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.
I wasn't going to update so soon but you were so generous with your support (read: threats) I thought I'd put it up now.
Elliot stood in the middle of his bedroom floor, he certainly knew what he wanted to do, he definitely knew what to do – god knew in his head he had already lived this moment over and over and over again. Instead of moving, he remained firmly entranced by Olivia and she grinned at the effect she was having over him. She took two small steps towards him and when he made no effort to reach out to her, she slid her hands up over his chest and around his neck. She pulled him towards her then hoisted herself up onto him, securing herself with her long legs wrapped around his waist.
Instantly Elliot's arms surrounded her, slowly he turned them around and headed back to the bed. His lips searching for hers as her hands held his head in place to secure her lips to his. When his knees hit the mattress, he moved to kneel on the bed and place her in the middle of the king-sized bed. Slowly he lowered her down but even when her back hit the navy blue quilt, her legs remained firmly attached to him. She was so close to having the man of her dreams she was not going to let him go now.
Realising nothing was going to eventuate from the position they were in, Elliot slid his hand between his back and Olivia's feet and tried to uncross them.
"Let go, baby," he whispered hoarsely but she was reluctant. "It's okay, let go." Slowly her ankles uncrossed and her legs relaxed, falling away allowing him to move with greater freedom.
He used the opportunity to place wet hot kisses over her abdomen, moving up to her breasts when he felt her tug on his head. Instead of kissing her lips which he knew she wanted he latched onto her right nipple and felt her arch beneath him. He smiled briefly before using his tongue to tease the solid bud. When he finally felt her relax, just marginally, he turned his attention to her left breast and he grimaced when her nails dug deeply into his shoulders.
"Baby," she muttered breathlessly, "stop."
His head shot up praying he hadn't heard right. "Stop?" he repeated. She nodded then beckoned him to move further up her body before capturing his lips with hers.
"No more …I need you…now," she managed between planting kisses on his neck and collar bone.
"I just thought…you know…foreplay, ow!" he said as her teeth nipped his skin bruising his neck.
"We've had nine years of foreplay…no more," she replied as his teeth left a similar mark on her, effectively branding each other forever more.
Deciding she needed to finish what she started, Olivia rolled them over and straddled Elliot, he went to sit up, desperate for the skin on skin contact he now knew he couldn't live without, but Olivia wouldn't let him. She placed her hands firmly on his shoulders, before leaning in to kiss him. Before her lips touched his he noted her chocolate orbs were nearly black and there was a look on her face he just couldn't name. He reached up and tangled his fingers though her hair, effectively stopping her coming any closer.
"Is this really what you want for your birthday, Livvy?" he asked gently. Slowly she nodded but he wasn't convinced. "Because I had something else in mind…"
"What?" she asked, watching his azure eyes tear up.
"I…" He reached up and kissed her lips. "I had planned on this…"
Gently easing them both across the bed he leant over and reached into his bedside drawer pulling out a big yellow envelope. He tipped the contents onto his stomach and picked up a smaller red and blue striped envelope, he handed it to her. Olivia gasped when she saw the tickets and accommodation package for ten nights in the Bahamas.
"You were going to give me this?" she asked, as tears fell down her cheek.
"No baby, I was going to give it to us," he replied, swiping at her tears. "This was for you..."
He reached into the yellow envelope and pulled out a small blue velvet bag. He kissed the bag and placed it in her hand, before kissing her hand too.
Slowly she pulled open the drawstring and tipped the contents into her hand. It was a rose gold band encrusted with nine small diamonds, one for each year of their partnership; the symbolism not lost on Olivia. She held it up and read the inscription, Olivia, I love you, Elliot. She glanced several times between Elliot and the ring trying to decide if this was truly happening. An intense look of concentration came over her face and this concerned Elliot.
"Liv, are you okay?" he asked, struggling to sit up with her still straddling him.
"Yeah…I was just wondering…well, hoping really that I could have both," she said quietly.
Elliot shook his head not understanding. "Both what, baby?"
"Your gift to me, being this and my gift to me, being you?" she asked shyly.
"Oh yeah!" he replied. "You can definitely have both."
He took the band from her hand and kissed it. "I do love you, Olivia Benson," he whispered. "And I want you to have whatever you want." He kissed her lips gently before pulling back.
"I only want the man I love," she whispered into his mouth as her lips met his.
"And who would that be?" he asked quietly.
"You Elliot, I only love you." She slipped the ring onto the third finger of her left hand. "Always and forever, you."
They were the magic words and he tumbled them back over on his bed, ignoring the paperwork now strewn around them he moved over her.
"Happy birthday, baby," he whispered as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Love you," she murmured as her hands found his butt and encouraged him to move further into her. She knew he was going slow for her sake, he was hard as steel and very well endowed but right now she would rather die impaled on him than by anything else in the world.
"Make love to me, El," she cooed as they fell into their own unique rhythm. Each movement, each stroke, each kiss, each caress was mirrored by the other. The sensation building within Olivia was immense and unfamiliar. She had had numerous sexual encounters in the past, but right here, right now, she could consider herself a virgin. No woman had ever known the true meaning of sex until they had this man to themselves.
Her head dropped back and her body arched up, seeming to take on a life of its own. Her ankles hooked behind his thighs trying to open herself up wider and wider. Her hands roamed frantically around his body looking for somewhere to anchor, knowing her release was imminent. Elliot found her hands and laced his fingers through hers before gently forcing them back onto the pillow, either side of her head.
His eyes met hers and once again there was no need for words. He wanted her to come for him, she wanted to them to come together but as it was her birthday, she got her way. Elliot's thrusting became faster and faster and Olivia met each one. Although almost breathless by the time they came, Olivia managed to scream his name at a decibel only recorded at rock concerts. Her body shuddered and clenched around his as Elliot continued to thrust, his own release imminent. Even after he'd come his body continued to thrust, not willing to end this moment a second earlier than necessary.
Eventually he collapsed, completely spent. His head resting on her shoulder, Olivia slowly stroked his head. As he went to roll off she held him in place, needing him now more than ever. To compromise he rolled them both over and she rested atop him.
"Anything else I can do for your birthday, Livvy?" he cooed, kissing her head. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming.
"Yeah, we can do that again and again and again and again and again and…"
Elliot kissed her to stop her talking. He wasn't as young as he used to be and while he would love nothing more than make love to her forever, he wanted this relationship to last more than one night.
As her hands moved down his body and assessed his readiness, he couldn't help but grin. He knew instantly that he would never, could never, deny her anything, birthday or not!