A month skip, Olivia and Elliot have still kept their relationship under wraps, but detectives being detectives…
Despite their blossoming romance, the duties and responsibilities of their lives kept them apart. Work and other obligations loomed large, leaving little time for Olivia and Elliot to devote to each other. Although they longed for each other's company, they had to make do with stolen moments and brief exchanges whenever possible.
Elliot arrives at the office with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. He quietly sets it down on Olivia's desk; he knows she'll be here soon. He then retreats to his office, shutting the door behind him to prepare for the day ahead.
Elliot quickly catches himself as he hears a knock on his office door. He initially assumes it's Olivia, and he nearly calls out to her in his momentary excitement. But when he sees Mcgrath standing there, he quickly composes himself.
"Good morning, McGrath Come on in." Says Elliot
"Sorry for dropping by unannounced. I just wanted to chat with you about something important." Says Mcgrath
Elliot immediately shifts his attention from the undercover assignment to the case of Chief Thomas " Ah, Chief McGrath. What can I help you with today?
Chief McGrath enters the office with a severe expression on his face. He's holding a case file in his hand. McGrath: Listen, Elliot. We've got a serious case here. The CEO of a significant weapons company has been found stabbed in the groin in a parking garage. And now, we have a credible tip pointing us toward a swingers club"
"Ok, I can send in Fin or Cassidy with Monique." Says Elliot.
McGrath looks directly at Elliot, his voice firm. McGrath: I've decided I want Brian and Olivia to handle this. They're going to go undercover together to infiltrate the swingers club." Says Mcgrath.
Elliot bristles at McGrath's words. The thought of Olivia going undercover, especially with Brian, doesn't sit well with him. He tries to keep his voice even, but a hint of jealousy seeps through. Elliot: Uhuh, why do you want Olivia specifically for this case?
"Olivia has proven to be a capable and versatile officer. She's quick-witted and has a knack for thinking on her feet. I believe she would excel in this undercover role. And having Brian as her partner ensures she won't go in alone."
"With all due respect, boss Olivia has been on one undercover case, which is completely different. I don't think she is ready for this." Says Elliot
Elliot grits his teeth as he listens to McGrath praise Olivia's skills. Deep down, he knows she's well-suited for the job, but the idea of her working closely with Brian gnaws at him. He tries to keep his emotions in check, but his jealousy is becoming more challenging.
"You work with her more than me so I'll let you make this call Elliot. I hope you know what you're doing." Mcgrath says before walking out."
Elliot lets out a heavy sigh as McGrath leaves. He feels a mix of emotions warring within him - jealousy, worry, and a hint of helplessness. He knows he's acting irrationally, but his feelings for Olivia make it hard to think clearly. He closes his eyes momentarily, trying to gather his thoughts and push aside the gnawing jealousy.
McGrath spots Olivia in the hallway and walks over to her, his face stern. McGrath: Hey Olivia. I've got a new case for you, but I need to know one thing before I tell you about it.
Sensing the seriousness in McGrath's tone, Olivia gives him a curious look. "Sure, Chief. What's going on?"
McGrath takes a moment to choose his words carefully. McGrath: It's an undercover assignment. You would be going into a swingers club with Brian. You'd have to act as a couple, which includes some... well, physical contact. I trust you can handle it, but I wanted to check in first. Are you comfortable with this kind of assignment?" Ask Mcgrath
McGrath watches Olivia's expression, searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. He knows this assignment is unconventional and wants to ensure she's entirely on board.
"I spoke to the captain about this case, and he seemed reluctant to assign you to it. He didn't think you could handle it, but I believed in your abilities. I can try talking to him again tomorrow, but I'm not sure he'll change his mind." Mcgrath says before walking out.
Olivia marched through the empty halls, her anger fueling her strides. She pushed open the door to Elliot's office without knocking, the force of her entry causing it to slam against the wall. Startled, Elliot looked up from his desk, his blue eyes widening at the sight before him. Olivia stood there, tall and imposing, her brown hair falling over her shoulders, her eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and anger.
"You don't want me to go on an undercover gig with Cassidy because you're a possessive asshole!" she shouted, the words spilling out in a torrent of emotion. Elliot rose from his chair, his expression softening as he took in her distress. He knew this fiery woman could ignite a spark within him like no other, and in that moment, he felt a confusing blend of protectiveness and desire.
"Olivia, it's not that simple," he began, taking a step forward, his deep voice steady and calm despite the chaos of her entrance. "It's true, I'm protective of you, but it's not because I want to control you. It's a dangerous operation, and I worry about your safety."
