AN: This is the third book to the New Life Series. So if you haven't read "New Life" or "Det. Benson Ties the Knot." you may not get all of the details. But it's not brain surgery people- so read it. You may just get hooked.
Meets the Eye
Strands of flyaway hairs fell over her perfect brown eyes as the evening's spring breeze blew through the office windows.
Elliot went through the daily motions and watched her every facial tick, stroke of the hand, wipe of the brow, blink, sigh, stretch, scratch.
Ever since they'd gotten back from their honeymoon and into the swing of everyday life, Elliot found himself wondering what he did to deserve the best of both worlds.
He couldn't keep his mind or his hands off of her. The urges of never letting her go were too strong. Especially when the casework became too gruesome to bear.
Their latest call was the brutal murder of Shyann McClure, the famous fun loving Welch's Grape Juice girl.
The nanny found her molested and strangled in her bed. And if her death couldn't be any worse the press made it even less trouble-free.
Only twelve hours after they'd found the body and it was already turning into another Jon Bonnet Ramsey.
Even her parents were in on the media game.
Her mother, who was taken in for questioning, had still found the time to solicit her little girl's pictures for a whopping 3.5 mill.
And as of the moment, Donald McClure, the missing father, jumped around a full speed car chase and headed into hiding. He was armed, dangerous, and SVU's prime suspect.
The unit had helped Shyann before. They were close to the little girl and her abused body.
When they got the call a small guilty pain fell over each of them for not working faster.
That pain was like a black cloud in the room. Elliot was sure that Olivia would be the most upset.
He was expecting her to take on the case like a vengeful demon.
Yet, there in the midst of a horrific reality she sat like an intense angel.
Still working with a fire behind her belt, but with a calmness in her motions. Like she knew it would all work itself out.
And although, Elliot wanted to catch the piece of scum that would do such a terrible thing to his own daughter, he couldn't help but remain unfocused.
She was an angel. She was his angel. And he divulged in needy thoughts of her.
On days like this every smile, every hair, each eyelash held his fantasy like a secret daydream.
She caught his gaze and stuck her tongue out at him. He smiled and she returned to business as usual.
From the desk to the window she starred heavily in a concentrative state.
A crew of twenty or so telephone operators endlessly answered phones on the fourth floor of the 1-6 precinct, as their voices muffled together with the sound of ringing and paper crumples.
Elliot ignored them all. He stayed in his thoughts while his switchboard blinked green and red. The rush of the group brought him in and out of the case and he tried to find the ambition to continue their search.
Cragen's had put Olivia, Munch, and Elliot on desk duty until the phones targeted a lead. He held his portable in one hand and clicked through the files with another. His busy unit could be heard from their desks.
"Special Victim's Unit, Detective Benson, how can I help you?"
"Ma'm can you describe the man? No. Ok call back when you find out. It's Detective Stabler."
Elliot tossed a wad of paper into the trash and yelled towards Don's office. "Cap, how much longer we on this?"
"Until you find me something or Fin bails your sorry ass's out."
"Thanks, Cap, I'll remember that the next time I make you coffee."
Elliot watched Olivia vigorously answer call after call. She caught him starring again through the corner of her eye and he threw her a subtle kiss with the tip of his finger.
She shook her head with a furrowed brow and shot a daggered stare at the blinking red lights on his phone.
Nothing was sexier to Elliot than her relentless shut downs during the course of the day.
It was like sitting behind the girl with pigtails. He knew it was wrong to pull them but his malicious restraint wouldn't allow it.
Slowly he spun around in his chair and made his way towards her side of the desks. He opened her top desk drawer and grazed his hand along the bottom of her breast.
"Why don't you explain the car---" Olivia stopped and brushed his hand away. "--if it matches the car we're looking for I'll provide you with further information," she continued as she turned away from him towards her computer.
She was becoming really good at ignoring him, which according to all of her married friends, was the first step to becoming a good wife.
Still on a day like today all she really wanted to do was give into his sexual advances and hump the sappy love smirk right off of his face.
He turned with her and wrapped his arms around her torso while he opened the top middle drawer.
As he shuffled through the pencils and random office junk he dropped an eraser into her lap.
She was deep into her phone conversation with one hand over her ear and her body hunched over in a desperate try to ignore Elliot's interruptions.
"Sir, was there anyone else with you when you saw the man?"
Elliot turned his back to the other people in the room and ran his hand down her side and into her lap.
" Are you sure the jacket had a RED stripe," she yelped, while jumping from his hand tickling her thighs.
She grabbed his hand and he slowly pulled his finger past her crotch.
Sharply she elbowed him and whispered through her teeth with one hand over the phone. "Elliot, cut it out."
He walked away smiling while he tossed the small eraser into the air.
Olivia hung up the phone and grabbed another eraser from the open top drawer. She threw the pink square of rubber at his head and picked up his phone holding it for him to take.
He pursed his baby face lips and grabbed the receiver from her angry hand.
"Stabler…. Ma'm I am not a spokesman for Welch's Grape juice. If you have no information on the-"
"Yes, the girls' name is Shyann McClure," Munch grumbled. "No sir, the girl is deceased, please take your neighbor's daughter back to her home."
