AN: I have been meaning to write a Wildlife fic 5-EVER!
This is dedicated to AmyJ10 who I'm pretty sure wants this just as badly as Elliot does.
And would you look at that, you didn't even have to wait until Christmas. ;)
WILDFIRE: CHAPTER 1
'$100 to watch, $250 to join.'
'Each.'
Those were the words resounding in Elliot's head as his attention focused solely on Bushido holding the gun to his face.
"Fine," Bushido rasps. "Get it out of your system, but the moment you're done with her - she goes."
He feels Olivia's palms continue to stroke the flesh of his lower back.
"You sure about that boys?" She whispers in their direction, that breathy tone making Elliot's abdomen throb. "You're gonna miss quite the show." She leans in then, her breasts pressing up against his chest, lace smoothing across his pecks as she wraps her arms around him, her glossy lips dangling in front of his face.
Jesus Christ.
She deserves an academy award for this performance.
His hand is on her waist trying to hold her stationery so he can keep his eyes on the men in the room to gauge their response but it's proving to be difficult with her moving around in his arms.
"You've got one hour. Then the bitch leaves."
Elliot nods in the direction of the men, more focused on Olivia's lips that seem to be inching closer and closer to his mouth. Then it's moments before he hears the front door slam to a shut and he feels her relax against his body.
She's about to move out of his hold when he catches it out of the corner of his eyes, a small red light blinking from the mantle - one he hadn't seen before.
Bushido must have just planted it when they weren't looking.
Fuck.
He feels her start to pull her arms away and he doesn't think. He grasps her lower back, keeping her flush up against him, turning her head quickly until his mouth is pressing firmly against hers, silencing her words with his lips.
A muffled sound leaves the back of her throat, her breath hitching in shock, his mind reeling at the softness of those plump lips. He can sense she is going to pull back any minute so he panics, using his body to back her firmly up against the wall. Her mouth parts from the pressure of brick against her body and he grasps her lower lip in a lingering peck, his heart thudding in his chest knowing he's only got seconds to explain this.
He pulls back slowly with a breathy exhale.
"Amber," he whispers, one hand cupping her cheek, the other holding her hip against the wall as he eyes her intently.
He prays the look in his eyes conveys all.
"That your name hon?"
He can't use real words, for all he knows there could be audio on that camera so he smooths his thumb over her cheek just waiting for her to respond.
But from the shocked look in her eyes, it's too subtle.
Amber.
Amber alert.
It's all too vague.
He watches her mind work overtime as her cleavage rises and falls beneath his.
He licks his lips, his eyes trailing down her chest to the tops of her breasts, drinking her in like an ass, pretending to cop a look as he goes in for another kiss just to bide time. This time he's far less frantic, her breath still hitching but she's starting to soften against him now, letting him part her lips with his, realizing there has to be something a miss for him to be doing this.
His chest pounds in response to her receptivity but it isn't long before her hands are coming up, she's trying to distance their hips but he panics thinking she's going to push him off again so he grasps her wrists, planting them shoulder height against the wall, moving the fullness of his body flush up against hers. A noise leaves the back of her throat as the muscle of his thigh incidentally presses between her legs.
"Elli-" The tail end of his name gets lost against his mouth as he purposefully slides his tongue between her lips because fuck – his name is Mike, not Elliot and he can't have that. His tongue flits against hers and she responds with a half-moan half-gasp as he continues to deepen the kiss, needing to shock her into going with this. His hands roam down the plains of her torso, until he is holding her hips against brick, pulling back with a slick pop.
"Or was it Violet?" he whispers finally, eyeing her slowly, his tone a warning as he raises his eyebrows, trying to keep his heart from thumping out of his chest.
He feels dizzy.
"They told me it was a colour."
It registers for her.
He sees it in her eyes.
Violet is the colour of the day.
He watches her swallow.
"That it baby?" He whispers, stroking her cheek, feeling her body visibly shiver against his touch.
She's breathing heavily as the information finally digests, the initial concern from his brash actions slowly dissipating as he feels her morph back into character. He presses his forehead against hers, just enough closeness to keep their act up for the camera as his grip on her wrists come off completely, relief spilling out of him that she understands they're still being watched.
He doesn't have to kiss her anymore, but it seems she doesn't realize that because she is bringing their lips back together, using her free hands to curl around his neck, drawing their bodies flush up against each other, making his chest pound with nerves.
"You gonna spend the whole hour talking?" She rasps against his lips, before she seizes them once more, her undercover facade back in full force. He feels a pang in his lower half as she nips at his lower lip, her lace-covered breasts purposefully scraping against his chest. He responds by clamping his mouth over her lower lip and sucking and she lets out a low, throaty moan.
Fuck.
She's good.
Too good.
He pulls back from the slick kiss, a stirring in his lower belly igniting a fire he can't even begin to process as he holds her face in his hands. His chest continues to pound and despite the way she is eyeing him he can see it beneath the veneer of cocky confidence.
She's just as petrified.
He lets out a few breaths as his eyes move between hers, panicking that he's making her uncomfortable.
"How bout you head into the bathroom?" He motions with his head, his thumb brushing over the smooth expanse of her cheek. He needs to get that panicked look off her face but he can't risk being overheard out here.
"I want you showered and ready before we play."
He sees a flicker of uneasiness move through her eyes at that comment and fuck, he is going to hell for this.
But he needs her behind that bathroom door with the shower running.
Then he can explain everything.
TBC
AN: I mean this is really just Sin reversed..