She was so engrossed in her laptop that she didn't notice him entering her office that evening until she heard the click of the door behind him.
Elliot turned around as her eyes fluttered away from the computer screen to meet his; gruesome images filled the screen but she found a soft place to land in him.
"Hey," she said. "Sorry, I got caught up in all this." She motioned at her desk, cluttered with discarded paperwork, a scattered menagerie of pens and pencils accompanying the mess at hand.
"Don't be." He shrugged. "It's all part of the job." He knew he'd always have to share her; being Captain was a demanding role but one she was so deserving of.
Olivia smiled softly at his words. He was always so understanding. While the Elliot she'd known in years past had been quick to anger, somewhat abrasive and brass…this Elliot was tender, understanding, and the calm in all of her storms. He'd softened with age, though ferocity still lurked within his veins beneath the surface.
This Elliot….was hers.
He'd been back from being undercover for a couple of weeks now, still sporting the beard from his mission. He was welcoming change for the first time in his life – with open arms. He'd felt like a changed man when he'd returned – a new look, a wedding-band-less finger, and a relationship blossoming with his ex-partner.
It helped that Olivia liked the beard, too.
"Kathleen has Eli and Noah," he said, his eyes dancing around her office. It was decorated with mismatched knick-knacks and news articles; accolades from their past. "Figured we could steal a couple of hours away for dinner to ourselves. Feel like I haven't seen you this week." He put his hands in his pockets, shifting nervously on his heels. No matter the time or distance between them, he'd always felt nervous around her. She stirred something in him, igniting his soul deep within, sparking embers he didn't even know were there.
"Yeah?" Olivia stood up and grabbed her bag off the floor from beside her desk. She quickly shut her laptop and tucked it inside, along with grabbing a handful of writing utensils scattered around her. She swiped a handful of papers and files into the bag before her hands found the black leather jacket that hung on the back of her chair.
Elliot felt his breath catch as he watched her. She was stunning, a timeless beauty, but her outfit choice that morning stirred more than just his soul. He'd seen her that morning, stopping by with a coffee and kiss on the cheek on the steps of the courthouse.
It was late fall and the New York air had a crisp chill to it. She'd opted for a black dress, black heeled boots, and a black leather jacket that morning – all of which made him want to take her right then and there.
He moved across the room in only a few steps, his hand finding hers and stopping the jacket from sliding over her shoulders.
"Don't." His voice was low.
Olivia frowned in response, her jacket and arm suspended in the air.
Elliot turned around in a swift motion. He was in front of her office door, turning the lock and closing the blinds. He flipped the light switch and moved across the room, blinds closing along the windows in the front of her office in an effortless motion.
"Elliot." Her voice was steady though her nerves were anything but.
He turned around and smirked as he saw her, her brows knit with confusion and a pout on her face.
"Sit," he said from across the room. He nodded his head in the direction of the chair behind her.
A laugh escaped her as she slung her bag over her shoulder and folded the jacket over her arm. She started to round the corner of her desk when he spoke again.
"I said, sit," Elliot repeated, not taking his eyes off of her.
Ah. There it was. A glimpse of the Elliot she'd known before.
"Need I remind you that I don't take orders from you, Detective?" Olivia asked as she cocked her head to the side and smirked, her expression undeniable in the low light of her office.
Elliot smiled at her pulling rank, a playful grin coming over his face as he walked back to her. He rubbed his face, wiping the smirk off of it. "I think you'll like these orders," he said simply. He poked at her shoulder, nudging her back against the chair, reminding her of his earlier command.
She dropped her bag and jacket to the floor as she gave in, sinking back down into the chair.
"Fine," she said, gesturing around her. "Since you're making orders, what next?"
He ducked down and was under her desk before she knew what he was doing. He ran his hands under the hem of her dress, bunching it up as he moved upwards.
"Elliot," she gasped, her hands reaching to stop him.
His hands gripped her thighs and yanked her towards the edge of the chair in a rough motion; the only noise in the room was the chair's wheels squeaking against the tile floor.
"Relax, the door is locked," he said quietly, sensing the tension starting to hum within her body. "No one is here. I've got you. The only thing you need to do is enjoy yourself…and stay quiet."
Olivia laughed and bit her lip.
His thumb rubbed small circles on her inner thigh as he stared up at her. "Seriously. Just relax. This is about you."
His hands started their movements again, dancing along her skin as he trailed upwards and found the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers under it and pulled them down as fast as he could move the flimsy material. He glanced up at her one more time before he disappeared, the desk and her dress cloaking him in darkness.
"Liv, relax." His voice was lower but still loud enough for her to hear.
