"Well a statement with this many red flags no good cop would overlook it."

"Especially not one with a dying marriage and a history of violence."

He sees the challenge in her eyes and he wants to bite but he doesn't trust himself to not say something stupid. She'd been after him on this whole case, chewing at his ass with divorce comments and he doesn't get it. What would she know about anything? So he moves past her, walking to the locker room to take five minutes before he says something that could screw up their already rocky partnership up for good.

Olivia feels herself deflate as he leaves. She doesn't know what's gotten into her but she is at boiling point. At some point something has to give with Elliot and she doesn't know what that is going to be. She wonders if she should follow him, carry on the argument and then the phone rings and she reaches out to pick it up but something tells her not to, something fighting to get out tells her to follow him.

--

Elliot stood with one arm leaning against his locker with his eyes closed. He's still taking deep breaths trying to calm down when he hears the door close behind him and he knows it's her.

"What are you doing here Liv? What more do you have to say?"

"You're wrong, you know, about her."

Elliot scoffs and turns to face her not realising she had crossed the room and was only a few feet away from him.

"You don't know anything about how crazy a divorce can get, you can't get anyone to marry you."

"Fuck you." She spits, taking a step forward and he cocks his brow.

"Is that what you want Liv? Now that I'm divorcing Kathy you think I'll finally give you what you want?"

She raises a hand to slap him but he grabs her by the wrist and spins her around so that her back hits the lockers. It hurts but she stays quiet, whatever was happening now she didn't want that ruined by his sympathy.

"In your dreams. Is that what you used to imagine on your weekly sex night? Imagining it was me underneath you?" She throws back and it hits close to home. He thought of her more than he was willing to ever admit to himself never mind her.

"You wish. I had a nice little thing at home to fuck any night I wanted to but you, you had to go scour bars like a whore looking for a man that looked just like me didn't you?"

Elliots thigh pushes between her legs as he speaks and it takes all of her willpower not to moan at the sensation as she sinks down onto it. His free hand takes her other wrist and holds it to the other side of her head before she could try and slap him again.

"Admit it Liv. That's why you've been so on my ass isn't it? Just want me to fuck that attitude right out of you?"

"I don't wanna fuck you." She tells him staring him straight in the eyes and he smiles.

"But you need to don't you?" He pushes his thigh higher into the heat radiating from between her legs and he smirks as he notices the way she fights to keep her eyes from fluttering shut.

"I bet you're wet for me right now."

"I bet that isn't a gun in your pocket." She throws back sarcastically.

He'd been so concerned with her he hadn't realised how hard his dick was and how it was clearly poking through his jeans into her leg. At her words he pushes it into her further and leans in to whisper.

"And what if I said I was gunna fuck you huh Liv?" his hands come together above her head as he takes both of her wrists in his large hand and moves his other to squeeze her breast. Finally getting to touch the place that he had dreamed of for so long he almost forgot what he was saying. "Would you let me?"

"If it meant you let me go."

He chuckles into her neck as he pinches her nipple and her body betrays her arching into his touch.

"You can go right now Liv, I won't stop you." He lets go of her hands above her head to show her that he meant it but she kept her hands there and pressed her core harder into his thigh making him grin."But this is what you've waited for isn't it?"

His eyes find hers again and this time instead of fighting it she stares him right in the eyes as he grinds his thigh into her again until she gasps giving him the reaction he had been waiting for to trail his hand down her arm to meet the other on her breast.

"The second I told you I was getting a divorce this is what you wanted isn't it? Me to pull you aside and fuck you."

His hands move down to her hips and his thumbs rub small circles on either side of the exposed flesh just above her jeans.

"Tell me."

"Yes." She answers bitterly knowing there is no point in denying it now when they're so close.

Elliots hands reach around and grab two handfuls of her ass, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around him as he presses his cock between her legs. Her arms wrap around her neck with her nails scraping at every inch of flesh they could find, a mixture of wanting to hurt him and claim him as they finally kissed.

