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Sunday, May 25, 2025
Olivia
She told him he could come over. Shit, she told him he could come over! And now, he’s going to come over. When he leaves Eli’s place, he’s going to come over. It’s not like he’s never been over before. He has been, quite a few times actually. But those visits have typically been brief due to their chaotic schedules and most times, her son has also been home. She didn’t expect to be nervous about this. But now she is. She is a little nervous about this.
Over the past seventeen months, their relationship has transformed. Week by week, she found herself taking down her walls, brick by brick. With every phone call and text message, with every flower delivery and every meet-up for drinks or lunch, she felt herself becoming more and more open to them. And not just as friends, because she knew that was something they’d always be. But, she became more open to them becoming more.
Since his return from his undercover stint with the Los Santos cartel, he's been so sure of what he wants when it comes to the two of them. But even before that, back when he was carving himself through the mountain of grief after losing his wife, somehow, he was still the one who was more sure of them. Always reaching for her. Always wanting to touch her. But, always, he respected her boundaries. Understood her hesitancy. He didn’t pressure her, but he remained steadfast and made it known to her that he’d wait for her to be just as sure as he was; he’d wait for her to be led to happiness, with him.
She damn near lost him to a Mack truck earlier this Spring. He’d gone undercover again, after initial protest, because his sergeant really needed him. And because women’s lives were at stake. And though she really didn’t want him to go either, she understood the pull of such an assignment; that same conviction that resides in her very soul also echoes in his. And so reluctantly, he’d gone upstate. Rescued a little girl from abuse, only to still lose her in the end.
Seeing him in that hospital bed, again, unconscious again, was a wake-up call, clanging in her ears about all the time they’d been losing. It was no longer her standing on the other side of the glass, looking on as his wife sat beside him, and waiting for him to wake up for the sake of his family. This time, she was on the inside of that glass, right beside him, hoping and waiting for him to wake up, for her.
And then, he did. He fucking did.
Then when she needed him after losing Maria, after her son’s life was threatened, he proved that he’d move heaven and earth for her when he went after Hayes and put the fear of God in that lowlife motherfucker. And even though she doesn’t know what it says about her (not true, she does know), his unhinged enthusiasm to use violence to protect her was extremely thrilling. He solidified his position in her life that day, proved that “he would’ve,” and she felt the remainder of her walls crumbling down around her. And when Maria’s murderer was finally convicted and the case was closed, she kissed him that night, for the very first time. And once she’d started, she almost couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. It felt good. It felt like freedom, and peace. Plus, his beard was incredibly soft that night; she’d been glad that he’d listened to her grooming recommendations.
But, they have yet to move past the kissing, and honestly, she isn’t too sure why. Granted, both of their schedules have been quite demanding, plus Elliot’s been anxious. His youngest son has now made his debut out in the field, and has had his first fatality: already. His latest grandson was born prematurely, though he’s now home and thriving. Then he was almost blown up: again! So, she’s been nervous for him, fearing that at any moment, he’ll be triggered and either his PTSD or TBI or both, will cause him to have an episode.
She surprised him last weekend by stopping by his place Sunday morning to check on him after she dropped Noah off at a friend’s house for a little while, but when she walked into his place, Randall was sitting in the living room watching television while Elliot had been in his bedroom resting. She’d been shocked; she couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept late in the day. She chatted with Randall for a while; the garrulous elder brother had her nearly in stitches as he told her various stories about Elliot’s younger years. How he’d always been a stubborn child, how he’d always been the brawler amongst the three Stabler boys, frequently fighting other boys in the neighborhood when they’d dare to mess with any of his siblings, especially his sisters, or Joey. But also, he’d always been the creative one, and sensitive one, and had the biggest heart of all of Bernie’s kids. And that made her heart smile.
But what got her the most, is the thing Randall had said to her, when Elliot had woken up and come walking into the living room, looking like he’d just risen from the dead. He’d thought he’d been dreaming; he’d heard her voice in his sleep, so he’d come out a little disoriented, surprised to find her sitting on the couch with his brother. The two of them had turned to look at him in momentary silence, and then simultaneously chuckled in laughter at his appearance.
