In Another Life {BENSLER}
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of rape, Hetero sex/ romance, pregnancy/infertility, SMUT
Requested by @mariskasangelss
I met Elliot Stabler in the spring of 1988. We had both just started the police academy, and he was cocky, but in a way that was still attractive. We flirted for a while, hung out on weekends. He took me to a few cop bars, and before I knew it, we were madly and deeply in love.
Elliot quickly became my best friend and my biggest cheerleader. He helped me fight to be where I am today– The youngest and the first female captain of the Special Victims Unit. It also means I get to boss Elliot around all day, though he usually tells me how he feels about it later when we’re at home.
I love coming home with him at the end of a particularly stressful day. I can just leave everything at the door and go to bed with my husband. It is the perfect balance of life and work for us. And I know Elliot loves it, too.
After a stressful day of the chief breathing down my neck every chance he got, I am glad to be kicking off my shoes. Elliot finished his shift much earlier than me today, and the house smells divine. I groan happily, following the scent of what I’m hoping is a yummy Italian home-cooked meal, and my eyes land on him first. My gorgeous husband, brown hair dishevelled and wet from the shower, his shirt so tight I can see his back muscles from across the room, humming to the radio while he cooks.
“Well, hello,” I say, leaning against the door frame. Elliot’s face lights up when he turns around to look at me.
“Good evening, Captain,” he says. “Just in time. Come taste this.”
I glide across the kitchen and into his arms, and he slides the wooden spoon into my mouth. The flavours explode on my tongue, and I moan at the hint of spice and something else. “God, El, that’s divine.”
“I got a new cookbook,” he grins. Elliot loves cooking, and he’s so good at it. I truly have been blessed with the most amazing husband.”It’s called ‘What to cook when you’re expecting.’ I thought I’d get a head start and practice some of the meals now.”
I feel my heart sink. Not because I don’t want to have a baby with Elliot, of course, I do, but we’ve been trying for almost a year, and every time he gets excited, my body just disappoints him again.
“El, we talked about this,” I sigh, removing my jacket.
“I know, baby,” he says, sliding his hands around my waist. “But most people actually get pregnant once they stop trying,” he grins. He presses a tender kiss to my cheek. “It’s going to happen soon, I just know it.”
I smile at him, because what else do I say? It’s not going to happen if he keeps buying baby books and cooking food for expectant mothers.
“Go sit down,” he says. “It’s almost ready.”
You head to the fridge first and grab a bottle of Moscato. You reach for a glass and pour one for yourself. Elliot frowns, and you raise your brow. “What? If we’re not trying anymore, I can have wine again,” you say. “Want one?”
“No,” he says. “I know we aren’t officially trying, but you should still treat your body like a temple, or any potential babies won’t want to live there.”
“Elliot, let me have my wine.”
He holds his hands up in defence, and I strut to the table, sipping the forbidden drink. This isn’t how I expected my evening to go. I thought I’d be able to decompress at home, not end up even more stressed. Elliot plates up the pasta and pours his new sauce over it. He slides a bowl in front of me and rubs my back.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
“Me too,” I tell him. All I want is to give this man his baby, but my body has other ideas. Stupid body. My mother got pregnant from being r*ped, one time. She envied me for it, and somehow I found myself envying her for it, too. For being able to get pregnant so easily, without even trying. It was unfair. Life was unfair sometimes.
Dinner was spectacular, because of course it was. I offered to do the dishes, but Elliot wouldn’t let me. He kissed me hungrily, got me all worked up, and then told me to go and have a bath.
So here I am now, surrounded by bubbles and candles as I lie back in our large tub. One of the first things we did when we bought our new place was have the bathroom redone, and a bigger tub installed. I love soaking with Elliot after a long day. I wish he were with me now. I sigh as I sink into the water, and when I open my eyes, there he is. I smile, he smiles back, and then he starts to remove his clothes. I slide forward so he can slip in behind me, and he does.
He kisses the back of my neck, and I whimper, leaning back against him so my back is to his chest. “I love you,” he whispers, kissing my neck again.
