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We are not alone and I have always said it
Line your heart up with the stars if you forget it
Speak it to the earth and put it in rotation
Be the vibe you seek, the good vibration
. . .
She never should have agreed to this, screw the bet she lost. There is no way in hell she should have ever let Elliot talk her into this being his spoil of war. In hindsight, the fact that she was on her fourth orgasm in less than twenty minutes bent over his kitchen counter at the time probably had something to do with her lapse of judgment.
It was a celebratory dinner thrown by the brass after the success of SVU and the OC's most recent task force. Both squads and several higher ups were invited and attendance was "strongly encouraged". So although Olivia would rather be anywhere else right now, her duties as a Captain and the commanding officer of the one-six meant she had to suffer through the entire night without the privilege of slipping out the back like Rollins and Velasco had done within the first hour.
Fin had tried to do the same shortly after until the death glare she sent him, letting him know he'd be number one on her shit list if he even thought about abandoning her, had him begrudgingly turning back around to the open bar. She's painfully regretting that decision now though as he shoots her a concerned look when she nearly spills her wine. For the third time.
She turns her back to him as the violent flush she's been trying to tamp down continues to creep up her chest and she apologizes to the Commissioner for almost ruining his suit with a joke about one celebratory glass too many. He's too busy staring down her dress to care so she scans the crowd for Elliott while he's distracted, almost wishing he'd rush over like old times and possessively pull her away from any man that even smiled at her.
He's being infuriatingly aloof tonight though and when she spots him chatting with Ayanna at a small table in the back looking casually unbothered she wants to strangle him. His hand is still in the pocket of his dress pants where it's been most of the night, thumb resting against the controls of the small remote that's been the bane of her existence for the last hour and a half.
The insidious little device nestled deep between her thighs right now looked harmless in the box. She stupidly thought it wouldn't be that bad. Maybe even a little fun. A secret unassuming hum that would keep her warm and ready for him later. In actuality she's been on the verge of orgasm more times than she can count and all at the worst possible moments, her subordinates and superiors surrounding her no matter where she turned.
He had the vibe turned off for the time being but she knew it wouldn't last long, the intervals getting shorter and shorter, the reprieves from the incessant stimulation against her swollen clit almost non-existent now. She takes the opportunity to break away from the Commissioner's leering, bee-lining towards that back table to forcibly liberate the goddamn remote from his pocket if she has to, only to be interrupted by another faceless member of the brass.
Elliot catches her eye over the man's name she cannot for the life of her remember's shoulder and smirks, the vibe flaring to life once again as she tries not to trip over her own high heels. Fuck. She pastes on a rictus of a smile and pays zero attention to anything this mystery man is saying, her complete focus on keeping herself upright, praying she's not visibly dripping down her legs.
She's holding her breath to keep from moaning, loudly, when her phone chirps from the bra cup she's tucked it in and the intensity of the vibe ratchets down to a dizzying simmer. She scrambles to open it, almost hoping they've caught a case, but the notification is from Elliot and she's half scared to open it. She doesn't think she can handle whatever filthy message he's decided to send her to torture her further.
<Giving up yet?>
Oh that cocky bastard is going down when it's her turn for payback. He's giving her an out and she absolutely should take it but they both know her pride won't let her. Hubris is how she got into this situation and she won't let herself admit to him just how much she's struggling, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding.
She locks eyes with him again and raises an eyebrow in challenge and sonofabitch why is she like this? He's flipped the switch to the highest setting as she viciously bites into her own lip to keep quiet, sweat dripping down her spine beneath the deep red dress she's wearing that nearly made them late when he saw her in it. Her phone sounds again and she can barely see the text through the haze of crippling pleasure.
<Suit yourself>
Oh fuck. She's got to get somewhere more discrete, out of the middle of this fucking room that's crawling with half of 1PP before she thoroughly embarrasses herself. The bathrooms are all the way by the front entrance and she'll never make it, her inner muscles twitching dangerously. She's panting and she's sure her pupils are blown, cheeks flaming red despite her olive complexion and maybe she can convince Fin it was a panic attack when he inevitably asks her what the hell was wrong with her tomorrow morning.
The vibes on pulse now, the undulating waves almost worse than the steady frenetic buzzing and she's starting to panic. He's really going to fucking make her come in front of everyone just like this. As much as she's horrified at that prospect she can't deny the exhibitionist inside her is even more turned on because of it.