“Liv, you’re…you’re here? What’s…what’s going on?” he’d croaked as he rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, while making his way over to the loveseat next to her end of the couch.
“Oh, nothing,” she’d grinned. “Just, listening to Randall here tell me a few fun stories while I waited for you to wake up.”
“Told her how you used to knock neighborhood heads around whenever they were picking on Joey,” Randall had said.
“I hope we didn’t wake you,” Olivia said.
Before Elliot could answer, Randall had replied, “Oh, I’m sure you did. The moment he heard your voice drifting down the hall, his ass started to wake up, I guarantee it. Just like when he was in that goddamn coma scaring the shit out of us,” he said matter-of-factly.
Olivia’s head snapped to Randall, eyes wide with shock. “Wha…what?” she gasped.
“Oh, come on, Olivia. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I mean, sure, we were both in the room then, but you and I both know he didn’t fucking come back because he heard me talking,” Randall said, palm placed over his chest, with an innocent smile.
Olivia had chuckled nervously then, and cocked her eye over at Elliot, who was simply smiling and shaking his head at his brother’s astuteness.
And it did something to her, on the inside, to hear someone else say that out loud. To know that an observer, someone who hasn’t even known her long, who hasn’t observed the two of them together much at all, could recognize the power that she had in his life. It brought her to the realization, that there really was no reason to put off fully embracing their relationship any longer. She wanted Elliot, just as much as he wanted her, had recently told him that she’d like to change their “we’ve only kissed” status soon. She was ready to cross that last boundary with him.
Now, he’s coming over. This afternoon, after he leaves his son’s place. She needs to relax. She needs something to do while she waits. She moves about the house, fixing throw pillows in the living room, moving Noah’s various chargers and art supplies to his room. She wipes down the kitchen three times, mops the floor, and vacuums the living room twice.
She changes her bedding, cleans her bathroom, and then looks at herself in the mirror. Seeing she’s now covered in sweat, she showers, shaves, and washes her hair. When she’s finished, she wraps her hair in a towel, goes to sit on her bed, and she moisturizes. She then wraps herself in a robe and goes back into the bathroom to blow dry her hair.
By the time she’s done, she does feel a bit more relaxed. This is Elliot. This is her best friend, her soulmate, the one she’s always wanted and can finally have. She doesn’t need to be nervous, doesn’t need to do anything to impress him at all. The man is already in love with her; has been for decades. All she needs to do, is keep calm and be herself – and decide what to wear.
Elliot
She invited him over. Shit, she invited him over! It’s Sunday, her son won’t be back home for hours, and she told him he could come over. It isn’t like he hasn’t been over before; he has been, several times. But this time, this will be different. He can feel it; this will be, more. After all, it was she who said she wanted to “change that, soon,” that, being the fact that up till now, they’ve only kissed one another (with just a little bit of touching on the side). Plus, tomorrow’s Memorial Day, so there’s definitely no chance that Noah will be home anytime soon.
But first things first, he’s going to visit his son, hold his grandson, and enjoy a Sunday breakfast with the beautiful mother. Becky makes incredible omelets.
When he gets to their place, Owen is sleeping, and Eli and Becky are just finishing up the cooking. The apartment smells like maple and bacon.
“Sure smells good in here,” he says as he walks over to the kitchen island and sits on a stool.
“Hey Elliot, glad you could make it,” Becky turns and smiles. “Everything will be ready in just a moment. What would you like to drink?”
“Uh, orange juice is fine, thanks.”
Eli grabs the jug from the fridge and begins pouring the glass for his father.
“You guys doing alright? How long has Owen been down?” he asks.
“We’re fine, Dad. Same as the last time you asked,” Eli snips.
“Babe. Stop,” Becky gently reprimands. “And he’s been asleep for a little over an hour now,” she says turning back toward Elliot.
Elliot nods at Becky, then looks at Eli, “Son, look. I understand you think this is all gonna blow over soon. But the truth of the matter is, taking a life, even when it’s legally justified, it stays with you. All I want for you, is to make sure you’re processing this the right way. And no, it isn’t just my therapy talking. Which by the way, you hurt my feelings when you said that the other day. This, is real, Eli. I’m speaking from experience,” he says as he places his hand on Eli’s shoulder.