Olivia answered another call and listened intently. After she got to the second question and the one-hundredth person to tell her about the missing Donald McClure she held the pressure points between her eyes and wrote sloppily onto a notepad. "What kind of car was he driving? That's not our guy."
Elliot threw his phone down and stood up erratically. "That's it. I'm done. I can't take listening to these moronic tards any longer. Who wants dinner? I'm buying."
"I'm in," Munch said with the phone to his ear ", yes, I'm listening," he quickly stated then acknowledged Elliot. "Anything with steak and grease."
Olivia placed her phone in its' cradle and stretched to a stand. "I need a break too."
Elliot looked at her with half tired, half playful eyes. "Mmm, I'll break you."
Munch cleared his throat and Elliot flinched. They both turned and headed for the doors. Elliot winked and rubbed the tip of her shoulder.
She gravely nudged him as they waited for the elevator. "Hey, you need to control your penis before I rip it off."
Elliot's pulse heated to a simmer as he took in a quick breath through his flared nostril.
" I don't know what you're talking about," he slyly grinned.
Olivia who was repeatedly pushing the elevator button stopped and slowly tilted her head. Pointedly she grabbed his crotch in the same fashion he'd grabbed hers earlier. "Does that spark you're memory?"
Elliot pulled away, out of unexpected surprise. "Don't even get me started woman, I'm already begging to be out of here and into you for the night."
Olivia smirked and spoke softly through the side of her mouth ", Well I could put you out of your misery and interrogate your ass."
Elliot stood next to her again. His shoulder touched hers and he growled back ", Detective, I'm innocent I swear."
Olivia smiled and scrunched her nose as she cutely replied ", my evidence says otherwise."
"Prove it. Take me in, Benson."
Olivia looked at him with a melted sultry face. " Lucky for you, my badge is aching to be used."
The elevators opened and a few administrations officers stood inside. Elliot pulled Olivia away from the doors and into the back hall. "You're bad."
"So cuff me why don't you?"
Elliot was already hard. He checked the hallway as Olivia lightly played with the curve of his tight ass and the beginning of his thigh.
"Broom closet," she whispered.
With a rush of adrenaline they headed for the closet. Once inside they stood in the small dark space and tore at each other in a rushed frenzy of touching and clothing removal.
"Elliot, my belt," Olivia moaned through Elliot's lips as he pulled at her black work pants.
"Ah, god, touch my balls again."
Olivia smiled and went for it. She must have left her angel in the office, because her hand was far too good at causing him dirty pleasure. He was like a raging animal. He held in the urge to touch her all day and the release of her soft skin touching him was enough to make him writhe inside.
Finally he got Olivia's pants off, but her shoes and the angle made easy access and penetration almost impossible.
Olivia grunted and tried furiously to undo her boots as she knocked over the janitor's buckets and mops.
"Come here," Elliot whispered.
He turned her around and bent her over.
Olivia let out a surprised gasp and held onto the wall.
The days of sweet lovemaking and gentlemen like positions were over. With one ruff dry push he was inside of her and pumping madly.
She was over come by painful pleasure. After the initial shock, she pushed back into him, as her mind grew cloudy from the intense enjoyment of it all.
His hands took hold of her hips. One hand traced her stomach and then her clit.
If she hadn't been in the broom closet she would have screamed with delight. Clenching her jaw she held in the sounds whimpering to fall past her vocal chords.
Elliot pumped faster. His body was on the tip of explosion. Olivia grabbed a hold of his hand and forced him to touch her again and again.
The feeling was right, the rhythm was on its' last few measures, and both of them simultaneously let go of their earthy positions to moan in a breathless sexual high.
Olivia held her head against the wall unable to move. She felt Elliot's body fall limp over her back. After a brief moment to gain their senses Elliot pulled Olivia into his arms and held her tightly.
"I love you."
"I love you," she smiled. "Let's eat."
SCENE
Munch jammed a dough nut into his mouth and picked up the phone once again, when Olivia and Elliot waltzed into the office beaming, refreshed, and accompanied by several bags of Indian food.
He dropped the phone and tore open the bag. "Where the hell have you two been? I'm starving."
"Calm down Chewbacca, we got you grease and steak wrapped in nahn curry goodness," Elliot said as he pulled his food from the bag.
"Ah, my favorite," Munch moaned. His physical pleasures were simple. Food and coffee were the highlights of his day.
Olivia laughed as he pulled out the tin container and struggled with the plastic lid.
"Munch, you really need to get a hobby."
"What? I needed sustenance."
"You need something," Elliot mocked as he licked the sauce from his finger.
Munch looked up at them and then remembered. "Oh, Liv call Maureen, she's freaking out about Ella."
Olivia dropped her spoon. "What do you mean freaking out?"
She grabbed the phone and called the house. "Maureen."
Elliot paused with concern as Olivia's face grew pale and limp.
"An ambulance! It's Ok. It's not your fault. Calm down. I'll meet you there."
Olivia dropped the phone and grabbed her purse. "Ella, just had a seizure. She's vomiting and…I don't know."
Without a second thought or start of a tear she ran for the elevator.
Elliot followed yelling towards Munch. "Call me if you need me."
AN: Let me know if you're liking where this is going. It's pretty straight forward at the moment. R&R drop me your thoughts.