Elliot walks out of a butchers shop in Little Italy after questioning a witness when his phone vibrates in his back pocket. He stops just outside, pulling the device free to check the notification, seeing a single text from his ex-wife.
OB: Busy??
He chuckles at her use of the two question marks, she only did that when she wanted an answer quickly. He knew that whatever she needed wasn't urgent because she would've called if it were an emergency, like she'd done so many times before.
He slowly walks toward his SUV as he types a response.
ES: Just finished up with a witness… need something??
She'd recognize his very subtle teasing.
OB: You're not far, come to the precinct. I need your help with something.
Throughout their separation they continued to share locations with one another, but the day after she told him she was filing for divorce, she'd stopped sharing hers with him. Elliot always kept hope alive that she'd change her mind, that one day she'd ask him to come back home and they'd be a family again, so he never returned the sentiment. He'd honestly forgotten about it, thought that after so long she'd forgotten about it too, but he couldn't deny that he was pleasantly surprised to know otherwise.
ES: Be there in 15. Did you eat?
OB: Not hungry. Hurry.
He dials Ayanna's number as he hops into the driver's seat, notifying her of the new information he'd received from the butcher's son on his drive to the 1-6.
When he arrives, stepping off the elevator, the squad room is nearly empty. None of Olivia's team is present, probably out on assignment or fetching lunch at this hour. He nods his head acknowledging the few unis milling about, slipping between the desks toward Olivia's office. He notices that the blinds are drawn all around and her door is shut; it couldn't be a coincidence that he was summoned here when her whole team was gone.
He turns the doorknob when he approaches and pushes the door open, peeking his head in quietly in case she was taking a call or doing something important. She's sitting at her desk, staring at the screen of her laptop when he spots her. She looks up, practically slamming the device shut and pushes her glasses atop her head before she stands to meet him. Like always, his eyes travel down the length of her body, drinking in every glorious curve as if it's the last time he'll see her. She's wearing a peach pink dress that's fitted above the waist with buttons stopping right above her navel, the bottom flares out just past her knees and swishes gently with the movement of her legs as she steps around the desk.
Olivia had never been the 'wear a dress to work' kind of girl, save for special occasions, so he couldn't help but appreciate the vision before him for a little bit longer.
"What took you so long?" She asks in an almost whiny voice, not letting him answer as she instructs him to lock the door.
As soon as he turns back to her, she's on him. Her hands start to unbuckle his belt and undo his fastenings as she pushes his back flat against the door.
"Well, hello to you too."
"Oh, sorry," her hands falter. She barely has to raise up on her tiptoes in her heels to press her lips against his. The kiss is quick and she's focused on the task at hand once more, dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling his pants down to his thighs as she goes.
"Jesus, Liv. What's gotten into you these last few weeks? Not that I'm complaining."
He's in her mouth before her hands wrap around the base of his length and cup his balls respectively. Her tongue slips between her bottom lip and the underside of his dick, swirling it around his girth to wet as much of him as she can reach. She pulls back, letting her hand pump him slowly as he grows harder, heavier in her palm.
"Doctor Weiler prescribed new supplements, been horny as hell since I started taking them."
"Shit," his head thumps against the door. "Make sure you don't miss a day."
He thinks he should send flowers and a card to her gynecologist.
"God, I've been thinking about sucking your dick since I woke up this morning."
She uses the hand that was previously caressing his balls to tuck her hair behind her ear, then sucks at the tip of him, stroking his slit with her tongue to gather the pre cum there.
He groans, looking down to watch her work. Elliot was just a puddle of weakness when Olivia gave him head, couldn't do much but watch and struggle to not blow his load too soon. Her strokes were firm just how he liked, but somehow still gentle, never squeezing too tightly. Her hands were soft, nails always manicured and pretty with some dainty color. This week it was a pale blue with a tiny white heart on each pinky nail. He adored those shows of femininity from her, it made him feel like that much more of a man.
He loved the bob of her head, the way her lips spread to take every inch of him in, how she wasn't afraid to make a mess of it at times. She was perfect.
His hands are clenched at his sides, not wanting to tangle them in her hair and mess it up so early in the day. He hisses when her lips finally meet the skin of his pelvis and she gags around him, quickly pulling back and it makes her glasses fall to her face again.
"Shit, Liv. You are so fucking sexy."
It was seldom that she kept her glasses on during sex, usually worried about them getting broken in the process, but it made him feel like he was sneaking around with the hot librarian.
She moans around him when she takes him in her mouth again, moving her hands away to suck him deeper and deeper, keeping her eyes on his the entire time. She can see him struggling to keep his hands to himself, lets hers grasp them, interlocking their fingers.
"Fuck… thought you weren't hungry."
"Hmm," she pulls off of him in one long slurp, standing on wobbly legs to lead him to her sofa. She pushes him down, lifting her dress to pull her underwear off and straddle him. "Hold my dress."
His large hands slide up her thighs, pushing the skirt of her dress up and under his thumbs at her waist. He watches as she presses his length to her labia, grinding her clit against his already sensitive tip. His fingers dig into the fabric, rocking her hips back and forth until she lifts up to let him stretch her like he had most nights this week. The deeper he gets, the tighter she feels around him, her eyes roll back and she bites her bottom lip. She grips his shoulder, finding her balance as she starts to rise and fall above him.
"Oh fuck, that's so good baby."
