A/N: I realize it's late, but I had a last minute interview and I'm going to have to move and UGH! To make up for it, it's longer than the rest. Also, Jordan and I have decided that we're the Kings of Pimpage. He's not entirely sure what that is, but I know, and that's what counts. I just wanna be King of everything. Princess never even crosses my mind.
-fluteskickbrass. This chapter is for you. Hope it's more to your liking than the last one. It has the EO sex, so of course it is.
As she went about getting ready for Elliot's arrival, Olivia hummed to herself. It had been over a month since she had been with him. Too long if you asked her.
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I've ever seen. Give him two lips, like roses and clover. Then tell him that his lonesome night are over...
She was almost giddy, prancing around her bedroom, in her underwear.Ten minutes later, she was ready and waiting for him. She sat down on her couch and stared at the blank screen of her television. Elliot, Oh Elliot. Where for art thou, Elliot? Jesus Christ, I've gone completely insane. It's the lack of being laid. That's all. She assured herself.
She heard a knock on her door and hurried over and looked though the peephole, to make sure it was Elliot. She saw him standing there, looking as good as ever, and opened the door.
Elliot stood, pleasantly surprised to see her in very short robe. He couldn't see what was under it, if indeed there was anything under it, but he appreciated the view nonetheless.
"You often answer the door dressed like that?" Elliot inquired as he entered her apartment.
"Mmm, only when I want something from the person on the other side." She answered, following him to her living room.
"Yeah? What is it that you want?" He grinned.
"A whole lot of you, naked. In my bed. Now." She said, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him back against the closest wall.
"I can handle that." He said, before allowing her to pull him down into a deep, passion filled kiss.
"We'll see." She replied when they broke the kiss.
Olivia grabbed Elliot by the hand and lead him in the direction of her bedroom. He couldn't wait to get her completely naked, beneath him. On top of him. Bent over in front of him. Any and all would work for him. He looked her up and down as he followed close behind. Thank you, God.
As soon as they entered her bedroom, Olivia attacked his lips once again. Elliot pulled back and trailed soft kissed across her jaw line and down her neck. She let out a small moan and ran her fingers through his hair. She tilted her head to the side, just slightly, to allow him more room. It felt so good.
He ran his hands down her sides and over her hips, to her backside, caressing it lovingly. With the firm grip he had on her butt, he pulled her closer, rubbing his erection against her. He smirked when he heard the tiniest whimper escape her lips.
She was sure she was in heaven. Nothing could be better than this. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips again. Then she moved to undo his shirt. Goddamn buttons. She though as she fumbled with each and every one.
Elliot brought his hands up to the sash of her robe and set about untying it. He was glad to find that it took almost no effort on his part. He pushed the robe off of her shoulders, letting it fall, to pool around her feet. Or foot, as one of them was no longer touching the floor, but hiked up onto his hip.
Olivia had long since given up on the buttons and decided that the important thing was to get his pants off. She was struggling with the buckle of his belt. He felt it was time he stepped in and helped her out a bit. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and removed it, dropping it to meet her robe at their feet. She put her foot back down to the floor as he helped her with his belt. She was happy to have his assistance in his undressing. It made things much easier.
When Elliot's pants hit the floor, he immediately placed his hands on her hips and moved them closer to the bed. Olivia felt the back of her lower thighs touch the mattress and allowed herself to be pushed back, onto the bed. He crawled over her, onto the bed as well, kissing her body periodically as he traveled upwards.
God, I could die now, and my life would be complete. No, wait until after the sex. Sex first. Die later. Olivia thought to herself, watching him. He was taking his time. She didn't mind. It was nice.
"Elliot." She groaned when he reached her chest and placed light kisses across the top of her lacy bra. She brought her hands up to his shoulders and caressed them, all the way down to his biceps and then to the back of his neck. Elliot purred a little, snuggling into her breasts, thoroughly enjoying her touch. After a moment, he looked up to meet her eyes, and he had to kiss her then.
While continuing their kisses and light touches, Elliot lifted the upper half of Olivia's body off of the bed, reached around and unhooked her bra. He gently placed her back down and pulled the cloth from her chest. Tossing it off to the left somewhere, he kissed his way back down her neck.
Olivia gasped when she felt his mouth on her breasts, licking and sucking at her sensitive nipples, alternating between them. She held his head in place and bucked her hips up towards his. Elliot's answering thrust left her gasping for air.
"Elliot, please."
"Shh." He shushed her, placing the tip of his index finger against her lips.
She kissed it lightly and smiled a bit. Elliot trailed his tongue down her stomach, dipping it into her bellybutton and swirling it around, before continuing down to the waist band of her panties. He slipped a finger under, on each side, and dragged them down. He tossed them off the end of the bed, going back to his waiting bedmate. He ran his hands up her calves, then her thighs, parting them to give himself access.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs and placed a soft, lingering kiss to her clit. He smiled at the low sound that escaped her lips, and kissed her again for good measure. Slowly, he let his right index finger enter her. She was wet beyond belief. His tongue darted out to taste her clit, before fastening his lips to it as well. Olivia did her best to control her breathing, but was finding it increasingly difficult. She could feel herself getting close.
Her eyes started to water as she tried to control her breathing, but still couldn't keep the gasps and moans at bay.
"Elliot." She whimpered and lifted his head.
"You aright?" He asked, confused as to why she had stopped him.
"I'm good." She nodded, panting. "Come here." She beckoned.
Elliot did as he was told and slid up her body. He was so sexy. He left a kiss on her collar bone, and several going up her neck, until he reached her lips. So suckable, biteable, perfect. He braced himself, with a hand on each side of her head, as he captured those perfect lips in a heated kiss.
Olivia moaned and blindly reached for his boxers. She needed them off. Now. Realizing what she was doing, he pulled back and rid himself of the garment. She was ready, he could tell, and he contemplated making her wait a bit longer, but in the end decided against it. After all, the longer he made her wait, the longer he had to wait.
He positioned himself between her legs and waited until she was looking at him, before plunging into her wet folds. Olivia gasped again and he paused for a moment, making sure she was alright. Of course she was. Elliot Stabler was inside her. How could she not be? He's a God! She thought as he began to move in and out of her. She didn't think it could get any better than this. She knew it couldn't.
"Faster." She commanded, and he complied.
"Guh, Liv." He groaned in the back of his throat. He could already feel his climax building.
Olivia used all her strength to flip them over, so that she was on top, never breaking their connection. She rode him as hard as she could, him meeting her, thrust for thrust. She was gorgeous, moving above him, eyes closed, head throw back, hands braced on his chest. And Jesus, he might love her a little bit.
"Make me come, El." She half whispered, half moaned.
He couldn't deny such a request. Elliot let his hand move to where they were connected and stroked her clit a few times, until her breath caught in her throat and she shuddered with release. He followed soon after, taken over the edge by the look on her face as she came. Beautiful.
Elliot awoke several hours later, limbs still tangled among hers. He smiled to himself. Olivia stirred, but didn't wake. He was glad. As much as he enjoyed her company and conversation, he enjoyed watching her sleep just as much.
Sorry if it's shit, I only write when I can't sleep, or when I'm incredibly bored. I've been up all fucking night. It's 6:36 AM. Wonderful. I have to pee. And I should probably sleep. Maybe. Even though I'm not the slightest bit tired. It's odd...