I decided to continue this story a little. Seemed like a good excuse for some season 1 EO smut.
A damn black dress. That's the cause of all his problems. Short and tempting, and driving him insane. It's Friday night and Elliot and Munch have just wrapped up their latest case, and are about to head home after working together the last few days.
Olivia appears back in the squad room, with Monique in tow. He was sure she had left already and his eyes do a double-take when he sees her. He can't help but stare unabashedly at her.
She's wearing a black little number with a deep sweetheart neckline and tight around her midriff which accentuates her cleavage and small waist, finishing with a flared skirt that ends well above her knees. It was classy but still sexy. The black stilettos that completed her attire making her bare legs look long and tempting. Elliot knows he will be thinking about her in that dress for a long time. He's never seen so much of her skin and he wants those legs wrapped around his waist while he made love to her.
'Love'? Where did that come from? He will ponder about it later.
She stops at her desk and looks through her purse for her lipstick and a small pocket mirror. He stares as she looks at her reflection pursing her lips while she applies color on them.
Those same lips that had been around his cock less than a week ago, the same lips he had tasted and craved since then. Since way before that night if he was being honest. Crimson, that's the color she chooses. Pure temptation, as if the rest of her isn't enough.
"Ladies, looking good," Munch asks noticing them as he grabs his coat, ready to head home. "Hot dates?"
Elliot keeps quiet, trying to appear cool and uninterested while inside he's fuming. Olivia stares at him and sucks on her index finger to remove any excess lipstick.
She knows exactly what she's doing. No one else seems to notice.
"God, I hope so. It's nice outside and we are going to check out that new cocktail bar that opened a couple of blocks from here, grab a few drinks and see where the night takes us. Maybe we'll get lucky." Monique explains sounding excited. "Right, Liv?" She asks her co-worker.
"Right," Olivia replies with a tight smile, never breaking eye contact with Elliot.
Is she fucking serious? He thinks. He can still remember the feel of her body against his own, the taste of her lips, the sweetness of her tongue and that mouth, that same mouth that had made him see stars.
Did she think it was a one-time thing?
"Alright ladies, have fun. Make good choices." Munch teases before leaving. "As for you Elliot, hopefully, I won't see your ugly mug until Monday morning." Elliot doesn't answer him, he focuses only on her and her little cat-and-mouse game.
"Don't jinx it, John!" Monique groans rolling her eyes. "You ready, Liv?" She asks putting her coat over her red dress. Olivia blinks and lowers her eyes, breaking the connection.
"Yeah, just give me a minute. I will meet you out front." She puts her makeup back inside her small purse and turns around towards the coat rack to grab her jacket. Elliot is on her instantly.
"Are we ever gonna talk?" He asks her, running his fingers softly over the expanse of skin the back of her dress offers. She gasps and freezes in place, closing her eyes.
"Talk about what?" She whispers. There's no one left in the room, but he still turns around to check.
"You. Me. Four days ago. Your apartment." He clarifies, just in case she decided to forget. His hand settles on her neck, hot and heavy, and he massages it earning him a groan from her.
"There's nothing to talk about." She says unconvincedly and he sighs. "It happened. Then you left. Don't think about it anymore." Her body betrays her words as her breath quickens while he touches her. He can feel how much it affects her.
"Don't think about it? I can't stop thinking about it, Liv." He wraps his arms around her waist and places his head on her shoulder, his breath is warm against her neck. "I left because you pushed me away after it and told me to leave." He kisses her cheek. "Olivia, I'll do anything you ask me to, but don't ask me to stop wanting you."
"Elliot." She moans. "You're..."
"Separated. It didn't stop us the other night, and it shouldn't now. We have been flirting all week, Olivia. Almost all over each other." His arms pull her tighter towards him as his hands move over her stomach, his thumbs caressing the underside of her breasts. She moans and he nips at her shoulder. "What are you doing now? Trying to make me jealous?"
She turns her head around trying to look at him over her shoulder. Their mouths are inches apart. "I don't know, is it working?" She smiles.
This woman. She loves to torture him.
"What do you think?" He grunts, thrusting his erection against her ass. Olivia gasps, loving the feel of him on her. "Don't go. Come home with me." Elliot pleads, nibbling her earlobe and bunching up the front of her dress in his hands exposing her tighs.
"Monique is waiting." She pushes back and away from him, smoothing her dress, trying to regain some composure. She puts on her coat, grabs her purse o,n and leaves without another word leaving him there.
He rubs his hands over his face trying to calm down as he watches her leave, her heels echoing in the empty hallway. He still has a debt to collect and he plans to do it tonight.