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A/N: Day 400 in the hospital (March 24/2023) Crazy how the world has changed since I was admitted. Hell the Winter Olympics were taking place when I came in here. Hope everyone enjoyed the shows coming back yesterday, from winter break. Happy reading this weekend! Warning: Liv's thirsty, as am I after 400 fckng days… Miss my man.
Disclaimer: I wish it was mine, I'm just borrowing these characters for some fun times, since TPTB won't give 'em any…
Chapter 49
Thursday Evening, Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment, Summer 2013
Olivia and Elliot were Skyping as she got some work done, knowing she would be going in to work late the following morning, she had a few reports she needed to complete.
"You're distracting me Stabler," Olivia huffed watching him exercise out of the corner of her eye. She was leaning against her headboard, filling out paperwork, with her laptop propped up on a pillow beside her. Her boyfriend however, in his own bedroom at home, was busy doing some sit-ups while they spent some virtual time together, talking about nothing in particular. Normally she'd never complain about watching her younger attractive lover, putting his muscles on display for her, but she was trying to focus on some reports for Dodd's. If she was being honest it took very little for her to feel a warm tingling sensation in her core these days, an added bonus of being in her second trimester? Maybe, although sometimes it was a hindrance as well.
"Gotta, stay, fit, some, how," Elliot spoke each word as he exhaled at the peak of his sit-up, before descending backwards.
He too was on his bed, except he was wearing nothing but a pair of baggy basketball shorts, not unlike the pair he wore the first time they had run into each other at the precinct, in the unit's small gym.
Olivia rubbed her face with both hands, "And you're sure your Doctor said it was okay to be exercising already?"
"Mmhm," she heard in response, "Got the all clear today, said I'm young, and healthy. Said I probably healed so quickly because I'm fit."
Olivia tried to focus on her paperwork again, but the words on the sheet were blurry, she sighed and grabbed a pair of reading glasses from her bedside drawer. She rarely needed them, only when she was particularly tired. She had read some pregnancy information online, and knew that the growing baby inside her tummy, could also be responsible for her changing eyesight.
Olivia took a moment to glance at her computer screen, and instantly regretted her decision.
Elliot was standing in his room, shorts barely hanging on to his waist, his sweaty torso on full display. She licked her lips as she physically counted each abdominal muscle, and wished she was there in person.
"How'd you make out the other night? I was talking to my partner, he said she's some kinda sportscaster, and her cameraman is potentially stalking her?" Elliot asked as he ran a towel over his face, and body.
Olivia bit her lip, watching his muscles flex, she could tell his room was hot for him to be covered in a sheen of sweat so quickly, sometimes he could jog on the treadmill for half an hour before breaking a sweat at the precinct. Even on her laptop she could make out the veins bulging in his neck, and arms. What she wouldn't give to clamp her mouth over his pulse point at that moment.
She barely heard her name being repeated over, and over again. She also knew the moment his oscillating fan must have hit him when he bent over to look at his laptop, and his body produced a short shiver.
"Damnnnn Benson, what do we have here?" Elliot asked, admiring her glasses.
She was propped against her headboard wearing a blue spaghetti strap top, and matching blue cheeky sleep shorts. The material was shimmery, silk if he had to guess, and had been a definite distraction when she first appeared on his screen. He had started their session wearing a hoodie, hoping to work up a sweat. He quickly took it off when he realized, one look at his hot pregnant girlfriend was all he would need to work up a sweat. Sometime between his pushups, and sit-ups though, she had donned a pair of black glasses, and thrown her hair up into a messy bun, she even had a pen sticking out of it.
His badass Captain girlfriend suddenly looked like every hot teacher fantasy he had ever had.
"Where'd you get those?" Elliot heard his tone drop as he sat on his bed, and leaned against his own headboard. Normally he'd place his laptop on his lap, but he had a feeling he'd want to keep that space free.
Olivia grinned widely, coming out of her own dreamlike state, "Ummm, I've had them for a couple years, never really needed them much."
"Well damnnn," Elliot muttered, he could feel his cock pushing against his snug boxer briefs.
"Hmmm, I take it you like them? Olivia raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly where his thoughts had gone.
