It was almost 5 and Olivia had finally finished all of her paperwork. She stood slowly, stretching her arms high above her head.
"All done?" Elliot asked from his seat.
"Yup." She made her way around her desk and headed for the locker room. "I'm gonna shower and change. Then I'm out of here."
"That's right!" Fin piped up, clapping his hands together. "Liv's got a date."
Elliot's hand tightened around his pen. She hadn't told him about this one.
"Have fun," he said watching her walk away.
She smirked, seeing right through him. He was jealous. "Oh, I intend to," she shot over her shoulder before disappearing.
She knew how teasing him would end. He hated the fact that she saw other men regularly. But what did he expect? He was still married and she wasn't about to wait around for him like a lovesick puppy. She was a woman with desires that he couldn't always fulfill. Not that he was lacking in that department, but with his family to take care of, he didn't always have time for her.
She couldn't hate his kids. They were innocent and, in some way, they were like her own. But Kathy? That was another story. She hadn't exactly done anything wrong that Liv was aware of, but the fact that she was now inextricably linked with him all because she kept letting him cum inside of her was infuriating. Could she really blame her though? She'd probably let him knock her up every chance she got too if he were her husband.
She shook her head and quickly grabbed her things, heading for the showers. When she was done, she moisturized her body and slid into her form fitting red dress. Not too much cleavage with the perfect amount of ass. Olivia knew she looked good. She put her heels on and grabbed her clutch, making her way back to the squad room.
She stepped out, ready to see the look in his eyes when he saw this one. But much to her chagrin, she was met with the sight of none other than Kathy, standing over him at his desk.
"Hey Kathy," she offered as she breezed by. Being rude would only complicate things further.
"Hi Olivia," Kathy said sweetly, eyes trailing down her body. "You look great. Hot date?"
She could tell that his wife was somewhat uncomfortable. Especially seeing her in this dress, she was probably wondering how often her husband got to see his partner like this. He wouldn't look at her and she knew it was because he couldn't keep the hungry look in his eyes tamed.
"Yep. I was just heading out." She grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair and easily slid it on.
"Me too. Just came to bring this guy some dinner." She bumps his arm with her hip. "I'll walk with you."
Great.
Kathy leans down planting a kiss longer than necessary on Elliot's lips. She moves to meet Liv, but he grabs her hand before she can get away.
"Love you." He purses his lips, silently asking for another kiss.
Ugh. Liv wanted to vomit. She wasn't sticking around for this.
She was well aware of Kathy's insecurities when it came to her and El, so she knew that a large part of this was for show. Kathy letting her know who he belonged to. Or so she thought.
And Elliot. He just wanted to piss her off because he was jealous about her date.
She walked toward the elevator and said goodnight to everyone not caring if her partner's wife was in tow. She shot a text to her date, letting him know that she was on her way down.
"Why don't you come over for dinner anymore Liv?" Kathy asks when she catches up to her, they wait for the elevator to arrive.
Because I can't stand you. "Oh, just been busy is all."
"Well, Elliot tells me that Cragen ordered you both to take some vacation time after that big case. Why don't you come some time then? If you're not busy."
Curse him and his big mouth. She briefly wondered what else he had pillow talked to his wife about.
She ushered Kathy onto the elevator and stepped in behind her. "That sounds great actually."
"Great! And you can bring your date if you'd like. I'm sure El won't mind some male company."
Oh, I'm sure he will. "Okay. I'll let him know."
They step off the elevator and out of the station.
"Have fun, Liv. Goodnight."
"Night Kath."
Later that evening, Olivia's date drops her home. He offers to walk her up but she declines. He waits for her to enter the building before driving off. Ever the gentleman. She waves and smiles, then heads for the elevators. He was a great guy. Handsome, funny, sweet, and very well off. But she found herself comparing him to Elliot. She knew deep down in her soul that no one could bring her pleasure like Elliot could and she hated him for ruining her. Hated that she couldn't have him at all times. She often hated herself for falling so hard for someone so unobtainable.
