Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me; otherwise this would be on the screen.
Thanks to Sam for the challenge, to Hannah for the 'reminders' and to Laura for getting it to the conclusion.
part 1 of 2
The early spring brought an unexpected warmth to the cold city. With it came a sense of growth and purpose; if not for the general population then at least for Olivia. Too long encased in a shroud of icy cold winds and thick winter clothes, she decided the warmth would bring about a change in her…one she had wanted to make for a long time.
After an endless day at the precinct, swamped between piles of paperwork and wary witnesses, Olivia wanted to wash the day off her. She climbed into a warm, freshly drawn bath infused with frangipani and jasmine and soaked for a long time trying to think through her intended path. When it all crystalised in her mind, she pulled the plug and stepped out. Drying herself with a soft blue towel, she smothered jasmine lotion over her whole body.
She padded into her bedroom and slipped on her pale lavender bra and panty set before pulling on dark blue tight fitting jeans and a crisp white shirt. Leaving the top two buttons undone, she folded up the cuffs and added a silver bracelet. Taking a look at herself in her dresser mirror she smiled, her make up was flawlessly applied, accentuating her features while still looking natural, She dabbed on her favourite fragrance, grabbed her bag and jacket and ignoring the time headed out the door and across town.
Jumping out of her car before she could change her mind, Olivia stood at the front door and knocked twice, there was no response. She tried again and again, thinking her plans may have been thwarted before the door opened slowly and Elliot stood there, having just woken up.
"What?" he growled yawning before realising who it was. "Sorry, Olivia, didn't realise it was…" He scanned her, taking in her appearance and the word 'you' died on his lips.
She smiled as her looked her up and down, and from the expression on his face she knew he was trying to figure out whether he was dreaming or not.
"I'm really here, El," she grinned, patting his face as she brushed past him and into his home.
Elliot turned and watched her sashay across his sitting room and deposit her handbag on the armchair. He shook his head vigorously and shut the door.
"Can I get you something?" he asked, his senses finally kicking in.
"Nope," she grinned, plopping herself in the middle of the sofa.
"Okay then," he replied cautiously, still standing in the doorway.
"Come sit here," she said, patting the cushion beside her. Slowly Elliot made his way across to her, trying earnestly to figure out what was happening.
"Everything alright, Liv?" he asked, sitting sideways to watch her.
"Yep," she grinned.
"You sure? You seem…" His eyes wandered from her face to her hand which had taken up residence on his thigh.
"I seem what?" she asked innocently, her fingers marking time.
"Different!" he managed as her fingers crept higher.
"Do I?" Her eyes opened wide. "What's different about me, El?" she asked shyly, leaning towards him. His eyes had no choice but to look down, her lacy lavender bra on show with her pushed up cleavage. As much as he tried to avert his gaze, he couldn't.
Bringing himself back to his senses, he shook his head and forced his eyes to look at her face. Her perfume intoxicated him and he sighed softly. He shook his head again, this could definitely not be happening.
"You want to talk about something, Liv?" he said slowly and deliberately, ignoring her other hand gently running up and down his arm.
"Uh uh!" She shook her head.
"You need something?" he asked, holding his breath when she nodded ever so slightly. "What do you need, Liv?"
"You!" Olivia whispered breathlessly.
"Me?" he gulped, sure he was dreaming.
A heady silence ensued as Elliot figured out what to do next.
"What do you…um…need me for…Liv?" he said breathlessly as her hand moved up his arm, over his shoulder and around his neck before her fingers grazed his scalp causing him to shudder.
She grinned at him and winked, causing him to shudder again. "I need you…" said whispered, raking her fingers through his hair, "to do…" she leaned in closer to him, "me a favour."
"And what favour would that be?" He swallowed hard as she moved in, leaning her weight on the hand high on his thigh.
"You know how you said we'd do something special for my birthday?" she cooed looking up at him, he could only nod. "Check the clock Stabler, it's my birthday."
"Ah ha," he muttered, wondering just was constituted 'special'.
