I hope you guys enjoy this cluster of mini stories. The idea popped into my head and I just couldn't get it out. The stories will go in order, starting with season 1 of SVU and ending with season 24. Please feel free to leave a review and let me know what you guys think. This chapter will be based on L&O:SVU season 1, episode 8: Stalked.
This case had started out like any other. Olivia Benson was only trying to do her job when she had ended up in the sights of a psycho. It had been a routine investigation and now she had a stalker. Days like this made her wish she hadn't chosen to deal with this special set of creeps. She was standing at her kitchen counter, trying to make a quick run through of her breakfast when she heard a pounding at her door. It caused her to nearly jump out of her skin. She couldn't help but shake her head and let out a small giggle.
"What is the stalker going to do Benson? Knock on the door and wait for you to invite him in?" she thought to herself. She was still a cop though and it was in her instincts to ask who was currently at her door and make visual confirmation through the peephole once he said "Stabler" on the other side. She looked around to ensure her place was presentable before opening the door. Not that she would have had time to straighten anything out before he grew suspicious. "What was he even doing here anyways?" she questioned internally.
She didn't like the way he made her feel. "Liar!" her subconscious shouted at her. She liked the way he made her feel very much. It did things to her that she couldn't explain. What she didn't like was the guilt that came along side that warm feeling. She eventually had to stop having this internal battle with herself, so she took a deep breath in and opened the door.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she questioned. He responded with some lame answer about being in the neighborhood. She knew this to be a lie before he even finished his sentence. He had never just been in the neighborhood before. The realization came quickly that he had been worried about her. That feeling that she equally loved and hated started to come over her. She started to feel the wetness seep out of her slowly.
She needed to find a therapist and fast. They needed to fix the part of her brain that caused her to need a new pair of underwear because her married partner had been worried enough about her to add an extra hour to his morning commute. There was a crazy man out there who was stalking her.
She closed her legs tightly together and tried to make it stop. She made a jab about not returning the favor if he were ever in trouble. He laughed at her comment and that made her wonder. Did he know that she would run through fire for him? Actual hot and burning fire just to see him on the other side. She shook the crazy thoughts out of her head because he couldn't possibly know that. He picked up her glass and took a swig of the juice that she had been trying to finish before he interrupted and the wetness that she had been trying to stop before came back with a vengeance. The entire flood gates opened. She would definitely have to change her panties once they made it to the office. She was sure that would have been some kind of record had she been keeping track. He had caused the fabric to be ruined before she even had her morning coffee. They needed to get out of this apartment fast. She just needed to do one thing before they left. She picked up the glass that still held juice. Hopefully she looked as nonchalant as he had. She needed to take a drink from the very spot he had because she was sure that was the closest their lips would ever come to touching. She wondered if that made her the crazy stalker now? She quickly took her sip, put the cup down and marched towards the door. He followed and they left the apartment. She couldn't help but wish this was a part of her morning routine.
Her day had been filled with trying to get into the mind of Richard White. She wanted to get to know him as intimately as he had gotten to know her. Ultimately, he had won this round. It had been the end of her shift, and she was no closer to knowing where he was. Now she was sitting at her desk and waiting for her partner. He had insisted that he drive her home. She had tried her independent woman act that had worked so well on everyone else but her wasn't biting. She needed him to stop it now. It was 10 p.m. and she wasn't wearing any underwear because he had ruined EVERY pair. Every time he looked at her with those sparkling worried blue eyes or placed a comforting hand on her to let her know that she was safe, it caused her to gush. She needed to seek this doctor out immediately because this just wasn't the appropriate response to his worry.
He had walked up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder to alert her to his presence. She couldn't help but smile and look down. His hand was now touching her bare shoulder seeing as how she was only wearing her skimpy tank top. "You ready to go?" he asked her as he made his way over to his desk to start packing it up. She shook her head in affirmative and copied his actions, also packing up her desk.
They were only 5 minutes into the drive when everything took a turn for the worse. She had been controlling these feelings, it had been handled. Then he goes and does the most insensitive thing you could do to a person who was barely hanging on. It took everything in her not to pull him into the back seat of their sedan, lock the door to an interrogation room, or step into his shower in the locker room. She knew that all those actions would only lead to rejection and heartache, maybe even a restraining order. She had tried to hold on, but this broke her. He had reached over with the hand that wasn't on the wheel and grasped her upper thigh. He grabbed hold of it and squeezed.