“I love you, Elliot,” I say, gasping as he reaches a hand around to cup one of my breasts. He rubs his thumb over my stiff nipple and squeezes it. I press back into him harder now, and I can feel the evidence of how turned on he’s getting just from touching a boob. He’s such a man, it makes me smile. “Elliot,” I moan, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand between my legs. He grins against my ear, and he gets harder against my back as he slides his rough hand against my pussy.
He uses two fingers to open me up, and I moan as he thrusts them inside of me. My arm shoots up to hold his head against my neck, and I writhe as he starts to finger me slowly. “Elliot,” I moan again. His thumb ghosts over my clit, and I whine, needing more. He chuckles against my ear and begins to rub my clit in circles while he fingers me.
“Such a needy girl,” he whispers, his voice rough and sexy. It does things to me, and I feel myself getting wetter from his words. “Fuck, sweetheart, you just gushed for me. My good girl.”
“Ohh, El,” I moan, feeling the tightness growing in my belly. “I’m coming,” I gasp, legs closing around his hand as my orgasm hits me hard. He kisses my shoulder and helps me ride out the climax, his fingers still moving slowly inside of me. I spin around in the bath, and I straddle him reverse cowgirl.
“Fuck me, Mr Stabler,” I beg, kissing him deeply as he lines his hard cock with my entrance. It still takes me by surprise when he enters me, even after all these years, and I moan against his mouth.
“Christ, Liv,” he groans, thrusting into me. “So wet, you dirty girl.”
“Yes, Daddy, only for you,” I moan. My hands find his shoulders, and I begin to rock my hips against him, chasing another high. Water sloshes around us, our moans mingle and echo around the tiled room, and we kiss like we might die if we stop. Everything else aside, we have always had an amazing sex life. It has never felt like a chore, even when we were sticking to an ovulation schedule.
“Liv,” he moans. “I’m close, honey.”
“Me too,” I tell him, riding him harder. I feel him sputter inside of me, shooting his load deep inside, and I come so hard I collapse against his body.
“Mrs Stabler, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says, kissing my sweaty hair. “Let’s get washed, I’m not done with you yet.”
“You think you can handle more?” I tease him, climbing off his body so we can get washed.
“I can always handle more of that sweet pussy, Olivia,” he grins.
And he’s not wrong. He helps me wash my hair, massaging my scalp so well I feel myself getting worked up again. He towel dries my body, always wanting an excuse to touch me, and then he lays me down gently on our bed.
He hovers over me, his muscular arms holding him up as he kisses me hungrily. I have to use brute force, but I flip us over, taking Elliot by surprise. I kiss down his body, over his chest and down his abs. I breathe hot air over his cock, and it twitches. I grin, kissing the head, and he hisses excitedly. “Liv, you don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I say, holding the appendage in one hand while I slide my mouth over it. Elliot groans, and I take him deep in my mouth. I bob my head up and down, pumping him with my hand at the same time. The sounds I’m making are obscene, and he reaches for my hand.
“Enough, Liv,” he begs. “I wanna fuck you again, and if you keep doing that, I’ll come in your mouth.”
“I wouldn’t complain,” I say as I remove him from my mouth with a pop. He grabs me by the waist, and I giggle as he flips me onto my stomach. He pushes my ass cheeks open and glides into me from behind with a hard thrust. I moan, gripping the sheets. He hits so deep from this angle, and he thrusts so hard, with such passion. Our bodies slap together, the noise louder than my moans. It is so fucking sexy. I back my hips up into him a bit more, and he hits so deep I think I might split open.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he grunts. “You’re so tight.”
“Feels so good,” I moan, my orgasm hitting so suddenly it takes me by surprise. I moan into my pillow, and he smacks my ass, his breathing becoming more ragged. “Put a baby in me, Elliot,” I say, hoping he finds it sexy. And he does, he moans. God, his moans are so sexy. The sounds he is making are enough to bring me to the edge again, and my whole body shakes as we both find release together. He keeps thrusting, grunting until I’ve milked him of every drop, and then he collapses on top of me, pushing me down into the mattress.
“I love you, Olivia,” he says, kissing my shoulder as he pulls out. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest, kissing my head. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
And I don’t have to be told twice. I am so deeply relaxed from the many orgasms that I feel like butter, melting into the sheets. I snuggle against Elliot, and I have the best night's sleep I have had in a long time.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/412518183-in-another-life-bensler
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86676111
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