“Eli. Listen to your dad, please,” Becky says as she places the plates before them on the island. “This is important. I don’t want to lose you to this, okay? I can’t lose you. You’re not sleeping, you’re barely eating…”
“What are you talking about? You’re not going to lose me, Becky,” Eli sighs as he picks up his fork and begins spreading eggs across his plate.
Becky sighs. “I’m talking about who you are, Eli. You’re out drinking. You won’t talk to me about any of this. That’s not you. Babe, that’s not us. We talk. Or at least, we used to.”
Elliot watches the young couple and it’s like looking back in time. He recalls the days of Kathy begging him to talk, to open up to her, how he tried so desperately to keep the horrors of the job out of his home. He’d gone about it all wrong back then. He’d relied heavily on his partner, on Olivia, to bear those burdens with him, instead of the woman he’d shared a bed with. But it couldn’t be the same for Eli. It wouldn’t be the same. Because Eli is in love with Becky; he knows it. And that’s the difference. But, even still, if Eli didn’t make the right choices now, he would inevitably alienate the woman who truly loves him for who he is. And Elliot can’t stand by and watch that happen.
Elliot clears his throat, “Becky, uh, could you, could you excuse us for just a moment?” he climbs down from the stool. Becky nods.
Elliot gently grabs onto Eli’s arm and pulls him down too. “Come with me for a minute. Grab your jacket,” Elliot says as he walks to the door and grabs his own hoodie. Eli reluctantly follows.
They take the stairs, headed for a walk outside the building.
“Eli, I need you to listen to me, and listen well. I am not trying to tell you what to do, but you need to hear this. And after I say what I have to say, well then, then I’ll leave you be.”
“Fine, Dad. What is it?”
“Why did you become a cop?”
“What? Come on, you know why,” Eli replies irritably.
“Eli, why? Please, just tell me,” Elliot pleads gently.
Eli takes a deep breath and then exhales. “Because. Grandad was a cop and it was good enough for him to raise his family. Then you’re a cop and you raised us. I have a family now. I want to be able to take care of ‘em.”
“But you were in school, Eli. You could’ve continued. I would’ve supported that…”
“I know that, Dad. I know. But…that’s not…the only reason.”
Elliot stares at his son and waits for him to continue. Eli runs his hands through his hair and then proceeds.
“Even though grandpa Joe raised his family on a cop’s salary, obviously I don’t know why he became a cop. And I know you did it after the military, when Maureen was on the way, so that made sense for you, and it was probably easier due to you watching grandpa live that life.”
Elliot nods. Eli proceeds.
“But for me, it’s a little, more. And I just…” tears begin to well up in Eli’s eyes and he takes deep breaths in an effort to ward off crying.
“Eli, hey, what’s going on, man?” Elliot asks, placing a hand on Eli’s shoulder. “Talk to me. I’m here.” Eli nods and quickly wipes away his tears.
“They killed her, Dad. They killed her, and they got away with it,” he lowers his head and his shoulders begin to shake.
Elliot immediately pulls him in for a hug as he starts to well up too, because fuck, he knew it. He just knew it. His youngest child, his motherless child, is trying to right a wrong he didn’t cause. Elliot holds onto his son, giving him the time and space he needs to be vulnerable. After a few moments, Elliot breaks the silence.
Elliot sniffles and pulls away just enough to look at his boy.
“Eli, listen to me. I know we didn’t win the case. I know. But, they’re all gone, now. Everyone who had a hand in your mother’s murder, they’re gone. We don’t have to worry about them anymore. Okay?”
Eli nods and uses his jacket collar to wipe his face. Elliot continues.
“Now, if you say you still want to do this, to be a cop, become a detective, then I’m behind you, one hundred percent. But you have to be sure, son. But if you want to get off this path, if you truly want to choose another one for yourself, then that’s okay too. Don’t feel like you have to be a cop. You don’t have to follow after me and grandpa. And you don’t have to… avenge your mother,” Elliot gulps, then exhales. “The Wheatleys are dead, Eli, they’re…”
“Not all of ‘em. Not Dana! And she’s the one who set me up, Dad! She paid that man to kill Mia, and to…”
“I know, Eli. I know. But listen to me…” he places his hands on both sides of Eli’s face.