Her mind wanders back to the moment at the station. She can't get the image of him and Kathy kissing out of her brain. She's so wrapped in her thoughts that she doesn't see him standing off to the side, leaning against a wall. When she gets on the elevator, she presses the button for her floor and turns around. He's stood there holding the doors open.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Wanted to make sure you got home alright. You didn't answer my text."
She looks down at her phone, seeing the notification on her screen for the first time.
"You must've had fun to not see it." He steps in, letting the doors close behind him.
"As a matter of fact, I did. He was great."
"So great that you didn't invite him up."
Asshole.
He follows her when she exits onto her floor and heads for her door. He stands too close and his hands find her hips while she unlocks it, but she uses her elbow to back him up.
She doesn't stop him from coming but she keeps her distance.
"Look, what happened at the station earlier… I didn't know she was coming."
"Sure, you didn't. I wouldn't be surprised if you called and told her to come."
"Are you serious Olivia?"
"As a heart attack." She sits on the couch, placing her clutch on the coffee table. "We both know you'd do anything to make me jealous."
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Fuck you."
"Whatever, I didn't call her. She just showed up."
"How convenient." She'd slipped her shoes off and stood, heading down the hall to her bedroom.
"I'm sorry, but she's still my wife Liv." He was hot on her heels.
'My wife.' She hated to hear those words coming out of his mouth. She stops abruptly, turning to face him. He's closer than she expects and she has to look up at him to meet his eyes.
"You didn't have to make out with her in my fucking face!" She's furious. "And then you come here for what? I hope you're not expecting- "
"That's not what I came here for," he says cutting her off.
"Then what?"
"I wanted to smooth things over. And we weren't making out," he sighs. "But I know that it was awkward for you."
"Damn right it was! You did that just to make me jealous."
"I wasn't about to refuse to kiss my wife in the squad room! That's ridiculous."
"Can you stop saying that!? I don't wanna keep hearing that. I'm mad enough as it is."
"Sorry," he puts his hands up defensively.
"And cut the crap. You were jealous that I didn't tell you about my date, so you did what you do best. Piss me off." She turns to walk away then spins back around to mock him. "'Love you.'" Her face screwed up in annoyance.
"You're right. I was jealous that you had a date and mad that you didn't even tell me."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that daddy had to give me permission." She turns away again, pulling her dress up and over her head. "Last time I checked I'm single and you're very married."
"Don't start with that. You could've just told me."
"You're such an asshole. You think that because I let you fuck me you have the right to know my every move? Well, you don't."
"You know what? You're absolutely right." He steps closer and she takes a step back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let my emotions control my actions. You know that I lo- "
"Stop it." She says sternly, fingertips pressed into his lips. "Don't you dare."
"Fine. You know that I care about you and don't actually want to hurt you. I took it too far."
He slowly moves closer, opening his arms to hold her. She lets him, but doesn't hug him back. The leather of his jacket is initially cold, then warms as it rests against her bare skin.
"You have the right to do whatever and see whoever you please. You don't have to tell me anything and I'm sorry for acting like an ass." He kisses the top of her head and asks if she can forgive him.
She waits a beat. "Maybe," she mumbles into his chest.
"Yeah?" His hands slowly trail down to the top of her thong, hooking his thumbs underneath the sides.
"Uh, uh," she pushes against his broad chest. "I'm still mad."
"How can I make it up to you?"
She knew exactly what she wanted but wasn't willing to give him the satisfaction of thinking that he was off her shit list. So, she settled for the next best thing.
"There is one thing." She removed her bra as she made her way to the bed. She sat down and spread her legs, inviting him into the open space on the floor.
He quickly pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the side.
"Get on your knees."
He did so without hesitation. She loved the control she had over him. He'd do anything she asked, not that she asked for much.
