Everything in her head was out of order. When she was at the office, she wanted to be in the studio. When she was in the studio, she wanted to be home. When she was home, she wanted to be with him. Constantly chasing some state of mind that was thrown into the mix of others.

The weight was getting heavier on her shoulders, the push and pull of everyone needing her. Elliot needed her for work, Monique needed her for friendship, the app team needed her for approvals. She was beginning to forget what it is that she needs.

Elliot had been quiet since the morning he left. Despite the overwhelming state she was in, his own attitude didn't escape her. She was just appreciative that he wasn't cold or callous towards her, but just quiet. Something was on his mind, but he was always the most unreadable.

She tried to run a list in her head of reasons why he'd be acting this way. She couldn't think of how she'd made him angry or upset. His schedule was more lax than usual which always seemed to benefit his mood.

She felt like broken glass that he was tip-toeing around. As if he'd be pricked by a sharp shard if he spoke the wrong way. She'd always hated kid gloves, but she also knew that it was entirely possible that it wasn't her fault.

The sound of his glass office door opening pulled her attention as he stepped out, gearing towards Casey's desk rather than hers. She furrowed her brows as she tried to listen to what he was saying.

"Casey, would you mind running this file down to the finance office?" he'd asked politely. She responded with her usual 'Of course, sir.' and hurried off with the manila envelope in hand. When he turned, he was met with Olivia's confused eyes.

He flashed a smile as he walked towards her desk, seeing her own grin beginning to replace the confusion. She dropped the mechanical pencil that she had been sketching with for the last hour. Design blueprints covering her desk rather than the usual business side of paperwork.

"Don't look so hurt that I didn't send you running off to Ed Tucker's office." he chuckled. "Now that the coast is clear, I was wondering if I could ask for your company tonight? I've got a bottle of Pino with your name on it." he smirked, leaning against the white plexiglass desk.

"Well, well. Mr. Stabler, have you forgotten that we are in the workplace?" she feigned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Might I remind you that I am currently working two jobs for the price of one, and once my assisting shift is over, my design shift begins. That'd all be well and fine if the design team didn't end their shifts when mine begin? I'm a bit swamped."

He raised his brows, "Is that a yes or a no?"

"As much as I would like to—" she started, watching as his shoulders slumped with disappointment. "I'm behind on a lot with Red Light. I'm heading the team, El. They don't do anything without my say so which makes it difficult to leave them to do it without me."

"Please?" he said with pleading eyes. "There isn't a set launch date for Red Light yet, you can take the night off from it. The boss says so."

"Oh, does he now?" she laughed at the sparkle in his eye. He was proud of himself and it was almost adorable. Though, she knew better than to label Elliot Stabler as anything remotely related to 'adorable' due to his nature.

"Liv, I literally live on the top floor of this building. The design suite is below ground level. You won't be far. You need some relaxation time, so I'll ask again. You, me, a bottle of wine, a few hours away from the chaos."

It was the look in his eye, she notes to herself. The look in his eyes that resembled a crackling fireplace that made her relent. "Fine," she dramatically sighed, rolling her head to the side. "But I'm going home first to get into some more comfortable clothes." she protested, earning no argument from his end.

He smiled, retreating back to the solitude of his office.

When she walked into his apartment that night, donned in a cozy white knit sweater and leggings. She set her bag down on a lounge chair, lazily smiling as he handed her a pre-poured glass of wine. She reached out, her fingers brushing his as she took the glass from him. Her eyes scanned him up and down, taking in the fact that he was still in the suit he had been wearing at work.

The heel of her boot clicked against the black marble floor as she stepped down the split-level flooring of the living area. She'd never really had the time to actually look around and admire his home. Naturally, it fit every mental image of a modern penthouse that she could conjure up in her mind. Black and dark wood tones complemented by ceiling to floor windows overlooking the skyscrapers of the city. Here and there she noticed the simple touches that made it his own. Miniature statues and decorations from the various places he'd traveled around the world, his favorite plants and flowers accenting each room.

She sat down on the couch, facing the crackling electric fireplace that had been installed into a dark stone wall. Her mind wandered to the color in his eyes the first night she had practically burst through his door. The flames in his eyes, she thought to herself, and how they suddenly matched that exact fireplace.

