Trigger Warning: Mild violence, flashbacks, SA threats.


She came against his hand.

Hard.

Her tight walls closing around his fingers as the base of his palm pressed against her clit. His other hand closed firmly over her mouth as her strained climax came out in muffled cries. His hips were holding her against the door as his hand still moved slowly inside her, refusing to let her come down from the waves still pulsing through her pelvis as she continued to tighten around his fingers. She is breathing through her nose before he finally lifts his hand off her mouth and her lips part as she sucks in a weighty breath.

"Ugh, fuu- El," she lets out softly as her head falls back against the door. His jagged breath heats the crux of her neck as her entire body slumps against the wood of the door. He moves his lips in, pressing them into the ridge of her temple before leaving a warm kiss at her perspiring hairline.

"Jesus," he whispers above her ear. Her hand finds his upper arm and she is smoothing her palm across his bicep, urging him to slip out of her but he doesn't just yet. She can still feel herself pulsing around him, the tremors of her orgasm convulsing around his thick fingers.

"I don't want this to end," his mouth is against her ear, his voice dragging when he says it, the emotion thick within his throat and she knows his words extend well past the heat of this intimate moment. Her heart is hammering as his fingers continue to curl up inside her, languidly drawing in each and every inch of her. Her mouth parts, hands moving then from his forearm to his cheek and she is framing the side of his face tugging his damp lips towards hers.

She smoothes her lips softly against his before moving back and capturing his eye contact.

"It doesn't have to," she whispers before she presses her mouth firmly against his, drawing his lower lip between hers and sucking slowly. The room slows then, silence invading their moment as she kisses him intimately, her tongue dipping languidly into his mouth, her lips seeking out the heat of his mouth. He exhales into her kiss as the tip of her tongue swipes his, his groan getting trapped in her open mouth.

Her hand slips south, latching onto his belt buckle, attempting to tug the leather out one handed. His pelvis is still holding her against the wall, his fingers still buried inside her. The angle is off so instead she slips her hand down the front of his jeans, her fingers smoothing over his denim clad erection, her breath hitching against his mouth at his state of granite. He groans once more, unable to help himself from rocking into her palm, the thud of their bodies against the door echoing through the trailer, a preview of the noise they would create if they were to take this further.

Her hand slides back up, grasping his belt buckle once more, her lips nicking his jawline in the struggle as his body refuses to back up off her to give her the leverage. "El," she whispers throatily. "Please." She feels him swallow, his adams apple bobbing and she counts the beats of hesitation swarming as her thumb swipes slowly back and forth over his forearm in reassurance. Slowly and reluctantly he slips his slick fingers out of her, the motion causing her to bite down on her lower lip as he gently slides them out.

She lets out the breath she is holding as his body backs up off her a little. She can feel his eyes on her as he plants his hand against the wall parallel to her head, his fingers still lined with her juices. Her heart is thumping wildly as she reaches out, gasping his belt, unlatching the leather and drawing it slowly through the metal buckle. She moves his body closer, tugging him towards her by the lip of his jeans. His chin bumps her forehead as she unzips him before sliding her hand downward into his briefs and directly across his hardness. His mouth parts against her temple and he groans, his sticky hand moving downward, grasping her hip and pressing them up against the wall as her palm encircles his cock. She feels his heavy breaths exhale into her hairline, his lips scraping across her forehead as his fingers sink into her hip, traces of pre come lining her fingers as she smoothes her thumb over the tip of his penis.

"Ugh," he bucks into her, the door rattling under their weight and his hand is slipping under her dress then, his thumb hooking into the side of her panties. She lets her body soften against his as he continues to drag on his cock, her breathy exhale a clear indication of where she wants this to go as her legs spread a little wider. He slips his hand beneath the lace of her backside as she continues to stroke his hardness and he squeezes her bare ass cheek, groaning into her ear, their breathy moans intermingling as he grinds their lower halves together.

"Chase!"

A hand pounds on the door behind them and her breath catches in her chest, the vibrations of the wood racking through every fibre of her body. Elliot stills against her and they both freeze in place. His wide eyes search hers in a panic, his lips parting in complete disbelief that this is happening.

They had just moaned in unison - loudly.

"Chase? Open up!" The voice continues as does the pounding and there is urgency in his voice.

