chap two - prompt: collar | rating: t
Elliot gives the outfit one last look-over, gaze trailing from the expensive leather shoes to the form fitting navy suit: his disguise for the night, some hotshot with wandering hands. They've been working the case for over a week.
He's making for the locker room door when Liv stops him. "Hold on," she says, jogging to catch up. "You've got—"
She cuts off, comes to a halt in front of him. For her part, she's dressed as she normally is; will be watching on a monitor from the van outside. He still thinks she looks better than he does.
"What," he says, half a murmur, looking down at himself. Rather than answer, Olivia lifts her hand. Rests it on his shoulder.
Fingers, soft and warm, brush over the back of his neck as they fix his collar, smooth the fabric. Elliot stills, tense beneath her touch but not because it's unwanted. Quite the opposite, if he's honest: a familiar kind of heat pooling his insides with Olivia this close.
She smiles when it's done, hand trailing across the blazer and down his torso: quick and innocent enough to be casual if they both didn't know better. "All good," she tells him, voice warm. Lightly teasing. He half expects her to wink when she turns away.
She doesn't. His thank you stays stuck in his throat.