"You know we're going to find him, right?" He questioned her but she couldn't understand a word he was saying. His hand had caused her entire body to shut down and her brain to malfunction. His hand on her thigh had been his way of trying to comfort her but she had other thoughts. She spread her legs slightly hoping that he would slide his hand a few inches higher and then there would be nothing separating his hand from her very wet pussy except for work pants made of cheap material.
Of course, he hadn't done that though. He was a good married catholic, and she was the woman trying to corrupt him. When she hadn't made an attempt to respond to his comment, he just gave her thigh one last hard squeeze and let go.
They pulled up to her place a few minutes later and she couldn't wait to escape. She needed to go upstairs and fix this problem herself. With the help of a tiny battery powered machine that she kept in her drawer on her bedside table. She quickly opened the passenger door and tried to escape, but he grabbed hold of her arm before she could. "I think I should stay here tonight." he stated as a matter of fact. The bewildered look on her face must have given her away because he rushed to finish explaining. "I already called Kathy and told her not to expect me tonight. I just want to make sure you are safe. And I know that you can take care of yourself, but it would give me some peace of mind to know that you had a little extra backup in me. I'm your partner and it's my job to watch your back and that doesn't just stop because we clocked out. So please don't argue with me on this because if you won't let me up then I'll just sit out here all night and watch the door," He expelled all in one breath. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his threat because she knew that he was as serious as a heart attack. She wanted to scream in frustration because she could see the plans that she had for herself and her little lady friend slowly going down the drain. She nodded her head to confirm that he could come up and then turned on her heel and walked away. She didn't need to look back because she knew that he was never far behind.
When she walked into the apartment, she threw her keys on the counter and her suit jacket on the back of the couch. She picked up her phone and dialed for takeout. He was spending his night trying to make sure she was safe, so of course she would feed him.
"Hey, I just called in for Chinese. We both probably have time for a quick shower before they get here." she let him know. He suddenly raised his eyebrows at her, and she quickly backtracked. "Of course, I don't mean together. I would take one first and then you can take one after me." She managed to get out without stuttering. Elliot simply laughed and nodded his head.
They were both showered, and the Chinese delivery man had come and gone. They were stuffed and it was getting late. Before she turned in for the night, she gave Elliot blankets and extra pillows for the couch, and he thanked her. She went into her bedroom and tried to get as comfortable as she could without the happy ending that she hoped she would be able to give herself. She couldn't do anything with the object of her fantasies just on the opposite side of her bedroom door. With those annoying thoughts she quickly turned over and shut her eyes.
Elliot was sleeping soundly when he heard noises coming from his partner's bedroom. He jumped up without hesitation and headed for the door. He opened the door to check and make sure she was okay. She was fine but it was suddenly he who needed rescuing. Here he was standing in the doorway of Olivia Benson's bedroom, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. She was lying in her bed, and he could tell the sheets that had been covering her had fallen off. She was wearing black lace panties and a blue tank top. He could tell just by looking at her that he wasn't wearing a bra. He would give just about anything to be able to get into that bed and do all the things he had been dreaming about since she'd stepped foot in the squad room. He quickly shut his eyes and shook his head at himself. He was here to protect her. He turned on his heel and moved to close the door behind him, but something stopped him in his tracks.
"Elliot." He thought he heard her whisper. He had been caught being the creep he was supposed to be protecting her from. He hung his head low and turned back around towards her, ready to explain his actions. Before he could get a word out, he heard it again. "Elliotttt!" he heard, but this time it came out as a throaty moan. He had to be dreaming because things like this don't actually happen in real life, right? He looked up at her and sure enough she was still asleep. He convinced himself not to get carried away. There were a million reasons why she could be saying his name in her dreams.
He knew that it was time to go because she was violating her privacy. He tried to turn and leave again, but once again he was stopped.
"Elliotttt pleasee. Right there. Keep going, right there. Elliot, it feels soooo good. I need it." He hears the badass detective moaning from her bed. He had tried to restrain himself, but those words right there had taken him over the edge. He had been sleeping in just his boxer shorts and had easy access. He lowered his hand to reach inside his shorts. His hand moved to his cock. The cock that had started to get hard the moment he saw her on that bed. He wrapped himself up in his hand and started to stroke up and down his hard shaft. The guilty thoughts were in his head, but he made quick of pushing them to the back of his mind. Olivia continued to moan his name and he continued to stroke. His hand made work of going faster and faster.
