AN: Hello! So this story is more like a ficlet than anything else, a place I come when I'm bored on other projects.
As you can see the chapters are very short and not a lot of detail is given to each.
I'm working on a few other fics at the moment which I should have out soon, but in the meantime here this is.
Xx
She's between her legs.
Drawing circles with her tongue.
Olivia is already on the cusp of coming.
It had been a long day.
Sam strokes her clit with her thumb before she dips it lower opening her up before her tongue slowly starts to penetrate.
Olivia takes a breath.
Some days Olivia wants to be fucked.
Hard.
Other days she wants this.
Slow.
Sensual.
Intimate.
A finger replaces her tongue and it's gliding into the wet heat and Olivia holds her breath, anticipating a second digit.
It doesn't come just yet, but she feels Sam's lips as they suck avidly on her clit, then she follows it up, slipping in the second finger.
Olivia arches, a strained moan escaping as she fills her.
God yes.
Some days she just wants this.
Only this.
Her phone blips from the side table and Olivia's still hazy in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Sam is naked, draped across her back and Olivia shimmies a little forward to reach her phone.
She moves the screen into view.
"Breakfast?"
It's a text from Elliot.
Only it isn't the weekend this time, it's a week day and he is asking if she wants to eat at the precinct with him.
They had been doing this a lot recently, particularly during the period right after his divorce. She could tell he craved the company, the distraction and for the most part she was happy to give it to him. He didn't like eating alone in his empty apartment and she understood it, but what he needed to understand was she had eaten alone most of her adult life.
Until now.
She feels Sam start to stir behind her and she places the phone back down on the side table with a light clatter. She feels Sam's hand move across her bare hip, drawing the sheet lower as she presses her bare breasts against her back.
"Breakfast?" Sam murmurs against the back of her neck as she continues to trail her hand down Olivia's hip, dragging the sheet lower.
Olivia closes her eyes, moving her own hand behind her, her fingers meeting with Sam's hip until they sink between her legs.
"Yes," Olivia hisses in response.
She was starving.
Olivia glances up from her desk to find him looking at her.
"What?"
Elliot shakes his head as if he hadn't realised he'd been staring.
"Nothing."
She blinks back at him silently, the late afternoon sun peeking through the precinct blinds, making her squint from the glare.
"You've been staring all day Elliot," she calls him on it. "Some come on… out with it."
She's a lot more brazen now that the precinct is practically empty.
"I just.." his words trail off as he taps his pencil quietly against a case file.
"You just what?" she braces herself for a comment - a jab.
"You look happy that's all."
Olivia stares back at him, caught off guard by the out of place yet genuine comment.
"It's nice to see," Elliot whispers.
She is silent, genuinely unsure how to respond.
A few beats pass and she watches him scratch his jaw, her eyes catching his bare ring finger, a tinge of guilt moving through her in that moment.
She knows he hasn't been so happy himself.
"Well speaking of happy," Olivia gives him an eyebrow raise, dodging his compliment altogether. "It's happy hour at O'Malley's tonight." She tilts her head to the side. "You in?"
He nods in response.
"Great," she drops a few of her contents into her top drawer and closes it with a thud.
"Sam's off work at 7, so she can meet us a little later."
Olivia starts to get up then, grabbing her coat off the back of her chair.
Elliot pauses for a few beats before he starts to do the same, grabbing his own coat and watching her silently.
Olivia pulls her hair out of her collar, looking across at him only to find him staring once more.
He clears his throat when their eyes meet.
"You buying?" He quips.
"Only because it's happy hour."
TBC