"So, what's the real reason I'm here?" she asked, breaking the silence as her mouth formed into that just short of a smirk. He looked down at her, still standing as he cradled his wine. She could see the unspoken question in his eyes. "You've barely spoken to me in the past few days, Elliot. I have been wracking my brain for anything I've said or done to — I don't know, push you away? Then, suddenly you want me here and clearly, it isn't just for sex because I'm wearing a sweater and it's not on the floor yet. So, spit it out."

He exhaled an unsteady breath, raising his brows as he tried to regain his composure. She always had a knack for catching him off guard. "Liv, you haven't done anything wrong." he smiled softly, taking the seat on the couch beside her. "I guess, I've just been thinking a lot. I suppose I don't know as much about you as I thought I did... or wish I did."

Her forehead knit together as he stared into her eyes, something soft yet hesitant written in the lines of his irises. "What do you mean?" she whispered nervously.

"Well, how much do I really know about you?" he huffed with something resembling a chuckle. "It's understandable that you know the ins and outs of my life, that comes with the job title. Nevertheless, when I look at you —" he stopped, sending her nearly to the edge of her seat with worry. "I don't really know the story of who I'm looking at."

She sat in shock, her jaw clenching as her head slightly jerked back. "My story?" she asked with an incredulous tone. She could feel her metaphorical walls rising, regret washing over her as she felt the regret of letting them down in the first place. Her eyes fell away from his, gently dropping to the detailed patterns on his tie. "I guess I wasn't sure what this was," she whispered almost shamefully.

It was his turn to feel the knee jerk of her words. He gulped away the lump in his throat. "It doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be." he murmured back, hoping the disappointment in his voice wasn't as apparent to her as it was to him. "Either way, I want you to know that you can talk to me. About anything, Liv."

Her eyes involuntarily closed as she exhaled, setting the practically untouched wine glass on the coffee table. She leaned back into the couch, hesitantly turning her head to look at him. "Then ask me something." her words practically inaudible as she felt the natural recoil begin to occur in her system. "One question, that's the best I can do right now. Ask and I'll try to answer it."

He did everything he could to keep the smile off of his face and only in the depths of his eyes. Effort, he could live with that. Millions of questions swarmed his head, all of them seeming just as important as the last. Though, one question in particular had been stuck playing on a loop in his mind for days.

"Monique said you saved her life. What did she mean?"

Olivia's head whipped back towards him, an expression present on her face that he had never witnessed before. "She spoke to you?" she asked in disbelief, her body going cold with the feeling of betrayal. "When?"

"The morning that I was at your apartment. I had woken up a little bit before you did and we just talked briefly," he answered, trying to remain calm for her benefit. He knew if his own defenses went up, she'd only back away further.

"It must not have been that brief if you got far enough into the conversation that this would come up." she grit the words out, using all of her effort not to lose her temper. The panic within her eyes was becoming more clear as her attitude neared towards defensive. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her caught off guard this way, but as the reality of it sunk in, it became harder to untense her shoulders and relax. She felt the hot sting of unfallen tears beginning to burn in her eyes. "What the hell did she say to you?"

"Olivia," he softly raised his hand. "I promise, she didn't say anything really, that's why I asked. She casually dropped it thinking that I knew what she was talking about. Look, if you don't feel comfortable telling me, I understand. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No," she exhaled, forcing herself to calm down. She wiped her finger under her eye despite having not lost any tears. "No, it's fine. It's just... it's a heavy topic and I didn't expect it to come up yet."

"If you don't wanna tell me yet, or at all, that's fine." he spoke quietly, gently grabbing one of her hands. His thumb stroked hers, his eyes sparkling into hers when she finally looked up from her lap to face him.

"Can you just ask me something else? Just something that isn't as heavy?" she quietly pleaded, her head cocking to the side as her brown bobbed hair swiped against the knit fabric of her sweater. She didn't want him to look at her with anything but that sparkle in his eye, and she knew it would diminish as soon as she told him the truth.

"Okay," he chuckled with a nod. "Tell me how the hell you afford such a nice apartment in Manhattan." he laughed, earning a giggle from her as her shoulders relaxed and the tension began to lift.

"That I think I can answer." she laughed. "So, when my mom passed away, her entire will was left to me. I didn't even have a clue until I aged out of foster care. She had set up a trust for me to be accessed as soon as I was 18. That, and by some stroke of luck, I found out that our old apartment was never foreclosed; some error on the bank's end. It was signed over to me and I sold it. When Mo and I were in foster care together, we made a pact to take care of each other, so I invested a lot of the money and made back more than I could've ever imagined. I helped her with student loans and we both were able to get on our feet."