“And Richard Wheatley? They never found his body, Dad! You said so yourself. He could still be out there…”
“Eli. Listen to me. Please!” They’re both panting, eyes locked on one another. “The Wheatleys are done. I don’t care where Dana is in this world, she can’t do much on her own. And I gave up on Richard a long time ago. And even if he is somehow, still out there, if he ever did try anything again, then, we’ll deal with it then. But for now, we have to move on; we’ve gotta do our best to move on from them. You know what your grandmother used to say to me? She used to tell me not to let Wheatley live inside of me. You saw me back then, I was a mess, in an awful place. And it was, so hard for me to hear her, back then. But now, I get it. I get it now. Seeking vengeance, it’ll consume your whole life if you let it. Do you understand?”
They’re both silent for a moment, as Eli processes what his father has just said. Eli slowly nods. Elliot begins to nod as well.
“Good, good. Okay. Don’t repeat my mistakes, son. Don’t do it.” Elliot releases Eli’s face and the two of them break their hold of one another. But Elliot continues speaking. “Now, let me ask you something else? Do you love Becky?”
“What? Yes, of course I do.”
“Does she mean the world to you?”
“Dad. Yes. What are you asking? I love her, and she’s the mother of my son.”
“And you believe she loves you?”
“Yes!”
“Okay. Good. Because from what I just saw in there,” – Elliot gestures toward the apartment – “and from previous discussions she and I have had, I believe she loves you too. And if you don’t make it a point to put her first, then son, you’re going to put yourself at risk to lose her.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t make the same mistakes I made with your mother,” Elliot breathes.
Eli stares at his father, considering the admonishment.
“But you and Mom were happy, Dad. Right?”
Elliot slowly shakes his head, feeling only a slight pang of regret for what he’s about to share with his son. The image he’s about to shatter.
“Your mother and I, we, got by. We did what we needed to do to make sure you had the parents you needed, to raise you in a good home. An intact home. But she and I, we had a lot of challenges, specifically the years before you came along. Most of it was my fault. I did to her, the same thing you’re doing to Becky. I was so determined to keep the bullshit of the job out of the house, away from her and your siblings, that I never even talked to her about anything.”
“All that anger, all the pain, the trauma, I kept it all to myself. At least, when it came to her and I. And she didn’t like that. Women don’t like to be shut out, not like that. She’d always beg me to talk to her, to let her be there for me. And I just…I didn’t do it. I’d let it fester, I’d sulk around the house sometimes, sometimes I didn’t even come home at night. Just stayed in the cribs. And before I knew it, I came home from work one day, and she’d packed up and taken your brother and sisters with her to her mother’s house.”
Eli gasps. “Dad! Mom…Mom left you?” Elliot nods. “But, but I mean, obviously, you guys fixed things, right? I mean, you had me.”
“Well, she divorced me first.”
“What!?”
“I didn’t want to go through with it. Not at first. We were separated for almost two years before I finally gave in and signed the papers. I kept trying to hold on to my family, to keep your brother and sisters from being in a broken home. But, I still wasn’t giving your mother what she needed from me. And that wasn’t fair to her. For me to expect her to stay, that was selfish.”
Eli nods slowly.
Elliot points toward the apartment again. “You’ve got a good woman in there, Eli. Don’t let her down. Talk to her. She has to know why you’re choosing to go through all of this. She loves you enough to care about what you’re going through, to want to be there for you. She’s your partner and she’s an adult. Don’t assume she can’t handle it. Let her decide that. If it’s too much for her, she’ll tell you,” he explains as he places his hand on Eli’s shoulder.
Eli considers his father’s words, then slowly nods again. “Okay. You’re right, Dad. I love her, I love her so much. And I don’t want to lose her. And I definitely don’t want to do anything that will hurt my son, that includes hurting his mother.”
