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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: oliviadet_lassiter on July 13th, 2008 04:36 pm (UTC)
The disappointment that Olivia wasn't waiting for him at his arrival gate stabbed at him harder than he'd ever admit. He honestly had thought that she'd be there. Most of the flight had been spent in anticipation for the moment when he'd see her again. He'd been playing the moment over in his mind; some cheesy slushy movie style reunion where he gathered her up into his arms and they kissed, and of course, there wouldn't really be music playing and the world wouldn't shift into soft focus, but maybe it would, just for him.

Snorting to himself, he made his way out to find a cab; it was probably better that she wasn't there. He'd have been disillusioned when the cartoon bunny didn't start flinging rose petals at them. Part of him even tried to convince himself that he was glad she wasn't there, that she was independent and not hanging around for him. He didn't need a trophy to hang off his arm, he loved her because she was strong and didn't need him. It made it all the more special that she wanted him, regardless.

Yeah. Still, he felt deflated that they weren't already cuddled up together, sharing the cab to the hotel.

Checking in and making his way up to his room, he couldn't help wonder where she was. The flight wasn't delayed and apparently, Olivia was already checked in. Perhaps she hadn't been able to wait for him before going out to sate her craving for barbeque. He chuckled a bit to himself at the thought.

Whatever he'd been thinking, he hadn't been prepared for the sight that greeted him in the room. She looked so peaceful, like a lost angel wrapped modestly in the white towel. The russet fur of the familiar soft toy poked out from where she clutched it to her.

Carefully dropping his bags, he crossed the room to the bed. Almost reluctant to wake her, but selfishly wanting his share of her peace, he laid a gentle hand on her bare shoulder.

"Hey..." His voice was a soft murmer against her ear. "... 'Livia.... sweetheart...."
Detective Olivia Benson: Cell phone late nightdetoliviasvu on July 13th, 2008 06:27 pm (UTC)
In her dream a very large version of Droopy the dog was sitting on her lap telling her about the bull fight when all of a sudden the dog was whispering in her ear. It wouldn't have been any weirder then the rest of the dream except his voice sounded like Carlton's, but that wasn't right, Carlton was still in mid flight. Wasn't he? Then it all came back to her, the airport, the nap, the suspicious lack of noise and the heat on her shoulder. Inhaling hard, she opened her eyes and sat up a little, her fingers going to her hair that had falling across her face as she slept.

Carlton wasn't still the air, he was sitting right there, on the edge of the bed watching her with those blue eyes, looking more handsome then she had ever seen. The first thing she thought was how stupid she was for not setting an alarm, and dammit she wanted to meet him at the airport. But she had missed that moment, and now here was another one, so before she would say something stupid, she would collect herself.

Sitting up, she adjusted the towel around her and gave him a bit of a sleepy, apologetic smile. She wouldn't start this vacation out with excuses or apologies, those would come later. All she wanted now was him, to be close to him, to hold him and kiss him all those time she couldn't but desperately wanted to. Her palm pressed against his jaw and slowly she lent forward and kissed his mouth. "I love you, Carlton."

Just as promised, the first thing she would say to him when they saw each other again.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: all that jazzdet_lassiter on July 14th, 2008 03:25 am (UTC)
Closing his eyes at the kiss, he sighed out a silent breath. The world didn't go into soft focus and the violins didn't start, it was so much better than that, it was real. He'd been waiting so long for this moment, when Olivia was with him again, now that it had come he wanted to soak it up until nothing else existed in his world except this beautiful, sleep mussed girl and her mouth against his.

The words took his breath away. He smiled, arms wrapping around her, one hand sliding up her back to comb through the hair at the base of her skull and cradle her head.

"I love you too, Olivia." He kissed her softly, pulling back briefly to shake his head a little. "I've missed you so much."

Now that he had her back with him, he wasn't going to let go again. Not even if she wanted to get dressed.