Elliot's hand never left hers as he listened intently. He grinned at her in amazement, fully knowing he wasn't exactly 'self made' as she was. In fact, she was a marvel to him. Sometimes, he let his imagination wander to what he thought her childhood was. Even in those imaginary thoughts, he knew he could've never done what she'd done and made it this far. "You don't work at SE for the money, do you?"

"No," she huffed out a small laugh. "I told you, I work at SE because that's the ladder I wanna climb. I'm obviously not set with my assets but it was enough to kickstart me into the right direction. It's not always about the money, Elliot." she grinned, giving him a sarcastically pointed look.

His eyes averted downward with guilt as he laughed, realizing that there was an entire world of things she could teach him that nobody else could. "The uh — the reason I asked you here tonight is because I had a question." he nervously shifted his body, preparing for an array of reactions she could give. "I was wondering if maybe you would like to take a trip with me somewhere? I know things have been kinda stressful at the office and it might be a nice getaway."

"A trip?" she parroted, her brows raising with curiosity. "I mean... is that even allowed? That sounds like a human resources nightmare." she giggled.

"Our last few weeks have been an HR nightmare," he rolled his eyes. "We'll call it a work trip. You're my assistant, so technically you can go with me anywhere. I have a few branches of SE around the world, I usually check some of them out a few times a year. I think a few days in paradise might be good for the both of us."

She curled into his arm that was placed behind her back, resting her head on his chest as she faced the fireplace. "I'd have to think about it, El. Especially if it's not really all that work-related." she felt the panic rising in her stomach. She couldn't deny that she loved the idea, but it was the fact that she loved it that drove her nerves into an electric mess. "Can I have some time to sit on it?"

He hesitantly nodded, letting go of a deep exhale. "Sure, take some time. If you decide you don't wanna go, we can scrap the whole idea." his voice had dropped a few octaves as his fingers traced along her back.

She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing he couldn't see it from where he sat. If there was any reason for the intensity she was feeling, she wasn't aware of it. It all suddenly felt so... domesticated. She had control over the relationship when it was just sex; when it wasn't hurdling down the road of... well, the road of what was exactly in front of her.

When had the control slipped from her fingertips? More importantly, how did she allow that to happen?

"Um, do you mind if I go lie down for a little bit?" she cleared her throat, gesturing towards the stairs that led near his bedroom. "I think I'm just really tired."

He craned his neck to look at her with concerned eyes. "Sure, go right ahead." he nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, I have a few things to catch up on so I'll be in my office, it's right down the hall from here." he pressed a kiss to her temple before standing up, helping her to her feet.

She dropped her purse on the bed, hastily tearing out the contents from it and placing them on the sheets. She made quick work of the sweater she wore, pulling it off over her head before shedding out of the panties and leggings. She missed the fire, she thought to herself. The fire in his eyes that had seemed to be dulling lately.

Her eyes fell to the lingerie on the bed that she had placed out. The same black and lace set she had worn on their first night together. She shook her head to herself, deciding against it. Instead, she chose the dark grey silk robe, detailed with intricate black lace along the sleeves.

She wanted the fire from the first night with him. The thrill of not knowing what to expect from him. In some ways, she wondered if he had begun going easier on her for fear of going too far.

Her body shivered at the thought of how far he would need to go to warrant it being considered too far.

Words didn't work for her. Explaining her feelings outright never did. She wanted the fury within him to come back to her. Though, the words would never leave her lips. Instead, she had planned on doing what she was best at. Provoking him.

She slid the silk robe over her frame, not bothering to tie the front of it. She wanted 'too far' and then some, but she knew it would take time. Much like herself in a way, he wasn't keen on diving right in. As he would need to work the secrets out of her, she would need to work the beast out of him.

Her feet padded against the cold tile floors of the en suite bathroom. She hovered over the sink, staring closely at her reflection in the mirror.

She was not gentle like a flower. He did not need to tiptoe around her. She wouldn't shatter. She was gentle like a bomb. She wasn't fine china and she wouldn't run at the first sight of him taking control. 'You like control, Olivia. You thrive off of it. Let me take some of that control off of you, let me take care of you.'

