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Every movement seemed louder whenever it was just the two of them in the precinct.
Every paper crinkle, every rotation of the wheels on their chairs and the scribble of pens against paper sounded like it was being played through a speaker.
Elliot and Olivia never minded though. Not when it was just the two of them in the precinct, the sole contributors to the building’s electric bill being a little higher than last month. Silence was never an uncomfortable thing between the two of them.
Not when a lot of things between them lived in it.
Lingering glances, almost touches, sexual tension and years of yearning that was so intense it sometimes took Olivia’s breath away.
It made her chest ache in a way that no matter what she did or who she tried to distract herself with — in bed or out of it — it never left. It was a thought that never left, either making itself at home in the shadows or coming into the light to sabotage her focus.
Tonight, it seemed sabotage was its ultimate goal.
Working together for six years meant they had seen each other in various outfits and states of undress — most notably seeing Elliot Stabler in nothing more than his underwear once or twice — but it was seeing Elliot Stabler in jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a backwards baseball cap — a very rare sight — that got her going. She didn’t know whether to blame it on the fact that she was ovulating or the fact that he was just so damn attractive.
Blaming both felt like the right choice. And Elliot, damn him, seemed to realize the effect he was having on her.
They had moved from the squad room to the locker room just for a change of scenery while they discussed their current case, but Olivia was finding it increasingly difficult to focus with him pacing so close to her. The soap he had used just a couple hours prior, paired with the deodorant he always wore, a smell that could only be described as Elliot, and that dark blue baseball cap, Olivia’s professional thoughts had long since grown fuzzy and her x-rated thoughts had come out to play.
“Liv, are you listening?” Elliot asked innocently, studying the thousand yard stare that had taken up residence on his partner’s face.
Olivia blinked and briefly shook her head as if that would magically make the thoughts disappear. “Yeah, I heard you,” she replied casually.
Elliot almost scoffed at the blatant lie. He recognized the signs: the dilated pupils, the shallow breathing, the flushed chest and cheeks. She was focused, but not on what he was saying.
“What’d I say then?”
He watched her swallow thickly when he took a step closer, her brown eyes — which were nearly black at the moment, her pupils blown wide — locked onto his face as her brain desperately scrambled for words. Her lips parted a little as if she was about to speak but her tongue poked out and wetted her lips instead.
Immediately, his gaze flickered down to watch, an idle thought passing through of how that tongue would feel on him. That idle thought was such a regular one that he considered it an old friend now. It was like one of those friends trying to encourage you to make the first move on the first you liked, using the excuse of what do you have to lose?
And frankly, he had nothing left to lose now.
His marriage was gone, his work performance was rocky as of recently. The only good thing in his life was the woman in front of him and honestly? He was tired of denying himself of her. He wanted to be selfish for once and let himself indulge in something — someone — he wanted. And based on the look in his partner’s eye, he wasn’t alone.
Olivia just happened to take the leap first.
He didn’t get the chance to decipher the noise that came out of her before he felt her hands cup his face and her lips crash against his. He swore for one blissful, fleeting moment, that his body forgot how to breathe. If his soul had lungs, it wouldn’t be breathing either. Tongues and teeth clashed for a fight of dominance as Elliot’s hands gripped her waist and he pinned her against the lockers behind her. The clang of the back of her head bumping into the locker didn’t even deter her from her quest.
The feeling of her knee followed by her thigh rubbing against his groan surely deterred him though, forcing a groan out of him that forced him to pull back for air.
Olivia kissed the corner of his mouth before taking his bottom lip between her teeth. She tugged lightly and then sucked on it, moaning softly at the feel and taste of it. When they kissed again, it was slower this time, Olivia taking dominance.
Her hands moved in unison down his chest, short nails dragging along the fabric all the way down to where the hem of the shirt rested. Her tongue glided along his at the same time her hands went under his shirt. His shirt bunched up against her wrists as her hands went higher. Before it bunched up too high, Elliot grabbed the offending fabric and pulled it off, breaking their kiss and nearly removing the cap in the process.
“The hat stays on,” Olivia panted.
She straightened the cap on his head and ran her hand along it before her hands dropped back down to his now bare chest.
Elliot smirked cockily. “Backward baseball caps do it for ya, huh?” He teased.
“Only with you,” she replied without missing a beat.
