted her with. His words reverberate in her mind: That to get off I have to think of wrapping my hands up in her thick brown hair, or how her bright, round brown eyes would look up at me as I shove my cock down her throat?
Oh god, does she want that. She wants to taste him as he finds pleasure in her mouth.
She pulls out of his grasp completely. He steps back, looking confused, almost scared that she's changed her mind. But she commands quickly, although breathlessly, "Strip."
His eyes widen and then narrow quickly, as his chest heaves in front of her. "What?"
"You heard me. Strip," she repeats the command with more strength.
A second passes between them. She waits for him to call her bluff, to fight her command and her control. Instead, he lifts his hand behind his head and tugs his shirt off. He kicks his shoes off and socks, and then starts on his belt.
Quickly his pants fall to his ankles. He steps out of them and then looks to her as his hands curl into the band of his briefs.
Olivia steps in and her hands cover his. "I'll take it from here."
As she wraps her hands into his waistband, he tips her chin up and kisses her.
It quickly heats up and she's tempted to wait to go down on him for another time. His tongue and mouth feel so good on her neck and he's pulling her shirt off.
She lets him. She hadn't expected him so she's in just a cozy oversized shirt and leggings and she knows she doesn't have on anything particularly enticing under them either. But by the way he looks at her when she pulls back and by the way his hard cock stretching the fabric of his briefs, she doesn't think he's going to complain at her stretched and faded bralette.
With just enough to create some space between them, she looks down over his body.
He's put on some weight over the last couple of years, bulked up really. He's thicker, all over. His arms, thighs, and stomach filled out with more muscle under a slightly softer layer, as if he's spending his free evenings in the precinct weight room followed up by a dinner of pizza or cheap tacos.
She loves it. She can't wait to run her hands over his entire body. But first, her lips and tongue.
Slowly she lowers herself to her knees in front of him, kissing down his chest and stomach on her way, his wiry hair tickling her nose and lips.
A quiet fuck falls from his lips.
"This is what you thought of, right?" she asks daringly as she looks up at him.
"Uh huh," he answers dumbly, words clearly escaping him at the sight of her on her knees.
Olivia looks at the bulge behind the dark cotton of his briefs. She's ready to start, but she has to make sure of something first. Not that it really matters, or that she has a right to be angry. But she has to know.
"You didn't…last night, right?" She asks shyly, her eyes trained on a freckle on his hip bone.
It takes him a moment to realize what she's asking. When he does, Elliot bends over her and tucks a finger under her chin and lifts her face so he can look her in the eyes. "No, I didn't. There's been no one, not since I've been separated."
This surprises her. "But I thought…"
"No one," he cuts her off. He kisses her sweetly, all hunched over.
She gulps and nods. "Okay."
He stands up straight and reaches towards her, as if to pull her up from her knees. Instead, she intertwined their fingers and pulls his hands towards her face, kissing his palms, first one and then the other, before letting them fall back at his sides.
She reaches for his waistband again and tugs the fabric down, repeating her question with renewed conviction. "This is what you wanted, right? To watch me suck your dick?"
"Only if you want."
Olivia knows he's being polite, but the look on his face and the way his hips move without his permission are begging for her lips to wrap around him.
She winks at him. "Oh, I want."
Olivia takes him all in. He's hard, jutting up from a tuft of dark hair that spreads down over his thighs. He's thick and tall, smooth skin over veins, and a large head that's leaking precum. She looks up at him, like he said he imagined, as she leans in and licks over his tip.
Elliot sucks in deeply, hissing through his teeth and his stomach expanding with air.
She smiles and winks at him again as she takes him in her mouth, sucking in just his tip for three, four, five short bobs of her head before she lifts off and licks the underside of his cock from root to tip.
"Fuck…Liv…oh!"
This time when she takes him back in, she takes him in as deeply as she can. It's not as deep as she's been able to in the past, but it's been a while since she's been on her knees for a man. Elliot doesn't seem to mind though, by the sounds of his groans and the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
With one hand around his base, twisting slightly, she lifts her second hand to gently rub over his balls. They pull tight against his body as he groans again.
She reaches up, her mouth still on him, and pulls his hands to her head. Gently, tentatively, he cups her cheeks. She smiles around him and then reaches for his ass and the back of his thighs, encouraging him to thrust.
His eyes are on hers as he moves his hips, slowly at first, testing the depth and pressure. She smiles at him and sucks harder, her hand returning to his base to guide him. Finding his confidence and their rhythm, his hips move quicker, rougher and he's fucking her mouth.
After denying himself in the shower last night, it doesn't take Elliot long before he feels his orgasm building at the base of his spine. He moves one hand to her shoulder, and he squeezes as he grunts, "Liv, ah…I'm gonna…Shhhhit!"
She looks back up at him, watching his face twist in agony that's only brought on by extreme pleasure. She grips that back of his thighs tightly, holding him in place.
He lets go and spills in her mouth, whimpering as she swallows him down, her tongue teasing the underside of his sensitive cock.
Before she can lift her head, she feels Elliot's hands under her armpits, pulling her roughly to her feet. She leans in and he kisses her, swiping his tongue into her mouth immediately.
He pulls back panting. "Fuck, Liv. That was…fuck."
She chuckles at his inability to speak. "That's so?"
He shakes his head, grinning. "Alright, your turn," he grunts as he stands, tossing her easily over his shoulder and marching her to her bedroom.