He slid in between her parted legs, bringing his arms underneath her thighs. Her fingers caress the top of his head as he nuzzles into her sex. His nose is pressing into her clit through the lace, causing a shudder to pulse through her.
"If you do a good job, I might consider forgiving you." She says in that low, breathy tone that always does it for him. She leans back on her elbows and lets him take the lead for now.
He's running his nose up and down her slit, then inhales deeply.
"God, I love the way you smell."
His lips part and he flattens his tongue over the fabric. His saliva soaks through, adding to her wetness. He lowers his mouth again then lets his teeth graze over her clit. Her hips jerk forward. His fingers hook under the sides of her thong again, this time pulling it down her perfectly tanned legs. They're tossed somewhere behind him and she drops onto her back when he pulls her to the edge.
His tongue licks up her slit, gathering her arousal then swirling around her clit. Her right hand grips the bedding as her left covers her breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple. She gasps when he laps at her clit, flicking up, down, left, and right.
"Elliot," she whispers.
He stops and pushes her toward the middle of the bed, needing to get more comfortable. He lays on his stomach between her thighs holding her open to him. Diving right back in, he sucks and slurps her like a starved man having a five-course meal.
"Shittt," she whines, lifting up onto her elbows again.
His tongue pushes inside of her and she grabs the back of his head. She's using him to fuck herself now and he can't think of anything he'd rather be used for.
"Fuck, I need you deeper." Her pace quickens. "You're gonna make me cum all over your face."
She feels his tongue wiggle inside of her. Eyes rolling back, she falls to the mattress. He does it again then pulls out, but before she can protest his fingers take his tongues place within her. She's clenching erratically around him, dangerously close to euphoria.
"You're a mess, baby." The rumble of his deep voice against her thigh making her shiver.
"Yeah?" Her hips lift up off the bed, seeking friction against her clit. "Eat it all up. I want her to taste me on you."
He looks up at her devilishly enjoying her naughtiness. His lips wrap around her sensitive bud, sucking while his fingers pump in and out of her.
"Faster, El. I'm so close."
His fingers move at a nearly impossible pace and she shatters immediately. The suction he provided making her mind numb.
"Oh God, oh God. Fuck… yeeeeees!"
He opens his mouth then, shaking his head from side to side. His tongue slips and slides over her sensitive sex and she pushes him away. He pulls back and rests his cheek against her inner thigh, smiling up at her. From the nose down, he's covered in her juices.
"Still mad at me?"
Her eyes are shut and she's splayed out on the bed, completely sated. "Haven't decided yet," she whispers.
"Guess I gotta have another taste." He places a kiss above her still twitching clit and she lazily pushes at his head.
He moves to sit up, one leg hanging off the bed and watches her, committing the image to memory. Her hair was spread around her head like a crown, her lips parted and plump. Her legs were still wide open and he admired her glistening core, proud of his handiwork. He wanted to drown in her and never be resurrected.
"Go wash your face." Her voice is laced with sleep.
He goes into the bathroom, reluctantly washing her arousal away. They both knew that he'd never go home to Kathy like this, no matter how removed he seemed. When he comes back, she's under the covers on the far side of the bed. He makes his way around it, coming to a halt next to her. He leans in, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Night, Liv," he whispers. When she doesn't respond, he knows she's asleep. I love you.
He hated leaving her, but they were both adults and knew what this was between them. It was nowhere near his ideal situation. In a perfect world he'd be sliding in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and counting his blessings before falling asleep. But he had a wife and kids to get home to. So, he quietly slipped out of her apartment using his emergency key to lock the door.
He hoped that all was forgiven. But even if it weren't, what could he do? She knew he wouldn't leave his wife, especially not with little Eli in the picture. He wished that he could promise not to get so jealous, but he was a possessive bastard. He'd just have to do a better job of keeping his wife and mistress separated. He had to do a better job of protecting her too, not hurting her. If only he could give her everything she wanted. He'd just have to settle for peace of mind. But could he even do that without screwing up?