It was his turn to feel the lockers against his back when Olivia turned them so he had something to brace against, which was a good call as her lips started a hot trail down his neck, finding every tendon that strained against his skin whenever he got furious with a suspect. Her teeth nipped at every one before she ultimately sucked on his pulse point enough to make him groan her name, but not enough to leave a long lasting mark.
Elliot felt his cock already straining against his jeans as Olivia took her sweet time to kiss his chest. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes when she looked up at him through her beautiful curtain of lashes, swirling her tongue around his nipple before briefly taking it in her mouth. She did the same with his other nipple before she got on her knees. The sound of his belt buckle coming undone rang loud in the quiet locker room, like a hundred fragile plates shattering upon contact with the floor.
They moaned in unison for different reasons when his cock sprang free from its confinement. Olivia slowly stroked him once, twice, three times from tip to root and back up to adjust to the weight and feel of him in her hand. She licked him from root to tip with a single slow, broad lick, swirled her tongue around the tip, and slowly took him in her mouth.
“That felt good,” he sighed as he watched her take him in her mouth.
He dropped his hand to the side of her head mainly to ground himself, his fingers digging gently into her hair while his thumb rested on her cheek. He watched as she took her time giving just the tip of him some attention with soft sucks and teasing licks. He moaned when she teased his opening at the very tip with the tip of her tongue. His eyes nearly rolled into his head when she did it again and she chuckled quietly.
“That felt really good,” he chuckled a little sheepishly, smiling down at her.
“Tell me what else you like,” she said, never breaking eye contact as she left a series of wet, pillowy kisses down his shaft.
The sight and sound of Olivia Benson kissing his cock would forever be ingrained in his mind. It momentarily distracted him from her statement before he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.
“I like everything,” he said dumbly, and he could feel the embarrassment already blossoming in his chest at the vague answer. “I’ll guide you as you go, if needed.”
She answered him with action instead of words, taking him in her mouth in short, quick bobs before longer, slower ones as she took more of him in her mouth. His thumb stroked her cheekbone when she hollowed her cheeks.
“Just like that Liv,” he moaned quietly. “Relax your jaw.”
He saw and felt the moment her jaw finally obeyed them both. He saw the joint loosen and her muscles relax and felt her take more of him, letting out a mmph of pleasure as it shot up his spine. As much as he didn’t want to take his eyes off her, he allowed himself to lean his head back against the locker and close his eyes and just feel her: the soft, warm skin beneath his thumb, the silky smooth honey blonde hair between his fingers. Her lips, softer than his mind could have ever imagined, leaving an occasional kiss on the tip of him and her mouth slowly working him up as she experimented to find out what he liked.
“Olivia,” he moaned suddenly when he felt his tip brush the back of her throat and she reached up to cup his balls at the same time, squeezing and massaging them.
He lifted his head from the locker to see her already looking at him and just the sight of her taking all of him in, her brown eyes so dark they nearly looked black, the desire in her eyes solely for him, nearly made him cum.
“I’m close, Liv,” he warned.
He moaned when she abruptly pulled away and he grabbed her by the arm, helping her back on her feet so he could kiss her breathless.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, Olivia,” he murmured into the kiss.
He unfortunately swallowed the moan that followed his statement but it was hard to complain even internally when the thought of her having a praise kink had him smirking into their kiss. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped their position, her hips clanging against the locker instead of her head.
“Is your pussy gonna take my cock as well as your mouth did?” He murmured low in her ear.
Olivia’s sex clenched at his words and she moaned at the rush of wetness that followed. She had no doubt her underwear were ruined now, but she really didn’t care. Elliot Stabler talking dirty was something she thought the Elliot in her imagination would do, not the actual him.
And God help her because it was hotter than she could imagine.
His hands were under her shirt next, running along the soft, smooth surface of her stomach. Olivia grabbed the suddenly offensive material and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Elliot immediately dipped his head to her cleavage. He kissed the spot where her breasts met and left a dark mark there before kissing the tops of them.
Olivia’s head tipped back with a soft clang against the locker when the tips of Elliot’s thumbs found her hard nipples beneath her bra, flicking the buds up and down, then side to side. She moaned at the pleasure that blossomed through her chest. Their hands brushed briefly behind her back when they both reached back to unclasp her bra. She immediately moved her hands away. One hand ran through his short hair as she felt her bra fall away.
