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13 July 2008 @ 12:54 pm
[Rp det_lassiter] Walking in Memphis  
    She stepped off the plane, and for a moment, didn't know what to do next.  It wasn't as if she was here to meet someone right away, I mean she was here to meet someone, it's just that his flight didn't get in for another hour and a half.  So she stood in the concourse for a few minutes trying to get her head on straight, she hadn't slept much the night before so she was slow to wake up.  When the second person bumped into her, she finally got moving, she grabbed her luggage and headed out to grab a taxi.  The ride to the hotel was short, and after she checked in, she took a hot shower, relaxing fully after the flight.

Wrapping herself in one of the white fuzzy towels that the hotel provided, walking to her suit case, she took out the clothes she would wear later that day.  Amongst the clothes was Mr. Wolf the fox, she thought it would be a good idea to bring him along so he could pick up Carlton's scent.  Grinning, she took the stuffed animal, and walked to the bed.  Sitting down on the edge of the king sized bed and thought seriously about getting dressed and finding herself a cup of coffee. 

Really, seriously, except that her constant yawning seemed to cut into any real motivation she had for getting up and doing it.  When she laid down it was only going to be for a few minutes, really, just closing her eyes till she had to go back to the airport.  She wanted to meet him at the airport, Oh, she was aware that he could meet her at the hotel, he knew the hotel and it was just a cab ride away.  But still, she wanted to see him, but as soon as her eyes closed she fell into a deep sleep.  What was suppose to be only a short nap, turned into a long one.  The time for her to get up came and went, followed closely by Carlton's arrival time, and still she remained asleep.

[ooc:  Bendy time and all that fun stuff.]
 
 
Current Mood: tiredtired
 
 
 
Detective Carlton Lassiter: all that jazzdet_lassiter on July 20th, 2008 10:56 am (UTC)
Her hot breath ghosted over his skin and the warmth spread over him, inside him. It felt like it was warming his heart. Even California nights could get cold, and he could wrap himself in his gown, bury himself in his sheets and still feel cold deep inside. Not even a scotch nightcap could warm his heart. But now he had found someone with the ability to warm him all the way to his soul; he was unwilling to ever give Olivia up now that he had her.

The first touch of her mouth to his nipple pulled a soft, gasping "Ahhh..." from him. He squirmed a little beneath, not at all intended to remove her lips and tongue from the sensitive flesh, but unable to help himself. It reminded him of the weight straddling him, a teaser for what was to come. Sliding his hands up her arms and around the elegant curve of her shoulder and neck, he buried his fingers in her slightly damp hair, urging her ministrations on.

He couldn't hold back the buck of his hips when her palm found his cock. He wanted to go slow, he wanted this to last, so that they could drink in every part of each other's touch and taste, but in that second his need overrode and couldn't stop himself from seeking out more pressure and friction.

"Oh, Olivia," he muttered lowly as he forced himself relax back and take her touch as she gave it to him. "You make me lose myself."
Detective Olivia Benson: brown eyesdetoliviasvu on July 20th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC)
There was an odd, intense, yet peaceful feeling that came with worshiping his body. The act gave her a task, she was suppose to find every inch of him she hadn't before and give it the proper attention it deserved. She was suppose to find what made him groan, or what made him pull away. Each inch of firm, hot skin was to be analyzed and categorized, filed away for some later purpose. And while it sounded very clinical inside her head, the act of gathering data was anything but.

As the heat between them intensified she completely forgot about the humming A/C unit that had previously made her back side a little too cold for comfort. She was completely absorbed in making him feel good, her tongue lathed his nipple, making sure it turned into a hard point under her tongue before switching to the other one. She applied the same treatment to it, dragging her teeth over the flesh, sucking lightly as she hummed in the back of her throat.

His words broke through her worship trance and she slowly opened her eyes. Lifting her head she spoke softly, her voice heavy with lust and need. "Now you know how I feel when I am with you, when I look into your eyes." Bowing her head once more, she went back to sucking on him. Her fingers lessened their pressure against him, her nails dragging up and down his length through his shorts. He wanted nice and slow, that's what she would give him, with some teasing thrown in for good measure.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: croondet_lassiter on July 20th, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
His breathing was heavy. Not panting, but deep, measured, pulling in oxygen until he felt light headed. Or maybe she was the one making him feel light headed.

Part of him could lie there all night, slowly writhing and moaning under her touch. The woman was a siren, he was sure of it now, and he was lost. He couldn't think of a better way to go. Mostly because he couldn't really think right now. But the other part of him was craving a more active role in proceedings. He was starting to develop an urge to lick and taste her skin, and that wasn't going to happen like this.

With more of a rock than a buck, he lifted his hips again, this time levering them over as he wrapped his arms around her. Settling over her, he smiled down at the away her hair fell in disarray over the pillow, at the soft, surprised expression on her face. Dipping down, he caught her lips with his and kissed her.
Detective Olivia Benson: Heelsdetoliviasvu on July 20th, 2008 11:01 pm (UTC)
Her eyes widened as she found herself on her back, and for a moment she panicked. In one zone and then in another she fought to switch gears and be okay with his taking charge of the situation. Surging up under him she bucked her hips grabbing at his shoulder blades. Her nails dug into his back and she bucked again before slowly settling down under his mouth. When her heart started to slow she opened her mouth to him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

He wasn't going to do something bad to her and she needed to remember that. It was insane to think anything else, and as she groaned in the kiss she stroked his back where her nails had been. Trying to soothe his skin she spread her legs for him, cradling his torso between her legs. This was good, the solid weight over her.