Elliot wiped his forehead, "That's an understatement." He couldn't help himself, he shifted until he was in a more comfortable position, then reached down to pull his waistband away from his body.
"Don't you dare!" Olivia knew what he was about to do.
"What?" Elliot froze, trying to give his boss his most innocent expression. Truth was he was starting to throb, and needed a release.
"Don't what me, if I'm not getting off then neither are you. You've been distracting me all evening, I've barely got any of the work I wanted to get done, finished-"
"I'm sorry how's that my fault?" Elliot wondered, he thought he had been pretty well behaved considering what she was wearing when she answered the Skype video.
"Come on, I've had to listen to your grunts, and moans, while you flexed and sweat all over-"
"So you admit, you are thirsty for my-" Elliot smirked.
"Watch it!" Olivia purred.
"Ahhh, so you do want me for my body…?" Elliot trailed off, and moved his laptop so that his girlfriend could see everything from his knees and up.
Olivia sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she considered how to answer him, her glasses slid down her nose, and she peered over them, watching as he tugged his basketball shorts down his body, revealing the top of his dark grey boxer briefs.
"I mean, it's definitely an added bonus," she coughed, and tried to clear her throat when her voice sounded so husky.
"Fuck Liv," Elliot mumbled at the image on his screen, suddenly wondering if he could save it as a picture. She wasn't even naked, and she was already driving him crazy.
Olivia tipped her head to the side, noting the way her younger lover still reacted to her. She had often wondered just how much power she held over him. His nipples were hard, and his chest was rising faster than before.
"Your body is amazing El, and I know the effort you put in to keep it looking that way," Olivia spoke smoothly, in a low tone.
"How about you lower those too?" Olivia suggested, tilting her head and arching a single eyebrow to indicate his dark grey briefs. She could see him straining in them already.
Elliot nodded, and pulled his briefs away from his body, his erection immediately popped out, hitting his navel, and the sparse happy trail running up the centre of his torso.
"Good, good," Olivia praised. "God El you're so big, every fucking inch of you, so thick."
Olivia smiled hearing him moan, and twitch on her screen. She could see his head was already coated in his fluids.
"You fill me up, God, you hit places in me that I never knew existed, NO!" she exclaimed as she saw his hand move to touch his dick.
"Liv," he whined.
"No El, no touching," she demanded.
"Mmmm," he groaned.
"You're already close aren't you? Hmmm? I can see you twitching, your cock is throbbing, you need a release don't you?"
Elliot nodded aggressively as he white knuckled the sheets underneath him, to keep himself from grabbing his hard shaft.
He glanced at his screen, "Sp-spread your legs a little more Liv, pl-please?"
Olivia did as he wanted, she could feel her cool air conditioned air hit her damp folds, the small silk pajama shorts were stretched as far as they would go. She knew he could see up her shorts from the angle of her camera.
"Fuck Detective, if I was there…" Olivia started, "I'd run my tongue down your body, licking every drop of sweat from your firm, strong, abs, then I'd get to that sexy 'V,' and I'd trace the contours of your body until I came to your warm, hard dick."
"Fuck Liv," Elliot moaned, "Can't nee-need to."
"Who?" Olivia husked.
"Liv," Elliot rasped, all his blood was circulating in the head attached to his lap.
"Who?" she replied more firmly.
"Captain!"
"That's right Detective," she purred.
"You'd have no trouble filling my warm, wet mouth, I'd probably choke taking you down my throat," Olivia saw him move his hand again, "Look at me Detective, look at me," she ordered.
She moved herself so that only her upper body was visible, she knew her shirt was so thin, and tight that he'd be able to make out her own hard nipples.
"You're sexy that is true, but you did something no other man has ever been able to do," she slowly rubbed her hand over her burgeoning belly. She grinned when his eyes zoned in on it. "That's right, you got me pregnant," she wasn't sure how much of an accomplishment it really was, as she had never tried to get pregnant before. Still even on birth control he managed it.
Olivia knew it would send him over the edge, and that statement did. She watched as his shaft gave a particularly hard twitch before he was squirting his seed all over his lower abdomen. Ropes of white-ish fluid covered his navel, a shame when she wasn't there to receive it herself. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling a rush of her own, as a tremor wracked her body.
