Kindling.

Elliot/Olivia. Season 7
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Dick Wolf and NBC. I just let the characters go out and play once in a while.

Kindling - to ignite, to excite, to stir up, inflame

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Olivia repeated to herself again, resting her head on the worn wood of the bar. She rubs her eyes and sits back up, reaching again for her whiskey sour. What was she doing here? Yes, they were co-workers, partners even, but did she really agree to a drink with Elliot? Was it just a drink? Was it is date? He was separated from his wife, but…Jesus, she needed to get out of her own head and stop thinking so much.

She takes a long swig of her drink, forgoing the straw to feel the liquid burn down her throat. Maybe after a good strong drink, the butterflies would start to settle. But really, what did she have to be nervous about? This was Elliot…one of her best friends, her partner of 7 years. He was funny, charming, honest, sexy….fuck, did she just say sexy?

Another huge swallow of her drink down the hatch.

"Whoa, slow down there tiger." His words coupled with his gravel voice made her jump. "Hey, its just me." Elliot states, resting his hand on her back as he slides into the bar stool to her left. His right hand, meant to soothe, was now burning through her leather jacket, her skin under his touch suddenly on fire.

Olivia clears her throat and glances up at his blue eyes. "I thought you weren't coming." She tries to sound calm, gosh she hoped she sounded calm, because the butterflies in her stomach had come back full force.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Liv" He shrugged, resting his forearms on the bar.

Since the moment she met him, the moment they were introduced, she knew it was done. It just happened, it was a pairing. She couldn't help the chemistry they had, it was there from the first second. The only way to describe it was like two souls fitting together. Gosh, now she sounded cheesy too.

Elliot waves toward the bartender, the same mid-30's gentleman who had no shame in staring down Olivia's scoop neck t-shirt earlier when he placed her drink in front of her. Funny that now he wouldn't so much as glance in her direction with Elliot sitting by her side.

"Two whiskey shots and a Guinness" Elliot ordered, turning his head to rest his chin on his shoulder and winking at Olivia. Her cheeks instantly burned and she swallowed hard, hoping Elliot hadn't noticed the sudden redness of her face. Maybe he had, and maybe it had affected him just as much because she noticed his slight shift in the barstool. He quickly put his left hand in his jeans pocket, shifting again before pulling his hand out. Jesus, was he just adjusting himself? Was he? No, he couldn't have been turned on just from the blush in her cheeks? Could he?

Olivia reached for the shot of whiskey, a sudden surge of pride and adrenaline making her brave. "To a night we never forget" She winks right back at him, downing her shot and scooping up her whiskey sour.

"Damn Liv, let me catch up" Elliot protests, throwing back his shot in the process. He quickly ordered another and soon they have a slew of empty shot glasses in front of them. It probably wasn't the best idea to drink this much, especially since they had to be back at work in the morning. But gosh, Elliot is cute and she is single and what's one night of fun between friends?

With thoughts like that, Olivia quickly realized she could feel the alcohol course through the veins. It didn't help that she had forgone dinner earlier in her state of nervousness. "You know what we should do Elliot?" Her voice drops an octave and she places her right hand across her to rest on his right bicep, leaning close to whisper to him.

He leaned right back to her, his face so close she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. She couldn't concentrate with him so close. Her head felt instantly fuzzy with his proximity. Had he ever been this close to her before? But before he could make a move, she sits up straight on her chair and smirks at him, "We should play a drinking game!"

Elliot leaned back, his brow furrows at her words. Is this what she really wants to do tonight? "A drinking game?" he questioned.

"Yes, like back in college. Plus we will get to know each other better. We haven't exactly been the best at talking in the past."

Elliot just scoffed in return. Olivia looked up at him through her long lashes and drew her bottom lip into her mouth, biting softly. "A little game never hurt anyone Elliot. It is called 'Never Have I Ever.' You have to name something you have never done, and if the other person has done it, they have to drink."

"Yeah I've heard of it" He smirks. "Never have I ever gone skydiving."

This is going to be too easy. Olivia thinks. "Elliot, it is suppose to be a sexual game."

He swallowed visibly, his face lightening a shade as he paled. He took a huge swallow of his third beer of the night. Olivia knew he had to be feeling those beers plus the shots they consumed earlier.

"Here, I'll go first" Olivia smirks in his direction. "Never have I ever been caught by a roommate having sex."

Elliot didn't move. "Nope didn't happen to me either."

Dammit, Olivia starts to worry. This might actually be hard. How much am I willing to reveal here?

"My turn?" Elliot asked. "Never have I ever had a one night stand" Olivia instantly picked up her drink; but her eyes dropped to the worn wood of the bar. She refused to make eye contact with him. He furrowed his eyebrow at her, questioning.

"Hey, no judgment, " She said playfully, slapping his arm in the process.

