A/n: What can I say? I miss the boyfriend. AltLivia/AltLincoln in the red!verse having a little fun. The whole domino and linchpin thing was picked up from an episode of Castle.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did, Lincoln and Olivia would be a very happy couple.
Anyway, I hope you like it! Smut Ahoy!
Proximity
Proximity was the linchpin holding together their professional relationship. He never stood too close to her and she, never to him. They never questioned it. It was just the way things were.
Sometimes things change. When one insignificant day Lincoln stood too close to Liv and Liv didn't move away the domino effect occurred. Her hands were suddenly clawing at his muscular chest and he closed the distance between. Mouths covered mouths quicker than either of them could consider the consequences.
Tongues darted, fighting for dominance over the other. They both knew it would always been a power struggle.
Her hands had found their way to the button his pants. He quickly caught on and reached to unbutton her shirt, his mouth never leaving hers. It felt like years before her shirt finally hit the cold tile floor and the two were stumbling their way into the bedroom.
"Liv." He whined in her hear, pulling away from her mouth. Scared that he would tell her to stop, she covered his mouth again, this time with more force than she had intended. She received a muffled "umph" in response before he melted into her lips again.
He turned her around gently and pulled her to him in one swift motion. His palms pressed flat against her smooth stomach. She reached for something to grab onto, but found nothing; he was the only thing keeping her standing.
His lips latched onto the side of her neck. He trailed kisses from the back of her ear down to her shoulder, sucking on the sensitive spots on the way down. She rolled her eyes back in bliss, but quickly became impatient when she felt his hands reach between her inner thighs.
Lincoln read the message as 'are we going to do this or not?' and eagerly complied with her body language. He moved aside her panties and slid one finger into her warmth.
This was her favorite part. His thumb teased her clit as he slid a second finger in. She moaned in approval. He smirked against the skin on her collar bone.
When he had finally had enough, he pushed her on down on to the bed and fell on top of her. Her red hair cascaded around her. He leaned over her and paused; a deadly mistake. She flipped him over triumphantly and without warning guided his hard cock inside her.
He reached for her breasts. She road him. Grinding her hips and rocking back and forth. He let himself succumb to her dominance. Just this once, he thought to himself.
He reached in between her legs again, finding that spot that made her let out a scream. When he felt himself falling over the edge and grabbed her hips and slowed her down. He knew she was getting close too.
She rocked slower above him, savoring ever moment before she could no longer handle it. She looked him in the eyes and he knew that he could pick up the pace from under her.
She came one blood-curdling cry throwing her head back into the stream of faded sunlight. He followed shortly after feeling her walls clench and pulsate around him. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His face twisted into an expression of pain and pleasure.
When they were done and left panting she waited. She waited for him to say "let's just pretend this never happened." He leaned over and kissed her softly, leaving her lips slowly as if to comfort her fears. She snuggled up to his chest and wrapped her arms around him. He pulled her in closer. She smiled. He never did say it.