Oblivious
Prompt: You never realized just how attracted you were to Det. Stabler until he finds you alone at a bar on Valentines Day.
You checked the time for the fourth time out of boredom in the 20 minutes you had been sitting at the crowded dive bar. It was half past 10 and all the cute couples were out getting drinks and cuddling with each other, making you sneer inwardly. Secretly, you were jealous.
You hadn't a Valentine's for the last 2 years, all of your "situationships" never making it far enough into the year, hence the reason you were there by yourself sipping on tequila and soda.
The alternative was sitting at home continuing your binge watching of reality tv or going over recent case files, but you felt like torturing yourself tonight. You were dressed in a form fitting black dress, flattering all your curves and some simple heels to go with it. You didn't bother with makeup or a fancy hairdo, you weren't trying to make a statement. Just maybe hoping to catch a distraction.
So far the only man that wanted to converse with you was the bartender whenever your drink was getting low. Another phone check, the only notification showing was a reminder to take your birth control.
"I thought I saw you sitting over here," a familiar voice spoke beside you. Turning to look, you saw Elliot Stabler take a seat at the stool next to you, motioning over to the bartender.
You gave him an unenthusiastic smile, fiddling with your glass. "Yeah, I'm sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all these lovesick couples."
You stole a glance at his attire as he ordered with the bartender, black leather jacket and denim jeans that always fit him just right. You both worked in the same precinct but rarely spoke with each other, only really seeing each other in passing.
"So you waiting for someone?" he inquired, taking a sip of the amber liquid you only assumed was a whiskey of some sort.
Your answer was short and cryptic, if not slightly provocative, not wanting to get in the conversation of your love life. "Depends on who comes over."
He chuckled, flashing a grin and nodding in understanding. "And how's that working out for you?"
You didn't know whether to give him a smile or glare at his jab, ending up deciding on rolling your eyes and finishing what was left in your drink. "Fantastic. Wanna a shot?"
He seemed hesitant to answer, looking down at his drink, most likely debating whether staying here doing shots with you was worth it. But instead of waiting for his answer, you were already ordering two shots of tequila, sliding one over to him along with a lime.
"Cheers." You raised your glass towards his, waiting till he ultimately picked it up and met yours, clinking and throwing it back, immediately making a face.
"Shit, that's terrible," he cursed, coughing a bit afterwards. His dramatic reaction had you laughing as you bit into your lime, lessening the sharp aftertaste.
"The lime helps. It's alright, you'll do better on the next one."
He shook his head, "Absolutely not. I'd rather chew rocks than do another one of those. You're crazy."
You shrugged in slight agreeance. "Maybe just a little."
In the couple of minutes that he had joined you, the bar had gotten slightly more crowded, a small line of awaiting patrons beginning to form behind the two of you. You didn't care much when they would hand their card over you to the bartender but once a guy decided to push his way between you and Stabler so that he could order, you became annoyed.
"You know, the words excuse me go long way," you chastised, only getting a pompous smirk from him.
"How about I buy you a drink. Would that make you feel better sweetcheeks?"
You didn't get a chance to retort before Stabler's hand clapped on his shoulder, shoving him back. "I think you backing up would be a better idea."
The guy smacked his hand away, proceeding to take a step into his space, challenging him. Without missing a beat, Stabler stood up from his seat, easily towering over the guy and smirking as the guy faltered, ready to throw a punch.
"Hey," you interrupted, putting a hand on his forearm and facing the douche, trying to deescalate the situation. "Just order your drink. We were leaving anyways."
You snagged Stabler's whiskey and pulled him away from the area, heading over to the pool tables on the other side of the bar and sitting down at a table.
"Look at you, one shot of tequila and you're ready to start a bar fight," you joked, attempting to lighten his mood. With one final glare at the guy, he turned to you and cracked a small smile.
"Sorry bout that. I just can't stand guys like that."
"All good, he had it coming. You interested in a game?" you motioned to the empty pool table. "I've got quarters."
"Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll rack em."
Once the quarters were deposited, he racked the balls up as you picked two of the least beat up pool sticks. You made sure he broke first, not wanting to embarrass yourself right off the bat.
"So you pretty much know why I came here, but what's your motive coming here?" you asked him after missing your shot. Slowly walking over to your side while analyzing the table and balls, he took his own shot, making two balls in before facing you, less than a foot away. You never realized just how big he was until you were looking up at him, barely reaching chest height. It was intimidating and hot.
"I don't know. Maybe looking for something similar."
The way you noticed his eyes glance down at your lips for just a second after he said that, made your heart beat twice as fast. If it wasn't for the loud bass music playing from the speakers, you'd swear he'd hear it beating out of your chest.
Your words were low, spoken almost as if you were in a trance, which honestly wasn't too far from the truth. "Huh. Funny how we'd coincidentally meet here on Valentines Day, both without a Valentine's."
"Yeah. Funny," he responded.
You matched his stare for only a couple of seconds before running out of confidence, stepping back to take your next shot, completely forgetting which balls were yours. To be completely honest, you had never thought about going after Stabler. You actually had always assumed him and his partner had something going on between them. But as your game continued and you observed him, especially once he shed his jacket, showing off his muscular frame, you were thinking more and more about it.
