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14 July 2009 @ 08:19 pm
Skin On Skin [SVU; Elliot/Olivia]  
TITLE: Skin On Skin
FANDOM: Law & Order: SVU
PAIRING: Elliot/Olivia
SPOILERS: "Wildlife" (10x07)
SUMMARY: Eleven years in and he was as much Olivia's husband as he was Kathy's. Just in different respects. The chemistry was more intense with Olivia, more explosive.


Fingertips skated across broad shoulders in the middle of a darkened room. Silver moonlight cast beams of exposure across their tangled bodies, the cold outside no match for the heat building between them. A flurry of movement cast away a tie, a shirt, and a sweater, and bodies were tangled up again.

Denim rubbed against khaki and two moans broke the silence. One moved forward while the other moved back and soon they were against a desk. Hands and arms shot out to clear any items that may get in the way. A keyboard and mouse clattered to the floor, followed by a pencil cup and various pens and pencils. A phone and a glass paperweight were the last items to fall, the latter shattering on the tile floor.

His hands hooked under her thighs and lifted her up, dropped her onto the desk with an almost brute force, but she cared not; instead she pulled him back up to her and drank from his lips. Her legs hooked around his waist and her arms around his neck, while his hands cupped her ass and slid her closer.

When they met at just the right spot, their kiss broke with a simultaneous groan. Her head lolled back and he branded her neck with his mouth, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans with careful precision. She unlatched his belt and whipped it from his slacks like a magician conducting a tablecloth trick; the momentum drew his hips closer.

He let her rise from the desk only long enough to send the jeans to her ankles, while his pants spread open and fell to his thighs. Underwear was only moved aside, their passion too strong to allow for full removal. Then, he was inside her. She was groaning his name and clutching at his bare shoulders.

They were marking each other like wild animals -- scratch marks on his back and shoulders, lip marks on her neck. They were branding each other; their own proprietary tattoos.

For a moment, the moonlight caught on the gold ring on his left hand, but tonight it was of no concern to either of them. They'd been through far too much recently. As much as he tried, a twenty-plus-year marriage was no match for this level of chemistry. That was evident in how close they both were already to falling over that proverbial edge; how loud their cries of ecstasy had gotten.

He felt her tighten around him and looked up, wanting to see her eyes as it happened. "Oh God, Elliot, I'm gonna--"

"I know," he murmured, and closed his eyes, feeling himself reaching that edge as well....


Elliot awoke with a start, calling out an, "Oh shit!" as he flew upward in bed.

Disoriented, he had to take a moment to assess his surroundings. He was freezing, most likely due to the fact that he was covered head to toe in sweat in a freezing cold room. He was in his own home, and sleeping beside him was his wife of twenty-plus years. He closed his eyes in agony and let his head fall into his hand, his wedding band rasping against his skin as he scrubbed his hand over his face.

Yet another dream. And an all-too-vivid one at that. Featuring the same star as always. Too much had changed between them since that undercover operation -- hell, maybe since the Gitano case, he could no longer say for certain. They were too close. To... anything. Everything. Each other.

Eleven years in and he was as much Olivia's husband as he was Kathy's. Just in different respects. The chemistry was more intense with Olivia, more explosive. That much had become evident especially on their last case -- the wildlife smuggling ring. The sight of Olivia coming out of that bathroom in her underwear, hair rumpled, looking ready for sex nearly undid him. He probably would have, in fact, come undone had there not been two men in the room with them, wanting to kill him.

And then she had to go and do it. She had to go and saunter over to him, seductively twining her arms all around him. Her toned stomach melted into his and those soft globes of flesh, encased tauntingly in a black lace bra, flattened against his chest. And if not for the two other people in the room with them, Elliot knew his body would have responded all too eagerly to the proximity.

Since that night, he'd been unable to dream of anything but her. Her tanned skin. The scent of her hair as it cascaded by his nose. Her breath on his skin -- hell, her skin on his skin. Her lips, gently pressing against his neck. The exquisite torture of just being that close to her and being rendered completely unable to do what he truly wanted to do with her; to her.

Some nights he dreamt about gentle, but intense, lovemaking. Other nights he dreamt of passionate, frenzied sex. And others... well. Others... he dreamt of, to put it bluntly, "fucking her silly" -- loud, boisterous, uninhibited. And it took place in several different locations. The station house, on their desks. The crib. That crappy little house from the undercover op. Her apartment. On and on and on the list went, but the same location never repeated itself.

The worst was the night he dreamt of making love to Olivia right where he was, in the very bed where he normally slept next to his wife. And when he woke up, just like this night, covered in sweat, he felt crippling shame when he looked over at Kathy, slumbering peacefully, trusting him with all of herself.