Her flushed cheeks darkened when she saw Elliot pull away from her enough to look at her from head to toe, her bare, flush chest heaving as she looked him in the eye. Her dusky nipples were already hard peaks, begging for his kiss swollen lips to pay attention to them. And he would, but in a moment. He lifted his hands to her face and cupped her cheeks with a level of tenderness that left Olivia wondering if her heart was going to crack her ribcage with how much it swelled.
“You are so, so beautiful Olivia Benson,” he murmured sincerely.
Olivia immediately felt the sting of tears in her eyes. She knew he wasn’t just referring to her body when he said that. No, he was referring to her. Of all the men she had ever been with, he was the only one who saw her. He was the only one to ever see all of her before ever physically getting to see all of her.
They shared a short but slow, passionate kiss before he diverted his attention to her breasts. He cupped them and squeezed, the sides of his index and middle fingers pinching her nipples.
“Your turn, tell me what you like,” he said.
He placed a wet kiss near her right nipple and softly sucked on the flesh there while he waited for her response, looking up at her.
“I like…” she hesitated, licking her lips. “A lot of tongue. And teas—“ She was interrupted by a moan when he brushed his lips over her right nipple side to side and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. “And teasing,” she panted.
“Just like that,” she whispered breathlessly when he repeated the process again before taking the nipple in his mouth, sucking on it with quick, short sucks. She watched with parted lips and a furrowed brow, arching her chest toward him for more.
She gripped his arm with one hand when he paid her left breast the exact same attention, squeezing and fondling her right breast.
“You look handsome in that cap, sucking my tits,” she exhaled.
A quiet moan followed when he moaned against her nipple, the vibration of it shooting straight to her core. It seemed she wasn’t the only one with a praise kink.
He released her nipple with a pop and placed a series of kisses between her breasts. He ran his hands up her thighs while he kissed down her stomach, tongue swirling briefly around her navel. Olivia’s breath hitched in anticipation when he undid the button of her jeans and unzipped them.
“I won’t last long,” she warned, her breathing already shaky.
“That’s alright,” he reassured her. “I just gotta taste you, baby. Wanna taste you.”
Olivia arched her hips when he pulled her jeans and underwear down at the same time. He let out a quiet moan at the sight of a thin string of her arousal clinging to her and her underwear. The smell of her hit him next: musky, earthy, and rich. He helped her step out of her jeans and pushed them aside before he nudged her legs apart. She hooked one leg over his shoulder and took a deep breath to prepare herself. She already knew she was gonna be loud.
“You wanna cum on my mouth?” He asked, placing a trail of kisses along her inner thigh.
Olivia nodded quickly, feeling her clit pulse when his lips neared her outer lips. “Yes. I wanna last a little bit when you’re in me.”
Her admission made his chest swell with an emotion he couldn’t quite name and he smiled against her skin. He spread her folds with the tip of his tongue before licking her from entrance to clit with a broad lick.
“Oh my god,” she moaned loudly when he flicked her clit with short, quick licks.
She arched her hips and gripped the baseball cap firmly, her short nails digging into the firm material. He looked sexy with the cap on — even more so when he was on his knees in front of her while wearing it — but it hindered her ability to really grab his head and just ride his face until she came.
She’d make do, she decided, grinding her sex against him as he licked and sucked at her. She could feel her release right there, her stomach muscles tightening.
“I’m so close, El,” she whined.
He wanted to answer with words, wanted to tell her he was gonna make her cum so hard and take good care of her, wanted to tell her he was gonna keep her steady while she took what she needed but he didn’t want to delay her release. So he answered with action, dealing his lips around her clit and sucking with quick, short sucks, flicking the pulsing bud with his tongue.
“Elliot!” She gasped as her orgasm washed over her hard and fast, like a tsunami that started between her legs and spread through the rest of her limbs. Her torso curled toward him in the same moment that the orgasm squeezed the air from her lungs.
He carried her through it, holding her firm and steady as he continued to suck and flick with the same pressure and speed. The orgasm seemed to drag on forever, her thighs trembling on either side of him, her lips parted and eyes wide and locked onto his. And then she suddenly regained control of her body, a deep, almost painful groan tearing from her throat as her thighs tighten around his head in a vice grip. He moaned against her in response, the final nudge to help her across the line between intense pleasure and overstimulation.