Elliot grins, nods, and pats Eli’s shoulder. “Good man,” he exhales. “Now let’s get back inside. I’m hungry,” he says as he starts turning back toward the building.
“Dad, wait. You can’t just, end the story like that. What happened with you and Mom? How’d you get back together? And why didn’t the others ever tell me about this? And how does Olivia factor into all of this because I know she’s involved somehow. Were you two together, while you and Mom were separated?”
“God, no! Eli, it wasn’t anything like that, okay? Listen, we can talk about the rest of this another time. Let’s go back, the food’s getting cold and I wanna eat,” he tries to turn back toward the building.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?” he halts.
“About what I said, about why I became a cop. You’re not gonna, tell anybody, are you?”
Elliot shakes his head. “No. No, I won’t. Not if you don’t want me to. That’s your choice to share it. Whenever you’re ready.”
Eli gives a small smile and nods as Elliot tries to head back inside again.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?” he stops again.
“I’m sorry. For what I said, the therapy dig. I didn’t mean it; that wasn’t cool.”
“Water under the bridge,” Elliot nods, and yet again tries to go back to the building.
“You know, for someone who’s oh-so concerned about me and was practically begging to come over here, you sure are suddenly in a rush. You got other plans I should know about?” Eli smirks, with a raised brow.
Elliot chuckles, “That’s none of your business,” and then jogs back into the building and up the stairs.
Eli shakes his head and follows him back into the house.
When they get back inside, Becky is nursing Owen. “He woke up not too long after you guys stepped out,” she says.
“Well, when he’s done, grandpa can hold him while you eat,” Elliot smiles. Becky nods, and Elliot and Eli sit and resume their meal.
After breakfast, Elliot moves over to the living room and takes Owen from Becky. Eli reheats her plate and brings it over to her so she can finish eating.
“There’s my boy,” Elliot smiles down on the baby. “You know, for being premature, he sure is getting big pretty fast,” he comments.
Becky nods. “Yes, he definitely is. We’re slowly getting the hang of this nursing thing; he wants to feed so much, but it still takes a moment for him to latch properly. I found it’s best to just make sure I’m ready as soon as he’s ready. If I try to delay it, even just to quickly go to the bathroom or change his diaper first, it’s like, it makes it harder for him to latch on.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job. I know it’s exhausting. But, it’ll get better. You guys considering bottles once he gets a little older?” he asks.
“Definitely,” Becky says as she and Eli both nod. “I want to make sure he’s comfortable with both. That way, if I ever truly need a break, Eli can feed him too.”
“You hear that, Big Man? That also means I’ll be able to feed you too,” he smiles at the baby.
“‘Big Man’, Dad?” Eli asks with a smirk and a raised brow.
Elliot grins, “Yeah, he’s a Big Man. Gotta let him know, boost his confidence early.”
They all chuckle.
“You gonna stop upstairs to see grandma on your way out?” Eli asks.
“Nah, not right now. I’ll be heading out soon to take care of some things,” Elliot says.
“I thought you were off today?” Eli asks.
“I am. ‘S not work related.”
“Oh?” Eli replies.
“Babe. Leave your dad alone. He’s allowed to live his own life,” Becky smiles.
“I know. I know. It’s just, I’m curious. He’s been looking a little, flushed, for the past half hour.”
“No I haven’t,” Elliot protests.
“Yeah, Dad. Yeah, you have. And Uncle Randall mentioned that when he was hanging at your place last Sunday, O liv i a stopped by. Anything to do with that?” Eli smirks.
“You know what Owen?” Elliot says to the boy as he slowly lifts and adjusts him in his arms, “I think it’s time for grandpa to head on out now,” Elliot plants a kiss on the baby’s forehead, then stands up. Becky laughs.
“Oh, come on, Dad! You can tell me,” Eli tries as he extends his arms to accept Owen from his father.
“Becky, thank you so much for breakfast,” he leans over to plant a kiss on her forehead as well. “It was delicious.”
“Anytime,” Becky smiles.
“And I’ll see you guys later,” Elliot grabs his hoodie and walks out of the apartment.
Eli shakes his head and grins as Becky continues laughing.
