His hands were on her, one on her stomach, the other on her breast. His thrusts were rapid and fierce and she moaned into the crook of his neck.
"Elliot", she panted against his flesh. "God, baby, don't stop."
He smiled and picked up the pace, supporting her weight against him as he slammed into her harder. "Fuck, Liv," he grunted. "You feel so good."
The hand that was on her breast moved down her body and plunged between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing in quick circles. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder in response.
"Elliot", she moaned as her body began to tighten
He loved it. Hearing his name fall from her silky lips like that did something crazy to his ego. It made him work harder to drive her over the edge.
She pushed her body back into his to meet his trusts. Her legs where trapped between his and she rested one hand on his thigh as the other made its way to his neck.
She pulled him into a kiss and lightly scratched the back of his head.
He rubbed faster, thrust harder, spreading and filling her body more than any other man had before. She moaned into his mouth as her body began to shake and, that, was his undoing.
He collapsed on top of her just as she was coming down from her high. He wrapped his arms back around her and pulled her to rest on his chest, their bodies slick with sweat.
"That was amazing", she panted, trying to catch her breath.
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Couldn't agree more." He looked at her, her face flush in post coital bliss. "I love you."
She smiled and kissed his chest, too spent to meet his lips. "I love you too."
The Next Day
"Special Victims. Olivia Benson", she said into the phone. "Yes, if you would like to come down to the station, we can get this all straightened out."
Elliot gazed at her from across their adjoined desks. He smiled at the turtle neck she was wearing, knowing that it was his markings she was covering up.
She met his gaze and smiled, still on the phone. Elliot tugged on the collar of his shirt, hinting at her attire, and smirked when she turned a shade of red.
"You okay Benson?" Asked Fin when she hung up the phone.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
He shrugged and sat down at his desk. "You look a little red."
"She's just warm", Elliot remarked for her. "Maybe you should take off the turtle neck."
Olivia kicked him under the desk and tried to cover up her smirk. Her face was red once again and she buried her head in a file to hide her blushing cheeks. "I'm fine, Fin. Thanks for asking."
A few minutes passed and Elliot nudged her foot with his to get her attention. She stared up at him from her paperwork, trying to be inconspicuous.
"What are you doing after work?" He asked quietly.
"I'm catching up with an old friend."
Elliot quirked his head to the side and used his foot to caress her leg.
"Cancel it." He toed off his shoe and placed his foot between her thighs.
Olivia squealed in response and quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard her strained cry of pleasure.
"Can't", she said. She closed her legs tightly, trying to still his movements.
Elliot pushed harder and started rubbing her through her jeans. She was turning red again.
"C'mon Liv", he said while stroking her, "I'll make it worth your while." He punctuated his sentence by adding pressure when he crossed over her clothed clit.
"I can't", she panted. "Its important."
Elliot slowed his strokes before pulling away and letting her catch her breath. The moment she got her breathing regulated he elbowed one of his files onto the floor, sending papers flying under the desk.
"Oh look at that", he smirked, "Looks like I have to pick those up."
Olivia pursed her lips together and shook her head slightly. She knew what he was about to do.
A devious smile spread across his face as he went under the desk and started caressing her thighs, making his way to her zipper.
He had just barley closed his thumb around the button of her pants when she scooted back in her chair and stood.
"I'm Olivia Benson", she said and Elliot could tell someone had entered the squad room looking for her. He sighed as he gazed at her from under the desk, mentally thanking her for wearing a blouse long enough to cover unzipped pants.
From where he was squatting, he couldn't see the person who had stepped in but he could tell by the shoes that it was a man.
He watched both form recede into one the interview rooms and sighed.
"You need help, man?" Asked Fin as he crouched down to Elliot. "Shouldn't take that long to pick up a couple of papers."
Elliot nodded and Fin began scooping up the files that were in reach.
"Who was that guy with Liv?" Elliot asked.
Fin shrugged. "I don't know but he was in here last week and I saw them at Mulligan's a couple a days ago."
"You did?" Elliot felt a surge of jealousy course through him.
"Yeah, but I don't want to get all up in Liv's business. She's a big girl; if you're so curious about him, ask her yourself."
"Thanks Fin", said Elliot when they both stood up from the floor. Fin handed Elliot the remaining papers in his hand. Elliot looked the files and then to the door that Olivia had just walked through. "I'm going to sort this all out."
Probably will only be one or two more chapters. Couldn't fit this all in a one-shot.
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