Work Header

Come Back To Me

Work Text:

October 10th, 1999

Olivia Margaret Benson was excited. She was moving up in her career, as she would be starting at the special victims unit the next morning. She was nervous, but she was more than ready for the financial and emotional pay raise from her days as a uniformed officer. Olivia didn’t normally go out the night before starting a new job, but she felt she should celebrate, so she dressed herself in a pair of tight fitted jeans that made her ass look like that of Aphro-fucking-dite and a black tank top that hugged and scooped in all the right places. She zipped her black thick heeled boots and did one final check in the mirror before heading out. She looked hot.

When Olivia got out of her apartment building, she realized that she didn’t know where she was going, so she just started walking. She got whistled at, complimented by trashy street men, and a small part of her that wasn’t disgusted felt confident. Sexy. In control. After walking about six blocks, she stumbled upon a bar called Missy’s. It seemed trashy enough that she could get a hot stranger to take her home and decent enough that it wouldn’t be in a body bag, so she opened the door and strutted in. It was a room filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol induced euphoria that would definitely lead to morning after regret.

It was perfect.

Olivia scanned the room before situating herself at the bar a couple of stools down from a huge hunk of pure man with the biceps of an Adonis who was nursing a beer and a sullen expression. The bartender came up to her, a middle aged woman with red hair and brown eyes, and took her order.

“Hey sweetheart, what’ll it be?” She asked, a heavy Staten Island accent overpowering her words.

“Rum and coke please. It’s my lucky drink, and I’m here to get lucky. And to celebrate a new job, but mostly the former.” She winked as she said it, hoping that it might catch the attention of the sulking beer-sipping Adonis two stools down.

“You got it, sweetheart.” The bartender then leaned in over the counter to whisper something in her ear. “If you’re really hoping to get lucky, I’d take a crack at that fella with the bad attitude and the beer right there. He’s not looking to go back to his own home tonight. Bartender’s intuition.” Olivia raised her eyebrow and nodded. She sat for a moment while the bartender went to fix her drink, fixating her eyes on her nails.

“So you got a new job, huh?” A grin began to crawl across Liv’s lips a the sound of the Adonis’s voice. It was deep and smooth, exactly what she would have imagined it sounded like. She turned to face him, flipping her hair as she did so.

“Yeah. Who’d have thought that all it took to get a promotion was a couple of years of painstaking silence and smiles in the face of asshole bosses and coworkers?” The Adonis gave a single laugh at her joke as he swiveled in his stool to face her.

“Well, congratulations . . . ?” He paused, waiting for her to introduce herself.

“Olivia.” She extended her hand to him as he shook it with a firm grip.

“Well congratulations, Olivia. The name’s Elliot.” The corners of his mouth tugged up in a semi-drunken grin as she smiled warmly at the sound of his name. Liv dropped his hand before moving over to sit in the stool directly next to him as the bartender brought her the rum and coke.

“So, Elliot,” She purred as she sipped her drink, savoring his name on her tongue. “I’m guessing that you don’t do this often.” He furrowed his brows at her as he readjusted his body position to be facing her.

“And what might it be that I’m not doing often?” His words were almost a challenge to her, pressing her for answers which she barely denied him.

“Going out to a bar and drinking your sorrows away.” She sipped her rum and coke as he raised his eyebrows at her. She reciprocated the gesture as if to say Am I wrong?

“And how do you figure that?” He counters, leaning in a bit closer, his blue eyes studying the smooth canvas of her face.

“Well, for starters, you’re drinking a beer. Men who drink away their sorrows don’t exactly go for something that light. So I know you don’t do this on the regular, ‘cause you’re just starting down this spiral. And I know that you’re trying to distract yourself from something with the magical powers of booze because no one who looks as good as you just sits by the bar alone, only socializing with their drink.” Olivia downs the rest of her beverage as Elliot leans back, his arms crossed over his chest, looking impressed.

“Well well well. Very good detective work there, Liv.” She felt a warmth rising in her gut as she relished the sound of him calling her by a nickname. “One problem.” She cocked her head to the side in a sort of flirtatious confusion.

“What’s the problem, El?” She asked, running her finger along the rim of her now empty glass. He leaned in, his elbows resting on his knees, his lips a mere few inches from hers.

