E/O, the real story.
The lights in the precinct were low, outside a faint police siren cut through a thick summer night. Elliot paced back and forth, it had been a long day, it was a long day still. He and Olivia would spend the night in there, no time to go home. This case was personal. Cragen had yelled at him, telling him to go home. He couldn't of course. He had barely contained himself, all he wanted was to put his fist true a wall. Or his captains face. But he had managed to hold off on that.
And he hadn't gone home so now, at 4 AM he was still there staring blankly at case files, unable to read a word of them with the adrenaline surging through his body. Olivia was there with him as always, quietly at her desk. She went through files sipping her coffee, silently, inconspicuously. It irritated him. She didn't share his anger, how could she be so calm?
Elliot groaned and mumbled something inaudible about the case.
Olivia shot to attention like a startled animal "can I get you something" she asked.
"I'm hungry, some food would be really fucking nice right now" Elliot growled.
Olivia left.
Elliot, stared at the case file some more. Why didn't anyone care? Why was he the only one? Why didn't anyone help him? He had to do everything all by himself all the time. Solve impossible cases, work ridiculous hours and Kathy couldn't even keep his children in line, he had to do that too. He always had to do everything.
And where the hell was Liv? Yeah, she ran out on him at the first opportunity, she left him there by himself to deal with all this bullshit.
Olivia returned holding a white plastic bag filled with several small boxes. Chinese food. The smell hit Elliot's nostrils.
"What the fuck took you so long?" he snapped.
Olivia apologized and took the boxes out of the bag. "I got you an extra eggroll" she added.
"Goddam Chinese food again, great" Elliot walked towards Olivia. She backed up a little pushing one of the boxes towards him.
He turned around, yelled something about the Chinese, something about rapists and put his fist through the wall. He yelled some more, accusing Olivia of various things, slammed some stuff, walked up to Olivia, yelled very close to her face, smashes her coffee mug and growled. Then he walked away and slammed a door.
Olivia slowly took a bite of food, her hand trembling. She chewed a tasteless mass in slow-motion.
Elliot returned. Olivia approached with concern.
"I'm sorry" he said, "I lost my temper"
"It's okay, I'm a big girl, you're under a lot of pressure" Olivia replied calmly.
He hated her.
"I love you Elliot" she said, "I understand how hard it is"
Elliot looked at her breasts, it was hard indeed.
"I love you too Olivia" he whispered.
She met his eyes briefly, quickly returning her gaze down to the food.
Elliot, grabbed her from behind and kissed her neck.
"I need you so much" he whispered as he undid her pants.
Olivia remained quiet.
Elliot shoved his hand down the front of her pants and entered her roughly with his fingers. With his other hand he undid is own pants to set free his rockhard member. He rubbed it against Olivia's backside. Then he bend her over her desk and pulled her pants down to expose her soft white ass. Her pants halfway down her thighs, her hands clutching the edges of her desk.
He observed her like that for a moment before he thrust into her, hard, her legs held close together by her tight black pants, he grabbed her hips and rocked them back and forth against his cock.
It never took long, a just few violent thrusts and it would be over. He pulled out just in time and came on her ass. Her fingernails digging into the desk. He sighed and whiped her down with the napkin from the white plastic bag.
"Thank you, you are so good to me" her said, his voice was almost gentle now.
Olivia smiled faintly at him "always" she said. "let's get back to work"
The end.