Was he that obvious? When Eli asked him if he and Olivia had been together while he was separated from Kathy, he thought he’d done his absolute best to keep his composure at the mere mention of her name (at the mention of his lost opportunity). Maybe that effort failed. He gets into his jeep and starts the engine, then looks at his face in the rearview mirror. For sure, he is a little on the red side. Damn.
He checks the time, 12:38 pm, and dials her number.
“Was that really enough time to spend with your grandson?” she answers with a chuckle.
“Eh, you know, ‘s only so much time I can spend with a small sleeping baby,” he grins “But no, it was good. We all ate. I got to spend a little time with him after he woke up. I had a great talk with Eli too, a real one just like you said, just the two of us. I listened, I didn’t tell him what to do. I didn’t blow up or anything. It was, it was good,” he exhales.
“Okay, wow! ‘Great talk’ you say? I’m really glad to hear that, El. I’m proud of you.” And he can hear the smile in her voice. She continues. “Well, I guess I’ll see you soon, then,” she says softly.
“Sure will, friend.”
Them
When he parks in her neighborhood, he turns off the car and takes a few deep breaths. He knows he shouldn’t be nervous, but for some reason, he is. He’s a little nervous. After all, this is Olivia. The woman he’s craved for so long. The woman who holds his heart in her very hands. What could be better than spending time alone with her? By the time he steps off the elevator and heads to her door though, his heart is calm, and full. But the moment she opens the door for him, his jaw drops.
She stands before him barefaced and smiling, voluminous chocolate tresses – and she’s wearing nothing but his gray Marines t-shirt.
He steps in and immediately backs into the door to close it, then he freezes in place, breathing heavily while his eyes roam over her body.
“My god, Olivia. You look so much better in that than I do,” he smiles and exhales.
She smiles, grabs onto the front of his hoodie with both hands, and pulls him into a hungry kiss. His hands immediately grab onto her hips and he pulls her flush to himself. That draws a moan out of her. After a few moments, they break apart.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she says breathlessly.
“Yeah, me too,” he smiles, just as winded.
She grabs onto his hand and starts walking him toward her bedroom. With his free hand, he starts unzipping his hoodie and trying to work the sleeve off of that arm. When they walk through the bedroom door, she releases his hand and turns to face him, but continues backing away from him, toward her bed, where she lowers herself to sit on the edge. She plants her hands onto the bed, on each side of her hips while crossing her legs, tilts her head sideways, and smiles up at him.
“What’s on your mind, Liv?” he asks with a grin as he remains just inside the doorway and continues removing his hoodie. He tosses it into the corner near her bathroom door.
“Oh, nothing. Just, you know, finally get to sit here and watch you get naked,” she shrugs.
“Yeah, okay,” he laughs as he proceeds to remove the rest of his clothes, heart pounding in his chest.
And watch him, she does. Every movement he makes. The way his abs ripple as he lifts his shirt above his head, the way his biceps stretch and flex as he frees his arms from the sleeves, and after he undoes his fly, the tautness of his ass and thighs as he bends to remove his jeans and boxers. And his eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that she’d willingly drown in, he keeps them locked on her the entire time he undresses, watching her, as she watches him.
He stands up at attention, confident and relaxed. When her eyes land below his pelvis, she chokes on her own breath and clenches her thighs at the feeling of her clit throbbing and her walls glazing in slick in preparation for his penetration.
“Holy Shit! TheBigDickEnergyIsValidAfterAll,” she quickly whispers.
He nods bashfully and his smile widens. “Wow! Okay, then. What now, Liv?”
She stands and walks over to him, stopping just so they’re toe-to-toe. “And now,” she says sensually, “I get to explore.”
She slowly begins to run her hands up and down his body. Feeling every plane, every curve, with her right hand beginning at his neck, and working her way down his pecs, his abs, and his biceps, and then circling around like a shark assessing her prey, she drags her left hand up from the middle of his thigh, across his hip, and around to his ass. When she’s standing behind him, she runs both hands up his back, trailing along his lats and traps, and she closes her eyes as she breathes out, “My god, Elliot.” She can feel the vibration of his silent chuckle through her fingertips.