Oh, how she wanted those words whispered against the shell of her ear again. She wanted the urgency, the pure and feral need. When her eyes closed, she pictured him stopping the elevator as he once did. The red emergency lights that drenched his body. The ice had been so clear that day, but now she wanted the fire. The fire that she knew had been hiding behind the ice. His coldness tamed the fury, the need within him that he was once again trying to remain hidden.

Cheek kisses were for couples. Nights on the couch were for partners. That wasn't their original arrangement. He was different before, and deciding between which side of him she preferred was a consistent battle in her mind. He touched her like a lover, he fucked her like an enemy. Wanting both wasn't an option.

Using her middle finger, she dabbed away the slightly smudged eyeliner from her eyes. Maybe she shouldn't have taken control the last time. In the darkness of her bedroom, offering no room for change. She had ensnared him, and convinced him to comply. Elliot Stabler did not accept such influence. Not usually.

If her actions were causing the change in him, then the only option was for her actions to alter. He had been so careful before. Careful everywhere except within the tangled sheets. His words, his gait, his stares. All so perfectly calculated with restraint. She was changing him and the simple thought of that made her want to throw her hand through the mirror.

She was not going to break. She was not weak. She was brutal and just short of invincible. He could touch her without her disintigrating at the tips of his fingers, why didn't he fucking understand that?

She let go of a deep breath and released her grasp on the sink, spinning on her heel to reenter the bedroom. Scattered clothing items were hastily put back into her bag which was laid beside the bed. The cold sheets chilled her skin as she climbed within them, the amethyst colored silk gathering around her legs.

She was learning his ins and outs, his points of rage and hunger. He was trying so hard to keep himself tame, she could feel the energy of it beneath his skin. No more containment, no more holding back.

Maybe she was going insane. She felt as if she was. Could it get much crazier than poking the beast with a stick? Knowingly provoking a response out of him simply to feel alive again?

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, quickly navigating to the most recent text conversation between the two of them. Her manicured fingers tapped against the screen, carefully crafting a message that would grab his attention.

'There's a surprise in your bedroom,'

She wanted numbness; sex that would drag every whisper of a thought from her mind and fill her with nothing but the present moment. It was hard to breathe when memories swirled in her mind, she could barely see the room as it spun.

The numbness, that's all she wanted.

She waited a moment, finally exhaling as soon as the familiar ringtone beeped.

'I'll be right there,'

He'd convinced himself to get up and out of his home office, where no real work had been done since he'd sat down. He'd pushed her too hard, crossing a line he should've known better. The previous conversation played in his head on a loop as he trailed through the familiar hallways of his home.

He'd seen the look in her eyes, the fright as she had flinched when he'd asked her about Monique. God, he thought maybe she had pushed her best friend out of the way of a passing car, but nothing as serious that it would warrant that reaction from her.

As soon as his eyes reach her, his footsteps come to a complete halt. He could feel the breath ripped from his lungs almost in tandem as her breath filled her own. He stood, completely off guard watching as her fingers lazily rubbed her clit. Her robe had fallen open, giving him a clear view of her entire body as she stared straight forward into his eyes. As his body stilled, he could feel the heavy thumping of his pulse in his neck, furiously pounding beneath his skin. "Olivia," he warned, his jaw clenched in place. "Put your hands up."

He enunciated each word slowly, watching for minuscule changes in her temperament. Her eyes never fell away from his and her movements never ceased. He watched the writhe of her body as her hips slightly rose, gingerly grinding against her own fingers. He felt the heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks, his fists clenching at his side. His steps towards her were slow and calculated, each one another chance for her to obey the order she was denying.

His knees reached the foot of the bed, mere inches away from the ability to reach out and grab her. From the look in her eye, he could see her searching for something within his. Whatever it was, he wasn't sure. She wanted something from him. "Hands. Up." Last chance.

She was playing him and he could feel it, the disturbingly enthralling sensation of knowing she was pulling at his strings. When her hands refused to move away from her core, his strides were swift towards the side of the bed. He ripped the tie away from his neck, using his other hand to fiercely grab her wrists. She took in a sharp inhale as he fastened the tie around her wrists and the tie to the headboard.

