A/N: This is based on the episode "P.C.". I dont own the characters but they own me! Let me know your thoughts
He had been standing outside of the interrogation room listening to Olivia when it happened.
"But you want to make me right, don't cha, Ronnie. Correct a bitch like me, grab me off of my feet, throw me onto that table and bend me all the way over, because you've got everything you need to make me a real woman, right between your legs."
Elliot stood watching her, afraid to move. If he moved now and Alex saw how absolutely taken he was with Olivia and the way she was behaving, he would be forced to come out and say what he had never allowed himself to think about. He had been accused before by many people, and vice versa for Olivia. But they had never directly spoken about it. Never addressed the elephant in the room. Yet in this moment he feels as though he hasn't breathed in nearly five minutes. The guilt crawled around in Elliot's head. He was married. He shouldn't think of Olivia like this. He knew how wrong it was. How sinful it was. But here he was, jealous of anyone who got close to Olivia.
Ronnie grabs Olivia's hand and thrusts it into his crotch. Elliot doesn't hear the words he's saying. The anger bubbles inside him. The things he could do to this little twit…
Something else lingers underneath his hate. A bubbling of emotion so intense he finally breathes again. For just a moment he allows himself to address the emotion.
Desire.
Wanting Olivia, needing her, feeding off of their partnership - it all fuels an ever-burning fire deep within his belly. Some days he has to walk away or pretend he's angry about something else. In reality, he wants her so badly his heart could burst.
He remembers the early years when they would be so close in proximity to one another. They were carefree and openly flirtatious. He'd wink at her. Put his hand on her back. His cock would do the thinking for him. Then at night, he would lay awake in bed next to Kathy, wishing it were Olivia.
It was sinful the way he thought of cheating on his wife with her. But Olivia would just be herself and Elliot would remain so taken by her day after day. Today he believes he will change the course of their relationship. He has to. She has to know he wants her to be his. He wants her. Badly.
After Ronnie is booked, they say goodbye to Babs. She kisses Elliot then, and he isn't completely surprised. He feels nothing for her. It makes his desperation for Olivia that much stronger. But when Babs pulls away, Olivia is smiling. A smile he's never seen before. Her teeth are showing more. The edges of her lips turned up ever so slightly more than usual. He looks in her eyes and sees it. Jealousy.
"Olivia, can I talk to you for a second?" His voice is gravelly and hoarse. He is barely holding himself together. As he leads her into the cribs he wonders if he can keep it together long enough to tell her how he's feeling. She shuts the door softly behind him and looks up innocently through her dark lashes. She must know how sexy she looks right now. He's livid, he hates her, he loves her.
Fuck, he needs her.
"Liv I need- " Elliot is cut off by Olivia's lips on his. Her mouth is so soft and warm. He moves his hands and tangles them in her chestnut hair, pulling her closer to him. Olivia's lips part and she moans into his mouth. He doesn't want to stop kissing her. His heart pounds in his chest and he moves his right hand from her hair down her back, squeezing her ass in his palm. She moans again, breaking from his lips. He takes the opportunity and presses his lips to her neck, suckling and scraping his teeth roughly over her skin.
He needs all of her, right now. He's insatiable. For every moment he has spent wanting her. For every time she has bitten her lip in front of him and he's fought the urge to slam his mouth over hers. For every argument, ugly confrontation, and passionate moment that has happened between them. They need this.
His skin is alight where she touches him. For every squeeze and grab he takes, she returns the same fire and at that moment he knows - she needs him too.
"Fuck," he grates as Olivia pushes his against the wall.
"Is this what you need," Olivia whispers into his ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and biting down gently. He's powerless to her pull. His heart is hammering inside his chest. His eyes open slowly. Brown meets blue. That fire within him is now roaring and uncontrollable.
Elliot's thumb meets her swollen, parted lips, and he groans, "Yes."
The next few moments are a blur for him. He pulls at buttons, belts, zippers; both his and hers. They nearly undress each other completely but stops. He takes in the sight of her, clad in a black lacy bra, matching panties.
He's breathless. From their kisses, from this moment, from the image of her beautiful body in front of him. It's everything he could have imagined and more. She's absolutely perfect. Her long, tanned, strong legs. Her breasts are full and heaving from their passionate kisses. Before his eyes can meet hers he catches her biting her lip, and it's then that he loses all self control. Their hands meet and they descend upon one of the small beds.
"Elliot," Olivia whimpers. She is stunning. Her voice brings back his resolve. His eyes search hers for answers. Their foreheads touch and a shiver runs down his spine. This is uncharted waters for them. Between them is silence - just shuddering breaths of two nervous people. He craves seeing every inch of her. Memorizing her beautiful body. Yet he's frozen here, processing for the first time that his life has irrevocably changed and there is no going back from this. Never will he forget the look of her like this. He's caught between two of his deepest needs - taking Olivia and letting himself concede to the passion and fire between them, or slowly giving this the time it deserves and mapping out her beautiful body.
"Tell me what you want, Olivia." His eyes drop to her lips. He's losing control again.
"I want you."
A/N: Thoughts? How do you want it to go?