A/N….Um… Yeah, I sort of let this one take a back seat because I needed it to flow out of my brain and onto the page, and for a while, it wasn't. But I love these two.
Rated M
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Olivia removes the rest of her clothing, enters the shower, and closes the door. "Sweetheart, we're showering and that's it. I don't want you in a body cast."
"Who says I'll…be in a….?" Elliot's eyes drift over her.
He's standing in front of one of the two shower heads dripping wet from head to toe.
It's not helping her point when she just wants to be pressed up against him.
She takes a look at the shower area. There's a towel rack in the corner with clean towels and washcloths. A bench seat is built into the wall and there's a grab bar. Also in that vicinity is space for soap, bottles, and things.
It's nice, but not for sex when they're both eager for this and one of them is limping around.
He reads her eyes. "My knee is fine."
She keeps staring at his body. Hell, she might even be the first to cave.
"Your knee won't make it if we…." She grins, blushes, and shakes her head. "Seriously, Elliot, let's wash off and get to bed."
"No, Liv, please… Finish what you were going to say. My knee won't make it if we…what?"
"Let's wait. Besides, do you really want to be riding desk any longer than you have to when we're back in New York?"
He's thinking about it for a second or two. Then, "Hey, Liv? We never discussed how much your knees can take."
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Using the grab bar for support, Elliot sits on the shower bench. He sucks in his breath a little while bending his knee.
"Elliot…" she cautions.
He reaches for her hand and prompts her to come closer. "Let's see how you feel about my knee when I'm done."
He runs his hands over her hips and her waist. Maybe just to solidify in his mind that this is finally happening.
Elliot leans closer and begins kissing her just below her naval, pausing only for a glance up to see if she's watching him. He lowers himself a little further to kiss the inside of her thigh. His kisses are light and teasing and soon she's lost any ability to argue against Elliot's plan.
The spray from the two shower heads is angled toward their sides. She's getting a little of the mist in her eyes and has to turn her head. That means she can't watch him but her focus is on the attention he's giving her body.
He nudges her to widen her stance, to give him better access. She gasps as his lips and tongue reach higher on the inside of her leg. The throbbing sensation has already started in her core and is building as she's thinking about what he obviously has in mind.
He's checking her response through all of this; her breaths, her eyes, the way she suddenly has to grab that bathtub grip bar with both hands.
He slips his tongue between her folds and briefly makes a humming sound like he's enjoying this. But oh shit… his lips just vibrated against her.
Elliot notices her response immediately and grins.
Suddenly holding onto the grab bar alone isn't going to work, so she's got one hand on his shoulder and one on the grab bar.
Olivia's moans get louder while he rotates his tongue around, and in and out, occasionally adding in that humming vibration she likes.
Elliot has his hands on her ass, massaging her while also nudging her close to his face like he needs to take in as much of her as possible.
She's moving her feet apart and angling her body to get her closer to him. Then she's clenching the grab bar and might even yank the thing off the shower wall. No idea how she'll explain damages to a hotel bathtub grab bar in her expense report.
Olivia comes loudly as warmth and pulsing radiate through her body. Her legs are trembling, making standing very difficult so she continues clutching the grab bar while Elliot uses his tongue and lips to draw the orgasm out of her.
A few people walking in the hallway just heard her. At least two of them are women; one of them snickers while the other says 'daaaaammmmn.'
Elliot smirks in response. She doesn't care in the least because she absolutely needed that.
He kisses her on her stomach and stands up with the help of the grab bar.
Then he grabs a washcloth from one of the towel racks inside the shower, picks up the hotel's lavender soap, and uses it to bathe her.
She's a little surprised by this but accepts it because he's smiling at her, giving her kisses on her shoulder, back, leg, chest, and any place he finishes cleaning. Just overall being very sweet.
Her heart still feels like she just ran a marathon. She hasn't even moved from that spot.
He finishes by washing her hair and then starts cleaning himself. A couple of minutes later, he's turning off the water and wrapping a towel around her and one around his waist, and then taking her hand to lead them out of the shower.
They finish drying off and brush their teeth. She grabs the hair dryer to dry her hair. Elliot takes it from her and walks around to the back of her head, finishing some of the wet strands. While Olivia rolls her eyes, she also thinks it's sweet.
