It's been a month since Olivia has been gone. Elliot has been drinking and smoking nonstop after work, trying to drown his feelings about Olivia. Alex walks through the door.
Alex's voice cuts through Elliot's brooding silence at home.
"El, you really need to get a grip," she asserts. "You're living like a slob, and Olivia wouldn't want you acting like this over her."
That day, Alex finds Elliot at home, consumed by despair over his actions. Meanwhile, Olivia has returned to the precinct.
Fin greets her warmly, "Hey, baby girl, we missed you."
Jeffries chimes in enthusiastically, "Hey, Liv!"
"Alex, I don't deserve her or you or anybody now. Please just let me drink in peace!" Says Elliot
As Elliot drowns his sorrows in alcohol, Olivia returns to the precinct, and the squad happily welcomes her back.
Fin hugs her warmly, "Hey, baby girl, we missed you."
The squad is glad that she's back safe and sound.
Olivia listens as Munch gives her a report on Elliot's condition.
"Hey, we were a mess without you, especially Stabler," Munch says, embracing her.
Olivia asks, "Have you guys seen him?"
Munch sighs, "Yeah, he comes in mad, smelling like liquor, and then leaves. He isn't the old Stabler. He's grumpy, and nobody wants to be around him."
Cragen calls Olivia into his office and gives her a warm embrace.
"First, a hug because we missed you," he says. "Second, Dean informed me you did an amazing job on closing the case, so tomorrow night we'll celebrate that!"
After Olivia arrives home and unpacks her luggage, she checks her phone and sees the numerous missed calls and messages from Elliot. She contemplates reaching out to him but ultimately decides against it. To unwind, she takes a hot shower and goes to bed.
The next morning, her alarm rings, and she gets ready for work. At the precinct, Olivia enters Cragen's office to collect items she had left there. Coincidentally, Cragen himself enters the office.
Cragen approaches Olivia, aware of the strained situation between her and Elliot.
"Hey, I know you and Elliot are in a tough spot right now," Cragen begins. "But can you please go be his handler? He just got into a fight with another employee."
Olivia agrees and heads to the cribs, spotting Elliot putting on a button-up shirt.
"Hey," Olivia greets him, and Elliot responds with a simple "Hi."
Olivia compliments his shirt, saying, "I like that shirt."
Elliot glances at Olivia with a puzzled expression, asking, "What are you doing here?"
Olivia calmly responds, "Well, I've been assigned to be your handler. Cragen told me what happened."
Elliot sighs, appreciating her presence but not necessarily welcoming it. "Well, thanks for dropping by," he says, and descends the stairs. Olivia follows shortly after, exhaling a sigh, feeling the weight of the situation.
Cragen makes an announcement to the squad, declaring, "Listen up, we're going out for drinks to celebrate Olivia being back. It's on me, so everyone pack up and meet there."
As Elliot put on his coat, Munch grabs him and pulls him into a room.
"Listen, I know you're angry at the world, been drinking, and it might not be the best idea to drink more, but Liv is back, and if you want her back, I advise you to get your head out of your ass before some other idiot swoops her up," Fin warns before walking away.
Elliot sighs, feeling resigned to his situation, and decides to head home. He catches Alex on her way out.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
Alex responds, "To make up with my best friend. I'd advise you to do the same, Elliot. Before she doesn't think you care about her and moves on. Trust me, I know how women work, so you should listen to your big sister for once."
Elliot sighs once more and sits down on the couch, feeling defeated.
Alex sighs with remorse, her voice filled with regret, "Olivia, I'm so f*cking sorry for what I said to you. I should've listened and understood you and Elliot better, and I want you to know that I know what's going on between you two. He's a mess, I won't get involved in that, but he's been drinking a lot, and I'm worried about you. And one more thing, Kathy was lying; it's not Elliot's fault."
Olivia's expression softens, and she takes a deep breath before saying, "Thank you for the apology, Alex. You shouldn't be apologizing, but I appreciate and understand. I'm sorry too."
Olivia's gaze meets Alex's, and she takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing, "I'm sorry for not being honest; it was my fault. I shouldn't have fallen for Elliot."
Alex smiles reassuringly and places her hand on Olivia's, showing her support.
