The Ante
Chapter Fifteen
By: Lizzie Bundick
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Author's Note: slaps on content warning Just to be safe. Ah, paranoia, isn't it fun? And thank you all you dear readers who keep reading even though I'm an evil, evil author, lol. Please read and review.
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Considering the amount of files, papers, and other flammable objects in the records room, one would think Elliot Stable and Olivia Benson would have stayed far, far away from each other. The problem with fire is it draws you in. You keep coming back because you can't stay away. The same was true with these two, they kept coming back.
Olivia sat reading files, sifting through phone numbers to check if the victim called anyone suspicious. Of course the problem was Elliot was leaning over her shoulder, reading the same files she was.
His breath tickled the back of her ear, hot and heavy. She could picture all too well the lips that breath past through to reach her ear. She could also remember how those lips had felt pressed against hers. And all she wanted was to taste him again…and again and again.
She figured it would be a bad idea if she whipped around, grabbed Elliot and threw him down on the table. First off, the blinds weren't drawn, so everyone could see them. And second, she didn't think the table could take it.
"Your heart's beating a mile a minute," Elliot commented lazily as he reached over her and grabbed a sheet of numbers, "Find something?"
"No," Olivia said, sensing his grin. The jerk knew exactly why her heart was racing. Her imagination was stuck on the idea of table top sex.
"Hmmm," Elliot hummed, leaning closer to her. So close in fact his lips were brushing against the ridge of her ear.
"El," She whispered, as a shiver of delight raced through her.
"Liv," He whispered back, tilting his head and breathing deep against her hair. Her fingers tightened on the highlighter. She pushed her chair back and slipped away from Elliot before the temptation became too much.
"Sorry, sorry," Elliot said, bracing his arms on the table and closing his eyes tight. "It's just that…"
"Yeah, I know, I know." Liv drew a deep breath trying to calm herself, "Maybe I should send Andy in here, I don't think it's smart for us to be alone right now."
Elliot laughed, "That's putting it mildly, don'tcha think?"
"We've got to focus on the case, or else…"
He finally looked at her with a ironic grin, "Or else we can't work together? Now you get why I tried to walk away."
Olivia looked down at her feet, "Should we talk about this first, maybe? Figure this out before it goes any further?"
"That would be the smart thing, but Liv," She looked up when his feet entered into her view and she sucked in a breath at the look in his eyes. Such raw heat, raw…desire, all for her. "But this isn't going to go away because we talk it out. There's only one way we're going to solve this. Once this case is over."
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Author's Note: I swear to God, I just love playing with sexual tension, lol.