prompt: roleplay
rating: g
It's a couple months into her SVU stint when she realises Elliot might end up being a Problem. She's still new, but not new enough that it's awkward; the caution is gone, the rest of the department no longer watching her every step and waiting for her to fail. She's got their affection, but more importantly, she's earned her place. It why they listen when she interrupts Monique and Elliot's re-enactment.
"You're going about it wrong," she says, and catches Elliot's hand before directing it to her throat instead. "The marks only make sense if she was facing him."
Elliot follows her lead, shifting so they're only inches apart, his hands wrapped around her throat. It's a loose grip—barely touches her, really—but he winks at her first and then smirks, and she's never really liked cocky guys before but there's something about the way Elliot wears it that makes her stomach flutter. His thumb ghosts over the dip of her collar, there but not there, and Olivia swallows around the breath that catches in her throat.
Her neck has always been a sensitive spot.
Elliot smiles, eyes bright and clear and baby blue, and Olivia gets the distinct feeling that he can see right through her. That he knows exactly what she's thinking.
She clears her throat and steps away. Forces her thoughts back on the case. "See?" she says, looking toward the captain. "She had to have seen his face."
Elliot stands behind her, to the left, the case file in his hand, and the ease with which he shifts back into Work Mode almost makes her wonder if she'd imagined the whole thing.
The way her neck burns with his phantom touch reminds her that she hadn't.