"Liv, don't blame yourself; it's not just your fault. Elliot played a part in this too," Alex says, trying to ease Olivia's guilt.
Alex smiles warmly, taking Olivia's hand in hers.
"I forgive you, Olivia. Best friends again," she says, their friendship renewed.
"Best friends again!" Olivia responds, a sense of relief washing over her.
Alex then pulls Olivia onto the dance floor, and they start dancing together. As Elliot enters the venue, he stands by the door, watching them. A smile forms on his face.
Alex and Olivia return to the table, and Elliot cautiously walks towards them.
Elliot approaches the table and greets the group.
"Hey guys."
"Hey, El," the others reply in unison.
Elliot's gaze turns to Olivia, and he points to the seat next to her.
"Hey, Liv, is anyone sitting here?"
Olivia looks at him and smiles, shaking her head.
"No, no, go ahead," she says, gesturing for him to take a seat.
Olivia responds with a hint of surprise, saying, "Hey, I didn't know you were coming!" as she embraces Dean.
Elliot's irritation is evident as his jaw clenches tight. Dean explains his presence, "Yeah, I'm just helping out and decided to grab a drink."
Elliot's response is laced with sarcasm, "Mm, how lovely."
Dean, his cocky smirk intact, adds, "Yeah, it's great since I get to accidentally run into a beautiful lady."
As Elliot abruptly stands up and heads toward the door, Dean lets out a chuckle and says to Olivia, "Go get your boy."
Olivia responds to Dean with a mix of sarcasm and annoyance, "Thanks, Dean, you're still an ass."
Dean grins confidently and replies back, "Oh, trust me, you'll be thanking me later."
Olivia quickly exits the venue, determined to catch up with Elliot, who is a short distance from their home.
Back at the group table, Alex voices her intention, "Well, I'm calling Casey because I'm not about to hear those two f*ck."
Cragen laughs and replies, "Please, Alex, they're like my children."
Olivia finally catches up to Elliot and asks, "Elliot, where are you going?"
Elliot shoots back sarcastically, "Oh, surprise, she follows me and not Dean cutie pie porter."
Olivia responds, frustration evident in her voice, "Seriously, Elliot?"
Elliot retorts, anger laced in his words, "Yeah, let me just walk away like you did for a month, ignoring me."
Olivia responds defensively, "I was under f*cking cover, ass hat! You should know those f*cking rules."
"Yeah, sure, Olivia. I'm sure you just had the best time with your new boyfriend," Elliot replies sarcastically, continuing their argument as they walk towards their homes, only a minute away.
"Whatever, Elliot, screw you," Olivia responds equally frustrated, now heading towards her house.
As Elliot follows Olivia, he retorts, his anger rising, "Oh f*ck me, Olivia f*ck you!"
Olivia shoots back defensively, her own anger building, "I bet you would like that, wouldn't you!" She speeds up her pace.
Elliot continues his rant as they approach their destination, "Oh yeah, you're right. I forgot you thought I was sleeping with Kathy, so I bet you had no issue screaming out Dean Porter's name."
Olivia, now at her door, halts in her tracks, opens her door, and slams it shut, ending the argument with a loud and forceful gesture.
As Elliot reaches the couch, he flops down, frustrated and still reeling from the heated exchange, the tension in the air palpable.
Olivia's voice is fierce, anger and hurt evident in her words as she retorts, "No, for your information, I didn't f*ck Dean Porter, nor did I f*cking want to, but if I did, it would've been none of your f*cking business!"
In a flash, Elliot grabs her and pushes her hard against the door, his grip firm on her wrists as he pins them above her head, his own frustration and emotions bubbling to the surface. It's a tense and charged moment.
Elliot's voice thunders, its volume and intensity echoing through the room, "We are not f*cking done, Olivia!"
The veins on his thick neck throb with tension as he stands only inches from her, his strong presence and proximity dominating the space between them. Olivia, caught off guard by his fierce tone, finds herself succumbing to the effect it has on her. Her heart races, and a bead of sweat drips down her temple.
"E-El-" she stutters, her words caught in her throat.