"And I want you to make good …" her voice trailed as her lips gently caressed his cheek.
Finally collecting his own thoughts, Elliot brought one hand up to her face, while snaking the other between her outstretched arm and her body and holding her in place.
"Tell me…" he began quietly, his voice seeming to emanate from his toes, "what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Make my birthday dreams come true!" She gazed into the azure heaven in front of her and knew this was what she wanted more than anything else, more than anything else she had ever wanted.
"You sure?" Elliot whispered in reply. "Can't take this back and get a refund if you don't like it."
"Oh, I'll like it, I'm sure of it," she murmured into his ear and taking the opportunity to nibble on his lobe. The gentle tickle of her breath on his neck sent Elliot's head swirling.
"Dream…definitely a dream…" he muttered into her hair before kissing her head.
Olivia looked up at him, her chocolate eyes wide and soulful; he took the chance to kiss her. Holding her chin between his thumb and index finger he gently angled her face and leaned down tenderly placing his lips on hers. The sweet exchange sent shockwaves through his entire body and the sweetness of it disappeared in a surge of passion. Olivia held onto the front of his beater as he moved forward and hovered over her. She snaked her hand around his body pulling him to her and she grinned when he didn't resist and his weight ended up pushing her back into the sofa.
Rolling her head backwards, Olivia let his hungry mouth explore her neck while her hands made their own way through his hair and down his muscular back. Eventually she reclaimed his lips with hers and made sure her tongue explored every inch of his mouth, memorising each blissful second in case this was a one time only thing.
When her head began to spin through lack of oxygen, she slowly pushed his face backwards breaking the intense seal they had created. He dropped his head onto her shoulder momentarily to compose himself. Olivia ran her fingers through his hair before cupping his head and holding him in place, more than pleased with the turn of events that night.
"Elliot," she groaned as he began nuzzling at her throat again. "Take me to bed."
His head snapped up gazing at her incredulously. Was this for real? "Please," she added in a breathless plea.
"You tired?" he asked, trying to clarify exactly what she was asking for.
"Not in the least," she whispered, hooking her arms around his neck as he scrambled to stand up. Her body moved with his and by the time they made it to the foot of the stairs her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was ascending them blind.
The climb up the stairs had been uneventful, navigating his own bedroom wasn't. Elliot tripped over his shoes left in the middle of the floor and stumbled forward landing them both on his bed.
"Subtle Stabler," Olivia groaned as she reached under her and removed his holster. "Oh it's empty," she said. "Does that mean it is a gun in your pocket?" She wiggled against him causing his 'gun' to twitch.
"Oh no, Liv, believe me I am very happy to see you," he said, finishing the cliché.
"Are you?" she said, reaching up and playfully nipping at his lip.
"God yes," he mumbled into her mouth.
Olivia reached up and hooked her hands behind his neck, pulling him to her and making the kiss much deeper than Elliot had intended. He stretched his arms down onto the bed and supported both his own weight and Olivia's with little effort. For her part, Olivia moved her lips from his and laid a soft, gentle trail across his jaw and down his neck, tasting the small salty beads of sweat which had appeared. She pushed back releasing her fingers as her back hit the mattress, she ran her hands from behind his neck down his torso and smiled as an involuntary groan escaped his lips.
Without waiting for an invitation, she ran her hands under his beater before tugging it over his head. She'd seen his bare torso many times during their partnership and each time had to clench her fists tightly to stop her from reaching out and touching his chiselled form, tonight there was no reluctance and as soon as intrusive clothing was discarded her hands roamed freely across his chest. Her hands were followed by her lips and which Elliot tolerated well but when her lips brushed his left nipple all resolve was lost and his arms could no longer tolerate his own weight.
Without warning he dropped onto Olivia both groaning as their bodies collided.
"God Liv, sorry," he apologised breathlessly as he rolled off her. "You okay?"
"No, I'm not," she replied causing him to prop up on his elbow to look at her.
"What's wrong?" Concern and desire etched on his face.