“El, El,” she gasped, pushing gently at his head with the hand she had trapped between her thighs.
Elliot pulled away the moment her thighs released him from the only prison he ever wanted to find himself in. He quickly stood to his feet and held her against him when her legs failed to keep her upright on their own. He slowly ran his hand up and down her back as she came down from her high.
“You taste divine,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. “And you look so beautiful when you cum.”
Olivia flashed him a sated, borderline dopey smile, hoping to distract him from her blush at his words with a lazy kiss. She hummed into it at the taste of herself, her fingers sneaking under the bill of the cap behind his neck to pull him closer.
Elliot felt her regain her stability as the last of her high ebbed away for the moment and he pulled away enough to see her face, to look into those brown eyes that had haunted his thoughts from day one.
“Our bed, now.”
He can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face at her calling the bed in the crib they often took turns sleeping on “our bed.” She reached between them to give his cock two firm, teasing strokes before heading toward the cribs. Elliot had just enough blood left in his brain to snatch their clothes off the floor and bring them along. He glanced up at the lockers before he followed after his partner and barked out a laugh when he realized whose locker he just went down on her against: his.
“What’s so funny?” Olivia questioned when he closed the door behind him.
“The fact that I just went down on you in front of my locker,” he murmured in her ear like it was some dirty secret, which technically it was. It had to be for the sake of their jobs.
Olivia didn’t get the chance to question him about positions before his hands were on her hips and the backs of her knees were touching the bed. She spread her legs wide enough so he fit comfortably between them, watching as he grasped his cock and dragged the head of it from her entrance to her clit and back down again. They both moaned at the sensation.
“That feels good,” she sighed, glancing up at him as she arched her hips to follow his movements.
“Are you ready for me?”
Olivia nodded frantically, licking her lips at the same time.
Her brow furrowed and her lips parted when his cock finally, finally, sunk into her. Elliot watched her face attentively for signs of discomfort, pulling out a little and sinking back in until she finally took all of him.
“Shit,” she whispered when their hips finally pressed together, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment as she adjusted to him.
“You okay?” He asked, concern clear in his voice.
“I’m good, really good. Just…wow.”
She opened her eyes to smile up at him and pull him down for a quick kiss.
“You feel so good.”
And big. Not uncomfortably big, but bigger than she had experienced in a while. She already knew she would be in for quite a ride when he actually moved.
“So do you,” he smiled. “You’re so wet for me.”
He levered back up and ran his hands down the tops of her thighs before grasping the underside of them. He pressed them up toward her ribs and started to move. Olivia’s lashes fluttered at the simple sensation of him moving inside her. He kept that slow pace for a minute, allowing them to just bask in the feeling of each other and to ensure Olivia truly was adjusted and comfortable before she moved her hips to meet his thrusts.
“More, El. Faster,” she breathed.
He sped up immediately, putting a snap at the end of his thrusts that had him driving hard right into her g-spot. The intense pleasure that shot through her made her gasp before she let out a deep moan, her head arching back.
Her legs stayed where he put them when he moved so he was hovering over her. He leaned down to kiss her at the same moment he decided to thrust harder, swallowing her groan of surprise when she parted her lips for him. Olivia wrapped an arm around his neck to keep him close, the bill of his baseball cap pressing into her forearm. She inhaled sharply when he lowered even further and her nipples started to rub against his chest, the nubs hardening even more than they already were. She arched her chest into him to increase the pressure and, in turn, push her closer to her impending climax.
Elliot couldn’t do the long, fast thrusts he’d been doing a minute ago in this position but Olivia didn’t seem to mind, her walls consistently clenching around him in a way that had his balls tightening against his body.
“You feel so good, Olivia. You take my cock so well,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against hers.
“I’m so close, Elliot.”
“Me too, baby. Where can I—?”
“Inside,” she interrupted, her other hand — which had been alternating between grabbing the skimpy sheets beneath her or her own hair the whole time — reaching up to rest on the side of his face. “I want all of you.”