“I’m not sitting at the bar alone. And you have more than just the socializing thing in common with my drink.” Olivia’s breath hitched as Elliot placed his left hand on her knee, stroking it lightly with his fingertips.

“And what might that be?” She tried to keep cool, but she knew that he could hear the catch in her voice when she responded.

“I wanna keep my mouth on you all night.” He uttered in a low growl, sex oozing from his every word. Liv smiled as she bit her bottom lip.

“Sounds good to me.” He brought his right hand up under her chin and closed the gap between them. When his lips closed in on hers, wild flashes of incredible sex were dancing before her closed eyes. The kiss started out innocent enough, but they both knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long. As soon as the thought had entered her mind, his hand drifted from her chin to tangle in her hair as his tongue swiped across her lower lip. As his tongue began to hungrily dance with her own, her hands snaked up from his chest to his shoulders and his neck, clutching at his shirt. Liv pulled back to catch her breath and licked her lips seductively.

“Wanna take me back to my place?” She asked breathlessly. Elliot gently tugged on the fistful of her hair that he had in his right hand before responding.

“God yes.” He growled before kissing her with the same passion and ferocity as before. Olivia was barely able to pull away long enough slap a twenty down on the bar before she and Elliot were running out the door, giggling like a pair of teenagers. She only lived six blocks away, but in their semi drunken and deluded state of desperation to get some place more private, six blocks warranted a cab. Elliot waved one down before he half pushed and was half pulled down into the backseat. He began kissing her neck, tasting the sweat and perfume on the skin where he latched his mouth, sucking on her pulse point as she gasped out her address to the driver. Elliot handed the driver a bill without looking at him when he stopped before Olivia’s apartment building.

They practically fell out of the cab, their hands groping at each other’s bodies, their mouths locked tight. She’d had one night stands before, and she’s always been able to keep her cool, remain level headed and in control, but something about this guy made her want to relinquish control to him, to give him all of herself in her bed. They broke apart long enough to get into the building and up the stairs, but as soon as Liv started digging in her purse for her keys, Elliot decided to take a newer, slower route. It was as if he sensed that he was the one in charge as he pressed his body against her backside, allowing her to feel his raging hard-on against her round ass. Elliot then ran his fingertips lightly over the exposed skin of her arms, gently pressing small kisses along her shoulders up to the pulse point of her neck. Each of these kisses was quick, yet with the slightest bit of sucking and use of teeth, he made her gasp at every one. He smiled against her skin as she finally found her keys and jammed them into the door of her apartment. Olivia then turned around and grabbed a fistful of Elliot’s shirt before dragging him into the apartment, her lips locked on his.

She turned on the lights as she went to take off her shirt, but Elliot stopped her. She furrowed her brows as if to ask why he didn’t want her topless right there, right then.

“Let me,” He murmured as he stepped forward, gently placing his hands on her hips as he began to focus his attention on her lips again. He kissed her slowly and gently, sucking lightly on her lower lip, all the passion from before retained with much of the urgency released. When his calloused fingers hooked underneath the hem of her shirt, lightly touching her bare skin, she gasped. As he slowly lifted her shirt, he made sure to run his knuckles along the bare skin of the sides of her body, something that made the warm wetness between her thighs grow. She lifted up her arms when he finally took off her black tank top, and for a moment, she was unsure of what he’d do next. That was what was so amazing about this guy; his every move was a wonderful surprise.

After the shirt was off, Elliot looked into her big brown eyes with his own blueish greenish spheres that twinkled with the light of mischief and sex. He then bent down slightly and placed his hands on the backs of her thighs just under her ass. Liv took the hint and jumped up as he lifted her up, his strong arms supporting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Which way’s the bedroom?” He asked in between the kisses that he pressed upon her shoulder and neck.

“Right ahead of you, El. Just walk forward.” She was having trouble keeping her gasps to a minimum as Elliot walked her towards her bedroom. When they got to their destination, he slowly let her down. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes and jeans, and before she could get any further, she watched in awe as Elliot removed his long sleeved dark green shirt, revealing the beautifully toned torso and arms of god tier quality. He removed his belt and his jeans as Olivia slowly crawled back onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she watched the beautiful man undress down to his boxers. He then knelt on the bed before situating himself over her, planting kisses from her lips to her jaw to her neck. He halted moving south when he reached her collarbone as his hands unclasped her front opening bra. He leaned back on his knees, admiring the near nakedness of the stunning woman lying before him.

