AN: It would be remiss of me not to mention the lovely AmyJ provided the delightful line 'I want you inside me' when first discussing this idea - stellar line Ames, right to the point! Also please note I put zero effort into writing this chapter because I'm bored with this already lmao. But thank you for your words. X
THE TEXT - PART 2
The Next Day
He hears her footsteps approaching from behind and he slams his locker door shut just in time.
She knows his routine is to come into work early. She knows he has worked out every morning since his divorce. So she would have known she could find him here in the privacy of the locker room so they could hash this out before work.
He turns as she stops beside him and he can practically taste the tension when their eyes meet.
She gives him a neutral look and for a second he thinks she is going to slip straight into work mode, maybe she was here about their case, maybe they had a break.
But then-
"Can I see your phone please?"
His eyebrows raise in surprise.
"And Good morning to you too."
He is shirtless standing in front of her, practically dripping from his morning sets on the bench.
She is wearing a tight light blue t-shirt beneath brown leather and it takes effort to keep his eyes trained on her face.
"I deleted it Liv." He assures her with a look, slinging the towel over his shoulder in preparation for his shower.
"No.." her eyes move slowly between his, her lips lifting in a humourless smile. "you didn't."
He raises his eyebrows once more, surprised she is blatantly accusing him with zero proof.
He shakes his head at her in disbelief. "Yes Olivia.. I did."
She takes a bold step closer and now he can see the irritation harbouring in her irises up close.
"Then show me."
He doesn't know where this sudden animosity is coming from but she must be clinging to her anger right now because it is far safer than the alternatives.
Embarrassment?
Shame?
Lust?
He wipes a bead of sweat off his brow with the towel and lets out a tired sigh. "Phones on my desk if you want to see for yourself."
She doesn't give any indication that she is moving so he motions in the direction of the bullpen, giving her a look like he couldn't care less if she checked it or not.
She takes a step backwards before she hesitates.
"What's the code?"
He wants to laugh then, because clearly she had tried to check it while he was in here.
"1234."
"1234?" She gives him a look before she pushes herself off the locker, a whip of air brushing his skin as she exits.
She looks up from her desk when he enters and he cocks his head smugly to the side.
Her gaze drops straight back down to the file in front of her and he takes his seat.
"Satisfied?" he whispers to her bowed head.
She doesn't respond so he leans forward on his desk in an effort to keep his voice from carrying.
"Liv you're acting like I did something wrong here, so can we just drop this and move on?"
Her eyes flit back up to his, her lips parting to say something - perhaps to highlight his emphasis on 'I' but the desk phone between them starts to trill, severing her response.
He keeps his eyes trained on hers as she lifts the receiver.
"Detective Benson."
She is still chewing on the inside of her cheek and watching him when she finally stands up and grasps her coat off the back of her chair.
She had been steely to him all day but she had marginally softened as the afternoon drew on, probably because she knew she could finally get the hell out of there and head home.
He thinks for a second she is about to walk straight towards the exit but she hesitates passing him first on her pursuit. He looks up just as she leans down - one hand on the back of his chair, the other on his desk, her lips dropping down to his ear, her voice impeccably low when she says it.
"You deleted it," she whispers, "but not before saving it to your camera roll."
He turns towards her, their faces practically brushing she's that close.
She had caught him red handed and she is so close now that their lips hover inches apart.
He swallows.
He thinks about doing it.
He thinks about launching up out of his seat and kissing her hard - right there in the middle of the station.
There isn't a soul in sight.
He wonders if this was the real reason she had stayed back, to call him on this crap with no witnesses around - maybe it was to test what he would do.
But something stops him, perhaps it's the warning in her eyes as she hovers with intimidation or maybe it's because he wants to make her sweat.. just a little longer.
He doesn't back up her power play and it's a few silent beats before she pushes herself off the desk and makes her way towards the elevators without another word.
TBC