"You've got no shirt on," she said moving to straddle him. "And I still have mine."
"So you have," he grinned as he reached to undo the remaining buttons. Olivia leaned forward so he could push it back over her shoulders and down her arms. Grabbing a now empty sleeve he pulled it to him then threw it back over his head before allowing his eyes to scan her body. They didn't wander far, becoming firmly fixed on her bra and the contents within.
Mumbling under his breath he declared purple or lilac or lavender or mauve or whatever colour she was wearing to be his new favourite one. Grinning as she watched his expression change from longing to lust to hunger.
"Hey El," she whispered hoarsely, raising his chin with one outstretched finger. "El?" she waited until his eyes made it to hers. Eventually they did and she smiled shyly.
"I think I am still over dressed for the occasion, don't you?" Elliot grinned but didn't move so Olivia shimmied back and stood up.
She watched amused as his eyes filled with fear, fear she was about to leave. He reached up for her hands and she guided them to the button on her jeans. He fumbled to open them and she waited patiently for him to lower the zip. She studied his face, it was a picture of concentration as the zip descended, she couldn't help but smile. Eventually she placed her hand over his and pushed it the rest of the way before placing both his hands on her hips and helped him pull the tight jeans down. Wriggling more for effect than necessity, she watched his eyes as the matching lavender panties came into view. Once the jeans hit the floor she stepped out of them and moved back to the bed.
Elliot was sitting on the edge of the bed clad only in his black boxers, his legs slightly spread as Olivia moved towards him, using her knees to spread his legs further and standing as close to him as the bed would allow. Gently she placed her soft hands on his broad shoulders, gently massaging them as she waited for his eyes to meet hers.
"Hi there," she whispered when they finally connected.
"Hey Liv," he whispered back, as his hands ran across her abdomen and around her back drawing her impossibly close to him. He wanted to lose himself in her eyes but as she arched herself into him he lost all conscious thought of what he wanted to do. His head dropped and he smothered her chest in kisses, placing soft, tender kisses on the lacy fabric.
Olivia's hands ran up to his head and she grinned when she raked her fingers across his scalp and he moaned, pressing his lips harder into her soft flesh. Bending down she kissed the top of his head before urging his face up to meet hers, claiming his lips at the first possible chance. Pushing him down and straddling him as they moved back onto the bed, Olivia leaned down, brushing her lace clad breasts across his chest as she did. Elliot moaned as the friction between the lace and his nipples sent shockwaves though his body causing him to writhe beneath her.
A huge smile came to her face as she felt his hardened length below her. She wriggled backwards so each future movement of hers would ensure intense friction between their most sensitive parts, after spending several moments gyrating over Elliot torturously, she continued to wriggle down his body, taking his black boxers with her. Her feet found the floor once more and she stood to rid his body of the redundant material. She pushed the boxers onto the floor and began her movement back up his body. She raked her nails along his legs, paying careful attention to alternately massage and scrap along the extremely sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs. As she moved further up she tried not to focus on his hardened length; that would come later.
Knowing the lace would do things to him which should be illegal, Olivia slid her body along his, ensuring enough friction was made at the most sensitive points. It was all to much for Elliot and he sprang from the bed, grabbing Olivia as he went. Despite all his best intentions to remain calm and controlled during this encounter, Elliot couldn't help himself. He pushed her backwards, pinning her against the wall before kissing her furiously. When he felt her go weak at the knees, he pulled back, knowing the bed was the safest place…but not before she was divested of unnecessary apparel.
He leant in and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down, he'd only cleared her butt before she pressed her body to his and he forgot what he was doing. Olivia helped him in this simple task and soon her panties were laying somewhere near his discarded boxes. He pulled back momentarily realising it only left her bra. He reached behind her to unclasp it and gently pulled the straps down over her arms, instantly releasing her breasts from their confinement. He swallowed hard. He had often imagined what she would look like but not even his in wildest dreams, and he had had many over the years, had she ever looked so beautiful, so hot, so…so…phenomenal.