“Jesus Christ, Liv. You really are something else.” He whispered the words with a flirtatious smile before leaning back down and taking one of her nipples in his mouth, using the slightest bit of teeth, so as not to hurt, but to arouse. Olivia made an audible gasp when he massaged her other breast with his free hand, which took her by surprise seeing as she was never a noise maker in the bedroom. She arched her back, trying to get some friction for the growing wetness between her thighs. Taking the hint, Elliot began to trail his kisses down her abdomen, leaving hickeys on and around her hips and upper thighs.

She was about to scream, his mouth was so close to her pussy, yet so far away. She squirmed beneath him, moaning and begging.

“Please, Elliot, please, please, please.” Elliot paused, his mouth just over her pussy, and he looked up at her and smiled mischievously.

“Please what?” He teased, his hot breath on her center absolute torture. She whined loudly before responding.

“Please just eat me out!” She practically screamed the plea as he smiled.

“Good girl.” He purred before going to town on her clit. He sucked on her clit while she grabbed fistfuls of his hair as if she were holding on for dear life. He flattened his tongue against her pussy, penetrated her with his tongue, always returning to the clit. Sensing that she was close, Elliot penetrated her with two fingers, instantly bringing her over the edge as she came.

As she was coming down from that glorious high, he sat back on his knees and held eye contact as he sucked his fingers clean. Olivia swore to god she had never seen anything so erotic.

“Do you have condoms?” He asked as she caught her breath. Olivia shook her head.

“No need, I’m on the pill.” She breathed, as she sat up and curled her fingers around the waistband of his boxers. “Come on. I’m gonna give you the ride of your life.” She whispered the words before gently biting his ear. Elliot’s eyes widened as she flipped their positions so that she was on top. She straddled him, positioning him at her entrance before slowly sinking down onto his cock. It was bigger than any that she’d had before, thicker too. He sat up, the two of them in a lotus position as she ground her hips against his. They moved with each other, each one reading the other’s bodily cues and responding as if they’d been fucking each other for years, not for the first time. Liv felt like she’d known this man much longer than the forty five minutes that she actually had. All rational thoughts were swept from her mind the moment that Elliot had put his hand on her knee in the bar, and at that moment when he thrust in that particular way, Liv could’ve sworn that all one night stands would be ruined for her after this. When she reached down and began to rub her clit, she came for the second time that night. After that, Elliot’s breathing started to get more sporadic, his thrusts more spastic, signaling Liv that he was close. She squeezed the muscles of her inner walls around his cock, which sent him over the edge, his warm seed filling her.

They sat there on her bed for a good minute, sweating and panting, holding each other before she swung her leg around to get off of him, his cock sliding out of her with a plop sound. She normally would send guys out of the apartment after the deed was done, but she wanted this Elliot guy to stay for a bit. She tossed him his boxers back, which he slid on as she wrapped a blue silk robe around her body.

“So, Elliot, can I get you anything to eat?” She asked, tying the robe around her naked body.

“I don’t know, let’s see what you have in the kitchen.” He replied with a grin. Liv led him out of her room and into the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of water. Elliot picked up an apple and began to chew while he watched Olivia looking through her fridge, deciding.

“Do you want a yogurt or something? You can take a look— oh. I didn’t see you got an apple.” She laughed a bit, as if she were nervous. She’d never really kept a one night stand around after the fact, and she wasn’t really sure what to do with him.

“So Olivia,” Elliot said after swallowing a bite of the apple. “What line of work you in?” She rested her elbows on the counter, holding her water with two hands as she stared into his eyes.

“Law enforcement. I’m a cop.” She replied as she began to circle her thumb around the rim of her glass, like she had done at the bar.

“Always nice to meet a fellow officer.” Elliot purred before taking another bite of his apple. Liv grinned as she took another sip of her water, the two of them never breaking eye contact. It was as if she were mesmerized by this man’s eyes, caught in some sort of hypnotically horny trance. Olivia cleared her throat before setting the water glass down on the counter to walk over to the side of the counter where Elliot stood. She hiked herself up onto the slab of granite next to the man. He turned to face her, swallowing the last of the apple.

