A/N: I got this idea from watching a certain "video" on yoni massage…look it up (unrelated to SVU). Olivia had a moment with the episode "Signature" with Erika Christiansen, Agent Lauren Cooper. I always felt that there was something more between Olivia and Lauren. The ultimate horror was that Olivia watched as Agent Cooper shot herself in front of Olivia, but there were some things that happened before this demise.
This takes place before her Greylek mistake. It also takes place before 26:00 into it, when Cooper is interrogated by Olivia, before Lauren is "found out". The way Olivia looks at Agent Lauren Cooper is one of disappointment, like their trust has been breached, like something that they shared had somehow been sullied. It's contempt and utter disbelief.
This is not Cabenson but is a moment that Olivia got some gratification. It is purely sexual/sensual.
I hope you enjoy…
A Little Relief
Olivia eyed the young FBI agent. They had been working on the case together and were now enjoying drinks in a small, dive bar. She was not the usual woman that Olivia had been attracted to, but she had a certain something. From what the brunette detective had seen, she had appeared uptight—hair in a bun, restrictive, restrained, formal suits—but Olivia had seen something else from the way the blonde agent looked at her. An attraction? A fleeting admiration? Olivia was approximately fifteen years her senior, but she couldn't help but wonder about the anal coworker as of late.
The blonde agent had revealed, through a search of the Woodsman's apartment, that she had been a child of foster care in her teen years and had been attached to her mentor as an adult, not believing how much she had been conned by this particular this situation. They had examined a victim in a coma at the hospital that day that they had found in a pull-out shelving unit of this sicko's lair, and had already taken photographs and come to the conclusion that she, in fact, had been a victim to this psycho's deranged plans.
Olivia lifted her glass to her mouth and tilted her head back, swigging the last of her vodka seven.
She caught eyes with Lauren and smiled lightly. "Tough case…" Olivia offered.
"Very…" was all she said. Her expression was pensive as she returned to her own glass of liquor.
Olivia had been partnered with Detective Lake, a detective that always seemed green around the gills, emotionally involved in every case that they had come across, but a man with a heart and a passion for the job, nonetheless. Elliot and Fin were at a conference for the week and weren't expected back until the weekend was through.
"I think I'm done…" Olivia offered. She stood now and took her keys and cell phone from the tall bar table.
"So soon, Detective?" The blonde took another sip from her drink. "We're just getting to know each other.
This was true. They had talked. The blonde told her about her upbringing, being raised by a mother and a stepfather in rural Ohio before being placed in the system. She had two brothers who were older she, herself, being the one that was actually doing something good with her life and her career. She had been an open book and Olivia had been amazed by her candor.
Because the brunette detective had shared nothing of herself.
Olivia smiled. "I know. I just...I have to be in early tomorrow morning…"
"You look like the type that wants to really experience pleasure, Detective…"
Olivia did a double take as she brought her scarf around her neck. "Oh, really? How so?"
"Well, I just notice things about people…I can see a lot in their movements, their actions, their language…"
Olivia smiled. "Oh, yeah? I've hardly told you anything about me…"
The agent nodded, taking another sip. "Yeah…I know, but I can read you and I know that you…probably like to experience a little unadulterated pleasure every now and then…"
Olivia only stared at her.
"You seem like a very sensual, sexual person that just needs a little something every now and then…"
Olivia placed her keys back on the surface of the mahogany bar table. "Really? You see that? In the…" Olivia glanced at her watch now, "…hour and a half that we've been here?"
Agent Cooper only nodded. "And in the past couple of days that we've been working together. There is a way to release things in a way that doesn't get too…involved…"
Olivia was intrigued now. She smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Is there?"
"I am skilled in an art form known as…yoni massage…"
"What kind of massage?"
"Yoni massage…the practice of stimulation in a professional, discreet, yet ultimately satiating experience…" Lauren smiled. "I used to practice a few years ago and, since the job, haven't had much chance to...implement my skills…"
Olivia was more than intrigued now. She had never heard of this yoni massage but, she had to admit, it sounded like something she might be interested in.
"Stimulation. Satiation. No strings pleasure."
Olivia narrowed her eyes now, trying to understand what she was saying.
"How about…" Lauren stood now, "…you come back to my place…I don't live far…and let me show you what I'm talking about…"
Olivia's voice was soft. "OK…"
Olivia was sitting now, on the sofa of her current colleague, and looked around the apartment. It was simple, not well decorated, and had a cold, barren feel to it.
"What you should do is get yourself comfortable…" Lauren offered. She began to set up a massage table now, in the living area, and popped the legs and surface into place with ease.
"I don't…I don't know…" The brunette detective didn't know what she wanted. All she knew was that she had been celibate for the past four plus years and she was tired of it.
"This is strictly for pleasure, Olivia. Get undressed and lie on top of this…I promise…I'll be gentle. After all, yoni massage is supposed to be just that…gentle…" Lauren smiled. "I'll let you get ready…" She turned now and exited, down the hallway, leaving the brunette to her thoughts.
Olivia lay on the table, legs relaxed, hands on her belly, as she heard the blonde enter.
"OK?"
Olivia nodded. "I don't know what to expect here…"
Lauren was wearing a black tank and black leggings, her hair in a sleek ponytail. "Expect trust. Expect pleasure. Expect me treating your body like the shrine that it is…" Agent Cooper's eyes scanned he brunette detective's now naked form. "And believe me…I've noticed…"
Olivia only nodded. God, she was tense. She didn't know what was about to happen. She knew about massages with the so called "happy endings" but she didn't know what to expect from this.
