A/N: Inspired by that very film noir photoshoot of MH in that little red dress...
By the time they've arrived at the party, Elliot's mostly managed to get himself under control. He hands the gold lettered invitation to the tuxedoed man who waves them in with an appreciative nod to Olivia.
His hand is still on her lower back as they step through the door, and he tries to focus on taking in the crowd, instead of the heat of her skin through the thin cloth of her dress.
That dress was making it hard for him to focus. It was much easier to pretend she didn't affect him when she was wearing her badge and her gun. Standing next to him in that red dress, the dip down the front exposing her full cleavage, the material clinging to her curves, he couldn't focus even when he wasn't looking at her. Since she'd walked into the precinct it had taken every ounce of his conviction not to touch her.
"Think you can get upstairs?" Munch's voice in his ear helps, distracts him from the way Olivia moves besides him.
"Not the front staircase, but maybe there's a second one in back." Olivia murmurs as she turns towards him, places one hand on his chest. He has to swallow, remind himself to breathe, as she stands dangerously close. He wasn't going to survive this evening at this rate.
Being put through the ringer on this one felt unfair, even if he'd volunteered. This was Munch and Fin's case, but when this 1940s costume party had come up, the chance to get into their suspect's mansion, this scheme had been hatched. Of course it made sense for he and Liv to pose as a couple, see what they could find.
He follows Liv through the crowd of padded shoulders, flowing skirts, broad ties and white gloves. His own trench coat and fedora helps him blend in with the crowd. But he notices several heads turn in Olivia's direction, catching on her curving red figure.
He closes some distance between their bodies as she moves on, curls his fingers around her hip possessively and her step falters for just an instant before she presses forward.
Sure enough, Olivia finds the back staircase and they go up when they see no one following.
"We're heading up," Elliot reports to Munch and Fin, tucked in a van around the corner.
"Good. We think he keeps his black book in the study. Whatever pictures you can get will help. Just don't get caught."
"Thanks Munch." Olivia smirks back at Elliot and he chuckles softly in response.
They reach the top of the staircase, a few lamps lighting the length of a hallway, doors closed on both sides. He reaches for the first door while Liv moves to the second.
"Here," she whispers, moving inside and by the time he reaches the door, she's flipping on the desk lamp.
Liv braces herself on the corner of the desk, back arching and she turns towards him. He stares at the fall of her hair, shining in the lamplight, at the way the dress slides over her ass, at the way she dangles her purse between two fingers as she grips the desk beneath her hands. His eyes trace the folds of material as they curve over her shoulders and meet between her breasts, the round fullness of her cleavage beckoning. His eyes drift back to hers and the look she gives him lights a fire inside him.
"Close the door," she whispers and for a moment he can forget that this is work, that they have a job to do. For a moment it's just Olivia waiting for him, tempting him to touch her.
He turns away from her to close the door, to refocus.
She's rummaging through drawers by the time he nears and then he sees her pause and pull out a bound book. They flip it open quickly, knowing immediately it's just what they needed. He pulls out his phone and starts snapping pictures. None of this will be admissible, but it might be enough to get a witness to talk and with the powerful man they're chasing, that could be the key to finally toppling him.
They've just finished the pictures when they hear a voice. Olivia snaps the book closed, shoves it back into its drawer and looks up at him, alarmed.
He has to assume they're trapped. Walking out likely means running into whoever is out there. Staying here means being caught inside the private study by whichever security officer is doing the rounds.
There's no time to do anything but act on instinct, so that's what he does.
His hands are on her waist and he turns her and lifts her onto the desk. She squeaks in surprise, a sound he's sure he's never heard her make. And when his mouth presses to hers she gasps against him.
Her hands land on his shoulders as his hands wrap around her hips. Her legs part for him when he steps closer to her. He doesn't need to make this look more convincing. He knows that if the door opens, whoever is standing there will see their embrace and likely won't question it. So he blames the dress when he draws her hips towards his, when he leans her backwards and slides one hand up her back and between her shoulder blades.
Her breasts press flush against his chest, her lips softer than he had dreamed.
Her mouth opens against his, probably in surprise, but he doesn't back off, let's his tongue lick the inside of her bottom lip before sliding into her mouth. Her tongue meets his, the slick heat of her mouth sending a thrilling surge of want through his body. When she moans he feels it shudder down his spine and he grunts in return. Her thighs tighten against his hips and he feels her hook one leg around him, hands grasping his shoulders.
If he felt any hesitation, it's gone now. His hand moves from her hip, wraps around the back of her neck and he tilts her head back so he can deepen the kiss. All he can think is more, more, more.
Her hands are moving to the back of his head and he realizes she's responding to him and he swallows the shock of it down to deal with it later, focuses everything on this moment. He's not even worried anymore about getting caught, more concerned with what he should do to get her to moan again. Wonders if maybe he can just keep going, touch her, taste her, slide inside her.
He's so hard, the semi he was hardly coping with before, now a full on erection and he doesn't second guess himself when he yanks her legs tighter around him so he makes contact with the heat of her core. He wonders if she's wet for him, how badly she might actually want him.
She moans, uninhibited, and it's just what he needs as he grinds against her.
"What's happening?" Fin's alarmed voice shatters the moment and Olivia pulls back, a popping sound as their lips part.
She stares up at him, eyes wide, breasts rising and falling with her accelerated breaths.
He swallows thickly and finds his voice, aware of how he's still pressed intimately against her, still hard. "We got it."
"Good, wanna get out of there?" Fin replies, annoyed.
Liv clears her throat, her eyes falling from his, and gives him a push, hard enough that he comes to his senses and steps back. He watches her stand, then bend to the floor, picking up her discarded purse and the fedora he lost in the heat of the moment.
She shoves the hat into his grasp, wipes the edges of her mouth, runs her fingers through her hair. He replaces his hat, adjusts his coat, grateful for the long layer to conceal the arousal still pulsing through his cock. Finally she looks up at him, expression neutral before she frowns. She reaches up and then he feels her thumb rubbing against his lips. "Lipstick," she mouths before her hand drops and her eyes meet his once more.
Suddenly he realizes he has nothing to lose. She'd responded to him, hadn't she? Done more than played along, moaning and grabbing him as hotly as he had her. So he dips his head and he kisses her, gently, sweetly and when he pulls back there's something like surprise in her face before the corners of her lips lift to a gentle smile. And then he can't help but grin at her. Can't help but want to do it again, but she shakes her head, her eyes darting to the door and he takes it as a deferral instead of a rejection.
She waits for him to move to the door, inch it open and nod the all clear before she flips off the light. They sneak down the stairs and exit out the front and make it back to the van without getting caught.
"We thought you two were in trouble." Munch greets when they enter the van.
"Security almost caught us." Liv replies as Elliot hands over the phone.
"But you got out? Nothing went wrong?" Munch asks with concern.
Olivia looks over at him and smirks. "Seems like everything went exactly right."