“You uh,” He started, beginning to trace his finger around her thigh. “You up for round two, officer?” He flashed her a charming smirk as she uncrossed her legs.

“Say, Elliot, you happen to have your cuffs on you?” Mischief glinted in her brown eyes as she murmured the words. Elliot grinned as he slid his hand further up her thigh.

“Follow me.” He whispered with a wink. She hopped down off of the counter and followed him back into her bedroom. He stopped once they were in to dig in the pockets of his pants while Liv stood by the bed awkwardly.

“Get on the bed.” He almost whispered the command. It was firm yet gentle, as if he knew that she would trust him implicitly in this moment. She crawled onto the bed and leaned back, resting on her elbows to watch him as he pulled his cuffs out of the pocket of his jeans. He walked back towards her and crawled over her as she lifted her arms above her head, grabbing onto the wooden bars of the headboard. Elliot’s face softened as he looked down at the woman below him.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his voice gentle as he paused, not daring to cuff her without permission. Liv nodded slowly as she gulped, a bit uncertain. She’d never done this before, but she trusted Elliot, for some unidentified reason. There was a nagging voice in the back of her head, telling her Really? You’re about to start in the sex crimes unit tomorrow and you’re letting a random stranger handcuff to your bed? Slut. Olivia shut that voice up as she felt the cold metal of his handcuffs lock around her wrists as she felt Elliot’s hot breath on her lips, all other thoughts too terribly irrelevant to dwell on.

“Close your eyes,” He breathed as his hand gently started to trace circles around her breasts, his right hand having slipped underneath her robe. Olivia obeyed, her eyelids fluttering shut. “And don’t open them until I say so.” Something about the commanding growl of his voice really turned her on, and she could feel herself growing wet again as she nodded.

Elliot carefully untied her silk robe, exposing her naked body to him. He smiled at his handiwork, marks of his affection all over her hips and thighs. Elliot slowly traced his hand down from her breast over her abdomen while he kept his lips focused on her jaw, neck, and ears. When his fingers started to glide along the smooth canvas of her inner thighs, her breath hitched, and her breathing became more and more labored as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“I bet you’ve never been with a man who can make you cum in under a minute using only his fingers, yeah?” Olivia let out an involuntary sigh as she shook her head. “Well, I got good news for you, Liv: You have now.” At that moment, he slid two fingers into her slick pussy, and it took a lot more self restraint than she would have liked to admit to not cum right then and there. Elliot placed his thumb on her clit as he crooked the two fingers inside of her, which just about did it for her. But she held out, if only to see if she could last longer than a minute. As his fingers explored her, her breathing became more and more labored, his every touch and movement threatening to do her in. Finally, with fourteen seconds on the clock, she came all over his hand, moaning his name as she did.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He growled into her ear as she started to come down from her third earth shaking orgasm of the night.

“Dear God, please yes!” As soon as she whimpered the words, he pulled out his already stiff cock and rammed into her entrance. They moved as one, as a unit, as a team, as partners until with one final thrust, Elliot came inside her for the second time that night. He laid there on top of Olivia for a second before sliding out of her, pausing only to plant one last kiss on her lips before going to unlock her cuffs. She rubbed her wrists as she grinned at Elliot standing over his jeans to return the handcuffs to the pocket. He turned around and looked at her with a soft gaze and a smile.

“So what now?”

“Well, as much as I would like for you to stay and continue fucking me until I pass out, I do start my new job tomorrow morning, and I’d hate to be late. I hope you don’t mind me kicking you out.” She said as she wrapped the blue silk robe around her body once again. He shrugged and waved his hand.

“It’s no problem, I get it. I got work tomorrow too, so I should get going.” He dressed fairly quickly, and gathered his few belongings before Olivia walked him to the door.

“Well, for what it’s worth, that was some of the best sex of my life, so thank you for that. Be well.” She said the words with a grin and a nonchalant air about her, but deep down she knew that she was disappointed to have him leave.

“You too.” He spoke the words softly as he leaned in for one final kiss before disappearing down the stairs.