Elliot's voice is a low growl as he pins Olivia against the door. He leans in, his body pressed against hers, his words leaving no room for argument.
"No, you f*cking listen here, Olivia Margaret Benson," he growls, the possessive anger in his tone adding weight to his words. He then captures her lips in a hard, possessive kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, biting and claiming her.
Elliot's voice is a low, sultry murmur in Olivia's ear as he grazes his teeth against her earlobe, his tone teasing and filled with desire. "Look at you," he purrs, his breath hot against her skin. "Already needy for me, huh?"
Olivia's breath hitches, her body heating up at the whispered words. She tries to keep her composure, but his closeness and the way his lips graze against her sensitive skin make it difficult for her to think straight. Her heart thumps loudly in her chest, and an unfamiliar ache forms in her core.
"Whose pussy is this, Olivia?" Elliot growled, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and possession. His fingers curled inside her, knowing exactly how to touch her to elicit a response.
"Not yours," Olivia replied, her breath already coming in short gasps. She wanted to appear bold, but the intensity in Elliot's eyes and the way he dominated her body made her question her defiance.
"Say that again, I fucking dare you," Elliot whispered, his hot breath caressing her ear. As he spoke, he wrapped his left hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her aware of his strength and power. He owned her in this moment, and he wanted her to know it.
Olivia's eyes widened as she felt her airway constrict slightly. She didn't expect him to be so forceful, and the combination of pleasure and slight pain had her whimpering. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and a wave of wetness coated them. Elliot smirked, knowing he had affected her deeply. He kept his hand on her throat, enjoying the feel of her warmth and the power he held over her.
Slowly, he began moving his fingers again, curling them deeper inside her. He knew how to work her body, driving her wild with need. His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in firm circles. Olivia squirmed, her hands grasping at his arms as she tried to alleviate the tension building inside her.
"Please..." she breathed, not even sure what she was begging for. Whether it was for him to stop or to take her harder, she couldn't tell. Elliot showed no signs of slowing down, his fingers working her relentlessly.
"You like that, don't you, Olivia?" he murmured, his mouth close to her ear. "You like it when I touch you like this. When I take what's mine."
Olivia nodded, unable to form words anymore. Her hips rocked against his hand, seeking more stimulation. Elliot added another finger, stretching her, filling her up. He thrust them in and out, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her breasts heaved with each breath, and a sheen of sweat covered her skin.
He bent his head to capture a nipple between his teeth, tugging and nibbling until she cried out. His free hand roamed over her body, squeezing and caressing her soft flesh. Every touch, every sensation, drove her closer to the edge.
"Elliot, please." Olivia cries out in desperation Olivia's plea hangs in the air, her voice laced with desperation. Elliot's hand pauses its movement, his demeanor shifting as he takes in her plea.
Olivia's body trembles at the mixture of pleasure and frustration, her mind clouding with desire. Elliot's words cut through the haze, taunting her.
"You really think you deserve to be pleased?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he sucks his fingers, coated in her juices. His taunting voice sends shivers down her spine, further igniting the fire within her.
"You think you can just walk away from me, slut? You're mine. Remember that." His grip tightened for a moment, making her whimper softly as her head swam dizzily. Olivia loved it when Elliot took control, his possessiveness a huge turn on for her. She liked to play hard to get, but deep down, she craved this dominance, wanted to be owned and used.
e teased her, running his fingers lightly over her silk-covered pussy lips, not giving her the contact she craved. "God, you're soaked," he murmured, circling his fingers closer to her clit, still denying her the touch she needed.
"Please, Elliot. Fuck, please. I need you to touch me properly." She bucked her hips back towards his hand, seeking the pressure and friction she craared for.
He chuckled darkly, his hold on her hair tightening as he forced her head further back, baring her throat. "Such a demanding little slut. But I like it." With that, he finally gave her what she wanted, his fingers pressing firmly against her clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles.
Elliot's fingers shifted between playing with Olivia's clit, to slipping inside of her. Elliot's fingers were gradually but quickly quickening their pace inside of her. Olivia starts to whine and buck her hips harder.