Suddenly, in the middle of finishing drying her hair, the lights go out and the hair dryer abruptly cuts off.
"Shit…" Elliot groans. Another power outage.
He reaches his hand in mid-air, feeling for the doorknob to open the bathroom door. Although it brings in the cooler air, there's a little more light coming into the hotel suite from the windows.
Olivia sighs. "Now, what?"
Right around then, a loud clap of thunder sounds from outside.
He puts the hair dryer down on the counter. "I thought the storms were over," says Elliot.
"Radio said something about overnight showers and thunderstorms," she recalls.
They take each other's hand and leave the bathroom, immediately hearing heavy rain hitting the roof of the hotel and the side of the building. Another crackle of thunder sounds, coinciding with more lightning.
Emergency lights have come on in the hallway for safety and are noticeable because of the light filtering in around the door frame.
They walk toward the window in the room to see how things look outside, and it's dark except for some street lamps and traffic lights in the distance.
While standing beside the window and facing one another, Elliot wraps his arms around her. She reaches her arms around his waist and settles in.
After another glance around the parking lot and surroundings, he looks back at her. "There's only one thing I can think of to do in the dark, Liv."
"Yeah, but I'm still wondering about your knee."
He's been limping a little. It hurts but he's been through worse. They also have a nice hotel room all to themselves.
He'll worry about his knee later.
"I thought I proved my knee could handle it. Those weren't complaint noises I heard in there a little while ago," he adds, snickering.
Olivia smirks.
He leans in to kiss her. Both immediately sink into each other's arms and then deepen the kiss.
Soon, Elliot is leading them backward a few paces until her legs hit the side of the bed. He braces them with an arm and they land with him on top of her.
While resuming their kiss, and letting their hands explore one another, their towels start to bunch up on them. Elliot's getting increasingly uncomfortable with his towel, since rolling around with Olivia is making him painfully hard.
Her towel has already slipped showing one breast and a moment later the other, and Elliot's busy enjoying them. As they roll on their sides, he's pulling the towels out of the way, and then it's just the two of them tangled up in each other.
Outside, there's a flash of lightning bright enough to light up their hotel room suite for a second or two followed by a loud clap of thunder.
Given the storms they've been through during this trip, Elliot thinks it's kind of fitting to be having sex during one.
He reaches his hand toward the head of the bed, snatches the pillow, and puts it near her so she can lay her head on it.
Olivia chuckles and thinks it's cute, but it's not going to work that way. Her grin gets bigger as she rolls so they're almost near the edge of the bed, but she's on top.
Elliot tries to wrestle them so he's back on top of her, but Olivia just laughs. "Don't make me get out my handcuffs."
"You going to read me my rights, Detective?" he teases.
"You have a right to lie here and do whatever I tell you." She's grinning, but also using her firm, Detective Benson tone.
He's staring up at Olivia Benson's naked body. Not a lot else matters. "Yeah, I'm good with that."
He reaches up to try to push some strands of her hair back that have fallen forward so he can see her face because even with the minimal traces of light from outside he absolutely has to see her eyes.
She's got her hand around his cock and is putting his tip inside her, and then slowly easing herself down so he's completely inside of her.
They scoot over a little toward the center of the bed so neither of them has to worry about falling off and then she's moving her hips up and back down slowly over him.
He starts trying to meet her thrusts and she puts a hand on his chest. "Did I say you could do that?"
"I guess… No, probably not."
She chuckles. "Well, then?"
"I'll just lie here waiting for your orders, Detective."
"Touch my breasts."
"Gladly."
He has his palms over her nipples and is rubbing them gently. Olivia arches back a little, enjoying this.
Elliot sees her eyes closing and hears her light gasps. He sits up quickly, deciding to put his mouth over one nipple. As she's about to make a joke about her rules, she changes her mind because the sensation is perfect.
He gives her nipples light tugs with his lips and his teeth but also swirls his tongue around the tip. It's making her insides throb yet again.
She pushes him back down and picks up the pace, sliding up and down over him.
She didn't hold much hope that she'd come again after that excursion in the shower. But all bets are off. Plus Elliot's really hard.
"Grab my ass," she tells him between thrusts. "Hold me closer, Elliot."
He does.