Olivia wasn't sure if it was normal, or just him, as she had never let a man cum inside her before her boyfriend, but she loved the warm sensation he created when he did. It filled her with satisfaction, and left her satiated, it was a feeling she loved.
Humming happily, proud of herself for getting her Detective off with nothing but her image, and her voice, she checked in with the panting man, while breathing heavily herself.
"You alright?"
She watched as an arm that was slung over his eyes, flopped onto the bed beside him, "I am, I'm not sure my ego is though? Don't know what it says bout me that you can make me cum using nothin' but your mouth, and not in the way you normally use it to get me off."
"Hmmm, well personally I think it shows how much you love me, how connected we are?"
"Yeah-yep th-that's it, love you, love you so fucking much," Elliot nodded with his eyes closed as he tried to regulate his breathing. Only Olivia Benson could give him a better workout only using her words.
"I love you too, and as much as I'd love to continue this little experiment, I really do need to finish this paperwork since I'll be away all morning at my appointment," Olivia informed him.
"Your OB/GYN appointment," Elliot mumbled.
Olivia hummed as she picked up her discarded paperwork, "Yes my OB/GYN appointment."
"Where they'll be checking out the baby…"
Olivia smiled, "Yes where they'll be looking at the baby."
"Our baby," Elliot interjected.
"Mmhm, yes, our baby," Olivia repeated.
"Our baby that we made," he continued to mutter.
"Hah, yes that we made," Olivia chuckled, she knew she was losing him to the pull of a deep sleep.
"Together, our baby, that we made together," he further clarified.
"Goodnight Elliot," Olivia sighed happily with a shake of her head.
"Wait!" Elliot sprang up, still naked in his bed.
Olivia pressed a hand to her chest, momentarily startled by his sudden exclamation, "What?"
"You got the forms I left for you?" he inquired.
"Oh, yes thank you I forgot to tell you I found them," she admitted sheepishly.
"S'Okay, did you ever finish yours?" Elliot asked through a yawn.
Scrunching her eyebrows Olivia looked to her side table, where she had left the finished forms, only half of hers filled out, the same way she felt she only knew half herself growing up.
Elliot interrupted her before she could respond, which she was thankful for, "You sure I can't go with you tomorrow?"
Olivia's face showed her surprise, "You want to come to my appointment?"
Any of her friends that were pregnant, had complained about getting their husbands to go to appointments with them. God knows her Mother had drilled into her head that she could never rely on men in her life.
Elliot perked up slightly, "'Course I want to. I wanna experience every moment of this journey with you. No matter how many kids we have."
Olivia could feel the moisture gathering in her eyes, 'damn hormones,' she thought.
"I'd say I'll pick you up, but I'm not sure how you'd feel riding on my bike-"
"Speaking of we need to talk about you having a child friendly car, I'm not going to have you driving around New York City with our baby in a side car," Olivia told him sternly.
"Ummmm, right…" Elliot trailed off sleepily, "If you give me the address I can meet you there? I'd drive to your place, and ride with you in your car, but I'm assuming you're gonna go straight to the precinct afterwards, and I don't wanna waste money on a taxi."
"Sounds good I'll text you the details, I'm gonna try to get this work done now," Olivia held up some papers for him to see.
"Mm'kay, but don't stay up too late, you and Baby B need your zzzz's, love you Liv," Elliot spoke in a tired tone.
Olivia was touched that even in his half conscious state her wellbeing was at the front of his mind, "We love you too Stabler, and Baby Benson says goodnight."
She watched as her lover fell asleep, with a smile that looked like it would be permanently etched on his face for the duration of this pregnancy. She turned her attention back to the papers in front of her, after she turned her laptop off for the night.
She couldn't keep the smile off of her face either.
A/N: Coming up on the big Chapter 50! Most of this story is planned out, and we're about to hop back on the emotional rollercoaster, can't always be rainbows and orgasms. You've been warned…
If there's anything you'd like to see, or any kind scenario you'd like to see Captain Benson/Detective Elliot get into, leave a comment/review.
Have a good weekend y'all!