October 11th, 1999

“I don’t know, John, she was just so . . . “

“Uninhibited? Kinky? Sexy? New?” Detectives John Munch and Elliot Stabler were chatting in the break room over coffee about Elliot’s crazy one night stand after having been kicked out by Kathy after a blow up fight a few days prior. She had called him a few times that morning, but he hadn’t returned any of her messages. He should feel guilty about sleeping with that Olivia girl, but really, he would do it all over again in a heartbeat. He couldn’t think about how his kids might react, or how Kathy would be heartbroken, he could only think about what an amazing time he had for the first time in God knows how long.

“It just felt relaxed for once. Like I didn’t have to force it, I didn’t have to compromise, I didn’t have to worry about anything for once. It just felt natural. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t know how to find her, because if I did. . . “ Elliot got caught in his own thoughts before Munch gave a single, loud laugh.

“Who’d have thought that Saint Elliot would ever cheat on his wife? I’ll be damned. But good for you, Stabler. Just don’t make a habit of it.” John winked before sipping his coffee and leaving the break room to get back to his desk.

“Stabler! My office.” Cragen shouted. Elliot quickly finished the rest of his coffee before walking into the captain’s office.

“What is it, cap?” He asked as he walked into the cluster-fuck of a room with files, pictures, and papers strewn about everywhere. There was a girl with short dark hair seated in front of the captain’s desk, her face hidden from Elliot.

“This is our new detective, Olivia Benson. I trust that you can show her the ropes.” Cragen barely looked up from a file that he was reviewing when the girl stood to turn and face her new partner. Elliot’s eyes widened as he looked upon the face of the girl who rocked his world last night.

“Olivia Benson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She had her hand outstretched to him, a perfectly calm expression while he could barely remember his own name. He finally reached out his own right hand and felt her firm grip as they shook hands, as if they were meeting for the first time.

“Elliot Stabler. The pleasure’s all mine.” This couldn’t be happening. He cheated on his wife for the first time ever and of course that one night stand was going to be his new partner at the place where he worked long hours almost every day of the week.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get acquainted. And when you’re done with that, meet me back here for your first assignment. Welcome aboard, Detective Benson.” Cragen closed the file and made eye contact with the new detective on the last sentence before waving a hand, signaling them to leave his office.

Over the next few hours, Detective Benson didn’t show one sign that she recognized Elliot from their sexual escapade from the night before. He was beginning to think that she just might look eerily like the other Olivia and that it all might be one big coincidence until they were sent to go question the neighbors of a woman who had been raped in her apartment. She followed him to his car and as soon as they had reached the first red light, he snapped.

“Do you really not recognize me? I thought we had a great time, but you’re just acting like we’ve never met before! I mean, Jesus Liv!” He felt himself growing more and more frustrated, which was ridiculous due to the fact that he never expected to actually see her again, so it made no sense for him to angry that she wasn’t recognizing him.

“First of all, I do recognize you. I just don’t think it makes a great first impression on the new squad if I start freaking out when I see that my new partner is the guy who fucked me while I was handcuffed to my bed last night.” Elliot felt like an idiot as he continued to drive. “And second, I had a great time too, Elliot. But the hunk of metal on your left ring finger tells me that’s all it was. A great time. I don’t see why we should let a drunken hook up interfere with our professional relationship.” She remained level headed and calm throughout the little speech, never faltering, never slipping up. Elliot modded slowly, quietly laughing at himself for being so stupid.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Sorry. I I haven’t ever cheated on my wife, at least, not until last night, and I guess I just freaked out when I saw you.” Elliot tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he parked in front of the apartment building

“It’s fine, really.” She gave him a polite smile, the two looking into each other’s eyes for a moment before they both looked away. The two detectives got out of the car and walked up to the entrance of the building, a the discomfort of confrontation weighing down on both of them. Elliot paused before opening the door and Liv furrowed her brows at him.

“So, we’re good?” He asked uncertainly, looking to her large brown eyes for assurance.

“We’re partners now. We’ll just put this behind us, and go from here.” After she spoke, she stuck out her hand, as if it were an olive branch. He shook it firmly, the two in an understanding. From this point onward, it would be as if nothing had happened. And after a long time, they even began to believe that nothing had.