The pace picks up for a few minutes. She's nearing her climax, but while she's focused on that, Elliot flips them over so Olivia's suddenly on her side. He pulls out of her, prompting her to groan a little.
"Trust me, Detective. I've got an idea."
Olivia grins and decides to go with it.
He has her scoot to the edge of the bed and then gets out of bed and stands behind her. He reaches his fingers around her hips to her center and lightly touches her. She's still incredibly wet. He braces his other hand on the bed for support, enters her, and starts thrusting slowly before finding the best position and picking up the pace.
Olivia ends up bracing herself against the bed and fisting the sheets and covers. Half the blanket and one pillow have already bounced on the floor and the mattress is even starting to shift over.
But fuck it because it's happening!
Elliot slows his pace and reaches around to her naval, then sneaks his hand down further and slips his fingertips between her folds, massaging the spot lightly and matching that with some deliberate thrusts and then she's nearly shattering from her orgasm.
He holds onto her hips, picking up the pace again. It's maybe less than a minute later, Elliot nears his climax and comes and both of them collapse on the mattress. He wraps his arms around her.
They lie there, both drifting into a light sleep. It's not even five minutes later when the power comes back on, which also triggers the lights. Both of them awaken.
"That's about the best way to get through a power outage," Elliot says with a grin.
Olivia smirks in response and gets out of bed to use the bathroom.
He watches her, then starts to get out of bed as well, planning to hop into the second bed in that room that isn't messed up from their activities.
His knee is a little stiff, but honestly not terrible. Probably looks worse than it feels. He thinks it'll take a day or two to get it back to normal. He's not concerned.
As Olivia returns she glances at his knee and goes for the ice bucket that had dropped and rolled under the table earlier.
"You're going to ice that knee," she tells him.
"It feels pretty good, Liv. Just needed sex," Elliot smirks.
She chuckles while going to her bag to grab some clothes to throw on quickly. She ends up in a pair of running pants, a tank top, a grey hoodie jacket, and a pair of flip-flops.
She kisses Elliot before leaving. "I'll just be a minute."
With the card key in her hand, she steps out and the door closes behind her while Elliot lies in the second bed thinking about Olivia more than his knee.
He smiles because he doesn't know how he got so damn lucky.
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Fortunately, the ice machine is right around the corner from their hotel suite, beside the elevators. Olivia opens the bin to scoop out some ice but sees it sitting empty with a little water at the bottom.
Probably wasn't much ice there before the power outage caused it to melt.
Elliot needs something for his knee and is unlikely to do anything on his own, so she's grabbing the doorknob to the staircase and going to check the ice machine on the floor below.
Unfortunately, it doesn't have any. Not ready to give up, she looks at the elevator and pushes the down button, deciding she'll ask someone in the lobby.
Moments later, she's in the lobby, walking toward the front desk. There's no one behind the counter at the moment, but it's late. Probably around midnight.
Some staff person will come out of the room behind the counter and see her, so she puts the bucket on the counter and waits.
She notices someone out of the corner of her eye walking toward her and assumes it's another hotel guest until she turns her head further and realizes who it is.
A shiver runs through her.
James.
And she left her gun upstairs.
Fuck.
He's walking up behind her slowly with a stupid grin on his face. Still a good 25 feet away. Walking slowly with that cocky grin. He's got a gun.
The lobby is quite large, but empty because it's late. It's also the middle of the week, storms have been rolling through the area and guests aren't just showing up even in a major hotel chain in Indianapolis.
She's torn on whether to try to get a staff person's attention since they'll be able to reach the police faster than she can right now, or to tell them to stay put and see if she can figure out a way to take him down on her own.
Where this asshole is concerned, the fewer people she involves, the better.
"Olivia," James finally greets. He's pointing the gun at her and there's no point in fighting him until she figures out a plan.
A desk attendee finally walks out of the back room when he notices two people at the desk.
"I think you'll want to come with me, Detective," James says to her, ignoring the desk clerk. "I have someone you should meet since you're so interested in my lady friends. Her name is Lanie. She's been hanging out with me for a few hours now."
The desk clerk is nervously watching her and James. Olivia mouths the words 'Call the police' and then turns and leaves with James, who is shoving the gun into her side while he grabs her arm and steers them toward the exit doors.
