In Another Life: Bensler

Part Thirteen

As Olivia walked into the bar, Elliot couldn't help but stare at her, she looked amazing. She always looked amazing but seeing her in the tight fitting dress that hugged her in all the right places and showed off her cleavage drove him crazy.

'My eyes are up here Stabler' Olivia said flirting.
'Wo- Wow' Elliot manages to mumble out, 'You look amazing'.
'Well you know finally decided to make an effort for you' she smirked.

Olivia sat down and Elliot handed her a glass of wine that he had already ordered her. They sit and talk and laugh, whilst drinking wine and beer. When 11 rolls around, Olivia looks at Elliot.

'I should probably get going, I don't want to keep Lucy any later than 11:30' she explains.
'Yeah okay' Elliot replies, as Olivia stands up.
'You just going to sit there or are you coming with me' Olivia says, laughing at Elliot.

Elliot and Olivia leave the bar, hailing a cab. They both get in and Olivia tells the driver her address. As they begin driving through the streets of New York, Elliot places a hand on Olivia's thigh. He slowly starts kissing her neck, as Olivia laughs. He moves his hand up higher up towards her scars. His finger lands on one of her scars, he stops kissing her neck for a moment, Olivia looks at him as she begins to panic. She's almost adamant that her scars will scare him away, they are a harrowing reminder of what Lewis did to her body. But before she could fully start to panic he continued kiss her neck, moving her face and connecting their lips. They continue, gradually getting more passionate, as Elliot circles his finger around the scar on her thighs.

When the cab pulls up outside Olivia's apartment, they both get out hand in hand. They continue to make out in the elevator as they head up to Olivia's apartment. When the doors open Elliot pushes her up against the wall, deepening their kiss.

'Elliot we're not teenagers' she joked, against his lips.
'I just can't help myself Miss Benson, i'm obsessed with you' he jokes back.

Olivia manages to break away from him long enough to unlock her door, quickly sending the babysitter away.

When the front door closes behind her, Olivia grabs Elliot by his jacket and continues their kissing. Elliot swipes his tongue across Olivia's bottom lip asking for entry, she quickly accepts. Elliot backs Olivia against the wall and continues, this time returning his hand to her thigh. As he pushes up against her, she can feel his hard crotch and she begins to panic.

'Wait stop' she pants.

Elliot backs away quickly, giving Olivia some space. Olivia turns to face the wall, resting her forehead against it, trying to gain control of her breathing.

'What do you need Liv' Elliot asks.
'I need you inside me' she reluctantly admits.
'Show me Liv' he says, holding her hand and leading her into her bedroom.

She closes the door, but remains facing it.

'Can i touch you' Elliot asks, and Olivia nods her head, 'Words Liv'.
'Yes' she manages to mumble out.
'Okay give me your hand' he replies.

Elliot takes Olivia's hand and places it around his 2 fingers. He slowly begins moving her dress up just enough.

'You tell me when to stop and i'll stop' he whispers into her ear, as he slowly pushes his fingers through the side of her panties and between her folds.
'El' she says breathless.
'You want me to stop' he asks.
'No' Olivia moans.

He continues, pushing one of his fingers inside her, and slowly beginning to move it.

'Show me what you want Liv' he says, she begins moving his fingers inside herself.
'More' she moans again, Elliot place the second finger inside her.

Olivia started moving his 2 fingers inside herself, her head still against the door, and her breathing irregular.

'El- Elliot' she mumbles.
'You're okay, this is all you Livi, you're in control here' he whispers against her ear.

She continues working his fingers inside herself, Elliot could feel her walls clamping down.

'El- I'm gon..' she groaned.
'I know Livi, I feel you, I'm right here' he replied, taking more control and moving his fingers a little faster.
'El' she moaned, shattering under him, Elliot used his spare hand to hold her up as he knees went weak.

When she had come down from her high, Elliot grabbed her hips.

'Olivia, look at me' he said, as she still faced the door. She slowly turned around, facing him.
'El...' she said, still panting, 'Thank you'.
'Did you just really thank me for giving you an orgasm' Elliot joked.
'Can you do it again' she timidly said, 'I want to look at you this time'.