"Buck away from me again bitch. I will stop." Elliot says as he tightens the grip on her throat. He glazes his fingers over her clit and then shoves his two fingers back in Olivia's hole without breaking eye contact. Elliot's forearm flexes, the veins popping out sexily as Elliot fingers her faster arousal, sloshing around Elliot's thick fingers. The sounds fill up the room. With Olivia moaning loudly
"Now I'm going to ask you again, my pretty little slut. Who's pussy is this? If you give me the wrong answer, the fuck again, you will be punished, detective." Elliot says deeply
"It's yo- yours. This pussy is yours." Olivia says while moaning loudly
"That's right, my sweet girl, your pretty pussy is all fucking mine," Elliot says, sliding up and down her slit, circling her clit teasingly, and then lightly flicking it between two fingers.
"Uhhh fuck Elliot, I'm going to cum." Olivia whimpers
"You like that princess.My fingers are playing with your pretty little pussy." Says Elliot as he takes his hand off her throat, taking her nipple and pinching it between his thumb and index finger, and rolling it between those two digits before gently tugging on it
"Yes, Elliot, your thick, longer fingers I'm fucking cumming." Olivia whimpers loudly
"Good girl cumming all over daddy's fingers," Elliot says as he takes out his fingers and sucks them clean
Olivia takes her back off the wall and looks into Elliot's eyes. Elliot, not breaking eye contact, takes off his belt and his pants and shirt. Now, only in his underwear
"Get on your knees slut." Elliot says
Olivia looks at him and smirks. "What was that, Daddy?" Olivia says
"I said get on your fucking knees now," Elliot says in a growl
Elliot steps closer, his hands reaching down to untuck his shirt. He slowly lifts it over his head, revealing a muscular chest that makes Olivia's mouth water. Her eyes travel down his body, taking in his defined abs and the trail of hair that leads below his belt.
"You like what you see, don't you, slut?" he teases
"Yes," she replies, her voice husky. "I want to taste every inch of you."
As if in a trance, she reaches forward, her hands gliding over his belt buckle. With deft fingers, she undoes his belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans. The sound of denim sliding over skin fills the room as she pulls his pants and boxers down, releasing his thick, hard cock.Precum already beads at the tip, and she knows he's been wanting this as much as she has.
"You're going to suck daddy's cock detective. I want you to fucking deep throat me, taste every last drop of me," Says Elliot
Olivia teases Elliot and starts to lick his tip with her tongue, stroking his shaft.
"Livia, stop fucking teasing me," Elliot says as he grips her hair
"Mmm, I love your cock so long, thick, and it's pink tip," Olivia says as she opens her mouth, takes the tip goes down halfway slowly, and comes back up.
Taking him in her hand, she strokes his length gently, feeling his heat and hardness in her palm. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she wraps her lips around the head, sucking gently and swirling her tongue over the sensitive ridge.
"I know you can take my deep, baby, so why don't you show me," Elliot says
she bobs her head, taking him deeper into her warm, wet mouth. She hums with pleasure, the vibration causing him to buck his hips slightly. One hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently, while her other hand continues to stroke the base of his shaft.
"Fuck my mouth, Daddy," Olivia says
Elliot starts to pound his cock in Olivia's mouth. Olivia focused on her breathing.
"Fuck Liv, you're taking Daddy's cock so fucking good. You're such a good fucking slut detective. I can't wait get in to fuck that tight fucking pussy." Elliot says as he grabs her hair harder
Olivia's saliva coming out of her mouth, her eyes, watering. She can feel herself grow wetter and wetter as he encourages filthy words, which causes her to moan.
Olivia can barely breathe as Elliot holds her head in place harder, thrusting his hips up faster.
"fuck… you're little throat feels perfect around me. I'm going to fucking cum down your throat detective, and you're going to swallow every fucking drop, and when you do, Daddy's got a reward for you." Elliot groans
Hitting the back of her throat harder and deeper, Elliot spills his liquids in Olivia's throat. She swallows it all, looks up at him, and smiles.
"Mmm, now here's what's going to happen, detective. I'm going to fuck your tight pretty pussy on the couch, and if you start acting like a fucking brat, I will punish you," Elliot says
"Mmm, punish how daddy," Olivia says
Elliot picks her up and carries her to the couch. Lays her on his lap. He hits her ass hard, leaving a red mark then he smooths her ass with his hand. He does it a few more times. Olivia whimpers.
