EO Smut
Hotel Encounter
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
A/N: I just felt like writing something fun and… well… smutty. Of course, I think my idea of smut is sort of toned down. This will be a series of oneshots that I will add to when I think of other wonderful PWP situations.
She was waiting in the hotel lobby, a balaclava wrapped around her to keep out the cold chill of early March as well as to hide her identity from the prying eyes. They had come here separately to meet in secret; it was a decision that had been arrived at late last night when he had snuck out of her apartment for fear of being scene by a neighbor in the light of day. She had arrived first and so she had to wait.
She heard someone clear their throat and she looked up to see him with a baseball cap pulled down so that the brim practically hid the top half of his face and a scarf wrapped around the bottom half. He looked so ridiculous that a small chuckle escaped her lips before she could check herself. She coughed softly and managed to regain her composure "Hey," she whispered.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked, indicating the spot next to her. He couldn't help smiling. There was just something so exciting about this sneaking around.
Olivia moved over a few inches and patted the spot softly "Just sit down," she said in a playful whisper "Don't do all of that 'What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?' crap."
Elliot sat beside her and leaned in close, whispering seductively in her ear "I thought you liked that part."
Olivia grinned impishly "I like the part that comes afterwards," she replied coyly, turning her head and placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Good thing I got this then," Elliot held out the key card for the room he had rented for the evening. He had paid in cash; he was afraid that IAB was checking his credit card statements.
Olivia stood up and taking a quick look around the lobby, because on some levels, she was just as paranoid as Elliot was about getting busted by IAB and losing their partnership or worse, their jobs. "What room number?" she asked as she led the way to the stairs.
"247," he answered, following her up to the room.
They arrived at the room and wasted no time getting inside. Once they were inside, Olivia removed her balaclava, tossing it to the floor recklessly.
Elliot pulled off his baseball cap and scarf in a similar fashion and stepped forward to wrap his arms around her "I've missed you," he whispered as he kissed her.
She laughed as she kissed him back "It's only been twenty five minutes," she reminded him.
"Would you believe me," Elliot murmured as he removed her coat and trailed kisses along her neck and jaw line "That it's been the longest twenty five minutes of my life."
"Probably not," she laughed again as she pulled off Elliot's coat and let it fall to the floor. Her hands found their way under his shirt and she gently caressed the sculpted muscles of his chest "You're so corny sometimes," she told him as she stepped out of her shoes.
He gently lowered her to the bed as he stepped out of his own shoes "But that's why you love me," he teased as he climbed on the bed beside her.
Without warning, Olivia pulled Elliot's shirt over his head and leaned forward to kiss the muscles that had been hidden beneath "Yep," she grinned.
Soon the two of them were practically ripping the clothes off of each other. Before long, they both lay naked on the hotel bed. Elliot smiled as he moved over her, watching the burning desire in her eyes.
They moved together, slowly, each savoring the contact, trying to draw out the pleasure as long as they could. But soon the slowness became too much and Olivia quickened the pace. Elliot followed in kind, the hotel mattress's springs begging for mercy but neither one heard the noise over the beating of their own hearts.
They came as one, passionate, breathless cries of one another's name called out into the stillness of the room. They collapsed together in a heap of limbs. Nothing else mattered. The lengths that they had gone to in order to be alone, to protect their careers, the fear that each had felt in the pit of their stomachs when they had come up with this idea, the fact that they couldn't tell anyone about the happiness that each had found, none of that mattered in that moment. There were just the two of them, two people in love.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, the world and all of its problems could wait until the morning.
A/N: I love you guys and I love reviews so you know what to do LOL. I have a few more ideas for fun smut so I might add another one of these soon.