Olivia had been enjoying herself in her dream. She had her partner fucking her on every flat surface of their station house. She had been enjoying herself until a noise brought her back to reality. It sounded like a grunt. One grunt, and then a second one and then a small "Fuck" came from the voice. It took her a few seconds to come back to consciousness and understand that she knew that voice. She blinked a few times, rubbed her eyes and she looked around the room.
Her head almost exploded at what she thought she saw, because surely this couldn't be real. She blinked ten times in a row, but the image was still there. Her partner, her married and devoutly religious partner, Elliot Stabler was standing in the doorway of her bedroom with his eyes closed and hand in his shorts and he was rubbing himself furiously. She could have died and gone to heaven right then and she would have been satisfied. She quietly gasped as she realized her eyes were not deceiving her.
What was the next step here? She had to decide quickly. Should she call his name and alert him that she was awake? Should she close her eyes and pretend she never woke up? Both were viable options, but neither would give her the satisfaction she had been craving since she'd met this man. She had made up her mind, now all she needed was the courage to do it. She quietly crawled out of her bed and made her way over to where he stood.
She kneeled in front of him and placed her hand over the hand that had been in his shorts. His movements stopped automatically, and his eyes popped open. Olivia could see the guilt and sheer terror behind his eyes. "Oliv-" he started but she quickly quieted him. "Shhhhh, let me help you with that." She whispered. She grabbed hold of the waist band of his shorts and lowered them down until they fell at his feet. Elliot thought he had died and gone to heaven right there. Olivia Benson was in front on him on her knees, looking at his uncovered cock.
Olivia couldn't help but smile. It was everything she had thought it would be and more. He was huge and she wanted every single inch of him. The tip of his cock was red and swollen and oozing out his pre-cum. She wanted to taste it so bad, and so she did.
Olivia took both of her hands and wrapped them around the base of his cock and her mouth took on the rest. She wished that she could just swallow all on him, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to try. Elliot grunted as Olivia took him into her mouth and started to suck his cock. Inch by inch she tried to take him down her throat. Each time she went, she took him a little deeper. Elliot tried to hold on for dear life and the talented mouth of his partner took him in. He didn't know where his hands should go. His wife didn't do things like this, so he didn't have any practice. Olivia guided him and took hold of his hand and guided them into her brown shoulder-length locks. Elliot understood what she wanted, and he grabbed hold of her. His fingers grabbed hold of her tresses and he started with small and short thrust into her mouth. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to do anything but protect her even when his cock was thrusting in and out of her throat.
The more comfortable Elliot got the more he gave her. Olivia was on her knees and Elliot's fingers were weaved through her hair and he fed her even more of his cock. He pussy was so wet that she was sure that it was dripping on the floor beneath her. Elliot continued to thrust in and out of her sweet throat until he was sure he was about to cum. This isn't how he wanted to give her his first deposit, maybe later but not right now. He pulled out of her throat and could see the disappointed look on her face. With his pre-cum dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin and now on to her tank top, she was picture perfect.
He couldn't take it anymore. He needed her and he needed her now. He pulled her off the floor onto her feet, but she didn't stay there long. "Hold your arms up" He quietly requested. Olivia did as she was asked, and Elliot lifted the now cum stained tank top over her head. Her breast fell free and now it was Elliot's turn to be on his knees. He kneeled and placed soft light kisses from her breast down to the top of her panties. Elliot touched her cunt for the first time through the fabric of her panties. They were soaked and ruined anyway so Elliot decided to have some fun. He grabbed them on both sides and pulled them in opposite directions. They ripped clean from her body. He looked up to make sure what he had done was okay and that she was still enjoying herself. She smiled down at him and he took that as his permission to continue.