"You win," he announced after accidentally making the 8 ball in. There's no way either one of you were actually trying to win, focused more on checking each other out as each of you leaned down to take a shot than actually making it. As he took a seat at the table, you sat next to him instead of across, testing the waters.
Your move was answered in less than a second as his large hand gently rested on your thigh, almost covering it completely. You both looked at each other, the tension so thick you could choke on it. It wasn't until his other hand came to cup your face that you caved and leaned in to kiss him. It started out gentle, both of you not sure what the other wanted but as you felt his hand on your thigh slide in a little and tighten it's grip, it was clear.
Both of your tongues explored each others mouth, only pulling away once you were both out of breath. His eyes were dark with desire and you were sure you had the words fuck me all over your face.
Dipping his head to your ear, he whispered, "Wanna get out of here?"
It didn't take much time after you nodded your head for him to pay both of your tabs and escort you outside.
"You drive here?" he asked, your hand still in his, the brisk winter air biting at your exposed skin.
"No, took a taxi. Didn't want to drink and drive."
"We'll take my car." Wrapping his leather jacket around your shoulders, you both walked a street down to where he was parked. Before you could reach for the door handle, he caged you up against the SUV, kissing you more intensely than in the bar. You reciprocated the effort, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
You felt his hands circle your waist, slowly trailing down to cup and squeeze your ass, making you moan.
He pulled away, leaving you breathless and opened the backseat door. "Get in." His voice was rugged and it took less than a thought to obey immediately. Once you were in, he followed suit, closing the door behind him and locking the car, tossing his keys and holstered weapon into the center console.
He positioned himself in the middle seat, pulling you to straddle his waist and remove the jacket covering you.
"As unbelievable as it is, I'm glad no man came to buy you a drink tonight," he murmured, planting small kisses along your neck and collar bone, making you grind your core into his instinctively, arching your neck for better access. Your neck was one of the most sensitive parts of your body and knew he figured it out from the slight grin you felt against your skin.
You pulled his neatly tucked long sleeve from his waistband and over his head, displaying his broad chest and toned abs. You gave him your own kisses along his neck as he pulled your dress straps down, exposing your breasts, his hands grasping and kneading them.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he praised, pulling you in for another kiss. At this point, your panties were soaked from all the teasing and you wouldn't be surprised if you'd left a spot on his jeans.
Feeling bold, you gave his lip a bite, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave it red and he growled in pleasure. After that, he grabbed your dress, bunching it up so that it was above your hips and unbuckled his belt.
As he undid his jeans and pulled his cock out which was hard and ready, you slid down to crouch between his legs, grateful for the roomy SUV backseat. He watched, lips parted slightly, eyes looking expectantly down at you as you eagerly took him in your mouth, a shudder escaping him, his fingers running through your hair to hold your head.
Bobbing up and down, you reveled in the groans and occasional curse coming from him, egging you on and making you wetter than ever. You swirled your tongue over his tip before taking him as deep as you could, his hips jerking in response.
"You keep going, I'm gonna come," he spoke out of breath, halting your ministrations. "Come here."
You crawled back on top of him, him pushing your soaked panties to the side and guiding his length in, letting you sink all the way down, making you moan a little louder than you expected. You forgot you were in the backseat of his car on a public street for a second but the thought was fleeting as he moved your hips to grind into him, feeling him fill you so deliciously.
"You feel so perfect sweetheart." His breathing was ragged, his bare skin hot to the touch as the surrounding space in the car became steamy. The pace was slow and steady, you letting out breathy sighs every time he whispered in your ear, praising and encouraging you.
When your movements became faster, your hand reaching down to circle your clit trying to chase your approaching orgasm, you felt him grip your hips and ask, "You wanna come for me?"
All you could do was shake your head yes, practically panting as words could do not justice, your hands holding onto his shoulders.
"Go ahead then baby. Come all over me."
The both of you worked together, picking up the pace, him thrusting his hips upwards and you slamming back down on him until you were coming hard, your fingertips digging into his skin, most likely leaving marks.
"Fuck, just like that baby. I'm gonna come," he stuttered, throwing his head against your neck and following you into his own orgasm, holding you tight and still.
You rested your head against his shoulder, both of your bodies slick with a layer of sweat while you both slowly caught your breaths.
"There should be a towel in my gym bag," he spoke but neither one of you moved to grab it. You just took a minute, enjoying the close proximity before giving him one last kiss before moving.
The cleanup was easy enough and neither one of you looked too terrible once you exited the car and got in your respectable seats. He drove you to your house, the windows down in order to cool both of you off and walked you to your front stoop.
"This was probably one of the most fun Valentine's Days I've ever had. And not just because of the sex," he admitted with a chuckle.
You smiled back, unlocking your door and stepping in before holding the door open a little wider, throwing him a look.
"It doesn't have to end yet if you don't want it to."
He bit his lip in temptation, grabbing his keys from his pocket before locking his car and following you in.