She watched as Lauren took a bowl now and dipped her fingers into it, bringing it above her middle and letting a thin stream drizzle onto her stomach, her eyes concentrating. The oil was warm, comfortable, and she closed her eyes.
"This about you experiencing pleasure. I plan on touching you, fully, and letting you come in your own time…"
Olivia's breath caught in her throat. So this was what she thought it was.
"You…Detective Benson…have a beautiful body…I am aware, and have been aware of that fact…and it needs to be satiated…
Olivia felt her heart beating out of her chest now. She felt so exposed, yet so turned on by the circumstances, in general.
It had been a while since she had let her body experience pleasure by another and her body craved it.
"Just relax and let me take charge. If, at any time, you want me to stop, or slow down, or do something differently, let me know by placing a hand on mine…"
Olivia took a breath and nodded, closing her eyes, ready to experience what the agent had been explaining.
"You have to relax, though…let everything go and don't be afraid to just release…"
"OK…" Olivia said softly.
She felt an energy now, above her breasts and her core and she opened her eyes briefly, noting that the blonde was placing her hands above those spots.
She felt the energy radiating from the areas that she wasn't evening touching. Then warm oil on her breasts and then light fingertips around her middle, the sides of her breasts, her legs. She was all over the place, yet focused all at once. Her fingers seemed to explore now, touching all around her erogenous zones, never quite coming into contact with the places that would bring her pleasure. Her skin was being manipulated, touched, caressed. She felt her nipples harden from the idea of being so exposed now, her breathing beginning a slow pant.
"Remember…just let me know…" she encouraged.
Olivia nodded and tilted her head back into the table, eyes closed, feeling as the agent began stimulating around her nipples, not quite touching the area that wanted so badly to be touched.
A vacancy now and Olivia opened her eyes slightly as she watched Agent Cooper move to the end of the table. Then, hands on her vagina—slow fingers working her outside lips, stroking, caressing, applying pressure to her skin.
Then, she felt fingers, soft and smooth, begin stroking her outer lips with purpose, not quite touching her slit, not ever touching her clit. Olivia tilted her head back now and felt her breathing increase, well beyond her control at this point.
Then, she began touching her lightly, finger light applications to her clit. The toes on Olivia's right foot curled, her breathing now increasing. The stroking continued but she felt Agent Cooper move now to her left side.
"Remember…relax and just let go…no judgments...no strings..."
Olivia felt as though she was about experience something that she never had experienced before. She felt so open, so exposed. Her body was feeling every sensation, every touch, every stroke, the words that told her to relax and just let go, adding to her ultimate sensuality.
Small, circular motions on her clit now, another set of fingers at her entrance, barely making their entry. Olivia moaned now, turning her head to the right, away from the one who was bringing her pleasure.
Lauren's fingers continued and she felt her tiny bud being stimulated, the blonde's left hand now beginning to penetrate her.
Olivia felt her right foot clench again as the long-haired blonde further entered her, beginning a soft, slow rhythm inside of her, her right hand still working in a circular motion around her clit.
Firmer, more pressure now, her fingers going deeper, and the brunette began to pant, tiny moans escaping her mouth, her right leg bending further from the pleasure that she was receiving and to facilitate what was being done to her.
She tilted her head further back now, her breathing more than ragged, and heard small moans escaping her lips now, tiny sounds letting Lauren know that she was, in fact hitting the correct spots.
And she was.
She had never felt that her body needed a release as it did at that moment.
She let out a groan and then turned her head to the left, eyes still closed. Light grunting now and her hand went to the agent's, gently, softly, as her panting breathing continued.
The blonde agent now moved her right hand to Olivia's breasts and let fingertips skin over them, focusing on her hard nipples, around her breasts, and the moving down to her taut belly, before returning to her clit.
Olivia's breathing came quickly now as Lauren's ministrations continued. Olivia widened her legs now, her body reacting to something beyond her control at this point, and she began a more pronounced panting, her head tilting further back onto the table.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh…" was all Olivia heard from her own body.
Lauren's hands were working quicker now—her right hand on her clitoris, her left entering and exiting her with quick strokes.
Double duty, double pleasure, and the brunette felt her climax coming now. She moaned and turned her head to the right, not able to stop the sounds coming from her mouth.
"Let go, Olivia…"
"Mmmm, mmm, mmm, mmm…uh...uh...uh...uhhmmm..." And then she felt her peak now, her body freezing and then releasing, letting her climax roll throughout her body, the FBI agent continuing her motions.
Olivia's body tensed with each contraction now, moaning as it happened, her eyes still closed, her body into her own pleasure as she bucked, Lauren still inside of her.
"That's it…let go…" she offered.
Olivia continued to feel the rolls of euphoria as Lauren continued.
Once her contractions had ceased, she placed her hand on the agent's and moaned, sighing contentedly.
Still remaining inside of her with her left hand, her right began to stroke Olivia's breasts again before roaming over her belly, her hips, her shoulders, her left hand's movements having ceased, yet cupping her delicately.
It was slow, it was sensual, and it was with feeling, Agent Cooper continuing to stroke her with her right hand, while lovingly being inside of her with her left.
Thumb strokes now felt along her now-swollen lower lips, and then an absence before more stroking—soft, gentle, purposeful—the whole experience non-invasive and completely catered to the brunette's needs.
Olivia felt her body spasm once more and then opened her eyes, looking at the woman who was still giving her pleasure, albeit quite serenely.
Olivia moaned and brought her face back to the center, smiling.
She needed this. Her body needed this. And, even though she had no intention of anything more with this woman, she felt satisfied, her body gratified by someone who only wanted to see that happen.