Kind of loosely related to the last chapter but not. It's a miniscule reference and if you can find it, kudos to you. You all seemed keen on this idea so I present to you...
Everyone had dispersed from the precinct for the night after a long day of goose chases and lack of sleep. Elliot rubbed a rough hand over his face and watched as Olivia yawned into the palm of her hand. Despite a day filled with unwavering labor, insomnia was taking its toll. Their eyes were heavy but they couldn't will themselves to rest.
He knew the perfect way to lull them to sleep.
His foot reached out and brushed against Olivia's underneath their adjoined desks. Her head shot up, her brown eyes streaked with red meeting his equally blue and red ones. He smirked at her, unable to keep his arousal at bay. She raised her eyebrows and cocked her head to the side.
"You don't have to be all suggestive about it, Elliot," she said. Was it his imagination or did he detect a hitch in her breath? "Just come right out and say it."
"You know I'm better with actions than I am with words, Olivia," he replied with a wink.
"So what'll it be this time? Cragen will kill us if we break another table supposedly not having sex on it."
"I know he will which is why I had something else in mind."
"And what would that be?" she asked, her bright eyes dancing. He hadn't imagined anything this time; her tone was undeniably seductive.
"I've always had this fantasy of you and I having sex on Cragen's desk. Every time we're in there because something has gone wrong with the case or we've gotten into another scathing argument, I just picture it. And you don't even know how much I've wanted to do this."
"This such a fantastic idea! What a way to keep us out of trouble, Elliot," she rolled her eyes but she was still smiling. He knew that she wanted this as much as he did.
"Everyone has already left and we'll be finished before anyone has the chance to return. We'll clean up our mess, I promise." Elliot grinned at her.
"You're really gunning for this, aren't you?" Olivia said, folding her arms across her chest. It blocked Elliot's view of her and he licked his lips at what he knew lay beneath. She sighed at the hungry look on his face and smiled. "You only want to do this to get back at Cragen for all those times, right?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, that's another story altogether," he waved it away. "I'm doing this to do you."
"You're such a romantic," she rolled her eyes. "But I love it when you talk dirty to me."
Elliot gave her one last look before he lifted himself from his chair and pulled her to him, his lips meeting hers and his fingers tangled within her hair. He pushed apart her lips with tongue, easily gaining access to a mouth he was desperate to explore.
She smiled against his mouth and started to back away from her desk, straight towards their boss's office. Elliot returned the smile, breaking the kiss for only a fleeting moment as he twisted the knob on the door. He slammed it shut behind him, his deft fingers already going to work on the buttons on her blouse.
They may have been tired, but it didn't stop them from going at each other like rabbits.
Lips on lips, skin on skin and everything in between. As moments passed, the temperature in the room seemed to raise a thousand degrees. The heat from both bodies radiated and made the cold winter in New York seem impossibly scorching.
A set clothes were already piling on the floor as Olivia discovered a sensitive spot on Elliot's neck that caused him to make noises a grown man should never utter. She let out a breathy laugh against his flesh which only made him even more aware.
She tore at the material that blocked her from his chest, ripping his shirt and his tie off of him. He threw all of the paperwork off Cragen's and lowered her cautiously onto it. Her fingers divested him off his belt buckled and pants, moving to do the same with his boxers. She grinned widely at the sight of his erection and brushed her small hand over him.
He threw his head back and groaned. He couldn't let her keep doing this or he would loose it before he even had the chance to find it. He reached behind her and released the clasp of her bra.
His lips set a blazing trail beginning with her neck and ending on her breasts. He took her fingernails digging into his scalp and her moan as a sign she liked what he was doing. Her voice raised even more as his teeth scraped across her nipple.
While he continued hot kisses along her hipbone, she spied Cragen's brass uniform hanging from a cabinet handle. She could see a portion of her reflection in the brass and she had to struggle to hold back a giggle. It was another reminder of how naughty what they were doing was.
He hooked a finger around her panties, toying with the lace as if he were debating whether or not to free her of them. He looked up at her and grinned. "Almost a shame to take them off," he grounded out. "They're pretty damn nice."
"But you're going to anyways?"
He hummed back and pulled down the last vestiges of her clothing. He kept teasing her, his lips and tongue delving into places far more suitable for teasing.
"Elliot," she choked out. "I think we're past the foreplay by now."
"Is that your way of telling me you want me inside you?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
He took that as a yes and lowered himself onto her. He rubbed himself over her, taunting her and taking pleasure in making her beg. When her unanswered pleas became too much, she ground her hips against his in hopes he would give her what she wanted. He took her blatant hint and pushed into her slowly. She dug her fingernails into his back and he winced. There were sure to be marks in the morning.
He created a steady rhythm, moving in sync with her with every stroke. He could feel her tightening with every thrust and he reached between them and pressed a thumb against her most sensitive area. Her legs hooked around his as she finally let go. No more than a second later, it was turn to finally release.
They sat there together, clinging to each other for longer than they had intended, trying to regain coherent thought and steady breathing after a worthwhile ride.
"I am exhausted beyond belief," Elliot gasped out.
"We could fall asleep right here but I don't think Cragen would appreciate walking in on his two best detectives naked on his desk."
He kissed her softly on the forehead. "Can you imagine the look on his face?"
"Now that is something I would pay to see."
Any ideas on where they'll have sex next? It won't just be in their place of office, but anywhere outside of there as well.