Edited at 2008-07-14 07:25 am (UTC)
Detective Olivia Benson: Sleeplessdetoliviasvu on July 14th, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
She let him hold her, going a little limp under his lips and his strong arms. He made her feel so soft, so vulnerable, and that was completely different then how she normally was. Truth be told she had been fighting and hard her whole life, and now, being with him, it was like a much needed vacation from the facade of control. When he said the words she longed to hear from him, she whimpered softly. It was perfect.

Pulling Mr. Wolf from between them, she set it aside to allow them to get closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she smiled at him once more, this one a bit more alert, aware that she was with the man she loved. "Oh I missed you too, so much. Why did it take us this much time to see each other again?" Her fingers stroked the back of his head, and then pulled him down into a light kiss.

The question didn't really need to be answered, he was here, and that's all that mattered. As she laid down on the bed, she took him with her, one long leg wrapped around him. No matter how cute Mr. Wolf was, he was no replacement for the real thing.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: sexydet_lassiter on July 14th, 2008 07:57 pm (UTC)
"Because we're stubborn, and gluttons for punishment." He smiled as he found himself sinking onto the bed with her.

He settled alongside her, but keeping as much of his body in contact with hers as possible. His fingers gently shifted stray hair from her forehead, the auburn locks feathery against his hand.

Shifting his gaze to her eyes, he let out a soft breath. "How have I managed to get through every day without you there by my side?"

He really didn't know. How did he do it before he met Olivia? There'd been a lot more scotch involved, he knew that much... Maybe there still was some drink, but not to get oblivious any longer, not when he wanted the clarity to be able to talk to her on the phone at least.

Edited at 2008-07-14 11:58 pm (UTC)
Detective Olivia Benson: brown eyesdetoliviasvu on July 14th, 2008 08:03 pm (UTC)
"Nothing wrong with being stubborn, but I am tired of getting beat up," she informed him with a grin. When he relaxed on the bed, she cuddled up close, her eyes half open she let her hands explore him, getting use to the man next to her.

As he spoke again she opened her eyes and reached up to touch his cheek. Shaking her head, she realized that she didn't have an answer for him, at least not a good one, she suffered from the same problem. She had made herself miserable not being with him, pretending that she was detached and independent. In all honesty she had been miserable. "I don't know, but you won't have to do it any more. You can't get rid of me now."

She was teasing him, a little, but half of her wondered if he would one day get rid of her. That wasn't something to think about, not now. Leaning up she kissed him once more, getting lost in his mouth that was much better and safer then getting lost in her own thoughts.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: oral fixationdet_lassiter on July 14th, 2008 08:27 pm (UTC)
For a few moments, he let the kiss deepen. Eyes falling shut, he threw himself into it, revelling in the missed intimacy. Her touch had been the thing he was missing all month, that and her taste, and the shape of her body. His hand smoothed down the towel-clad curves of her side as if trying to commit them back to memory .

The thought formed from the words she'd spoken and grew from there. If niggled at the back of his mind. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't important enough to break the kiss, to interrupt this moment. He could wait and ask over dinner. Only it was important. So important that he felt apprehensive that the answer she would give wouldn't be what he hoped for.

Pulling back, he searched her eyes. "So you haven't changed your mind? You're going to come to Santa Barbara permanently?"
Detective Olivia Benson: leaning red sweaterdetoliviasvu on July 14th, 2008 08:34 pm (UTC)
When he pulled back, she groaned with longing, her lips still tingling from their kiss. No matter what memories she kept of their being together, their kisses, or his touch, it was never as good as the real thing. He was something too good to be a memory, or even a fantasy, and she had a vivid imagination.

Her head on the pillow she looked at him, her fingers combing through his dark hair as she thought about the question. It was a huge step, massive, she hadn't lived outside of New York . . . well ever. She would have to give up her job, and her friends to move across country. She would have to give up a lot. The question was, was he worth it?