He stepped back, taking a look at the image in front of him. The instinct to soak up every modicum of the sight displayed in front of him was overwhelming. Her eyes had blown wide, her jaw slack as she awaited his next move. She was watching him as if he were a predator and she was the prey, knowingly giving in to the reality of what fate she was to meet.

Her pupils were blown and he could've seen it from a mile away. Whatever her plan was, she was enjoying it. There were times that he could read her as easily as he could read a book, and it was clear as day to him just how badly she wanted more. Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Whatever she wanted, he wanted to give it to her.

Back to his near light speed, he leaned over her, a callous palm gripping the soft and sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She whimpered as she sucked in another sharp breath, feeling his fingers electrifying every nerve they touched. "In your bed, you are free to do whatever you please. But in my bed?" he whispered, the heat of his breath warming the shell of her ear. "In my bed, the only hands that touch you are mine."

For a moment, she wished he could read her mind; so he could see how alive she felt the moment the fire had returned to his eyes. The exact thrill she had encountered during their first night and then some.

He pulled away, releasing the grip on her thigh. He easily shrugged out of the blazer jacket he had worn all day, rolling up the crisp white sleeves of his shirt to the middle of his forearms. Her mouth watered at the sight of him, statuesque and bathed in the warm light of the dark bedroom.

Her eyes followed every step he took as he moved from one side of the bed to the other. When he reached down and grabbed her purse, her breath became trapped in her throat. His eyes stayed with hers as he reached into the bag, grabbing a small and familiar pink device before laying the bag back down on the floor.

"You think I didn't know about this?" he casually smirked, holding up the travel sized vibrator for her to see. His fingers toyed with the buttons, buzzing it to life for a moment before powering it down. "Seventeen days after you started working at SE, I saw it in your purse by accident. I'd say my assumption that it stays there all the time is probably correct." his movements back towards her are slow and languid, feeding into the need that overpowered her. "Although I'm not, I should probably feel a bit more ashamed of the thoughts that filled my head after seeing it."

He heard a barely audible moan emit from her as he neared closer to her once more. Her breathing has sped up, he could hear it a mile away. The way she desperately wanted to reach out and grab him. He leaned back down, once again his mouth to her ear. "Do you remember your safe word?"

She nodded fervently, letting the word out in a short exhale. "It's red. The word is red."

The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky smile. "Good, because you've disobeyed me, Olivia." Still fully clothed, he climbed into the bed and lodged himself between her knees. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he settled himself in. "So, we're going to have to take care of that."

Her hips lifted off of the bed with anticipation as the device in his palm whirred to life. His free hand came down against her lower stomach, flattening her back down onto the bed. "Do not cum without my permission. Do not make a sound. Got it?" he buzzed the device against her thigh, jerking electricity through her limbs before pushing her back down again.

Her teeth crashed down on her lip as he buzzed the head of the toy against her skin. He could see her arousal glistening already, her core soft and wet and calling out to him. Though, he knew part of denying her meant denying himself. As much as he wanted to dip his fingers into her aching center, he knew it would only lead the moment somewhere that it shouldn't be led.

She wanted to tease him, it was his turn; that meant sacrificing the touch and taste he desired.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, moving the toy just above her clit. She could feel the rhythmic vibrations just out of reach from where she wanted to feel them. She bit harder down on her lip, fully knowing her lungs were ready to forsake her at any moment. His free hand held tightly down on her thigh, restricting her upward movements. "I think you like disobeying me."

Her arms tugged against the tie but it gave no leniency. The tip of the toy neared closer to her most sensitive spot, her hips searching for more friction with complete abandon. His voice ran over her like a smooth leather, coaxing her further into the trance she had been searching for.

The emotional numbness induced by him and his touch was settling over her like a warm blanket. The swirling thoughts began to dissipate and had become replaced with raw anticipation. She closed her eyes and focused on every sensation that he fed into her. The vibrations of the toy near her clit, the ridges of fingerprints on her thigh, the sound of the growl in his chest.

Without warning, he moved the vibrator to rest directly against her clit. The reflex in her knees jerked and her back lifted from the sheets once again. Just as her teeth were about to slice her lips from the strength of biting down on them, a loud and unrestrained moan ripped from her chest. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out, instantly regretting it.

He pulled the toy away, giving her a pointed look. "What did I say about not making a sound?" he growled, pressing the vibrator near his chest enough that she could see it in her line of vision. "If I'm not mistaken, it seems like someone is chasing consequences."

