Tease, tease, tease with a little Jelliot thrown in the mix. Set in season 1, so 1999 technology lol
The bar was not too crowded and he had no trouble finding Olivia. Elliot had seriously debated if he should follow her, had even started to drive to his apartment only to turn around, head to the bar, and parking around the block. He isn't going to let her give up on whatever they might have before it even started. He knew exactly where the bar was located, having heard Monique talking about it several times. It looked like a fine establishment, although they probably over-charged their drinks. He decides to go inside and take his chances.
His eyes roam around the room and zero in on her immediately. It's insane the pull she has on him, he knows he could probably find her just as fast if there were 1000 people inside the bar. He never felt anything like it before.
Olivia is perched on a stool near the end of the bar, Monique is next to her. He also notices the two men on either side of them. Elliot quickly orders a whisky from the opposite side of the bar. Tonight he needs something stronger, some liquid courage. Glass in hand, he walks around, inspecting the place and trying to blend among the crowd, not wanting her to see him.
Not yet.
He notices the soft music and lights, the high-end target of the place, with men and women in expensive-looking outfits. He briefly looks down at himself knowing his own outfit screams 'COP!' even from 40 feet away, though he doesn't care. He has never been self-conscious and he's not going to start now. His eyes peruse some more and glance upwards noticing the bar has a -more private and quiet- second floor. He takes everything in, a plan already forming in his mind.
He works his way through the crowd and decides to take a seat in one of the free booths behind the end of the bar where the foursome are gathered. It is dark there and he can remain anonymous. He chooses the one right behind her. Close enough to see but far enough to not hear a word they say.
Elliot watches them, interested to see Olivia in a different setting, to see her when he is not around. He watches as Jeffries flirts with the man next to her, but Olivia is quiet, somewhat apprehensive. The boldness he had seen back at the precinct was suddenly gone.
The man hovering over her is tall, thin, and has a full head of blonde hair. He's wearing a three-piece suit. It looks expensive, probably one of them Wall Street guys trying to pick up women and impress then with their money. Elliot could bet his next paycheck that this guy is married, and smiles at the irony. He looks to be around his age and he seems smitten with Olivia. Elliot can't blame him but doesn't want him anywhere near her. The man leans over to whisper something in her ear and Elliot's hand grips his whisky glass harder than necessary as he drinks.
What the hell is she even doing here?
Olivia is sitting sideways, facing her 'date'. His eyes focus on how her short dress has ridden up as she sits cross-legged on the barstool, exposing the smooth skin of her thigh. Mr. Wall Street has noticed it too and chooses that moment to place his hand on her bare knee, moving slowly upward as he tries to charm her. Olivia fake-laughs at something he says, using it as an excuse to turn on her seat to face the bar and effectively making him remove his hand from her skin.
Good girl, Elliot thinks.
He tortures himself watching the scene unfold for over half an hour. Downing almost three drinks. He sees as they make small talk. She's smiles and is polite but she seems utterly uninterested. Or so he wants to think. The possibility of her going home with that guy is something that he can't handle, and he wonders if coming here was such a good idea.
He takes out his phone and decides to text her, trying to put an end to his misery. And hers.
Olivia sips at her drink as she hears David, (or was it Daniel?) continuing to tell her all about his stock-market job, trying to impress her. She feigns interest as her mind contemplates the best way to shut him down so she can leave and go home. Alone. She wants nothing more than to get home, get rid of her clothes, and crawl in her bed.
Monique hit it off with her date and had left with him about 20 minutes ago. She had hated to leave Olivia by herself, but Olivia had encouraged her to go ahead. At least someone would have fun tonight, she reasoned. The evening had started good, they both had some tequila shots to kick the night off and Monique had ordered them drinks right after, but somewhere down the line, Olivia's mood had changed.
As she finishes her second Margarita, Olivia finds that her mind is still stuck on Elliot. On the feel of his strong, big hands on her body. She is horny, but not that horny to go home with David, or whatever his name is. He orders her another drink without asking her and, as he raises his hand, she remembers the feel of it on her skin when he had touched her knee, her thigh, and how wrong it felt.
She shouldn't be here.
Monique had invited her, 'a girls' night out' she had said, and Olivia had wanted to have fun. Harmless fun without consequences. She never had a problem before. She had met guys at bars, had had a good time with a few, and gone home with others a couple of times. Nothing wrong with that, it wasn't a daily occurrence. But now Elliot's words keep playing inside her head. She, too, can't think of anything else after their encounter. How she had made him groan and gasp. How she had teased him with her mouth. How she had made him beg for it. How much he had enjoyed it. How much she had enjoyed it.
Yet she had gotten anxious soon after she had pushed him over the edge with her mouth. Not a month had passed since he separated and they had already crossed the line. Not even a year as partners and she wants him. Oh, how she wants him, probably since day one but she refuses to think she might be the reason for his separation
Her cell phone beeps from inside her purse signaling a new text message and she is grateful for the interruption. She had been deep in her thoughts but could hear as the man next to her babbled on and on. Olivia holds up her hand for David (or was it Daniel?) to excuse her for a second. She flips her phone open and sees the message is from Elliot.
'Having a good night?'
Her heart starts beating faster and she can't help the smile that forms on her lips.
"Something funny?" David asks.
'I am. How's your night?'
"No, just a friend," Olivia replies to David, her eyes glued to the small screen of her phone waiting for Elliot's answer.
"So I was telling you, it's a six-figure lucrative business and the market..." David continues, oblivious. She stops listening.
'Me too. It's an interesting night for sure.'
Olivia is amused by his reply, wondering what he's talking about. She's about to answer back when he beats her to it.
'Any hot prospects?'
She smiles and replies.
'Wouldn't you like to know?'
He doesn't answer and she decides to rile him up a little.
'Maybe...'
His response is immediate.
'Are you sure about that?'
She stares at the text, suddenly confused and uncertain of what to say.
'Because it's funny you say that, considering you look bored as hell.'
Olivia's head snaps up and scans the bar, looking for him.
He didn't...
He couldn't...
'Where are you?'
She replies to his message, still searching for him among the people inside the bar.
'Wouldn't you like to know?'
He texts back, throwing her words back at her.
She can now feel her heart thumping wildly in her chest, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her.
She needs to see him.
Her cell phone beeps again.
'Get rid of him.'
A new text comes up before she has a chance to reply.
'NOW.'
"Olivia. Olivia!" She snaps out of her shock and looks over at David. "Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, sorry." David looks doubtfully at her as her eyes keep searching for him.
"You need to take that?" He asks looking down at her phone as it rings. She hadn't even noticed. 'Elliot' her screen reads and David reads it too.
"Actually I do, do you mind?" She answers him, somewhat annoyed he's still talking.
"What a waste..." David sighs, looking angrily at her before and moving away and leaving her alone.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
"Where-? She answers her phone, excited.
"Behind you. Turn around." He commands, and she does. It takes her a second but she finally sees him, sitting under the tenuous light. His eyes are dark and intense. And all over her. She feels the wetness pooling between her legs. It doesn't take much with him.
Elliot can see, even from a distance how turned on she is.
"Upstairs. Meet me in 10 minutes." He tells her simply and hangs up, leaving the booth and walking slowly towards the stairs, never taking his eyes off of her.