Finally, she nodded and kissed his forehead. "I haven't changed my mind, I want to be with you. I've already started looking for a transfer over there." It was her little surprise, but she wasn't sure how he would actually take it.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: grindet_lassiter on July 15th, 2008 03:47 am (UTC)
Words failed him, which in itself wasn't such an unusual occurrence, but now he found that he couldn't even find the breath to speak. It was like he'd been winded, but in the best possible way, as a butterfly feeling of excitement somersaulted inside of him.

When everything else failed him, he expressed the torrent of joy he felt the only way he could. He kissed her. Tender, but passionate, his hands coming to bury fingertips in her hair, his body rocking to press over her a little.

Panting slightly from the rush, he closed his eyes and drew back. With their foreheads touching, mouth still so tantalisingly close to her, the words finally came.

"You've made me so happy, Olivia."
Detective Olivia Benson: Heelsdetoliviasvu on July 15th, 2008 08:19 am (UTC)
"I am glad, really, really glad," she laughed breathlessly against his mouth. "Otherwise this would have been a really awkward moment." She tried to be relaxed, at ease but she wasn't, anything but and her trembling body gave that away. They had both taken a risk and it had paid off, but it could have turned out oh so differently.

Groaning in frustration at her own thoughts, she pushed herself up hard against him, claiming his mouth in another kiss. Pushing herself off the bed, she rolled both of them on to his back, grinning as she did so. When she was correctly settled on his hips, she sat up and brushed hair away from her face as she held the towel to her chest.

"Well, well, it looks like I finally caught the big bad wolf. Have I managed to domesticate you, Mr. Wolf?"
Detective Carlton Lassiter: sexydet_lassiter on July 15th, 2008 11:43 am (UTC)
Grinning up at her, (wolfishly? He couldn't help wondering, the thought enough to make him snort in amusement), he reached out and cupped his hands over her hips.

"Oh, huff puff!" He sighed playfully. "What is a big bad wolf to do?"

He wiggled a bit, hips rising to make her bob up and down a little in a way that made him want to laugh. His mood was so lifted, everything around him seemed light. It was such a rare occurance in his life, but of course it would be Olivia that would bring out this side of him.

"For the chance to spend the rest of his life with the beautiful Ms. Hood, Mr Wolf would even wear a collar and nametag."

Okay... He hadn't meant that to sound so kinky... Nevermind.
Detective Olivia Bensondetoliviasvu on July 15th, 2008 11:58 am (UTC)
When he bucked his hips she bounced, causing her to laugh and grab at his shirt. Leaning down, she gave him a sly grin, to easily picturing him in a collar and tags. It was an interesting mental image and given their previous conversations about pain and domination she wondered if he would even go for it. Maybe not.

"Maybe, if you behave, I'll get you a nice collar for your birthday." Very lightly she brushed her lips over his throat as she spoke, carefully nuzzling his neck. "So everyone will know you belong to little red riding hood."

She didn't mean to get like this, not really. The last thing she wanted was for him to think that all she wanted him for was sex. At first that might have been the case, but things had changed. So now she was caught between necking and having serious conversation.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: drunkdet_lassiter on July 15th, 2008 12:36 pm (UTC)
The light growl he made was mostly involuntary, a reaction to the attention paid to his neck. It shifted into a moan as he arched his head back to give her better access. His arms wrapping around her body to pull her close.

There were other ways you could let people know that you belong to someone... The words were almost out his mouth before he stopped himself. No. Now wasn't the time to start voicing that kind of thing, not when he'd not even taken the time to think about it himself. Olivia was already taking a massive leap to live with him, scaring her off with impulsive thoughts was not the way to go forward.

Though, she'd already said that she could see her having children with him... But all that was a conversation to have when they weren't both horizontal.
Detective Olivia Bensondetoliviasvu on July 15th, 2008 12:52 pm (UTC)
His growl sent shivers down her spine, good Lord it drove her crazy, and out of instinct she pressed her hips down against his as she laid against his chest. She was busy nuzzling and lightly nipping at his throat when she heard his words. Pausing for a moment she thought about them carefully.

