42Hello friends! This idea has been swirling around in my head for a while. This story will be a series of one shots peaking into the moments we didn't get to see but wanted on the show. I hope you like it!
Community Policing- Control
Leaning against the wall of the hospital corridor, Olivia sighed and hung her head as she braced her hands on the handrail behind her. It had been three hours since Terrance Reynolds had been pronounced dead and the stress that followed was enough make her want to crawl into bed for a whole week. She hung her head and ran a hand down her weary face when the double doors opened, heavy footsteps falling against the worn tile.
She lifted her head and her tired eyes opened to reveal Ed Tucker, concern etched on his face as he took in her appearance. "You okay?" he asked, slipping his cell phone into the pocket of his khaki pants.
Reaching her hand behind her head, she rolled her neck in an attempt to alleviate the tension. "Long night", she replied flatly as her eyes met his.
Looking to the officers milling around the waiting room, Ed took a reluctant step forward. "Can I give you a ride home?" He suggested lowly, adjusting the file that was tucked under his arm.
Her eyebrows knitted together and she rolled her shoulders uneasily as she also glanced at all the officers just a few yards from them. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" She questioned, her eyes still shifted from down the hallway to the man standing in front of her.
"I'm parked on the first level of the parking garage, I'll meet you down there." He answered, not bothering to address her original question. Exhaling slowly, she nodded in defeat as her red-rimmed eyes closed briefly.
His fingertips itched to reach out and hold her. She was stressed, more stressed than he had ever seen her since they had become involved about a month earlier. They had agreed to keep their relationship a secret but seeing her like this was enough to make him want to throw that agreement out the window.
Shoving his hands in his pockets to withstand the urge to comfort her, he gave her a sure nod before turning and heading to the elevator. She watched him as he left, taking note of the way the cotton of the soft blue polo stretched across his broad back and how his khaki's hung off his hips. She released out a soft groan as she left her head fall back against the wall.
She was in deep trouble.
Walking out of the elevator lobby, Olivia's breath caught in her chest when she saw Ed leaning against his black Crown Vic in the dim light of the parking garage. His hands were braced behind him against the hood of the car as he watched her approach.
Stopping in front of him, she cocked her head to the side and shrugged her shoulders as the corner of her lips pulled upward. Returning her smirk, he pushed off the car and moved to open the passenger side door. She stopped before sliding into the car and looked at him, he was so close that the remnants of his aftershave tickled her nostrils.
She placed a hand on his solid chest, the tips of her fingers resting against the red skin peeking out from underneath his collar. His jaw tightened at the feeling of her skin against his. "You look good in blue, Tucker." Her eyes watched her fingertips dance along the soft material. "You should wear it more often."
Inhaling deeply, he gave her a soft smile before she slipped into the passenger seat.
Drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, Ed looked from the red light in front of him over to the passenger seat. He watched Olivia as she looked out the open window, the loose hairs framing her face blew softly in the warm breeze. The majority of the ride had been silent, save for hum of the engine and the faint sounds of the city in the wee hours of the morning.
His eyes caught sight of her hands fidgeting against the cellphone that sat in her lap, all the nervous energy manifesting in her fingertips. Quickly glancing to make sure the light was still red, he reached out and took her left hand in his. Their fingers weaved together and she let out a pent up sigh, letting the feeling of her rough digits against hers put her at ease.
Bringing the back of her hand to his lips, he placed a light kiss against her soft skin and her lips lifted in a smiled at the feeling of his late in the day stubble tickling her. The light turned green and he placed their joined hands in her lap, his thumb stroking the back of her hand before easing on the gas.
They drove a couple more blocks before Olivia broke the silence. "You know, it was a good shoot." Her voice cut through the thick night air, his thumb stilled against her skin. "He fit the description, he gave chase..."
"Olivia", he interrupted, his eyes cutting over to hers. She pressed her lips together as she waiting for him to continue. "If this is going to work", he began, squeezing her hand. "You can't do that."
Sighing through her nose, she nodded. "You're right, I'm sorry."
"It's a slippery slope, Liv. Be grateful it's not one of yours." His words caused her to fall into silent thought as she looked out the window.
Pulling up in front of her apartment, he put the car in park as his eyes scanned the quiet street. He shifted in his seat and placed his hand on her thigh, his fingertips burning against the inseam of her jeans. She turned to him and rested her head against the headrest as she looked at him with tired eyes.
"Hi", he rasped lowly, his thin lips curving into a small smile. Her face mirrored his as he brought his hand up and bushed the back of his knuckles against her lean neck. "You never wear your hair up." He observed, his eyes following the path of his hands from her neck down to her exposed collarbone.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him. This was teetering on new territory. They had been on several dates, kissed a couple of times but the intimacy that currently crackled between them was unchartered. "It's hot", she gulped as her eyes flickered to his face.
Ed couldn't help but chuckle lightly at her statement. "You took the words right out of my mouth." He muttered, his pink tongue peaking out to wet his bottom lip.
"Tucker", she exhaled.
Moving as closer, he brushed his nose against hers. "You can call me Ed." He whispered, his warm breath puffing against her face. Just as she opened her mouth to speak he captured her lips with his, his large hand framing her jawline. She exhaled sharply and gripped his wrist as his lips moved against hers. He sucked her bottom lip between his and a shiver ran through her body as his teeth scraped against the sensitive tissue.
Pulling back, Ed drank her in. Her flushed cheeks, her heavy lidded eyes, her plump lips, the way her chest heaved with every breath she took. "Ed", she huffed impatiently, her dainty hands gripping at the material of his collar. He noticed that he had unknowingly moved across the bench seat and was pressed up against her.