"Don't treat me like a child, Elliot!" Olivia snapped, taking a menacing step forward herself. "I can take care of myself, and I've repeatedly proven that. You can't shield me from every potential threat. This is my job, and I'm good at it. I've proved that with Dean!" Olivia yells
Elliot leans back in his chair, his voice taking on a stern tone. "Dean was different, Olivia. You were working at an event together. This is different. You'll go undercover as a couple, pretending to be intimate in a public setting. The dangers are much greater here."
Olivia's expression hardens, her fists clenched at her sides. "You know what, Elliot? I'm done. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep being treated like some fragile object that needs your protection at every turn. I'm a grown woman, and I'm a damn good detective."
She takes a step closer, her voice rising with every word. "I thought we had something here, but all I keep getting from you is these stupid double standards and this damn possessiveness. I initially said this would never work without you being my boss. I didn't want to make our relationship public because it was a ticking time bomb.!" Olivia says before slamming the door shut.
Elliot stands there, watching Olivia walk away. There's an ache in his chest as he realizes that he might have just lost something important. He hadn't meant to push her away, but his jealousy and possessiveness had gotten the better of him. He sinks back into his chair, feeling the weight of his loneliness settle heavily on him.
Olivia keeps her head down as she goes about her work. She avoids Elliot's gaze, keeping her distance from him. Whenever she feels his eyes on her, she forces herself to look away, the pain of their argument still fresh in her heart. She avoids eye contact and any unnecessary interaction with him, just doing her job and trying to ignore his presence.
Alex walks into Elliot's office, a playful smirk on his face. He can tell something is off and has a hunch that Elliot is the cause.
"Hey, Elliot. What did you do now?" Says Alex, walking n
Elliot looks up from his desk, his expression a mix of irritation and resignation. He knows that Alex can see right through him. "What makes you think I did something?"
Alex leans against the doorframe, his smirk widening.: "Oh, come on. I know that look. You pissed off Liv, didn't you? What did you do this time?"
"I might have been acting a bit possessive about an undercover operation. I didn't want her to go on it because it's dangerous, but she didn't take kindly to that."
"Are you serious, man? Did you pull the overprotective thing again? When will you ever learn that Liv is perfectly capable of handling herself?"
Elliot rubs his temple, the frustration etched onto his face. "I know, I know. I can't help it, okay? She's important to me, and I don't want anything bad happening to her."
"Oh, what would you do if you were in my shoes? You'd sit there calmly while the person you care about puts themselves in danger?"
"Maybe I'd trust them to do their job and have their back instead of trying to control them. You act like Liv's fragile doll when she repeatedly proves she can handle herself. Just think about it, Stabler." Says Alex before walking out.
"Hey, Liv drinks tonight?" Alex says smiling
Olivia looks up, surprised to see Alex standing in front of her. She glances around, making sure Elliot isn't nearby before responding.
"Hey look who's back. Drinks? I could use one. What's the occasion?"
Alex grins, his mischievous nature shining through. "Oh, you know, alcohol."
Olivia quickly gathers her things and heads for the door, determined in her steps. She doesn't want to run into Elliot, knowing it would only lead to another pointless argument. As she exits the room, she looks back just in time to see Elliot's gaze trained on her. She looks away and goes to meet Alex.
Alex sits beside Olivia, a smirk still playing on his lips. He turns to the bartender, who nods in acknowledgment.
"Two shots of tequila, please. Make it a double."
The bartender pours the shots and passes them to Alex. She hands one to Olivia.
"What's with the tequila?" Ask Olivia
"For what you're about to tell me what's going on with you and Elliot." Alex says
"As you know, we've been secretly dating for the last month. He's just... being his usual, overprotective self. It drives me insane. I can handle myself, you know. I don't need him hovering over me like I'm some fragile damsel in distress. I broke up with him. I can't take the possessiveness anymore. It's not hot. He isn't letting me take an undercover gig because I have to kiss and be close to Cassidy. He's not separating work from our relationship." Olivia says, taking her drink in one swift.
"Yeah, him being overly protective and possessive is not cool. I get it; he's a protective guy but needs to tone it down a notch."
"Well, I don't have to worry about that now because I dumped his ass." Olivia says, rolling her eyes.
Elliot arrives home, his mind swirling with thoughts of Olivia and their argument from earlier. The silence of the empty apartment weighs heavily on him, and he can't shake off the feeling of regret and guilt.