She makes the mistake of looking over at him again and he looks almost as wrecked as she feels right now, his mask of cool composure slipping as he palms his erection through his trousers beneath the table. An uncontrollable groan slips from her mouth and she coughs to cover it, excusing herself abruptly and staggering to the closest escape point she can find, a darkened service hallway that she thinks leads to the onsite kitchenette.
She only makes it a few feet down the corridor, just far enough that she doesn't think anyone can really see her anymore, before the vibe slams back into high gear again. Her knees nearly give out as she clamps a hand over her mouth to stop the noises she can't contain any longer and she thinks she would have hit the floor if strong arms weren't suddenly there hauling her up against him and dragging her further down the secluded hall.
She's spun into an alcove, sandwiched between the hard wall at her back and the hard planes of Elliot at her front. He's holding her up with a thigh between her own and a hand on her ass, the other pressed firmly over her mouth. Her eyes roll and her nipples are diamond hard against the lace of her bra as he easily bears most of her weight, hot breath against the shell of her ear driving her even higher. She's so close it feels like she's burning from the inside out.
"I know, baby. I know. You almost didn't make it, huh? You almost dropped to your knees right in the middle of all those people and screamed my name didn't you?" He's steel and heat against her belly and the growl of his voice is darker than she's ever heard it. The hand kneading her ass leaves briefly to back the vibe down just enough that he can risk removing his palm from her mouth. She still feels like screaming.
"You motherfucking cocksucking son of a bitch if you don't let me come in the next thirty seconds I'm going to choke you to death with your own tie and let Fin bury you in an unmarked grave!" Her red lacquered nails are digging into the back of his neck hard enough to leave marks, hard enough to hurt, and she's nearly so unhinged she's considering punching him right in his smug face.
"So prolonged orgasm denial makes you murderous, good to know." If he laughs right now she really is going to deck him. But he's grinding himself against her hip steadily so she doesn't think he's in any position to talk.
"El there's no time…" They're still at a work function, rutting against each other like horny teenagers, and God if someone comes looking for them she's not even sure she could stop.
"You've gotta stay quiet, Liv." His hand is back over her mouth and she thought the vibe was on high before but now she's finding out just how wrong she was. Holy shit.
She's keening too loudly but she can't stop and his body crushes her even harder against the wall, his weight restricting her breathing the same way his hand is as he covers her nose now too. Fuck she's going to come harder than she ever has in her life.
"Now. Right now." She's powerless to do anything else, the orgasm robbing all remaining air from her lungs, a silent scream against his palm as she thrashes and trembles and comes, comes, comes.
She's sliding down the wall and he lets her, stars dying behind her eyelids as she greedily sucks in a shaky breath, face to face with his straining hard-on and she can't help herself. She's ripping the placard of his pants open until he springs free, no underwear and fuck they're both reckless tonight. She swallows him whole with a hitching gasp and the vibe is still going and she's so sensitive she can barely stand it but this isn't going to take long.
"Olivia…" His hands are fisting messy handfuls of her hair and there's going to be no hiding what they were just doing after this but she can't care, close again just because she knows he is and all she wants is to destroy him the way he's wrecking her. He's all the way down her throat now and she can't breathe again but she's discovering that oxygen is overrated.
"Fuck baby, I can't... You're too much. I almost came in my goddamn pants watching you lose control out there." She's moaning wantonly around his cock now and she's going to come again, can't stop it even if she wanted to.
Everything is coalescing inside her until she's being ripped apart, hands grabbing his pistoning ass cheeks and holding him tight against her face, constricting her throat around him mercilessly as she comes again. His response is immediate as he slams a fist into the wall behind them and shoots his soul down her throat in hot, pulsing jets.
She urgently digs the remote from his pocket, wrenching it out and turning it all the way off while she pants against his abs through his dress shirt. When he gets his own footing he pulls her up and into his arms, reaching between them to tuck himself back in as they just hold each other for a minute, their breathing slowing to a synchronized hush, the dark alcove keeping their secrets.
He smooths her hair down, thumb brushing a smear of lipstick away, gentling her down from their high. When he kisses her for the first time all night it's slow and sweet and exactly what she needs. He sends her back out first and she's surprised to find Ayanna leaning against the wall just outside the hallway like she's standing guard. She nods at her in understanding and just as she reaches the main table for a much needed gulp of water she hears Bell talking to Elliot as he reemerges.
"You owe me big time, Stabler." She makes a mental note to send the Sergeant a very expensive gift from both of them.