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Summary: From Elliot's POV. Elliot decides to do something to release some tension.

I had never been with a man before, but I was more than happy to be with George. The relationship was new to both of us but it was already good.

I smiled as the last person besides George left. Good, now we had the building to ourselves. My face had the look on it that I got when a suspect was about to crack.

I went into George's office without knocking. George looked up at me.

"Hey Elliot. You ready to go?"

"Actually, there's something we need to do…" I replied, my voice husky.

"Elliot-" he was cut off by me pulling him into a bruising kiss. George broke away after a minute.

"I need to finish-" I kissed him again.

"Elliot!" I sealed off his mouth again.

"Don't tell me you'd chose paperwork over me after all the tension we had between us today. You were just telling me in our session last week not to let things build up." I reached down and gripped George.

"Elliot-" Kissed him again.
"You're too verbal George." I said against his lips. I started stroking George, making him moan and thrust against me. I smirked and pulled off his sweater roughly, nipping at his neck. George pulled my shirt off with enough force to make it rip. I finished with the rest of George's clothes and took off my own. I nipped at George's neck some more before pulling him into a kiss. It was filled with passion and lust.

I stroked George again, hard enough so that George's yells were half pain and half pleasure. I broke the kiss and started biting George's neck. George groaned almost constantly. Finally he went over the edge, shuddering. I grinned at him.

"My turn." George gave a devilish grin as he reached for me.

When we were done I sighed and pulled him close.

"I love you." I whispered. I smiled when he said those three words back.

George sighed as he looked at the clock.

"We have to go. Maybe if you'd waited till we got home we could have snuggled, but no…" He was teasing but I could tell he was flustered.

"Sorry. The tension got to be too much."

"Don't apologize. It's good not to let tension build, after all." I smiled as I pulled on my ripped shirt and put a jacket over it.

"See, I knew you didn't like the tension."