When she makes her way back in front of him, she wraps her arms around his neck, looks into his eyes, and whispers, “You’re the most beautiful granddad I’ve ever seen.” And just as he throws his head back in laughter, she goes up on her toes and captures his mouth in a passionate kiss. He immediately wraps his arms around her waist, lifts her slightly off the floor, and her legs lock around his waist.
He walks them over to the bed where he gently lays her down as they continue chasing one another with their mouths. Soon enough, they’re lips break apart but she clings to him like a spider monkey as he lifts to shift them further to the middle of her bed. When he gets her comfortably on the pillows, his tongue navigates to her neck and his hands slide underneath the t-shirt, glide up her waist, and begin groping her breasts.
“Liv, are you gonna take this off?” he asks against her skin.
“Only after you fuck me in it,” she says salaciously.
“Fuck!” he exclaims.
He trails kisses down her fabric covered stomach, then lifts the hem of the t-shirt to slide his head underneath as well. She giggles at his antics but just as he latches onto her breast, the giggle becomes a moan.
“God, Elliot. Your mouth is so warm,” she closes her eyes and basks in the sensation he’s giving her body. His tongue is magic, working the halo and nipple of one breast, while his hand continues to massage the other.
“Yessss,” she moans, relaxing into it, with her arms falling to rest above her head. “Keep on.”
Of course, he keeps doing that, alternating which breast gets the attention from his mouth and which from his hand. And after spending considerable time up top, he slowly kisses his way down her bare stomach and begins to tongue around her belly button. He grabs onto her panties and she lifts so he can slide them down and off her legs. Then, he grips onto her right thigh with his left hand and with his right hand, he walks his fingers up the inside of her left thigh and trails across until he reaches her engorged lips. He slowly strokes her there, while keeping his tongue at her belly button.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she lets out. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He continues his digital stroking at a slow and steady pace and feels her abs and thighs are beginning to tremble.
“Relax, Liv. Take deep breaths for me,” he gently commands against her skin. He continues stroking her folds, her arousal flowing in copious amounts. She tries like hell to control her breathing, to keep it even, but she can’t because the sensation is incredible. It’s so much, and also not enough.
“Elliot... El, I need… I need you to make me cum. Make me cum, now, okay? Please…I just need…
She doesn’t need to finish that plea.
Immediately, he removes his fingers to lock one arm around her thigh and the other across her waist to keep her in place, and he plunges his tongue into her entrance, locking his lips around her minora, sucking with force.
“OOOH MY GOD!” her upper body arches up off the bed, then falls back down.
He’s eating me out. Shit, Elliot Stabler is eating me out!
Too bad he had to shave recently; she would’ve loved feeling that soft-ass beard right here and now. He pulls his tongue out of her and drags the base of it up her slit, locks his lips over her hood and clit, and he sucks even more.
“YEEESSSSS! OH MY GOD, YES! Elliot, don't stop! Keep doing that, please!”
He keeps going, her unrestricted leg locks around his back, her stomach quakes, her fists clench the bedspread, her eyes roll back, and then, she’s coming, coming, coming, and, gone.
She lost her breath. Shit, she lost her breath! Her hands fly up into her hair and her chest heaves as she tries to catch air.
“Holy…holy shit…shit! …Elliot! …my god.”
He plants one gentle kiss on her hood and she jerks violently. He giggles, then plants a few more kisses on the inside of her thighs, before he pulls the hem of the t-shirt back down to her upper thighs, stretching it to its full length, and then he kisses back up her fabric covered mid-section, until he makes it up to her mouth, where he kisses her slowly, letting her tongue taste her.
She moans into it while exhaling through her nose.
“You’re absolutely fucking delicious,” he rasps, grinning down at her.
“Elliot that was fucking amazing,” she breathes.
“Well, I do aim to please.”
“Oh yeah?” she arches a brow. “So do I,” she says as she pushes him onto his back, hoists herself up and throws her leg across his hips to straddle his body, landing with her ass pressing down at the base of his dick. He locks his large hands onto her waist, just underneath the hem of the bunched-up shirt.