She could remember very clearly the night they chatted about getting married, having children. For some reason she always thought that he wasn't interested in getting remarried, but perhaps she had been wrong.

Turning her head, she kissed his mouth lightly and opened her eyes to gaze down at him. "You're right, there are, but right now I'm just looking to see if you can be house broken." She winked at him, grinning good naturedly. The talk didn't scare her off, not yet, but much like Carlton's thinking, it was probably not a discussion to have when this close.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: grindet_lassiter on July 16th, 2008 01:32 pm (UTC)
He nodded, glad that his impulsive slip hadn't sent her backing away to the other side of the room. She wasn't jumping up and down shouting "yes! Yes!" either, which was good. Some women were prone to taking so much as an offer of coffee at the end of an evening as a proposal of marriage.

He was wary about thinking such thoughts, but it really did feel like they operated on the same wavelength, wanted the same things.

"I can promise you I'm very well trained, but there's still plenty of chance for you to teach an old wolf new tricks." Skimming his hand down her back, he smiled up her. "Now, one of us needs to do something about their clothing situation..." He raised his eyebrows a little and licked the corner of his mouth expectantly.
Detective Olivia Benson: Over the shoulderdetoliviasvu on July 16th, 2008 01:39 pm (UTC)
"I've always wanted to give a wolf a lesson," she smirked and ran her fingers through his hair before she sat up on top of him. An eyebrow raised and she looked down at her towel clad self and then him in substantially more clothing. Taking on an innocent look she fixed the cotton towel around her more securely.

"Oh, should I get dressed, is there something you want to go out and do?" It was hard to keep up the innocent facade, especially with him between her legs and really nothing between them but his slacks. If they weren't careful she would embarrass herself by getting him wet.

Slowly she started to climb off of him, giving him more then ample time to grab her. "I'll get dressed . . ."
Detective Carlton Lassiter: you didn't...det_lassiter on July 16th, 2008 02:09 pm (UTC)
"I'm a fast learner," he returned her smirk, tilting his head into her touch with a soft hum of pleasure.

God, she was driving him crazy. It shouldn't have surprised him; she did this to him every time her saw her without fail, but the last thing he'd expected was to find himself lying beneath her within an hour and a half of landing. Granted, perhaps that was where his imagination had failed him - in the time span at least. He'd thought plenty about finding himself in similar situations during the course of their visit.

That look wasn't fooling him, not for one second. His impression of her being an angel had slipped away pretty much as she woke up, not that he minded at all. And then she actually started to move off him...

"Oh-ho! No you don't..." He shook his head, his mouth forming an "o" shape in mock outrage. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand, not pulling but pausing her. "I was feeling far too over dressed for what I want to do."
Detective Olivia Benson: white dressdetoliviasvu on July 16th, 2008 04:35 pm (UTC)
"Ohhh," she raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to do, Mr. Wolf?" She knew full well what he wanted to do because she wanted to do it too, but she wanted to hear it from him. Hearing it over the phone was one thing, but face to face, right up close was something all together different.

Leaning forward, she kissed him lightly, her lips teasingly soft over his. Barely brushing them as he worked to get his shirt off. If he wanted to be naked she wasn't going to stop him. He was an amazingly attractive man, and she liked nothing better then to watch him react to her kisses over his chest.

As she slid her hands over his chest she thought about things she wanted to do to him. There had been moments before, when she had almost worked up the courage to blow him, but when she got close to the waist band of his slacks she would panic and pull back. He never seemed to question this, but she felt bad that she couldn't give him everything.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: croondet_lassiter on July 16th, 2008 06:05 pm (UTC)
His breathing was steady but heavy as her weight shifted back over him. Taking the time to slip out of his shirt and toss it to the side, he thought about what he wanted. Not that it was a tough question to answer, but for the first time in their relationship he found himself in a position where he could answer in one of two ways.