Unbeknownst to the other, Elliot and Olivia both felt their chests swell with emotion from the honesty of her words. Physically and emotionally, Olivia wanted all of him. She wanted the stability and safety she felt with him all the time, not just when the badge was on her hip. She wanted to see him in more — and less — than his suits. She wanted to see all his baseball caps and find out if he had one that he looked even better in than this one. She didn’t think he did, because this baseball cap would always hold great significance to them.
Her breath audibly hitched when she felt Elliot’s thumb rub her clit, which was still a bit sensitive from her first orgasm, up and down with just the right pressure that made her clench hard enough around him to make him moan her name. A couple more thrusts from him and a few firm rubs on her clit later and they were both seeing stars, Olivia’s short nails digging into his upper back as she squirmed and bucked beneath him.
Olivia whimpered beneath him — whether from the last ripples of pleasure coursing through her or from sensitivity, neither of them could tell, both thoroughly sated — when he indulged in one last deep, slow thrust, grabbing a random piece of their clothing to place beneath her when he pulled out of her. That whimper turned into a grimace at his absence and yeah, he understood exactly what she was feeling.
The bed was small but Elliot never was someone intimidated by size, maneuvering carefully so he could lay on his side and pull her against him while they both came down from their high. He dropped a kiss to the center of her forehead and gently brushed her hair away from her damp forehead, his blunt nails rubbing along her scalp in a way that had her humming lazily against his neck and wrapping an arm around him.
“You think you’ll be able to focus on what I have to say now?” He teased quietly, a shit eating smirk on his face as he slowly traced random patterns on her back with his fingertips.
Olivia nipped the skin of his neck and pulled back enough to see his face, swatting his arm playfully. “Shut up.”
She tried to act upset but the blush on her cheeks, the sated, relaxed smile she was trying to hide, and the way she was still pressed against him was enough to show that she was quite the opposite.
Despite the quiet anxiety that was starting to stir in her chest at what had just happened and what this meant for them going forward, Olivia let herself relax into his embrace for a couple of minutes. She let herself bask in the tenderness of his touch, the way he breathed softly as if he was trying not to disturb her, and the way that they seemed to fit seamlessly despite never sharing any physical contact beyond the brush of a hand, a shoulder, or a hip in their several years of being partners. She had to be careful she didn’t dwell too long on it, or she’d get overwhelmed by its goodness.
She was the one to move first, stretching her legs and getting the first feel of the pleasant ache between her legs. She reached down to grab the piece of clothing Elliot had put there to catch their fluids but he stopped her, his thick fingers gently wrapping around her wrist. He looked down at her, that playful gaze from a couple minutes ago suddenly soft and sheepish.
“Can I?”
Olivia’s lips parted in surprise at what he was asking. Of all the guys she had ever been with, none had ever asked or made the first move to help her clean up afterward. The butterflies that usually resided in her stomach seemed to find a second home in her heart, fluttering from a mixture of nerves and affection as she nodded slightly.
“Yeah,” she whispered, moving her hand away.
They repositioned themselves so he was sitting between her legs and she was propped up on her elbows. She watched as he gently wiped away the evidence of them with his shirt. This side of him was entirely new to her: this tender, affectionate side. The attentiveness was nothing new, it was simply being expressed in cleaning her up instead of making sure her coffee or lunch order was right. Still, she found herself blushing as he leaned down and, looking up at her, slowly licked her from her entrance to her clit with a broad lick, giving her clit a long, slow suck. Her breath hitched in response, hips arching toward him.
He grabbed her by her bicep and met her in the middle, lips parting and tongues gliding along each other. She moaned quietly at the taste of them on his tongue, feeling a spark of arousal light up low in her belly. Her hand slid along the bed to find his free one and she wiggled it beneath his, intertwining their fingers. She broke their kiss with a quiet, wet smack.
“What do you say we get out of here? We’ll stop by that 24 hour diner we like, grab a bite and head back to my place since it’s closer.”
They had the precinct all to themselves and yet Olivia found herself talking quietly, her tone softer and sweeter than Elliot had ever heard her talk before. It made him smile a smile that was only reserved for her, his heart feeling like a bunch of butterflies were trying to make it fly away.
“That sounds perfect to me,” he answered.
So, once they left the crib, took a quick shower — together, of course. “To save water,” Elliot had reasoned, his hand on her bare hip — and changed into the spare set of clothes they always kept in their lockers, they left the precinct together, ready to face whatever was in store for them.