He couldn't go on like this much longer. Denying what was between he and his partner had been difficult enough before he'd felt her skin against his. Now what hope was there for him?


"Liv, we gotta talk," he breezed into her apartment after she opened the door for him.

She squinted against the harsh lighting of her hallway as she shut the door. "And hello to you too, El. Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Yeah. And I'm sorry. I really am."

Once the door was shut, she turned to him and then, noticing her state of dress (or undress, rather -- a tanktop and skimpy silk shorts), she crossed her arms over her midsection. "What's goin' on?"

She didn't miss the way his eyes flicked over her before he shook his head, confessing, "I can't do this anymore."

She furrowed her eyebrows, hoping her face didn't give away how her heart skipped at that comment. "Do what? What are you talking about?"

He took two big steps toward her, getting right in her face in that way he did when he was challenging her. His voice took on that usual low, challenging tone as well. "You know what I'm talking about, Olivia. You can't tell me you haven't been thinking about it since it happened. You can't tell me you haven't wondered."

He was close. So close. And his eyes in the moonlight practically glowed with their intensity. She swallowed, hard, voice catching. "Elliot--" She paused, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to find her resolve. "Elliot, you're married."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Liv, I know that! You think I don't know that?" He spun away from her, arms swinging about his sides as he did so. He looked like he wanted to break something valuable. Or perhaps punch a hole in a wall.

She held up her hands in supplication. "I'm sorry." Gentler, she repeated, "Sorry."

He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, that's all we ever are, huh? We're sorry. We're sorry when we walk out on each other, we're sorry when we're not there and we should be, and we're sorry that we don't get to be any closer than we are now."

She just watched him pace, unsure of where he was going with this. She gasped, just a little, as he strode up to her again, that intensity back in his eyes.

"Well ya know what? I'm sorry, Liv. Sorry for what I've gotta do."

The look in his eyes knocked the wind out of her like a punch to the stomach. Her voice came out breathless as she asked, "Which is what?"

His lips collided with hers mere seconds before her back and her arms were pinned against the wall. Soon he grabbed her by the thighs and hoisted her up, hooking his arms under her knees until she wrapped her legs around him. "Elliot..."

"No talking," he growled into her neck, pushing down his pants and slipping her skimpy shorts aside.

She cried out when he entered her, filling her up, that delicious pressure coiling at her core. The back of her head thumped against the wall and she ignored the pain, pleasure outweighing it by far. This was all too much and not nearly enough at the same time. Her hands clawed at his back, trying to get a grip on him -- perhaps a grip on the situation -- but he was already sweating with the exertion and her hands just slipped over each other, leaving the occasional claw mark on his shoulders.

"Liv, fuck," he breathed, head dipping down and breath bouncing off her collarbone.

She groaned loudly, knowing she was close to the edge. She tried to warn him, wanted to warn him, but it was too late. All she could get out was the first syllable of his name. "El--"

Luckily, he was right there with her. "I know."

Her eyes closed just as stars began to burst behind the closed lids....


"Jesus!" Olivia shot upward in her bed, hand over her heart. She glanced at the clock, squinting at the glowing red numbers through the dark: half-past three. Then, with an agonized, "Ugh!" she fell back against the pillows, shaking her head and worrying her lip with her teeth.

Yet again she had to deal with these dreams. These dreams that wouldn't go away, wouldn't stop haunting her, since that goddamn wildlife smuggling ring case. And she had no one to blame but herself.

If she hadn't gone to see Elliot that night, to scold him about keeping his wife out of the loop, they wouldn't have ended up in the predicament they found themselves in. He wouldn't have had to've hid her in the back bedroom, and she wouldn't had to've stripped to her underwear and posed as a prostitute to keep them both from being killed. Then she would never have known how Elliot's skin felt against hers, or how hard his abdomen was. She never would've known how his entire body felt (yes, all of it) pressed against hers. She most certainly would never have gotten his scent on her from wrapping herself around him.

Since that night, she'd been unable to dream of anything but him. That taut skin. Those rock-hard abs. That goddamned tattoo on his arm and the fierce look in his blue eyes. The way his hands caressed just slightly below the small of her back, right above her ass, as she slid herself around him like a python. The sheer torture of just being that close to him and being rendered completely unable to do exactly what she wanted to do to him; with him.

Not all of the dreams were the same. Some nights they took it slow -- breathed against each other, kissed languidly and let their bodies move naturally to a slow but passionate rhythm. Other times it was frenetic and intense; they couldn't get enough of each other. And then, of course, there were those other times... times when, to put it bluntly, they would "fuck each other senseless" with a white hot almost scorching need.