His first unobstructed view of her pussy and all he could do was stare. He felt like a kid in a candy store. He wanted to taste and lick every part of her until he was all full, and that's what he planned to do. He was still kneeling on her bedroom floor, so he hoisted her left leg up and onto his shoulder, as the right foot kept her planted on the ground. He stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and took one long lick. She tasted like peaches and cream and now he was addicted. He took his thumbs and spread the lips of her pussy so he could get a clear view of his now prized possession.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and that was about all Olivia could take. She came undone right there. She thrashed around and shook as the best orgasm of her life took over her. She couldn't believe she had just cum on the tip of her partner's tongue. She sighed and her shoulders sagged as her body received what it had been waiting on, but Elliot wasn't done with her yet. He stood up on his feet and wrapped both of his hands around the back of her thighs and lifted. He pulled her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. She once again shuddered as she felt his bare cock rub back and forward on her freshly creamed pussy. She thought he would just carry her to bed, so that they could complete this mission. He instead leaned her back up against the wall closest to them.
He kept one arm wrapped around her as the other hand went down and wrapped around his cock. He slid his cock up and down the length of her pussy repeatedly. He was teasing her and if he didn't stop then she was sure she would die.
"Elliot please, please put it inside me. I'm begging you. I need it so badly. I know you're big, but I can take it. I swear I can take all of you. Please fuck me." Olivia begged, and those words were enough for Elliot. He grabbed hold of his cock and put it at her entrance. With her still in his arms her pulled her body down, while also thrusting up so that they met in a powerful union. Olivia didn't lie, she was able to take all of him and her pussy felt like heaven. Elliot just wanted to stay inside her forever, but he knew he needed to move. His thrusts started out slowly. He needed to give her a chance to adjust to the way he was stretching her pussy. He rested so deep inside her every time he plunged in that it felt like he was touching her soul.
"More." was Olivia needed to say for Elliot to know that she was adjusted and ready to go. Having Olivia leaned up against the wall, Elliot pulled all the way back and slammed his hard cock into her pussy.
"Aghhhhh" Elliot panted as felt his balls slap against her ass. His cock was deep in her pussy and Olivia couldn't believe it. Olivia closed her eyes and enjoyed the fucking that her partner was giving her. It was everything she could have hoped for. It felt like he was trying to slam his entire body to her pussy,
and she loved it. He grabbed both globes of her ass with his hands and moved her up and down his cock like her pussy belonged to him, and it did. She didn't know how this would work out, but she knew she couldn't have anyone else settle in her pussy. He had ruined her for everybody else.
"Come on liv, I need your cream all on my cock. I'm feeding your pussy my cock. Is it ready to cum?" Elliot moaned out at her. She shook her head yes eagerly, so Elliot took his thumb and rubbed her clit. They wanted to do this together. Olivia shut her eyes tight as her second orgasm washed over her. She heard Elliot shout out a "Fuck" and knew he had cum inside her pussy. Still in his arms, she looked up at him and their eyes connected. He leaned up and connected their lips. She kissed him like he needed his breath to live.
He slowly slipped out of her but never lowered her to the ground. He walked her over to the bed and laid her down on top of it. She watched his back as he turned and walked away. She felt tears begin to build up. How could she have been so stupid and let him in so intimately. He was married, he loved his wife and his kids. He would never choose her. She couldn't bear to see him leave so she closed her eyes and turned her back to the door. She heard it shut and let the tears slide down. She was trying to will them away when she felt the bed dip and arms wrap around her waist. She quickly turned over in surprise.
"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Do you want me to go?" He asked the questions quickly, but she shook her head.
"I thought you had left, I thought I gave you the quick fuck you were looking and then you were done." she told him quietly. What did she expect? She had known he was married when she allowed him into her bed and her body. He wiped away her tears and lifted her chin, he connected their lips "I'm not leaving you Olivia. I never could. Of course, there are some things we must figure out, but I wouldn't want to figure them out with anyone else by my side. Do you understand me?" He tried to get her to understand. She shook her head to affirm that she understood.
"Good. Now let's get some sleep. We have a stalker to catch up with. I must make sure I get to him before he can get to you." He explained as he kissed the top of her head and pulled her underneath the warm blankets with him. She closed her eyes and allowed sleep to take over her sore body. It was a sore that she loved though, a sore that she hoped she could have the rest of her life.
I hope you guys enjoyed that first chapter. Please excuse any errors. I will do my best to proofread. Always leave a review and let me know what you think of the story or if you have any comments or suggestions. Thank you for reading and I hope you continue to enjoy my story.