Their tongues fought for dominance as she took control of Elliot's head, moving him to the position she saw fit as he concentrated on keeping them upright as he dry humped her against the lockers. It was when he had to admit she had won the battle that he placed her down on the floor and pulled back to admire her flushed face and heavy breath.

"Good, because it's the only thing I've thought of since telling you."

This time Olivia pulls him in, locking his lips to hers before she moves her hands from the back of his head to her jeans to push them off. Elliot does the same, kicking off his own shoes and shoving his jeans to the floor. Olivia practically jumps back into his arms when they are both stripped of clothing on their lower halves and Elliot holds her against the lockers as he spreads her legs as wide as possible, dropping his forehead against hers to look between them.

"That sweet pussy." He whispers as he pushes his cock through her wet folds and she gasps as the tip rubs over her clit. "Look how wet it is just for me."

She wants to call him a cocky asshole but she can't deny she's soaked. She can see her arousal already coating her thighs and she just wants to feel him inside her.

"Just do it." She tells him angrily as she watches him tease at her entrance.

"Say it."

"No."

"I need to hear it."

She wants to fight him on it, doesn't want to say anything that sounds like begging but she needs him so much her whole body is vibrating.

"Fuck me El."

She barely finishes her sentence before he is pushing into her, easily all of the way until his balls are slapping against her and they both hide their faces, nuzzling into each other's neck pretending they need a moment to adjust but really the emotional part of their brains is trying to process this new physical connection.

"Move." She tells him eventually, worried that if they stayed like this any longer she may start to cry in his arms. He pulls back, almost fully out before slamming back into her and she whimpers and the sound alone makes him groan. His inexperience dawns on him as he starts to fuck her, he'd only managed to give one woman an orgasm in her life and the way his balls are tightening already he doubts Olivia can cum that quickly.

Olivia isn't complaining though as he drills into her with such a ferocity he reminds her of one of her vibrators. She kisses him again to silence her moans though pointlessly as the slamming of the lockers would probably tell any passerby what was going on inside the locker room.

"Oh god Liv." He moans and she knows it's a warning. She wouldn't normally help a man get her off, if he wanted to fuck her it was a job for him but with their position she knew she didn't have much choice but to move her own hand between her legs and massage her own clit as his cock hits the sweet spot inside her and he groans his relief into her neck.

His mouths starts softly, placing kisses onto her neck before they turn to small bites until he is sucking on her and she knows he's purposely trying to leave a mark and she hates him for it yet she lets him, she lets him mark her as if she is his because for the first time she feels like she finally can be.

"I need to cum inside you Liv. You know why."

She nods eagerly keeping her eyes closed as she tries to outrun what he is telling her even though she feels a spark of hope in her chest.

"Do it." She clarifies with him and he kisses her again, feeling like he's been giving a second wind to hold back from his own orgasm with her offering.

"Come for me Liv." he whispers against her lips and moments later her kisses turn to moans and her forehead leans against his. He feels her spasm around his cock and his mouth hangs open, panting his final breaths to enjoy the sight of her before he can hold back no more and he spills himself inside her. The clanking of the lockers being hit is the only thing to hide their loud moans as they get so lost in each other and forget where they are.

He grabs her hips tightly, trying eagerly to cum as deep inside her as he can, hoping that one time is all it takes. Olivia keeps her walls clenching around him even after the orgasm has faded, just as eager to milk every ounce he has to give her.

"We should get back to work." She says barely audible when she feels him start to soften inside her. Really she doesn't want to break this moment but the enormity of what they had just done is weighing on her and she realises anyone could walk in.

"What does.." Elliot starts to ask but she only pushes him away.

"Not now El." She tells him as he places her quivering legs on the ground.

He nods and they get dressed in silence. He isn't sure now is a good time to speak but it feels wrong to walk back out like nothing has happened but off she is going anyway until she swings the door open and pauses and he looks up eagerly but she doesn't turn to look at him as she speaks.

"Not now." She pauses for a second. "But we will discuss..". Then she walks out and closes the door behind her and he smiles. She wants to talk and not run away and he has to take that as a win.