And the location never stayed the same. Sometimes it'd be in a courthouse. Or a jail cell. One instance on Cragen's desk and in the interrogation room had been particularly enjoyable. But a location never came up twice; it was always different.

They were far too close. Had been for at least three years now, consciously... though Olivia always suspected it had been festering a lot longer than that. Since the Gitano case blew their feelings wide open and laid everything bare, they had been growing steadily closer. And now it was to the point of it becoming downright dangerous.

She sighed and shook her head, glancing down at her lap before roughly running her hands through her hair.

They couldn't go on like this forever.

Could they?


{x-posted to olivia_elliot and eoshippers}
lady of the summer, princess of the morning: deborah kerr: kangaroo!diana_hawthorne on July 15th, 2009 01:48 am (UTC)
I rarely ever read E/O fics, just because I feel that they're a couple that's too overdone, but the summary of this one intrigued me. Great job! I really enjoyed this fic :D
a.: mariska; concrete girlregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm happy you would take the time to read this despite not reading a lot of E/O stuff (I don't really read a lot of E/O fic either for the same reason, unless I know the author). Glad you enjoyed this, thanks again!
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a.: chris/mariska; more than a feelingregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks much!! :)
Holly: [EO] sexsexsexhollypop_04 on July 15th, 2009 02:11 am (UTC)
That was so awesome...good to have you back lol but also that was just torture lol.
They frustrate me more than anything
a.: elliot/olivia; skin on skinregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thanks so much, doll! Glad to be back ;)
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a.: models; passing afternoonregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :)
Katienyc9013 on July 15th, 2009 05:42 am (UTC)
oooh I really like this! Fantastic job! different from the other Wildlife fics I've read
a.: chris/mariska; you're my better halfregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
A: mariska hargitay » HARGITAY » sexyvulcanicity on July 15th, 2009 07:20 am (UTC)
WOW, this is awesome! ♥

I loved it! :D
a.: mariska; angelregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks, hon!! Glad you liked it :D
not a blonde. not a boy.: pic#90921719blondeboy69 on July 15th, 2009 09:31 am (UTC)

I'm just gonna lie down on the cold floor for a few minutes.

God, I want these two to get it on already. Sheesh.

Write more E/O. No one does it better.

a.: david/emily; two of a kindregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:31 pm (UTC)
Haha, thanks! Glad you liked this. I really hope to write more E/O again in the future; I missed writing them. :D

Thanks again!
idharaoidharao on July 15th, 2009 03:35 pm (UTC)
Ooof, that summary line killed me.

Wonderful, by the way. Loved it!
a.: chris/mariska; ain't it funnyregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:33 pm (UTC)
Hee, thanks much! I appreciate that.

Love your icon, btw. Ah, those two crazy kids. :)
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a.: scully; highregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:34 pm (UTC)
Thanks much for taking the time to read this despite not really shipping E/O (I wish I didn't have a ship for this show, but... they were too gorgeous to pass up). And yay, glad I could nudge you a teensy bit toward them ;)

Thanks again!!
Amber: Fuckaddicted84 on July 15th, 2009 06:03 pm (UTC)
Oh yum!! Quick, explosive, to-the-point, yet left wanting more!
a.: morgana; tangled up in blueregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:36 pm (UTC)
Thanks very much! Glad you enjoyed it.

Love your icon, too. Labyrinth is one of my all-time favorite movies :D
Amberaddicted84 on July 23rd, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
Thank you! It's one of mine too!
nicole: celeb; mh - but I dream about herwickdstarcrunch on July 17th, 2009 03:23 am (UTC)
So very awesome!! Gahh I love them!
a.: mariska; concrete girlregalish on July 18th, 2009 08:36 pm (UTC)
Hehe, thanks muchly! :)
hit the pedal, heavy metal.: ith - it rhymes with cherrycoloured on August 6th, 2009 06:19 am (UTC)
I just got into SVU and E/O, and this was my first fic in this fandom. And what a way to start out! Very sexy, and the way it was written, with the dreams, was very interesting. Loved it!
The Windrushingwind on September 15th, 2009 03:19 am (UTC)
I don't even watch SVU, but amazing fics (like this one!) are turning me into an E/O shipper. :)

Jessica: thx 2 cath28andoccrazy on January 24th, 2010 09:57 pm (UTC)
So you know how I feel about your writing already....(adore it)....and especially your taking on this fandom...which is now my new obsession :D. This was great with the dream sequences....a little mean and sneaky, but loved it anyway. Now I'm off to read your other one..... tee hee!!