"I'm sorry," she blurted out, gasping for air as her hips rolled. "Please, Daddy. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she sobbed. The insatiable ache refused to waver and the flash of anger only added fuel to the fire.

"You better be," he mumbled before reverting back to the light pressure of the toy against her clit. He watched her fight with all her power against gasping out again, thrashing her head against her shoulder to help stifle the sounds. "No sounds, Olivia." he warned, failing at hiding his smirk.

He flipped the switch on the vibrator, turning its power up a notch with it still firmly in place. He watched her lip quiver between her teeth, the sight of her fighting off her natural instincts only furthering his need to drive her insane. He could feel the tightness in his pants becoming more uncomfortable as his cock grew harder. He knew his own resistance was wearing thin along with hers, but for now, his focus fell solely on her.

Her legs tightened around him as he sat still between her knees. Through squinted eyes, she could see the focus on his face. As if he were studying every morsel of the image of her in front of him, filing it away in his mind as a masterpiece. She saw the way his tongue dragged over his bottom lip, the fight in his eyes to control himself.

His vision raked up her body, taking in the sight of her olive-toned skin; her torso exposed in all of its glory. He was once again hit with the mouth-watering need to lick and taste her. The sight of her lithe skin and the hardening of her dusky nipples was quickly becoming his kryptonite. He could spot every inch on her neck that he craved to mark, to leave a sign to the world that she was the only one who could ignite him quite like this.

When he looked back down, he could see the small drip of her arousal, a clear glistening against her skin before it marked the sheets. He could sense from the strangled effort to remain quiet that she was nearing closer to breaking one more rule.

Her thighs squeezed harder against him, shivering as his hand came down to rest on the soft skin. She was on the edge, exactly where he wanted her. "Nod if you're close, Olivia," he murmured, pressing the toy against her with more pressure.

The fervent nod came before he had even finished his sentence. With her answer, he slowly pulled the toy away from her clit. She visibly fought against crying out from the sudden loss, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip like an anchor. "No sounds," he whispered, stroking her thigh. "Nice and quiet, good girl."

On any other day, he could listen to the sounds of her pleasure on a loop, drowning himself in the hymns that her body sung. Though, this time, the satisfaction he felt came from watching her as she followed his order. Her body searched frantically for any sort of friction, her moves entirely on auto-pilot with the slight pressure of his hands on her legs holding her down. He wondered if it were her lack of being able to express herself through sound that made her body move with more need.

"See? You know how to listen, Olivia. You know how to follow rules." he hummed, meeting her pleading eyes. "And to think, if you had followed the rules, you would've been allowed to cum all over that toy. So, next time, think about what you're feeling right now." he shot her a deadly smirk. "Think about how your legs are shaking and how wet you are. Think about how amazing it would've felt to cum a few moments ago."

She shivered against him, tears of absolute need forming in the corners of her eyes. He could read every word that her lips refused to express, almost as if they were written on her skin. She was begging within an inch of her life for him.

Powering the vibrator back to life, he rested it directly against her clit. The sudden reacquaintance with the toy shocked her body, still she managed to suppress the sound of the air being sucked from her lungs.

He leaned back as the toy laid against her, his fingers tracing the lining of his shirt tauntingly slow. She watched avidly as the buttons popped from the crisp white shirt, revealing the familiar flesh tones of his skin. Each button came undone with a torturous pace, inciting a reaction from her with every inch of skin that had become visible.

She tugged against the tie once more, desperate to reach out and touch him. The need to feel him against her palm was nearly more intoxicating than the vibrations against her core. As soon as the shirt fell from his frame, he leaned back into her with an almost primal sense.

Just as he could read her face, she could read his. She could read within the molten irises that his own patience was wearing thin and the urge to touch her was overpowering him. His hands ventured down to his belt, unfastening the leather buckle as well as the zipper of his pants. Her eyes fell down to the visible erection bulging through the material.

Without warning, his right hand was back to holding the vibrator steady against her. His eyes never left hers as he dipped a finger into her center with his other hand. Her jaw dropped, head rolling back against her shoulder, though nothing but a small release of air sounded from her. Her hips rose as his finger slid deeper, fighting for more than what he was offering her.

A second finger slipped into the wetness of her arousal, finally filling her with a bit more satisfaction and relief. His movements sped, up, the vibrator circling around her clit as his fingers drove into her.