"C'mere", he muttered, lightly tugging at her leather jacket.
Twisting in her seat, Olivia surveyed the street to make sure it was desolate before swinging her leg across Ed and planting himself firmly in his lap. The shock on his face was almost comical. He didn't know what he was expecting when he beckoned her, but he didn't expect this. "Liv", he breathed as his eyes drank her in, his hands smoothing over the denim that covered her thighs.
Her hands found the sides of his neck and the redness creeping up from his collar spread underneath her fingertips. His eyes found their way to her face and honed in on her lips and she couldn't help but dig her teeth into the plump tissue there.
It was finally when she lowered her head and pressed her lips to his that his eyes fell closed, his nose exhaling the breath he didn't know he was holding. Pressing her chest fully against him, she opened her mouth over his.
Squeezing the back of her thighs, his tongue flicked against hers before retreating back, a game that caused her to whine against his lips. She held his head between her hands as she pulled away, pressing her face against his. "I'm sorry for being a bitch when you showed up at the hospital."
"You were being protective, I don't expect anything less." He soothed, his hands settling on her hips. "I've dealt with the wrath of Olivia Benson before, that was nothing." He grinned.
Blushing, she looked away to try to hide the color inching onto her face. "It's different now." She said, her long, tan neck mere inches away from his face causing his mouth to water.
"Somethings are different." He agreed, kissing the hollow of her throat. "I wanted you then and I want you now. That hasn't changed."
She slipped her hands underneath the open collar of his polo, her hands heating up against his flushed skin. "Even when I screamed?"
"Especially then." He smirked.
The laugh she let out reverberated within the small space. "Ed Tucker, a glutton for punishment."
Pushing back the wayward hairs from her forehead, he shook his head slightly. "It was more about the way this vein right here would pop out when you got angry." He explained, his thumb tracing a vertical line along the middle of her forehead. "Made me wonder what else would make it pop like that."
"Ed", she breathed, her cheek nuzzling into his hands as her hip moved against his. "Don't say that."
He had to bite back the groan that rose in his throat at the friction that seared between them. "Why not?" He rasped as his hands ran up her back underneath her leather jacket.
Pressing her forehead against his temple, she traced his lower lip with her thumb. "Because I don't think I can control myself around you." She admitted, her hot breath engulfing them.
"Trust me", he gulped, his hands running up her sides along the silky material of her blouse. "If anyone deserves to loose control, it's you."
Ed leaned forward and caught her lips with his as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her body flush against him. Her mouth slanted over his, her tongue sliding along his as his fingertips dig into the denim at her hip.
The sounds of their lips smacking together filled the confined space and the heat between them was building. Suddenly feeling as if her skin was aflame, Olivia untangled her arms from around his neck in an attempt to remove the heavy leather from her body. He slipped his hands underneath the jacket, his calloused fingers trailing down her arms as he eased the material from her body.
Olivia took his face between her hands, her thumbs running along the lines etched in his cheeks before pressing her lips to his again. Her mouth moved against his and her hips followed suit, stoking the fire building between their bodies. His hands slipped beneath her blouse, running along the smooth skin of her back causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.
Seizing her bottom lip between his, he sucked on the plump tissue as she scraped her blunt nails along the short gray hairs at the back of her head. The heat swirling in her lower stomach was almost too hard to ignore and the feeling only intensified when his hands found her backside. She placed several lingering kisses on his swollen lips before pressing her forehead to his, their heavy breaths mingling between them.
They stayed like that a long moment, their lips lingering mere centimeters apart when a distant garbage truck clattered against a dumpster. "It must be passed four a.m.", she groaned, burying her face in his flushed neck.
He smirked as his hands smoothed along the planes of her back. "You should get some sleep."
"You're right", she nodded into his neck. "I'm just really comfortable here." She muttered, laying a hot, open mouth kiss against the hollow of his throat.
Groaning, he let his head fall back against the head rest as he pulled her hips flush with his, his arousal evident between her legs. She left out a breathy moan before kissing him soundly. His hand framed her face, her chin resting on the web between his thumb and forefinger as she pulled away to look at him. "Your mouth is lethal." He growled, his eyes focusing on her lips as his thumb traced them.
A small smile played on her full lips as she looked down at his tented khaki's between them. "Yeah, I've been told that."
"You're killing me, Benson." He hissed, blue flames flaring in his eyes. "If you don't go now, I don't think I'll be able to let you leave this car."
"Okay, okay", she conceded, placing a firm kiss on his lips before crawling off his lap and retrieving her discarded jacket.
A smile played on his lips as Ed watched her maneuver into the jacket, the way her body moved so fluidly made his chest tighten. She reached for the door handle, her hand lingering on the metal as she looked at him. "Thanks for the ride." She smiled. "And for everything else."
"Trust me, it was my pleasure." He rasped, pushing a stray hair away from her face. "I would walk you up but..." He trailed off, looking down at his lap.
Pressing her lips together, she stifled the laugh that rose in her throat. "It's okay, I think I can manage."
"I know you can", he smiled. "I'll call you tomorrow."
Opening the door, she had on heeled boot planted on the sidewalk before turning back to him. "Goodnight... Ed."
Giving her a nod, he watched as she walked to the front door of her building and turned around to wave. He lifted his hand from the steering wheel to mirror the gesture before she disappeared through the door. Sighing, he placed his head against the steering wheel.
He was in trouble.
I hope you guys liked the first installment. I do have a couple other ideas for further chapters in my mind but if you guys have any requests feel free to let me know and I'll do my best to think up something!
You know, I heard somewhere that if you review on this story they'll bring Tucker back. Probably not true but do you want to chance it? *smirks*
