That time when she grabbed his upper arms, both at the same time, and looked deeply into his eyes, slightly bending down to make sure he looked back at her. When he looked back at her, and she assured him that taking the case hadn't been a mistake, he was doing good, and she was grateful for his effort.
The time when she was being harassed by the press and he'd had the bravery to press his hand up to the small of her back, letting it linger there as he walked her all the way down the hall and out a back door where she couldn't be bothered.
The time she was fighting with him about taking a plea bargain and she cornered him against a file cabinet and got so close to him, he could feel her body heat and he wanted nothing more than to see if she tasted the way she so pleasurably smelled, and if she would enjoy him too, or if she was too consumed by her anger to experience the same arousal, the same fire in her loins, as he did.
The time they were working on a case late at night, going over every detail in preparation for her testimony the following day, and he was suddenly overcome with an unusual fondness which gave him the overwhelming desire to be close to her, to touch her physically, to feel his body against hers. And when she repeatedly said, "Counselor," attempting to get his attention, and when he responded only the second time, and his cheeks flooded with redness.
The time he was at the bar having a drink with the whole cavalry, and everyone left except the two of them. When the desire was too much, and he let himself get too close to her, wanting to develop this further, wanting to see how much he could get away with. When he moved over just enough that even a slight movement from her in his direction would have her thigh against his, her elbow against his. When she did move, just a slight, subtle bit, only enough to confirm that she enjoyed the physical contact too. Or, less preferred of the two, she simply moved at random and ended up closer to him. When, after many long minutes of fiery arousal flushing through him, he felt incredibly cold and sexually frustrated when she left his side and went home.
The time when he finally noticed that not only he, but she as well, now ensured that during every conversation, they were standing only inches apart, and frequently were bumping sides.
The time when he found himself thinking of all of these instances in the middle of the night, wanting desperately to feel the thick heat that flowed through his body when they touched, and he had the realization that these thoughts were consuming him, and he all of a sudden wanted Olivia Benson in a new way.
AN: Thanks for reading, and as usual, please review! I really appreciate reviews, they motivate me a lot. Sorry these two little chapters were uneventful. I hope I made up for that by posting two at once. I have some fun stuff coming soon, the next chapter is written already and I like it, I think it's really in-character, so I'll be excited to post that. Have a good day!