Leaning into her, he kissed her mouth, then her jaw, moving down to her throat to just feather his lips over the smooth skin. They knew each other. He knew how much she liked it when he paid attention to her neck, and she knew how he would moan when she returned the attention to his chest.

In many ways, his answer wouldn't matter, because they would connect and find ecstasy in either act. The choice was in his hands. Did he want to fuck her, or....

"I want to make love to you, Olivia."
Detective Olivia Benson: brown eyesdetoliviasvu on July 16th, 2008 06:45 pm (UTC)
He knew her perfectly, just the right spots to hit for her to moan for him. As he kissed down her throat she eagerly leaned in for more, the movement causing her towel to finally fall from around her chest. She didn't care, it would have just got in the way, and now she could press her breasts against his bare chest and feel his heat, the pounding of his heart. Entranced by the kisses she almost didn't hear his answer, and then when she did it time to process it amongst the kisses and her soft moans.

Making love was vastly different from fucking, at least in her book, and she figured it was the same way with him. Other wise he wouldn't have said it this way. If she thought about it, the distinction was very noticeable, especially since the last few times all they seemed to do was fuck. Fast, frenzied activity in a quest to sate themselves.

This would be different, slow, taking time to explore each other, love making. Pulling back from his mouth she smiled and cradled his cheek, "that sounds wonderful, Carlton." As she lent down to seal her approval with a kiss, she started to work on his slacks.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: smiledet_lassiter on July 18th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)
The heat of her body finally pressing against him was missed and so very much needed. He closed his eyes as she kissed him, soaking in the warmth raditating from her. The soft swell of her breasts against him. The movement of her mouth against his as they kissed, a languid, deeply passionate movement. Tasting and tempting. He breathed deep when he had the chance before returning to kiss her yet again.

Pulling the towel from where it had slipped between them, he dropped it to the floor. His hands returned to rest on her hips and slide first up her body, then down. He took the opportunity to really touch her in ways he'd not yet had. He wanted to map out every curve of her flesh, so smooth and silky from her shower. Hips and waist, back and thighs. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back enough to be able to watch his fingers trace over the subtle muscle of her stomach and up to shape over her breasts, thumbs rubbing gently over her nipples.

He played with her as she continued to unfasten his pants, smiling at the little jerks and gasps she made when he brushed his thumbs over the sensitive flesh just right. He could do this all night; watch her reaction as he gave her short flashes of pleasure.
Detective Olivia Benson: Seductive red dressdetoliviasvu on July 18th, 2008 02:38 am (UTC)
As his hands moved up and down her body she deepened the kiss they shared. The more he pet her the more she fell into the kiss, pouring out her passion and longing as she nearly started to purr from the leisurely caresses. His hands felt amazing against her skin, no imagination, no amount of voice over the phone could ever make up for the way his hands touched her. She was becoming entranced in his mouth, almost shutting her brain down until his fingers brushed over her breasts.

With great reluctance she pulled back from his mouth and sat up a little her eyes heavily lidded and her breath quick. Sitting up allowed him better access to her breasts, the sensitive mounds eager for attention, her hard nipples were an obvious testament to that. Licking her lips she tossed her head to get hair away from her eyes so she could watch him. Under the hypnosis of his hands she had forgotten about his fly, and when she sat up she was reminded of the important act she was in the middle of.

Kissing over his collar bone, she started a slow path over his flesh, over the soft chest hair to his nipple. While she feasted on him, she undid his slacks, pushing the fabric aside she slid the palm of her hand down over the tent in his shorts. He was amazingly hot, and if she didn't know any better she could have sworn he burned her.
Detective Carlton Lassiter: all that jazzdet_lassiter on July 20th, 2008 06:56 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 11:36 am (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 03:24 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 07:01 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.