Mind the M rating!

It was almost week after their interrupted "conversation" as Olivia liked to put it, and she was restless. Restless was an understatement. She was frustrated. Ever since that night, she dreamt of what the two of them together would be like. The feel of his hands, the softness of his lips, not to mention the thrill of how he seemed to know when to be gentle versus rough. It was horrible timing but Olivia couldn't deny it: she wanted him, and she wanted him now.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay here another night? Casey asked for the tenth time. Olivia sighed.

"Yes Casey. Cragen was awesome to get my place professionally cleaned, and I don't want to seem like I don't appreciate it. Not to mention it's time I faced my apartment. Even if I do love it here." She explained gently. At Casey's smile, she knew her friend would drop it. She was telling the truth, but leaving out a huge detail: she was leaving for Casey's safety. Whoever was with Jenkins that night was still out there. Forensics confirmed it. And the longer she stayed with Casey the more likely it was that trouble would find her.

"Promise you'll come back." Casey pouted dramatically. Olivia laughed and played along.

"Pinky promise. You still have to tell me how you KNOW I snore." She challenged. A honk sounded.

"That's Elliot. What a shame!" Casey said in a tone that indicated it wasn't a shame at all. Opening the door, she shooed Olivia out. Laughing again, Olivia stepped out. Suddenly, Casey hugged her, hard. "I'll miss you. Promise me you'll take it easy." She murmured.

Olivia returned the hug just as fiercely. "Same Case. And I will." With one last squeeze, she left the apartment to slide gingerly into Elliot's car. With a twinge of guilt, she realized she'd lied to Casey again: she had no intention of resting. Instead, she planned to set a trap.

"Thanks for the ride El. And thanks for carrying my stuff up. I'm mostly better, just a little sore here and there. Now if only the headaches could completely go away..." Olivia trailed off as she realized Elliot was openly staring at her.

No, not staring. More like devouring. With his eyes.

Elliot had planned to keep things light, to attempt to talk his stubborn partner out of the crazy plan she had concocted. But the words evaporated, undone by the faint bruise on her neck.

Mine...

A fading sign of the week before, it stoked flames that had not yet extinguished.

How could they be? I haven't made you mine yet.

"El?"

Elliot grinned.

Hmm...

Putting her duffel on the floor, Elliot shut the door, completely satisfied with the audible click the lock made. The confusion on Olivia's face added more fuel to the flames.

You've no clue do you...

Walking over to her, he allowed the lust to heighten his senses. Most notably his sense of smell. He could smell, all but taste the brand of soap she'd used only an hour before. He could hear her breath hitch slightly.

Unconsciously you know. You know what's coming Liv.

He saw the wariness in her eyes, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Do you see how you instantly melt into my touch? I see you Olivia. Do you see me?

Trailing his hand down her face, her stopped at her lips.

See me Olivia. I want you to see...see that...

Pulling her to himself, Elliot lowered his mouth to hers.

You're mine.

Gasping, Olivia reeled. He pulled her in with such tenderness, yet the minute his lips touched hers it was full fledged aggression. And wait! They still needed to go over her plan, the very plan he seemed determined to talk her out of!

Is this his way of trying to get me to change my mind? Does he think I can be easily persuaded, and like this?

Stiffening, Olivia attempted to push Elliot away. Undeterred, his lips retreated from hers, only to find their way to their neck.

Gasping, Olivia tried to push him away again. But there was no strength in it, as Elliot simply pulled her closer.

"I'd never let you go," he whispered, unaware he was speaking aloud. "Love you too much to do so." He mumbled, taking off her jacket. Eyes widened, Olivia was stunned into silence. Love?!

Love? Me?

"Why not you? It's always been you. Always." Elliot murmured softly, reaching for her bra.

Tell me Liv. Tell me you feel the same way.

He was losing himself, not having a plan whatsoever. All he knew was he needed to touch her. He needed her to know, to understand...

"El!" Olivia half yelped, half moaned at discovering her partner had managed to remove her bra (one handed!) and was now caressing her breasts. A bigger moan escaped when his thumb brushed over her nipples.

Moan for me. But only for me Olivia.

It was as if HE were the one in the trance, not Olivia who was slowly losing every type of coherent thought. He was a deer in headlights, stunned and fixated on what was right in front of him. He yearned to soothe, he yearned to protect, he ached and hurt with the sheer amount of love he felt for her. Trailing kisses down, down, lower still, one emotion broke free from the pack. He took a moment, only a second.

"I want you to see Liv. Understand..."

Before she could ask just what in the world was he talking about, his mouth found her nipple and the world dropped away.

That you are mine. Mine Olivia.

Hissing his name, Olivia felt her knees buckle. Not missing a single beat, Elliot led them towards the couch. Increasing the pressure with his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the rapidly hardening bud. His other hand made sure the other breast wasn't neglected.

I can feel you fighting me, even now. Trust me. Relax Liv. Relax...

"Elliot..." Olivia hissed again, lost in a sea of emotion. Her hands digging into the couch as if it were her lifeboat.

"Come on Liv. Let go." Elliot urged, removing her shirt to give himself better access to her body. Feeling his warm mouth return, accompanied by his tongue was all too much. He wasn't aware that he was talking out loud, that with every declaration he laid himself bare in ways he never had.

And how could she deny him?

Moaning, Olivia cupped his head to bring him impossibly closer to her chest. "El," she moaned, attempting to speak but whimpered instead.

Growling, Elliot savoured the sounds he teased from her. Running his hand down past her waist, he undid her jeans. Her breath caught and Elliot trembled.

You know I belong to you too right? I'm yours, always. Keep moaning for me, I will never get enough of you. So beautiful...

Reaching his destination, his very wet destination, He paused.

"Tell me you want it. All you gotta do is ask me Liv. I'm yours."

Shaking, not exclusively from arousal, Olivia sighed in ecstasy.

"You always just know El. I don't want it, I want you. Just you-" she began, shocked when Elliot bit back a moan and began nipping at her neck.

Then his fingers entered her and she couldn't even remember what she planned to say.

The stubborn, proud partner he was used to disintegrated before his eyes. In front of him, underneath him was a woman he, no the world was seeing for the very first time. With every whimper, every moan she was relinquishing control, letting her guard down. Allowing herself to be vulnerable.

But only with me.

That thought brought Elliot to brink. She hadn't even touched him and he was close. Remembering himself, overcome with everything, he brought his lips to her ears. With every thrust of his fingers he made a point, and with his lips he finished his declarations.

"My Liv. You feel so good. I hear you...I need you too. But you know what I need to hear. I need to hear it Liv..."

Breathless, Olivia felt the spark start at the base of her spine. The current moved forcefully, causing her to grip Elliot tighter.

I love you Elliot.

"I can feel it Liv. I feel it. I know you're saying it. Tell me. Let me hear you..." Elliot urged, teeth tugging on her ear.

The current instantly fizzled, and all was silent. Then the shockwave exploded.

"I love you Elliot." unaware she'd uttered the words aloud, due to being lost in Elliot's moan.

"Mine Liv." He moaned again, biting her neck then soothing with his tongue seconds later.

Shaking, shaken, Olivia simply held on. He gave so much but even then she knew from his own trembling he was holding back. Pulling him up for a deep kiss. Olivia tugged at his shirt.

I'll show you who belongs to who...

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