Cragen scratches his hairless scalp, meanwhile Elliot is practically dying from unyielding desire.
"What are you doing here?" Cragen's voice sounds raspy, heavy with sleep.
Their brains scramble for an explanation, Anything to get them out of this.
Olivia said, finishing cases and Elliot said organizing the desk, Elliot's answer would have been their best bet seeing as Olivia's desk was exceptionally clean.
Cragen cocks an eyebrow, but his tired brain does not comprehend the flaws in their explanations.
Olivia's eyes nervously flicker between her boss and her partner, she waits for Cragen to say something, he says nothing but waved a limp hand dismissively.
Outside a gentle breeze blows Olivia's brown locks, the small breeze lifts Olivia's tresses from her shoulders. Elliot shivers despite the breeze, it is Olivia who makes him shutter, the cocky grin holding place on her face shows that she knows what she does to him.
Olivia grabs Elliot by the collar of his shirt, so that her lips are right by the lobe of his ear She gently pulls it between her teeth and nibbles. "Let's go home." She says. Her voice is sultry and heavy with lust, he is starting to feel the beginnings of a painful erection throbbing in his pants. He has to put an end to her torturous behavior, before they ended up having sex outside the precinct.
He grips her forearm between his fingers, gently pulling her away from his body.
Olivia juts out her bottom lip in disappointment. "Well…Don'tcha want me Elliot?"
Elliot's entire body shook and he cupped her ass, tugging her roughly against his swollen arousal. "Does it feel like I want you?" He did, so much she couldn't even understand.
Olivia let a small smirk play at her lips, a victorious, triumphant smirk. She is almost drunk with desire.
He would have taken her right there if it weren't for them standing right outside their place of work, although she didn't seem to care . When she wanted something she got it.
Olivia's fingers dance down toward the juncture between his thighs and along the waist band of his jeans. "Olivia stop it." He demands. He tried to make his voice sound authoritive when in reality it shook with lust.
Olivia can't help it .She loves the way her body is fitted to his, how she instinctively wants to grind on him.
"And what if I don't?" She is playing tricks on him, messing with his mind to get what she wanted.
Elliot swallows thickly and his eyes slam shut, for thirteen years, he has restrained his desires and wants for this woman but now, well it was only a matter of time.
"Okay let's go."
Elliot scales the steps to Olivia's apartment with Olivia suspended around Elliot's waist and her core pressing into his abdomen as he lavished at the warm skin on her neck. He fumbled with the key until the door was ajar. Using his right hand he pulls his shirt over his head while the left supported Olivia, and With his foot he shut the door firmly behind him.
He lets his fingertips glide along the bottom of her tunic before freeing it from her body. It sails across the room landing in a foreign corner of the room. The skirt that she wears is bunched up around her hips revealing her white lace underwear, insinuated by her tanned skin.
Olivia breaths heavily into the crook of his neck as one of his fingers slide past the barrier of her panties and into her dripping wet core.
She sinks her teeth into the skin on his shoulder, it stings but he likes it, she's leaving her mark on his skin The metallic taste in her mouth of his blood lets her know she broke the skin.
Her bra clad body is pressed into his chest and he can feel her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra.
"Take it off. Now." She pleads. It is a weak breathless whimper. Elliot reached behind her and yanked at the hooks until the cups that were supporting her breast fell to the floor. He shoves down her skirt along with her panties.
"Liv, you're so wet."
Olivia does not hear his words, she is captivated by the magic of his fingers. It's not his actions that are pushing her over the edge it's the onslaught of the delicious noises that are being drawn from his throat.
It's time for her to return the favor. She shoves her hand in his pants past his boxers, slowly gliding her hand up his shaft.
His legs are buckling so bad from the pleasure surging through his body he cant support the both of them anymore so he sets her body softly on the couch, without withdrawing his fingers from her body.
Her body arches up off the couch as he pumps his digits faster. She slids her hand up to the tip of his sex and starts rubbing in vigorous circles. He repeats her name, like a melody further encouraging her to continue.
Olivia grinds her hips in circles around his finger as he continues the ambush until she cums, screaming his name. Not long after she cums does she feel him spewing into her hand.
"Liv…that was…" As his mind mentally searches for the right word the buzzer sounds making them both jump.
"I'll get it." Olivia says. He reluctantly moves his body away from hers. She grabs a tissue from the stand beside the couch and wipes her hand clean, taking a moment to clean up and redress before she answers the door.
She pulls open the door with a goofy grin holding place on her face, one that instantly fades when the woman on the other side of the door comes into view. Olivia swallows the lump in her throat before greeting the visitor. She has nothing to say to this woman, she doesn't know what to say so she says the only thing she could think of.
"Kathy."