"She's in her office. Good luck," Fin mused as Elliot walked into the squad room with a paper bag in one hand and coffees in the other.
"Uh huh, we're going to lunch," Amanda said, leading Velasco out as Fin grabbed his things to follow.
Elliot's eyes darted up to the closed blinds on her office windows and doors, and took a deep breath before approaching slowly and knocking.
"What." Came a voice from behind the door.
"Hi…" he said cautiously, cracking the door just enough to poke his head in.
She spun around quickly from the board she was staring at and let out a soft sigh. "Hi."
His jaw dropped the second he was able to take it her appearance.
She'd gotten dressed and was leaving before he even finished brushing his teeth, and he had only seen the semi-fitted blazer and pants she was wearing before she rushed out.
The blazer, now, was draped over her chair and covering her body was a skin tight, white cotton, boat neck shirt with even tighter blank pants and her signature boots.
His gaze was on her boobs, which he swore took up over half of her torso and whose nipples were peaked from the boarder line freezing temperature she kept her office at.
"Elliot," she snapped, and his eyes snapped, too, up to hers.
In response, he shut the door and flipped the lock, stalking slowly towards her and ridding himself of the lunch bag and coffees on the way.
"No," she warned, "I have way too much to do and I'm really stressed," she said, holding a hand up to him as he continued approaching her. "And you… you were an asshole last night," she added, face going red immediately at her desperate confession.
The corners of his lips twitched into a smirk and his stupid bushy eyebrows raised up to his stupid bald forehead.
She glared at him, knowingly and with another silent warning.
"So that's what this mood is about," he asked, the smirk finally curving all the way up. "Hmph…"
"Elliot no. It's cause I have a shit ton on my plate." She tried, backtracking and opening her mouth to speak again, only to snap it immediately shut when he began to roll up the sleeves of his blue chambray shirt.
"And nothing to do with the fact that I wouldn't let you cum last night?" He asked, his voice thick with both cockiness and arousal.
"No!" She wasn't going to back down. "It's cause I'm severely short staffed and I have McGrath breathing down my neck and OC needs help and Homicide needs help and Noah and Eli have 75 summer activities each and I'm trying to maintain a healthy relationship so yeah El, I'm a little frustrated."
He'd finished rolling up his sleeves during her speech, and was now maintaining eye contact that made her grow heady with desire and lose all train of future protest and lies.
His hands moved to his shirt to unbutton the first few buttons and expose the fine hairs of his chest, before taking a few more steps towards her and resting them on her hips.
"You done?" He asked softly.
She furrowed her brow in response and chewed on her lip.
"Thought so," he mumbled, walking her backwards to her chair and pushing her to sit.
"Tits look fucking unbelievable in this shirt Captain," he said in awe as he sunk between her legs and cupped her breasts in each of his large hands.
A soft whimper escapes her lips when he brushed her hardened nipple with his thumbs.
"That was mean of me last night… to torture you like that… 'specially with both kids home."
He paused to smile when he noticed her breathing had increased.
"I know you've been stressed, and sending you to work all worked up wasn't nice… to you or your poor team."
His hands dragged slowly down her body to where her pants fastened, glancing up for any sign he should stop.
Receiving none, he popped open the button and pulled down the zipper at an achingly slow pace until it could go no more. Keeping his hands in place, he looked up to her.
"Can I make it up to you? Will you ever forgive me?"
His tone was mocking and his lips curved down, now, in a pout that made her want to both smack him and wrap her mouth around his cock.
"If you don't put your face between my legs in the next thirty seconds I'll shoot you in the balls," she said through gritted teeth.
Taking his cue, he pulled at her expensive pants and she lifted her ass, scooted to the edge of the chair, and spread her legs as far as she could, sighing in relief when he buried his face into her aching core.
His eyes rolled up to her's as he flattened his tongue and licked a long strip up the length of her red and swollen pussy lips that were covered in a thin carpet of dark hairs.
"Elliot don't tease me… please," she whispered, her hands finding purchase on the side of his head and directing it to her swollen bud.
She moaned softly, leaning her back when he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck while his fingers tested her wetness just below.
"Do it," she commanded, eyes squeezed shut now.
Plunging two fingers in, she gasped at the intrusive but welcomed sensation and instinctively rolled her hips upward when his fingers curled to her g-spot.
"N-not here," she whispered, but he just smirked and began working the patch of spongy flesh inside of her while alternating sucking and flicking his tongue against her clit.
"El," she warned, feeling close to her release but not willing to give in to the pressure building in her core. "P-pants… 'spensive," she managed.
Chuckling softly, his fingers uncurled and he began a quick pace as he doubled down on his efforts on her clit until she was gasping and whining above him, back arching and body tensing.
The walls inside of her clenched down around him and a soft scream of relief and pleasure fell from her lips as a strong orgasm overtook her body, prolonged by his unwavering movements.
When her sensitively overwhelmed her, she pushed his head away and collapsed back into her seat, satiated and sporting a lazy smile.
Her thumbs carcasses his head gently as he licked her clean and pressed soft kisses to ever bit of exposed flesh before readjusting her pants and standing just enough so that he could kiss her.
"Taste yourself," he whispered, running his tongue along her lips and letting out a groan of his own when she plunged her's into his mouth.
"So good," she whined softly.
"Always… I'm sorry I left you like that."
"Still love you," she said, finally opening her eyes.
"Still love you more," he said, peppering sweet kisses to her mouth and cheek. "Still wanna keep me around?"
"Always," she whispered.
"Good… we're keeping this shirt around, too, Cap."