"Morning, El." You could cut the tension between the partners with a chainsaw, but he seemed to be the only one who noticed. She dropped a steaming coffee cup at his desk and returned to hers, steely blue eyes being held hostage by the ritual.
She sent him a dazzling grin before shimmying out of her long, puffy jacket. Elliot swallowed hard, his eyes dropping back to the files in his hands. He knew if he kept watching Olivia's chest would continue bouncing.
Clicking his teeth to distract himself he reflected to a time when he had first met Olivia. He felt he could lift her with one hand like a figure skater. She looked like a model. She was svelt, lean, and her rack was nonexistant. The measuring man had once eyeballed her as an 'A' cup. Six or seven years had done things for her bosom, though.
They redefined everything Elliot thought he knew about breasts. He had watched Kathy's swell, engorge, then go back to their original size after every pregnancy. Breasts were capable of many things, apparently like growing well past puberty.
They were the talk of the precinct but luckily with squadmates like Elliot, Fin, and Munch she heard nothing of it. Still, the way they were making Elliot feel he was ready to ask for answers. They had never spent long enough apart for Olivia to go have some procedure. And he knew that Olivia wasn't that kind of woman. And her demeanor hadn't changed. Even if her bra size had.
Maybe it was just how her weight distributed. She was still in excellent physical shape but she was gaining weight as she aged, like we all do. It still didn't explain the touch of magic Elliot and every other guy in the vicinity noticed.
"Elliot?" That's when he realized he'd been staring off at her, absent-mindedly chewing on a pen. He leaned up suddenly, his ears burning.
"Yeah, sorry." She sent him a quizzical look, her lilac colored shirt dipping a little too low even with a cami underneath. He dropped his gaze, embarrassed as she came over to his desk.
"Do you have the McPhearson file?" She asked, an eyebrow cocked. He nodded, scrambling through the pages on his desk. He handed her files, standing suddenly,
"Say, Liv?" He winced as she turned to face him, smiling. His eyes dropped to a new, blue-green vein underneath Olivia's olive skin on her chest. "You, uh... You doing anything different these days?" He squinted and waited for an answer.
"Something different? Like my hair?" Elliot rolled his eyes.
"No, more like..." He paused, racking his brain for an appropriate phrase. She reached across his desk and grabbed a chip out of the bag.
"It's birth control. I went up two full cup sizes." She grinned at him and walked around him, prompting him to follow.
"Wait a minute, you knew exactly what I was trying to ask!" He cried, the smile on his face betraying his hurt tone of voice. She rolled her eyes.
"Elliot, if a prude like you noticed how do you think my life has changed with them." He paused pensively for a moment before following.
"Hey. I'm not prude."