Cozy
disclaimer: I don't take responsibility for the shameless fluff. that goes to my sugardaddy Dick Wolf for implying it so damn much.
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It was a Thursday. It was raining. The coffee machine had been inadvertently broken. Her legs were cramped from being folded under her, her back aching where it rested against the concrete wall. She'd reached her climactic point of PMS. A tampon had been used as a pen.
But mostly it was a Thursday. And she hated Thursdays.
What a way to spend one, really. As if the day wasn't shitty enough, she was spending it outside in a particularly freezing downpour. Early April was the time for rain, but never pleasant rain. It was late winter rain, when if-it-were-any-colder-it-would-be-snowing-and-you-damn-well-know-it weather kept appearing.
God damn New York and its New England weather.
Beside her Elliot shivered and coughed, breathing onto his hands.
"Some stakeout," He said quietly, his eyes darting playfully in her direction.
"Always a good time," She said, rolling her own eyes and rubbing her fingers against her palms to try and warm them.
"I could go for some soup right now." He grinned. "Chicken noodle. Or squash soup. Or tomato soup, and oyster crackers."
"Please don't talk about food." She said, groaning. "As if my stomach hasn't growled enough in the past three hours…"
"See a donut place nearby?" He looked over his shoulder, but the only storefront in sight was a tattoo parlor of questionable cleanliness. "Damn…" His stomach growled as well, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "If this wall were any comfier, I think I might fall asleep." He said with another sarcastic smile.
"Well, it is a Sealy, buddy." Olivia rolled her eyes, shifting her weight again. "There is absolutely no way to get comfortable in a concrete corner." She huffed, finally falling onto her backside. Elliot's hand suddenly appeared beneath her arms, pulling her up with fingers that were stronger than she'd remembered.
"Here," He sat back, leaning up against the wall. "Sit in front of me, and you'll be more comfortable."
She did as he bade, but found no difference in her position.
"Still bad?" He raised an eyebrow, spreading his legs out. "Slide in between my legs." She flushed a bit when she shimmied in between his knees, but finally gave in to the temptation that was driving her mad, letting her arms drape lazily over the sides of them.
"Lay back." He instructed, and she found her head resting against his chest.
His legs slowly crept over hers, and his hands rested on her thighs. She knew how warm her skin was becoming, and she no longer felt the cold or rain when his hands pressed gently into the flesh of her thighs, slowly moving up to her hips.
"Better?" He asked, resting his chin on the back of head.
"Much." She said, grinning.
Suddenly, a familiar pair of faces appeared beside the building to their right, grinning triumphantly.
"They got inside, and there's nobody there so we can just- whoa." Munch raised an eyebrow, sliding his sunglasses down his nose to get a better look at the comfortable partners.
"What? What?" Fin's eyes widened when they met Olivia's, cold as her gaze was. "Damn." He hit Munch in the arm, frowning. "How come you wouldn't let me use you for a pillow on stakeouts, John?"
"Probably for the same reason we don't share underwear, Fin." Munch gave Olivia another grin before heading off in the other direction. "We're leaving." He called over his shoulder, winking mischievously.
Once they were out of earshot, Elliot leaned down to touch his lips to her ear.
"Cozy?"
"Oh yes." She smiled.
"We're in no hurry to get back, right?"
"Not at all."
The rain stopped, a small beam of blue sky peeking through the grey helms overhead.
For a Thursday, things were certainly looking better.