It's pouring rain. Winds are gusty. She hears thunder and notices a few lightning flashes that appear a bit too close by for her liking.
They're walking past the guest parking area. James continues toward an adjacent lot for overflow parking and larger trucks.
There's one pickup truck parked near a fence that separates the property. The latest truck he managed to steal after abandoning the last one.
Olivia's eyes look everywhere while trying to think of a plan. She doesn't even have her phone with her. She was just supposed to get some ice.
They reach the truck and there's a girl in the passenger seat who must be Lanie.
James orders Olivia to get into the truck, so she gets in, choosing the middle seat so she's between Lanie and James.
Lanie has a strip of duct tape over her mouth. Her hands appear to be bound behind her since she's sitting forward in the seat. She has a couple of red marks on her face, one might be showing a bruise. There are two cuts on her head and her chin. The poor girl looks petrified.
She's no more than 16 or 17 years old. When Olivia's seated beside her, she sees that the girl's clothing is torn. Most likely happened when she tried to get away.
Olivia looks at Lanie and tries to settle her down while mouthing the words, 'It's okay.'
James is getting into the truck when he drops something from his pocket. Based on the sound it makes when it falls, it could have been the gun he was carrying. As James retrieves whatever he dropped, and climbs inside, he starts to reach behind the seat for a roll of duct tape.
The gun sits in his lap.
Olivia swings her elbow, hitting James in the nose just as he retrieves the tape and tries to face front. She quickly knocks the gun loose, sending it to the floor at Lanie's feet. Lanie's frozen in fear and doesn't even move to try and get it.
James is stunned and woozy for a second.
As soon as James tries to reach for Olivia, she swings her fist and knocks him in the jaw. There isn't much room in the cab, so it's not as powerful as she'd like.
James tries to reach for her, but she blocks his arm and then gets in another punch. Then another. She's throwing a lot of anger into it, but the goal is give them time to get away.
Hopefully, the hotel clerk already called the cops and they're on their way.
Lanie finally seizes the opportunity, turns around in the seat and with her wrists bound by tape, she uses her fingers and unlocks the passenger door, opens it, and gets out. While her arms are bound, she kicks the gun out of the truck floor and it lands on the ground. Rather than try to reach for it, she kicks it further and runs toward the hotel.
When James seems to be unresponsive, Olivia grabs the tape and tries to secure his wrists to the steering column with a few strips of tape. She quickly scrambles to get out of the truck, then runs to catch up with Lanie.
More lightning flashes and thunder rumbles close by.
Olivia quickly pulls the tape off of Lanie's wrists and her mouth then puts her arms around her. "It's okay, sweetie. You're going to be okay." Olivia settles back to meet her eyes. Lanie is finally starting to come down from the intensity of the past few hours and is clinging tightly to Olivia for saving her.
"You're going to be okay," Olivia repeats a few times.
She settles back from her and meets her eyes.
"Hi, Lanie. My name's Olivia. I'm a detective from New York." Olivia explains a little of the situation and why she's here, then reassures her that she's safe, she'll get checked out by a doctor and they'll get a hold of her parents.
"He'll come after me again."
"No, he won't, sweetie."
There's lightning everywhere and they need to get inside.
"Come on," Olivia prompts.
Suddenly there's a loud pop sound from the back of the parking lot. Olivia and Lanie turn back abruptly and watch as a power pole starts sparking where lightning hit it.
The pole happens to be about ten feet away from the truck. The strike caused the pole to split and now it's starting to fall to the ground with a crash.
It misses the truck, but the loose wires from the pole are broken and live and causing sparks all around the truck.
James is alert again. He manages to get free of the tape and the truck door opens.
While she hates the jackass, she waves her hands, trying to get him to get back inside the truck because of the downed power pole. One of the sparks starts a small fire in the narrow grass strip near the fence, a few feet from the truck.
She'd rather they get fire trucks and police to secure the area and get this guy in custody.
James stumbles out anyway, sees Olivia and Lanie, and starts coming toward them. There's a wire sparking near the ground, and with the water puddles everywhere, James is too close to avoid it.
Olivia brings Lanie close to her, covering her face so she won't have to watch.
When his body finally stops moving and he lies there still, she releases Lanie, who glances back over at him. "Ohmygod… Is he dead?"
Olivia nods. "It's over."
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