Edgar sat at the table, looking around the empty meeting room. A meeting was scheduled for this morning, but he was a few minutes early. He liked arriving early, to get his thoughts together before the assault began. Unfortunately, that was not what he was using the time for this morning. It was Monday morning and he hadn't even seen Olivia in four days, and he missed her terribly. She had spent the weekend on a really hard case, and had come back home late Sunday night. As much as he missed her, she had told him that she wasn't good for anything more than sleep, tired as she was. Their relationship was relatively new but he surprised himself by the powerful ache in his heart by her absence.

Suddenly the door opened and Edgar prepared himself for the onslaught of self interested bosses. He hadn't expected Olivia to come in, a shy smile on her face. "Hi," she said softly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in confusion as she walked over to him.

"I missed you."

"Selfishly, I'm glad," he said. He stood up and kissed her for a long moment. "How was the case?"

"The same as ever," she said. "really hard."

"Why are you here?" he asked again, his hands on her waist, keeping her close.

"Well, I told you a little white lie," she said, a light blush staining her cheeks. "The meeting doesn't begin at eight, it begins at nine. I wanted you to myself for a bit."

"You asked my boss didn't you?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes I did," she agreed. "Just to change the email and letters sent to you. On Thursday."

"Oh Olivia…" Now he knew they weren't going to be interrupted, he kissed her again, deeply and passionately. Her arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling his chest close to her body. "Why didn't you let me see you last night?" he asked hoarsely, feeling his body react to her presence.

"Because I wanted a memorable morning," she said, the teasing clear in her voice. She leaned close and whispered in his ear. "Plus, the thought of you taking me as I lay on that mahogany table is enticing."

"Olivia!" he said in shock.

"Come on, we've got time," she said, eyes alight with mischief. "I made sure of it" He looked at her for a moment in the silence, seeing that she was deadly serious. "I missed you over the weekend," she added. "Badly. My bed's lonely without you." Her eyes caught his, passion and desire there as she slipped a button on her blouse undone. Then another, revealing the top of a lace black bra.

"Oh God," he groaned, knowing at that moment, he was going to give in to her. He kissed her lightly, pushing her backwards until her thighs hit the table. She shifted backwards until she was perched on the table, her legs open, her hand gripping his tie and pulling him close. "You know Miss Benson, you've got a mischievous side I never realised before," he said, his breath rushing over her lips as she smiled widely.

"Just think," she started, her legs wrapping around him and pulling his body very close to hers, fabric in the way of their bodies touching. "Every meeting you have with these boring, stuffy lawyers, you can picture me, naked writhing on this very table as you touch me, as your fingers slide inside me and I moan. As I squeeze my thighs around you and you reach for my breasts, flicking my nipples with your teeth…"

Her words had had the desired effect. He was as hard as a rock already, throbbing with desire. He needed her badly. Pushing her skirt up so it gathered around her waist, his hands rested on the inside of her thighs, feeling her delectable warmth. His hands slid very slowly higher until his thumbs brushed the edge of her knickers. He could smell her arousal and felt thrilled that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He achingly slowly pulled her knickers down, sliding the fabric over her legs. When he looked back at her, he was surprised to see her blouse already off, fabric pooled on the table beside her.

Her breasts looked phenomenal. Full flesh encased in black lace, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. God… what had he done to deserve her? He pulled the bra down a bit so her breasts popped free. He cradled them for a moment, then spoke. "Lie down. Now." She grinned before complying. His fingers started stroking between her legs and she gasped, shuddering with want.

Without wasting any time at all, Edgar unfastened his belt, pulled his underwear down and then pushed into her hard. "Ah God!" she moaned. He grasped her hips tightly, pulling her body close so he moved even deeper inside her. "God, why do you feel so good?" she cried out.

"Just so you can never live without me," he quipped before covering her lips with his own, tongue delving into her mouth expertly, leaving her breathless.

"Not slow," she said desperately, pulling her mouth free. "Fast as you can. I need you."

"All you had to do was ask." He held her body firmly as she writhed against him, causing sparks of pleasure in both of them. He thrust into her hard, over and over, wanting the sensation to bring her to orgasm first. His fingers were bruising her breasts, he knew but he couldn't stop clutching at them. And she didn't care either.

"Oh God Edgar, yes!" Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as her entire body tensed, orgasm rushing through her. Her body relaxed with a sigh, just when Edgar came deep inside her with a groan. They stilled until they caught their breath.

"That is a hell of a way to start the week," Edgar said. Olivia smiled lazily and pressed a soft loving kiss to her lips.

"I see I'm interrupting." They both swung their heads around in alarm, but they recognised that slimy voice.

"Elliot, you're early," Edgar said with incredible dignity, considering their situation. Quite gallantly he moved across Olivia's body so she was shielded from view. Unfortunately that movement made him slip out of her body and she gasped audibly.

When he spoke, Elliot's voice was laced with amusement. "So apparently you're irresistible to the fairer sex are you Edgar?"

He didn't answer directly. "Elliot, can you give us two minutes privacy?"

"Oh dear, can't last longer than two minutes can you Edgar? Old age catching up to you eh Edgar? Tut tut."

Edgar was about to say something scathing but Olivia's fingers dug into his arm in warning. "Please," Edgar said grudgingly. Elliot Stabler raised his eyebrows with humour but did as he was asked, the door closing with a sharp click.

"Oh shitting fucking hell," Olivia said vehemently as she jumped up to pull herself into some kind of respectability. Even though it was about five minutes too late.

"Sorry," he lied.

"No, it was my fault," she said. "For some reason my brain is still on the case, and I thought this was a good idea. I just…I had to have you," she added simply. He grinned at her, unable to help it, before kissing her gently. "God, I have to walk past him now," she said, closing her eyes. Edgar didn't laugh, even though he wanted to. He had a feeling it wouldn't help.

"I'll see you at around one, when this boring meeting is over," he said, arms resting around her waist.

"Yes," she said firmly. Taking a deep breath, she left the meeting room, face tomato red as she half ran past Elliot, waiting outside the room. It was only when she was back in her office that she felt she could breathe easily again. She still felt the echoes of Edgar between her thighs, and she held onto that feeling. Not the acute embarrassment of having been caught in the act.

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