The sensation of losing herself was becoming more overwhelming with each pump into her, each rumble of the toy against her core. Every blink was turning the stars behind her eyelids into constellations. Euphoria and nirvana had become senseless words to her compared to the reaction he had conducted her body to have.

By the time his third finger had slipped into her, he knew she was too far gone to deny it. Any shred of sanity that had remained through the first denial of her climax was clearly a lost cause now. She remained soundless with the exception of soft gasps, all of her strength being directed towards keeping herself from moving too forcefully against his touch. He could feel the swift onslaught of her orgasm from her pulse. "Cum, Olivia." he instructed through his own gritting teeth.

Feeling her come undone against his fingers was the final straw. He leapt forward, leaning over her as he undid the tie from the headboard that had bound her wrists. As soon as her hands were free, they instinctively wrapped around his neck as his lips crashed against hers. Never again did she want to take for granted the feeling of her hands roaming is back, the texture of his skin beneath her touch.

He swung her limp legs around his hips, lifting her off the bed as he secured the weight of her in his arms. His steps were jagged and much less graceful than he cared to admit, but he landed the both of them exactly where he wanted them.

The frigid cold window made contact with her back as he pressed her up against the glass. The endless row of lights that filled the city illuminated the outline of her body, silhouetting the parts of her that he faced.

"Do you think they can see you, Olivia?" he rasped, maneuvering himself to slip inside of her soaked entrance. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him bury himself to the hilt inside of her.. "Do you think the city can see the outline of your body and just know that every nerve ending inside of you is on fire?" He turned his head, sliding his tongue up the soft skin of her neck.

Her left hand intertwined with his, her knuckles hitting against the glass pane as he gifted it above her head. His other hand helped support the weight of her as he slid his hips away, thrusting back into her with sharp vigor. "I think they can see you." he whispered in her ear as soon as his tongue was drawn away from her throat. "I think they're watching you getting fucked, Olivia."

Her jaw quivered, her eyes never leaving his gaze as soon as they reconnected. The hand that wasn't gripping his was clawing at his back, begging for more traction. With each pistoning movement of his hips, she could feel the throb of his cock inside of her. He was painfully hard from watching her squirm under his touch until he allowed her dam to break.

"Let them watch," she breathed, her voice as low and gravelly as his. Her hand let go of his, wrapping around his neck to hold on tighter. She was nearly certain that with the strength of his movements, the glass that held her up would shatter into a million shards.

His lips crashed down on hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. He could still taste the luxury wine on her tongue tangled with the flavor of the strawberry lip balm she had been wearing. The vibrations of her strangled moan rumbled against him from his mouth down to his chest, pressed flush against hers.

She watched as his brows knit together, his drive into her becoming stronger with each passing second. It still amazed her that the simple image of him bordering his climax could bring her own pleasure to unexplored heights. It was becoming a power-hungry move for her, compelled by the idea that she had the ability to create such a reaction within him.

"Harder," she egged him on, watching for any sort of reaction in his face. "Fuck me harder, Elliot." she ordered, a smug grin growing on her lips. She clenched around him, earning a throaty gasp from deep in his chest. "Fuck me like you mean it." the words came with a deadly grit, fully knowing it would only make him angry. A flash of red filled his eyes for a fleeting moment and the idea that she could induce such a force of nature from him only fueled her adrenaline.

In one swift movement, he released his grip that held her up against the glass. He quickly spun her around, pressing her bare front to the freezing window. Without warning, his hands emphatically spread her legs apart, his cock immediately thrusting back into her. His hand rose to her hair, grabbing it in a makeshift ponytail as he pulled her head back with it. "You do not tell me how to fuck you." he growled in her ear, pushing her deeper against the window.

She braced herself with her hands against the pane, allowing herself the range to work with him as he fucked into her. Even with aggression in his movements, she finally felt in sync with him. The vehement need to feel his power was coming to fruition and the euphoria was finally returning.

With his new position behind her, she could feel him reaching her most sensitive spots. Her mind was wiped clean from the ideas of how to rile him up, instead replaced with the utter need to claim her release, and incite his own. Though it gave no traction, her nails still tried to dig into the glass, anything to hold her stance as her knees began to quiver.