Her hair falls around to frame her glowing face and her nipples are peaking through the sweat spots that are soaking through the t-shirt, his t-shirt, on her body.
“Olivia, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says as he gazes up into her eyes. And his voice is so sincere that it makes her heart melt.
She doesn’t have words to respond to that right now, but she has actions. She reaches behind herself and wraps her hand around his length. He gasps as she gives him two modest strokes. Then, she slides her ass backward, past his pubic bone, dragging her fluid down the length of his dick, to coat him in her juices.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he breathes out, slamming his eyes shut.
Once he’s substantially lubricated, she wraps her hand around him again and pumps him a few times, mixing her arousal with his precum.
He’s going to die. Shit, he’s going to die! This might actually be the end for him.
“Control yourself, Stabler,” she commands in that deep, honey rich tone of hers as she watches his chest heave and he struggles to keeps his eyes opened. “Keep your eyes on me, Detective,” she says.
He nods quickly, “Yes, Captain.”
“Good,” she nods. She raises up then, guides his penis to her entrance, and then slowly, lowers herself just over his tip, pauses for exactly three seconds, and then she fully sheaths him, the cheeks of her ass landing at the top of his thighs, her hands moving to rest on his abs.
“MMMMMMMmmmmmm,” he lets out, hands sliding down to her hips, tightening his grip on her.
“Yeaaahhhhhh,” she sighs.
I’m inside of her. Shit, I’m finally inside of Olivia Benson!
And it’s heavenly, and yet his body feels hot all over as the fire spreads through his veins. It’s everything he’s ever imagined, and so much more. He’s torn, because he wants to move, wants to thrust, wants to pound up into her. But, he also wants to lay here, and just savor this moment. Fortunately for him, he doesn’t have to make a decision because after a few moments, it is she who begins to move.
Slowly, she whines her waist clockwise. Over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. And then, she stops. And smiles. And waits. And then, she repeats the rhyme. Again, and again, and again, and again.
“Shit! Olivia…honey…that feels…so goddamn good,” he says.
“Yessss,” she hisses, throwing her head back as she whines one more time.
She shifts then, planting her hands on the bed, just on the sides of his shoulders, lowering herself to his chest. She locks her mouth onto his, kissing him gently, and begins rocking her hips back and forth. Only, he can’t take it anymore, so after about ten seconds, he palms the back of her head with one hand, holding her down, and shoves his tongue deeper into her mouth. He wraps the other arm tightly around her waist and he drives up into her with three strong thrusts.
“Shit, Elliot!” she manages to squeal out.
“Um hmm, yeah,” he huffs and quickly nods.
He does it again, shoves his tongue right back down her throat and thrusts up into her. And this time, for everything he gives, she gives it right back. He thrusts up, and she grinds down. And they repeat the rhyme over, and over, and over, and over again.
The fire is searing up from his toes, in from his fingertips, and out from his core.
“Olivia, I’m gonna cum. Can’t hold it anymore,” he warns.
“Yesss! Cum for me, baby,” she exhales against his lips.
And shit! With that endearment from her, he gives three more powerful thrusts and he holds her hips locked against his pelvis as he creams inside of her. The pressure of his base against her clit causes her to cum again though, so as she clenches around him, his release is prolonged and they both cry out, “FUUUCCCCKKKKK!”
It. was. everything.
She remains on his chest with her knees still planted on each side of his hips, her arms resting at his sides. He has one hand underneath the shirt, resting on her bare back, and his other hand is stroking her hair. They both work to catch their breaths. Once their breathing finally evens, and he has softened, he slips out of her. They remain silent and he rolls them onto their sides. He kisses her, passionately, but gently. She places a hand onto his cheek to hold onto him as she kisses him right back.
When they finally break apart, they’re both smiling, awed by the afterglow radiating from one another’s face.
He breaks the silence.
“Olivia, that was…that was amazing. Most incredible sex I’ve ever had.”
She catches her bottom lip in her teeth and nods, “Yeah…me too.”
“And that was…that was just…our first time,” he adds in disbelief.
“Uh huh,” she continues nodding, as a large grin spreads across her face. “And that, will be, the last first time.”