When Love Takes Over

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He barely made it inside his office before a hand reached out and yanked him by the collar of his jacket. "Wh-" But that's when he figured out who the hand belonged to, because his question was immediately interrupted by hungry and familiar lips against his own.

"That was so hot." Amanda breathed out against his mouth before going in for another kiss.

"You weren't supposed to be there." Carisi protested, turning his head to look towards the hallway outside to make sure that no one was watching them. "I told you."

That much was true. He had told her to stay away from the courtroom during the Wheatley trial. He had blamed it on taking zero risks at such a high profile and important case, but she suspected his nerves played a greater role than anything else.

"Yeah, well, I don't like taking orders." She shrugged, pushing against him and the closed door behind them.

It was impossible to stay mad at her when she was like this. So he couldn't do much more than grin when her lips ghosted his. "I can see that."

"But seriously-" Amanda said, somehow managing a kiss that was a mix of raw passion and something much softer. "That was amazing. You're amazing."

Carisi groaned when she not so subtly started to grind against him, eager hands working to get his jacket off. "Court turns you on, huh?"

"Nah." She shook her head, smirking when the jacket was finally discarded, her hand now gliding over his growing erection. "But you do."

"I have like seven minutes." The ADA mumbled against her lips, groaning again when she put more pressure against the bulge in his pants.

"I can totally work with that."

…

She found him in the stairwell, leaning against the wall. Not really sure what had lead her to look for him there, but relieved to find him nonetheless.

"There you are." Olivia said, a little out of breath after restlessly roaming the many hallways of the courthouse.

"Yeah, just…" He cleared his throat, looking from her to the floor between them. "Needed a breather."

Her response was a simple but sympathetic "hm" as she leaned against the opposite wall.

"Hell of a performance by your ADA." Elliot mumbled when neither of them had said anything for several long seconds.

"He's… He's getting the hang of things." She shrugged with a crooked smile, briefly reminiscing about how nervous her former detective used to be when he first made the move from the precinct to the courts, and how confident he now looked.

"Carisi should watch his back, though." He finally met her eyes then, and she could see that the worry on his face was genuine. "Wheatley's got people everywhere."

While Olivia shared his concern, she really didn't want to deal with that on top of everything else. And maybe that was the reason why she added a second shrug. "I think Wheatley has his hands full right now."

"You too, Liv." Elliot said, ignoring her response, his eyes now burning into her. "You need to be careful."

"I'm not worried." Olivia mumbled, not sure why she sounded so defensive. "I should-" She started, moving towards the door. But that's when he grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her to him.

"No, Liv, I mean it." He whispered, pulling her even closer. "I can't… Liv, I can't lose you."

And that's when she stopped breathing.

…

"Fix the blinds." Amanda ordered, while hastily undoing her belt and unbuttoning her pants.

When he felt assured that no one would be able to see through the windows in his office, he turned around. And that's when his mouth fell open, because she was already bent over his desk, elbows resting against the wooden surface with her belt dangling loosely. Practically ready for him to devour her.

"Jesus." Carisi heard himself breathe out.

"Rollins is fine." She snickered, looking over her shoulder with a sly smile on her face.

"You sure about this?" He asked while stepping up behind her, letting his hand glide down her shirt covered back before resting them on her hips.

"Clock is ticking, counselor." She tugged at her pants a little. "Six minutes."

And that was all the encouragement he needed, helping her get the pants down before freeing his now throbbing cock. He pulled her underwear to the side and closed his eyes when he heard her moan as he rubbed against her glistening folds.

"In me." She begged, pushing back against him.

But now that they were both fully exposed, the reality of what they were about to do crept in on him, making him stop. "What if someone walks in?" He whispered, glancing nervously towards the door.

"I don't care." Amanda said, making no effort to hide the impatience in her voice. "Let them."

He looked down at her then, and while pushing his nerves aside and acting purely on the fire that was reserved for her and her only, the ADA aligned himself with her entrance before sliding into her.

"God, you're so tight." He let out a deep sigh of relief when he was completely buried, her warm and slippery walls pulsating around him. Making him forget about where they were, and the possibility of someone barging in.

"Move." She pleaded, groaning while she rocked against him. "Fuck me."