She took a deep breath and scooted closer to him, settling against the back of the chair in a somewhat awkward position, but she ignored it, accepting that this was happening.
His hands ran along her calf, tracing over the velvet of her boots. He gripped her thighs again, spreading her legs as far apart as he could get them as he got up close and personal with the most intimate part of her. She heard him chuckle; there was no use in denying how aroused she was when he could see it for himself.
She felt his beard first. She tried not to laugh as it tickled her skin but let herself start to giggle as she let go, living in the moment. She'd thought about it a million different times over the years but never actually imagined a situation that would involve such a precarious position in her office, with him on his knees.
His tongue found her core and started its dance, lapping at her in alternating rhythms destined to drive her mad as he brought her close to the edge and then backed off. He drew special attention to her clit as his tongue circled it. Olivia squirmed, arching herself off the back of the chair at his movements. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of her orgasm, growing irritated that he backed off as soon as she thought this was it. Normally she'd be embarrassed she was already there, but this was Elliot, her partner. He always knew what she needed, when she needed it, and how to give it to her.
In sync since day one.
She grabbed the edge of her desk, knuckles turning white as he continued. He slowed his movements as she arched her head back, the late autumn glow invading the office through the blinds on the back windows and sparkling off the gold chain around her neck. She felt her knees start to close around his head, then frowned as he stopped completely.
"El-" She looked down and gasped as his tongue was replaced by one of his fingers, then another, as he plunged into her. Olivia moaned and bit her bottom lip as she squirmed again.
"Come on, baby. I've got you." He poked his head out from under the hem of her dress, his hand still working in overdrive underneath.
"Elliot, I told you how I feel about that word," she said, casting a glare in his direction.
He smirked as he curled his fingers deeper inside her, eliciting another moan from her. She made a fist and hit her desk, desperate for release. He had her exactly where he wanted her – in the palm of his hand, quite literally.
"I don't think you're the one making the rules tonight, Liv."
"Arrogant bastard," she laughed. She narrowed her eyes again, knowing he was indeed calling the shots.
"Look at you," he said as he pumped harder. "The Captain getting fingered in her own office. Come on," he coaxed. "You're right there." He curled his fingers again. "I want to watch you."
She felt herself fall over the edge, her walls clenching down on his fingers as she stifled a scream, his name on the tip of her tongue. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as her body shook, lazily leaning back against the chair for support.
"What the hell was that?" she asked, breathing heavily as stared at him.
Elliot smirked as he removed his hand from under her dress. His fingers were coated in her and they glistened in the dim light of her office. He popped them into his mouth and sucked on them, tasting her, drinking up everything she'd given him. He released his fingers with a pop and shrugged.
"Guy's gotta eat, huh?"
She laughed, memories of that night undercover so many years ago flooding her head.
"I wanted to do that all day."
His hands grabbed the black lace pooled at her ankles and started to slide her panties back up her legs but she stopped him. She bent down, making quick work of discarding them. "Don't bother," she said, balling her underwear up in her fist. "Might as well keep them." She pressed her hand to his, transferring his trophy.
He crawled out from under her desk, straightening his thermal shirt and putting his prize in his pocket. Since returning from undercover, he'd taken on more of a laid-back style, another thing Olivia did not mind. He reached across the desk and grabbed a Kleenex, running it over his face and tossing it in the trash can beside him.
"I believe I still owe you dinner," he said, holding out an arm to help her up. She gladly took it; her legs still felt like jello from her undoing.
"Let's order in." She grabbed her bag and jacket off the floor, running her glasses up into her hair to hold it back from her face. "And continue this at my place." She motioned around her desk.
"Ah," he laughed. "I like the way you think, Benson," Elliot said, leading her to her office door.
Olivia flipped the lamp in the corner off as he opened the door for her, allowing her to step out first. She turned back to him to suggest a restaurant she wanted to try as he shut the door behind them but she stopped short in her tracks when she turned back to her squad room.
"Fin," she said, her voice an octave higher than usual.
Fin's eyes darted between the two of them and her enclosed office. A small smile spread across his face as he noticed Elliot's lack of eye contact and Olivia's flushed cheeks.
"I didn't see anything," he said, waving the file folder in his hand in the air. "And I'm leaving now. Have a good night." He turned around to grab his jacket from his desk. "Though something tells me you already did."
Olivia felt the heat in her cheeks grow as she held back a laugh, biting the inside of her mouth.
"Thanks, Fin," she said as she nodded.
"Good night!" He turned around and sauntered out of the squad room.
"Well," Elliot said as he cleared his throat. He raised his arm to lean against the doorframe. "Guess we aren't as sly as we thought."