Birthday fic!!! :D
Of all the undercover ops for them to be paired on.
Elliot couldn’t shake the images from his head, hard as he tried. The black leather skirt that barely covered her ass, those long legs, the look on her face as she writhed against him.
She had apparently enjoyed the situation. And his discomfort.
It had been two days since. They had been undercover at a local strip club, but Olivia had the uncanny ability to blend, no matter where their jobs took them.
Elliot stared out the window. It was getting late, but there was no room for sleep. Not as long as these images kept dancing in front of him.
He reached for his phone and dialed her number without a second thought. She answered on the third ring.
“Elliot, what’s up?”
He suddenly didn’t know what to say.
“I, um…I’m not even sure why I called. I’ve just…had a lot on my mind,” he said.
Olivia was silent for a while before answering.
“Me, too.”
Things had definitely been strained between them since their revealing undercover stint. Olivia had to admit that it was hard to forget the feeling of being so close to him. Her in a bra and a short leather skirt, his stare searing into her flesh, his hands as they worked over her.
“Elliot, do you want…you want to come over?” She couldn’t believe the words actually came out.
“I’ll be over in twenty,” he said, cutting through the thick silence.
Elliot couldn’t hear anything but the drumming of his own heartbeat as he made his way up to her apartment. This most certainly was a mistake, but goddamn it, they had both been through enough.
He knocked lightly on her door, and listened as her soft footfall came closer. She fumbled with the locks, and soon they were face to face. There was a soft glow in her cheeks, and she beckoned him in.
As the door closed behind him, they continued their silent stare. He watched as her chest heaved with shallow breath. She licked her lips nervously, and he took a few steps toward her.
There was a knowing between them; they had always been good at reading each others’ thoughts.
“Liv,” he whispered. “I…I just can’t shake off what happened the other night. I’ve tried, but…I can’t.”
“I know,” she responded, her voice a seductive whisper. “Me either.”
She took a step toward him, the anticipation becoming something tangible. It spilled into the air, charging it with a delicious current.
They both knew what was happening, and made no effort to stop it. They had stopped it way too many times.
The quiet was heavy, and their breath mixed with the hypnotic tick of the clock hanging on the wall behind them. He wasn’t sure who reached who first, but as their bodies came together, the images ran afire in his mind once again.
The buttons of her shirt clattered sharply against the hardwood floor as he ripped her shirt from her. She whimpered, such a soft sound. She stood wide-eyed before him, unsure of what to do with her hands. The awe turned to amusement as their eyes met. The corner of her mouth upturned in a small, nervous smile.
The clothes were slung in every direction. It was urgent and hot and hungry, and when they were lying in her bed, skin finally on skin-it was only then that the world slowed down just a little.
He hovered over her, placing kisses on bare shoulders, sucking gently on bare breasts. This was a wordless conversation, punctuated by the occasional groan and sigh.
She let him control her, pulling her legs further apart. She swallowed and tried to calm her racing heart. He was a beautiful creature--steely, determined, sexual. Her imagination had completely failed to prepare her for this moment.
She cried out when he was inside her. Their bodies fused, their sweat mixed, slicking their skin. He growled deep and long, as he worked hard to control his body. She was more than he ever imagined.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, marking him with her passion. Their tempo increased with a desperate fervor; their bodies rocked together toward the mutual goal.
She was the first to let go, as the world slipped away and the color swirled behind her tightly closed eyelids. He followed suit, feeling as though he was being sucked into a different reality.
His hand was tangled tightly into her hair, and he pulled sharply as he pounded out his climax. Her cries had quieted somewhat, and little by little, consciousness returned to them.
They lay together, no words spoken. He rolled off of her slightly, afraid of hurting her with his weight. They were still fused, shoulder to toe, and he buried his face into her hair. She leaned over and kissed his cheek gently.
He draped an arm across her belly, drawing even closer to her. Their limbs were a tangle of flesh. She listened as his breathing changed, and knew that sleep was finding him. She lay awake, watching the soft light from the window as it danced in slivers across the ceiling.
Everything had happened so fast, though some parts of it felt like they were in slow-motion. They had spoken barely a word, but so much had been said.
There would be plenty of time to talk later. Right now was just about being.