And with five minutes to go, he wasted no time. Holding her steady while slamming into her, reveling in her muffled grunts, knowing how much she was holding back. Briefly wishing that they were in the privacy of one of their own bedrooms right now, all while thanking a higher power for this wild and spontaneous side of her that he loved so much.

He had always loved her. But he hadn't known just how much he needed this. Someone to make him feel alive. Someone to force him out of his own head every once in a while and just live in the moment. Someone to remind him that it was okay to need, to want.

"Fuck." He grunted. "You feel so fucking good."

…

Time stood still then. Completely still.

Because she could feel his breath on her lips, and she was pretty sure he could feel her pounding heart with the way their bodies were now pressed together.

"El?" She whispered. Not exactly sure what she was asking.

"I know." He whispered back. "I know I keep coming to you for help. I know I keep screwing up. But-" He stopped briefly, gently placing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek. "It's just… I need you."

"You have me." Olivia heard herself say, shocked by her own admission. There were so many other things she wanted to tell him. So many reasons for her to yell and scream. But this was the simple truth. These were the only words that mattered right now. The rest could wait. "I'm here."

"Are you?"

She wasn't sure what drove her to it. The look in his eyes? The vulnerability in his expression? Or maybe she was just finally giving in to what she had wanted to do for so many years. For whatever reason, she leaned in, her eyes moving down to land on his lips.

"Liv."

"I'm here." She mumbled, her lips now almost close enough to touch his. "Right here."

…

"Babe." Amanda whimpered, biting down on her lip so she wouldn't cry out. "I'm close."

"Me… too." He responded breathlessly, gripping her hips so hard that he worried his fingers would bruise her.

Just as she moved a hand down between her legs, he moved one hand to grab her hair. He knew how much she loved that, how the pain made her walls clench around him.

"Talk to me." Carisi ordered.

"I'm gonna come so hard on your cock." She confessed through gritted teeth, her head tilted back by the force of his hand. "Fuck, you feel so good inside of me."

He was practically vibrating against her now, skin slapping against skin at rapid speed. Because while she loved it rough, had no shame in how she sometimes got off on pain. He felt the same way about her voice. The dirty words that escaped her in the heat of the moment.

"More." He demanded, holding on for dear life as he felt his impending climax start to build.

"I'm so wet for you." Amanda said, whimpering again while circling her fingers against her clit. "Come in me."

…

Neither of them had moved or said anything for a long moment. But Olivia felt it all. All the unspoken words, all the forbidden but wanted touches. All of it. And now? It was finally within reach. But something was still stopping her. A faint voice in the back of her mind, reminding her that they were standing in a hidden stairwell, in the middle of his wife's murder trial.

If something was going to happen, it needed to be him. It didn't matter that she was desperate to close the remaining gap between them, not more than a few inches. It didn't matter that her entire body was on fire, that every single part of her was throbbing with need. It had to be him.

"El." She said again, not daring to look up.

"I know." Elliot responded, his voice low and hoarse and gentle, causing goosebumps to erupt down her neck and spine.

I want to kiss you too. I want to touch you and feel you and love you. I want everything that you want. I want to know you in the one way I never could before.

That's what she heard, and when she finally raised her head to look at him, that's what she saw, hidden behind a veil of tears.

"Not yet." Olivia whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Not yet." He said, making her breath hitch when he leaned in, aligning his mouth with her ear. "But soon."

…

When Amanda felt fairly confident that her clothes weren't stained and that she didn't look like a complete mess, she stepped out of the stall in the courthouse restroom. Her legs still wobbly from what just happened in the ADA's office, her hands still trembling.

But she forgot all about her weakened muscles when the first thing that met her, were brown eyes staring back through the mirror.

"Hey." She mumbled, moving towards the sink to wash her hands.

"Hey." Olivia responded before clearing her throat.

"You… You okay?" Amanda asked when she noticed the water that was currently dripping from the captain's face.

"Yeah." She said, reaching for a few paper towels. "Just got a bit lightheaded." She pressed the paper against her flushed skin while the detective finished cleaning up next to her. "You might want to do something about that."

The blonde's eyes fell down then, heart pounding while she checked her clothes for anything that could somehow reveal what she just did. But when she couldn't find anything, she raised her head again. "About what?"

Olivia smirked as she checked her make up one last time before she turned to leave. "The hickey on your neck."

The end!

Hope you enjoyed this tiny one shot:)