Typically, Elliot would be the one using pet names. He thinks she must have really been missing him today, assumes that he can probably get away with being a little more mushy than she'd allowed in the past few months. Her acceptance of his acts of love depended on the day; mostly, she wanted to keep things uncomplicated. They were cordial when exchanging Noah, the picture of a functioning divorced couple when their teams worked together, and when she called him over late at night, he was just scratching an itch. But what was once a circumstance of comfort, was slowly finding its way back to being a love galore.
"You missed me, baby?"
"Shut up Elliot."
He'd misjudged her mood, this wasn't 'love me' Liv. This was definitely 'fuck me' Liv. Her other hand joins the one now behind his neck as she uses him for leverage to bounce harder and faster.
"Just fuck me, okay?"
"That," he smirks, "I can do."
He scoots lower on the sofa, planting his booted feet firmly on the ground to drive up into her. Quickly, the sound of his thighs smacking against her ass resounds around them and she's moaning softly in his ear. By nature, she was loud, but she had great self control. She'd never risk letting anyone catch them in the act here, not even when he was hitting every spot within her like a symphony floating through all four of its movements.
Her breath catches in her throat, the marble of him pistoning up into her and his rough hands lift to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples pebble under his touch and he wishes that he could pop these buttons to free them, suck them into his mouth, roll them between his teeth just how she liked. But when she clenches around his dick, he forgets everything except the feel of her pussy pulling him in like she wanted him to stay there forever. Every time she sinks down onto him it feels like she's trying to drain him of everything he has, his balls draw closer to his body, preparing to empty and fill her.
He grips the back of her neck, pulling her farther down so that the angle of him driving into her shifts. Her arms wrap tighter around his neck and she presses her open lips to the shell of his ear.
"Oh my God," she whispers. "Keep doing that."
She was right there on the edge of that cliff, ready to tumble over any moment now. She starts whimpering with every thrust, lips pressing together in a failed attempt to keep the sounds in.
He bares his teeth, going harder until he pushes and she pulls and they're finally released from the desperate grip of arousal. He forces a few more lazy thrusts, prolonging this state of temporary euphoria until it becomes too much in tandem with her nails digging into the base of his neck.
Her forehead falls to rest on her forearm still wrapped around him. They're breathing in sync, bodies molded to one another with the give and take. But she doesn't stay for long, languidly extracting herself from his firm hold to stand and correct her clothing.
He stays rooted, watching her flutter about, raking her fingers through her hair and pulling her discarded underwear from the space between the cushions to slip them back on.
"Elliot, get up." She nudges his knee. "Come on, before everyone gets back."
He sighs, wishing that he could stay here watching her all day. Or take her home and do it all again.
"I feel used," he feigns hurt, standing to pull his pants up. "But I kinda liked it."
"Just 'kinda'?"
He walks toward her slowly, slipping his belt through the final loop. She backs away from him knowing that this could easily turn into another round of sex they weren't supposed to be having for so many different reasons. The backs of her thighs hit the desk so she has nowhere else to go, trapping her between it and him. He steps into her space, placing his hands on either side of her on the desk, forcing her to sit.
"You know that I could never just 'kinda' like anything about you. I live for everything that is Olivia."
The look in his eyes is smoldering and she feels the tiny sparks starting in her lower belly again. They can't do this right now, someone on her team would be back at any moment.
"Didn't think you still checked my location," he says.
"I don't… normally. I just needed to know if it was worth texting you so I didn't waste my time."
"You wound me," he places his hand over his heart.
"I have a lot to do, that's all."
"I know, I know," he places his hands on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I'm just teasing."
"Very funny," she pats his chest. "Now it's time for you to go."
"One last thing before I do."
She cocks her head to the side, lifting a brow.
"Share your location with me again."
"Elliot," her hands slide down his chest, gently pushing him back so she can stand.
"C'mon, just put my mind at ease," he watches her with that intense look that's always unnerved her. "Plus, it's unfair that you can see mine but I can't see yours."
"You sound like a child, Elliot."
"Please," he pouts his lips, going for cute but failing in her eyes.
She huffs, moving to lift her cell off of the desk. After a few seconds of clicking the screen, she places the device down again.
"There. Don't make me regret it."
He fixes his mouth to make a sarcastic comment when a loud knock sounds at the door before the person tries to open it, unsuccessful as the door is locked. Fin calls from the other side, "Liv, you in there?"
"Do I look okay," she whispers, fingers fluffing her hair and she smoothes her dress down again.
"Perfect," he moves toward the door while still facing her. "Me?"
She gives him a thumbs up then picks up the papers closest to her, pretending to skim through them. Elliot opens the door.
"What's up, Fin?" He puts his hand up for a fist bump but her sergeant just shakes his head with a smirk.
"Divorce couldn't even stop you two, huh?"
"I don't know what you mean," Elliot says as he slips out of the door. "Later Liv."
"Bye, Elliot."
She avoids Fin's eye contact for as long as possible until he clears his throat. "So, uh, how long has that been going on?" He gestures between her and the door that Elliot's just left through.
"What? Him helping me with cases?" She places the file down and adjusts her glasses, pushing them up her nose with her middle finger. "That's never stopped."
"Yeah, okay. With the blinds shut and the door locked. I'm afraid to even touch anything."
"Fin, did you need something?" She looks pointedly at him.
"Nah, just wanted to know what was going on in here." And he walks back out to the squad room.