He grabbed her fingers just as her hand made contact with his arm, intertwining her fingers with his own. They sat there for a long minute. His left hand weaved through her right, neither moving, but neither acknowledging what was actually happening.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his hand in hers or the heat of his blue eyes on her face, but the next question she asked came purely on instinct. She couldn't believe she was saying the words even as they spilled from her mouth. "Never have I ever kissed a co-worker."

Elliot straightened up in his barstool, unwinds his hand from hers and tossed back the reminder of his warming beer. Olivia's eyes widen, "you have?" A small look of panic crossed over her features.

"Yeah, you." The words rushed out of his mouth as he cupped the side of her cheek, raked his fingers through her hair and tilted her head up toward him. His eyes dropped to her mouth and seconds before he made contact, he saw her eyes close and her lips part.

He brushed his lips over hers and felt her relax against him. That was enough to drive him forward, instinct propelling him to suck her bottom lip into his mouth. God, he had imagined kissing those full lips a thousand times over the last 7 years. But nothing compared to having them move against his own. The sensation shot straight to his groin.

Olivia lost it when his tongue slid into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, swirling it with her own before they began to fight for dominance. His left hand now made its way down her neck to her collarbone, stroking along the skin peaking out from her scoop neck shirt. Her nipples hardened under his touch.

The kiss was soft, yet demanding. Elliot knew the moment their lips touched at that he had claimed possession of her; that she would never be the same around him again.

His hands moved down to the sides of her thighs and he dug his nails into the skin beneath her jeans. He pulled her forward on the barstool and planted himself between her legs as he continued the assault on her mouth.

For Olivia, just being this close to him wasn't enough. She needed more contact, she needed more of him. And she needed the point of contact to be lower because the ache and the wetness pooling in her panties needed immediate relief. She pushed forward, making hard contact with his groin and rubbing against him in slow circles. With her legs on either sides of him, he stood, never loosing contact with her mouth. Now that he was wedged between her legs, she moved her hands from his head to his lower back, shoving him further into her core. He hardened instantly against her as a deep groan escaped his throat. Lord, to hear him growl against her mouth. She could rip his clothes off right there in the middle of the dirty bar. If she could at least have his fingers pumping into her. No one would notice, no one was paying attention to them in this run down bar.

He snatched both her shoulders in his hands, pushing her back slightly. Her mouth retracted from his with a loud pop. Her lips were swollen from his touch, glistening wet with his saliva, the sides of her mouth red where his beginnings of a beard had scratched at her. "Jesus Christ Liv." If he hadn't known he wanted her before, he did now because just looking at her flush face made his jeans uncomfortably tight.

She giggled and used to back of her hand to wipe the saliva off her lips. "Did it get hot in here? I think it is a little warm." She knew exactly what she was doing to him as she shrugged off her leather jacket, placing it on the wooden stool to her right. She had worn a black lace bra under her white shirt for effect; but that wasn't needed now that her nipples were cutting straight through the material, demanding attention.

His eyes dropped to her chest and she swore she heard the smallest whimper escape his throat.

"Do you want to do another shot?" Olivia blurted. He looked at her, bewildered. Fuck no, he didn't want to do another shot. He wanted to get her home. He wanted to strip her down and plunged his tongue into her wetness. He could imagine her contracting against his mouth, her hands in his hair as his tongue fucked her core. He wanted to drown inside of her until her name was burned across his skin.

He was so caught up in his own dirty thoughts, he didn't register that she had ordered two shots of tequila, salt and lime and placed one in front of him on the bar.

"Tequila?" He questioned.

She leaned in close to his ear, tugging at his earlobe with her teeth, "Body shots. You go first." She pulled back and winked at him. She drew her index finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue to wet it with saliva. Olivia drew it out of her mouth with a pop and watched Elliot' eyes grow a dark as she ran her wet finger along to top of her breasts, dipping into the valley between them. She grabbed the salt shaker and traced the salt over where her finger had just been. Elliot didn't skip a beat, lapping the salt up. He took his time running his tongue along each breast, feeling his skin goosebump under his tongue. He dipped his tongue into the warm honey skin between her full breasts. Olivia grabbed onto his short hair when his tongue plunged lower, making a quick swipe along her hardened nipple. She arched her back into his mouth, trying to gain even a little more contact.

He raised his head up, looking directly into her brown eyes before grabbing his tequila and downing it in one quick motion. He rushed for his lime to find it gone. When he glanced back up, Olivia had already placed it between her teeth, taunting him once again with her mouth and those goddamn lips. He instantly kissed her hard, the taste of the lime barely registering as his teeth scrapped along hers. He couldn't stand the teasing anymore and he reached up to squeeze her breast, eliciting a deep moan from her.

"Fuck me" she cried out against his mouth.

His mind goes into overdrive and he lurched at her, his right arm encircling her waist. His hand fell onto the exposed skin where her shirt had lifted. God she was so soft against his rough finger pads. He lifted her inches off the floor as he reached into his pocket, throwing a wad of crumbled bills on the bar. Olivia dipped her head into the space between his neck and his shoulder giggling as he began to carry her out of the bar.

TBC.