His pace sped up, another synchronicity between the two of them. His fingers dug into her skin, steadying her as he drove harder into her core. Her cries came unrestrained as she teetered on the edge, her mind relinquishing control over her movements and allowing her body to stir as it needed. He tugged her hair back tighter, his other hand lifting from its place on her hip to grip her throat. His fingers squeezed her pulse points, instantly pushing her from the precipice and sending shockwaves of her climax through her entire system.

As she ground herself down on his cock, she tightened around him. Stars behind her eyelids replaced the city lights as he continued to guide her through. The reflexion in the window of her face overcome with pleasure was his final undoing. One last powerful thrust into her wet center and chills ran through his body. An animalistic roar ripped from his chest as he came inside her, thrashing to grab whatever part of her body he could hold tighter against himself.

Her forehead tiredly rested against the window as she came down from her high. She could feel the light sheen of sweat from his chest as he fell forward into her. Her breath fogged against the glass, her entire body growing limp.

With what little energy he had left, he carefully swept her up from her feet and carried her to the bathroom. Her head lolled against his shoulder with exhaustion before he gingerly placed her into the massive white bathtub. Her body relaxed against the porcelain as he turned on the hot water tap, grabbing a bottle of bubbly soap from the cabinets and pouring a healthy dose into the water.

He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good girl," he whispered to her, despite the fact that she was barely awake. He smirked at her as he grabbed a few towels, heading towards the glass shower with a direct view of the bathtub. He watched as her lips turned upward into a blissful and sleepy smile.

She laid curled up in his bed, nothing but the silk robe from before covering her body beneath the blankets. She mindlessly flipped through channels on his TV before he emerged from the bathroom. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he sauntered into the room, his phone drawn out in his hand. "Here," he handed her the device. "Take a look."

"What's this?" she asked, adjusting her vision to the screen. She scrolled through the bright and beautiful pictures of somewhere that was clearly not located near them.

"A few places we could go for that trip." he replied, continuing to dry off the upper half of his body. He crawled into the welcoming silk sheets, leaning over to point at one of the pictures. "That's one, the white buildings with the blue roofs? Santorini. It's in Greece. Beautiful place, like nothing you've ever seen before. There's an international SE base there that I've been meaning to check up on. Whaddya' think?" he smirked, lying on his stomach on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Wow," she blinked, continuing to scroll through the photographs. "It's stunning. How many other assistants have you flown out there?" she asked sarcastically, fully matching his shit-eating grin as she handed the phone back to him.

"I guess I've been waiting for the right one to tag along with me." he replied without missing a beat. He flipped himself onto his back, maneuvering her closer against him until her head was resting on his bare chest. His fingers stroked through the dark locks of hair that were still damp from the bath. "It'll be amazing, I promise. We'll go for a few days, I'll stop by the SE base, and then we can enjoy everything Santorini has to offer — including lots and lots of international sex."

She giggled as she traced lines along his chest. "International sex, huh? You sure do know how to win a girl's heart, Mr. Stabler." she took a hesitant deep breath, running the scenarios of the trip through her head. "I'll have to make arrangements ahead of time. I don't want Monique to think that I suddenly dropped off the face of the Earth."

"Obviously," he scoffed. "I'm not gonna throw a bag over your head and kidnap you just so you can relax for five minutes in Greece. We'll take some time to prepare, and that way I can have my place all set up and ready for our arrival."

"You have a place in Santorini?" she asked in disbelief.

His chuckle rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her cheek. "It's a quaint little place, I promise. It's like a villa, you'll love it."

She allowed herself one more moment of ignorant bliss as if her mind wasn't made up before she sighed. "Well, then I guess we're going to Santorini."

"Geez, don't sound too excited," he said with feigned hurt.

She laughed, swatting his chest with her palm. "I'm kidding, El. I'm excited, don't worry. You're right, it's been a stressful few weeks and maybe a few days away can do us both a world of good. But I mean it when I say that it better include a mimosa and some very pleasing international sex."

His arms wrapped tighter around her as he leaned down to kiss the crown of her head. "When hasn't the sex been pleasing? Do I need to prove myself again tonight?"

She laughed harder that time, feeling him bury his face into the top of her hair. "Calm down, Tiger." she patted her hand against him. "Not tonight. I think I'm maxed out on pleasing sex for the night, but that could change by morning."

She could feel the smirk that returned to his face. "Oh, I'm counting on it."