He lifts off her immediately, her hand slipping out of his pants and he is yanking her away from the door within seconds. She feels the shift, her feet tripping over her discarded high heels as he drags her hurriedly towards the mattress. His strong arms grasp her biceps moving her backwards, his strength back in full force, her feet unable to keep up with his steps.

Her ankles hit the edge of the bed and he shoves her backwards. Her back hits mattress and she bounces once, twice in the decent and suddenly he is on top of her. The wall of his chest presses into hers, her breath leaving her body, a noise of exertion escaping her as he grasps her wrists and pins them at shoulder height. She feels his hips moving roughly between her legs and her mind doesn't have time to catch up, all she feels is Lewis above her as the memories of her past slam into her.

"Scream," he rasps down at her in a whisper.

Her heart hammers. She can't do this. Her breath is trapped in her throat, tears are budding, she can't for the life of her force anything out of her lungs.

"Scream!" he repeats more urgently this time shaking her body firmly.

One move, lights out.

Her eyes pinch closed. Act or not act she cannot have this version of her partner in her head. His chest is crushing her breath and suddenly his hand is moving closing over her mouth. She practically chokes as he blocks her breathing passage. She tries to yell in response, the sound getting muffled by his palm as tears start to spill openly down her face.

She hears the door busts open and a man with a gun is in the room in seconds, pointing the barrel directly at Elliot's head.

"I'm not done yet," she hears Elliot rasp violently and her heart pounds incessantly against his chest, his voice is much darker, much more sinister that she's ever heard before.

"You're done," the voice from above tells him and suddenly he is grabbing Elliot, pulling him backwards, sliding him off Olivia's body until he is yanked to his feet.

"Tony wants to see you."

Olivia watches the unfamiliar man press the barrel of the gun at the base of his throat before turning his attention down to Olivia. His eyes raking down her partially exposed body.

"And bring the girl."


The clicking of Elliot's boots fill the expanse of the warehouse as his fingers sink firmly into her upper arm. The pressure is enough to leave a mark but it's the least of her concerns as she spies Tony walking towards them.

'Act petrified.' Elliot had told her in his earlier instructions but it seems there was no need, his performance in the trailer was enough to prove to her that this was all too frighteningly real.

She swallows as Tony's brazen eyes roam over her body, a feeling in the crux of her chest starting to pound as if things were about to take a turn for the worse. Tony's eyes move over her tear stained face, smudged mascara, her raw lips and her marked neck until they settle on the swells of her breasts where her bra is now partially exposed. She is shaking, trembling in fact - tears still silently spilling down her cheeks retracing the path of dried ones.

"Mmmhmm," Tony approves. "Looks like you put this one through the ringer." He licks his lips. "How was she?" A dark snarl coming over his features as he asks Elliot with a smile. "Or should I find out myself?"

Olivia's stomach turns, her heartbeat thumping into overdrive. She goes to step backward but Elliot's grip is firm, unrelenting retching her back to him.

"Not this one," Elliot says through gritted teeth, keeping her steady. But she hears it, the hint of fear in his tone, as if he knows this could be a real possibility if he doesn't play his cards right.

"Why? No good?" Tony scoffs.

"Very good," Elliot confirmed. "This bitch had some fight – made her scream for hours, but she's done, she's spent. Lets dump her tonight. Rich is bringing in the new shipment tomorrow, I wanna be fresh."

Chills run down her spine at Elliot's brutal delivery, his voice, his tone, the fluidity of his words, the way his fingers are still piercing into the flesh of her arm, all too frighteningly real. She tries to move again, just an inch away from him to create some space when he tugs her back towards him, her bare feet skidding against gritty cement.

"She's a cop," Tony begins as if Elliot should know better. "We have to dump her far - we wouldn't make it before daybreak," Tony presses. "We wait for morning. Besides, you say she's spentbut she's still standing - there's still some fuel left in her tank for me-" Tony starts to step forward.

"She's a lieutenant," Elliot presses cutting him off. "You don't think they have the whole taskforce looking for this bitch? As much as I appreciate the gift Tone," Elliot reminds him. "She's a sitting target, one that we've held onto for too long. We dump her tonight."

Tony's eyes flit back and forth between Elliot's, a look of internal deliberation masking his face as he considers Elliot's case. She feels Elliot's grip on her forearm tighten as he waits in anticipation for his response.

"Fine," Tony rasps angrily in response. "Get the car."

TBC