"Mmm, my dirty slut like her ass slapped. I can smell your arousal from here. Is my princess already horny again, ready for my cock." Says Elliot
"Yes, Daddy, I'm always ready for your cock." Olivia says panting
"Hands and knees and arch your fucking back." Elliot growls
"Mmm, love this position. Get to see your perfect ass." Elliot slaps her ass and rubs it
"Get grab on your perfect fucking tits." He leans forward and squeezes her tits
"Touch your wet, tight pussy, and have you look back at me." Elliot growls
Elliot lines himself up with Olivia's pussy slammed cock into her hard enough she jerks forward. Elliot grabs Olivia's hair.
"Oh my god." Olivia moans out in a cry
"He's not here slut. It's only us," Elliot says he's ramming into Olivia with hard and fast movements.
"Fuck Elliottt." Olivia moans out
"You either call me detective or daddy. I'm not Elliot, right." Elliot says as he slaps her ass hard
"Uhhhhh fuck daddy." Olivia moans loudly, stuffing her face into her pillow
"Liv, look at me right fucking now," Elliot says as he puts his fingers on her clit
"Yes, Daddy," Olivia says as she turns her head and sees Elliot looking so fucking delicious, pounding into her
"Mmm, you looks so fucking good when I fuck her like this with her swollen and aching clit. You need me to touch it, Mommy, make you feel even better." Elliot groans
"Yes, detective, touch my clit, please." Olivia moans out loud, pleading
"Mmm, since you begged like a good girl," Elliot says as he rubs her clit in circular motions
Elliot grabs Olivia's hands and puts them together, holding them with one of his hands. He leans back, pulling you up from the couch so she is on her knees, resting her back against his chest. He thrust into her hard, hitting her g spot even more in this position.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy fuck, it's too much," Olivia whines, feeling pressure on her bladder
Elliot knows Olivia is about to squirt and doesn't think she's ever squirted before. "Mmm, has the detective never squirted before?" Elliot says, rubbing Olivia's clit faster and pounding into her.
A room filled with moans and skin-hitting skin.
"N-noo I didn't think I ccould." Olivia is studdering as she's nonstop moaning
"You're going to squirt. I'm about to make sure of it. It's going to feel so fucking good. The way I stuff your pretty tight wet fucking pussy." Elliot moans out
Olivia's pussy clenches around Elliot's cock she spasmed, squeezing him tight with her pussy as she cums and squirts. She screams out his name in ecstasy .
"Mmm, that was so fucking hot, Liv. Let's do it again." Says Elliot as he thrust into her pounding the fuck out of Olivia's pussy. Rubbing her clit again in circle motions
"your tight little cunt is fucking tight around my cock. I love the way your pussy stretches around me." Moans Elliot
"Uhhh feels so fucking good detective." Olivia cries out
"You gonna fucking squirt again for me, detective." Elliot says
"Yyes, detective, it's about to come." Olivia moans
"Take my fucking cock, you slut. Squirt on my cock right fucking now, Olivia!" Elliot growls, taking his lips and sucking on her pulse point, and wrapping his other hand around her neck, cutting off some of her oxygen for a brief second.
quirt for me. Drench my cock with your juices, show me how much you need this."
"I'm fucking cumming all your fucking cock, Elliot uhhh. I fucking love you. Yes, detective, uhhhh fuck my tight pussy." Olivia screams out in a high-pitched voice as she squirts, and her juices go all over Elliot's cock.
"I'm cumming, Livia fuckkk, I love you too, Livia," Elliot says as he pounds into her pussy forcefully with a few thrusts.
Olivia and Elliot are now breathing heavily. Olivia has passed out in a slumber from how good the sex was. Elliot smiles. He grabs a rag and cleans her up and himself up. He scoops her up and puts her in his bed, lays her down, gently places her head on the pillow, and kisses her forehead. Covering them both up and falling asleep next to her.
Alex knocks on the door and doesn't hear anything. She opens it and slowly sees Elliot and Olivia sleeping (can't see them nacked). She smiles to herself and closes the door.