He paces around the living room, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He knows he screwed up. He had let his jealousy and possessiveness take over, and now he might have lost Olivia because of it.
Elliot makes his way to the BDSM club, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Olivia.
Elliot makes his way to the BDSM club, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Olivia. He enters and finds a spot at the bar, ordering a drink to drown his sorrows.
David, standing nearby at the bar, turns to face Elliot with a friendly smile on his face. "Hey, Elliot. I haven't seen you around here for a while. What brings you here tonight?"
"Hey, I came to see if Alfred was working the bar tonight. " Says Elliot
"Nah he called off tonight is something going on with you?" David ask curious
"Yeah, something's going on. I got into a fight with Olivia. Again." Says Elliot, taking a sip of his beer.
"Ah, I see now. So you and Olivia were dating. Alex might have spilled it to me when you first got together." David smirks.
"Yeah, that's an understatement. I let my jealousy get the better of me and pushed her away. I just wanted to keep her safe, but I went wrong." He slumps forward, resting his forehead on the bar countertop.
"Hey, it's alright man. We all make mistakes. But you must figure out why you must be so protective and if it's worth losing Olivia over."
"I know, I know. It's just... I care about her so much. I don't want anything to happen to her. But I must find a better way to express that care without appearing overbearing and possessive."
"Elliot, have you ever considered talking to a counselor or therapist about your possessiveness? Sometimes, this kind of behavior can stem from deeper-rooted issues. Maybe uncovering the reasons behind your possessiveness can help you manage it better."
"No, I'm being serious. It might not seem like a big deal, but unchecked possessiveness can mess up relationships. It might help to get some professional advice."
"It doesn't hurt to try, man. Trust me, talking to a professional could do you some good. They can help you determine why you act as you do and give you strategies to manage your possessiveness more effectively."
"That's gotta be some joke." Elliot lets out a laugh
"Here. This is the card for a therapist I've heard good things about. Just think about it, okay? It might be worth trying if you want to fix things with Olivia." David says before getting up and walking away.
"Elliot! It's so good to see you again. It's been ages!" She steps closer, placing a hand on his arm. : "I must say, I've missed our little rendezvous. I'd love for you to be my dominant again, just like old times." Flutura says
"I'm not interested, Flutura. I'm not that person anymore."
"Don't you remember all the fun we had together? You knew how to please a woman." She steps closer, trying to rekindle the old spark between them.
As Elliot storms out, Dani discreetly watches from the corner of the bar. She snaps a photo, a mischievous smile on her face.
Elliot arrives at his apartment, the business card David had given him still clutched in his hand. He stares at it for a moment, lost in thought.
The prospect of therapy feels uncomfortable, like admitting defeat. But simultaneously, the thought of losing Olivia for good is even more unbearable. With a sigh, he places the card on his nightstand and collapses onto his bed, his mind racing with turmoil.
Elliot dials the number for the police station and waits as it rings. A deep sigh escapes his lips before he speaks.
Elliot: "McGrath? It's Elliot. I'm sorry to call on such short notice, but I have a personal matter that requires my attention."
The next day arrives
Munch, the burly and bearded senior detective who usually plays second fiddle to Elliot, is sitting at his desk. He notices Olivia peeking into Elliot's empty office. Munch can't help but notice her confusion and concern.
"Ah, looking for Elliot? He's not here today. Took the week off to deal with some personal business."
Olivia's brows furrowed in confusion, her mind swirling with worry. "Oh okay."
Munch gathers the team in the bullpen, his burly frame effortlessly commanding attention. : "Listen up, everyone. As you all know, Elliot's out for the week, so I'll be taking charge as acting captain. Our first assignment..."
He glances at Olivia and Cassidy before continuing, a sly glint in his eye. "Olivia and Cassidy, you two will be going undercover today. You two will under as a couple at a swingers club.
"You'll be playing the part of a couple at a swingers club. You aim to gather information on a potential gang leader who frequents the place. Blend in, keep your ears open, and don't draw too much attention to yourselves."
Cassidy and Olivia emerge from the club, flustered from their undercover roles. They rejoin Munch, and the rest of the team waits outside.
Munch raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Well, how did it go in there?"
Cassidy and Olivia exchange a glance before Cassidy speaks up.
Cassidy: "We got some intel on Jerry from a woman named Cassandra." Says Brian.
"So you two didn't need to kiss or do anything I'll have to inform the higher-ups about?" Says Munch
"Not just slight flirting, but we were both safe, and nothing happened." Says Cassidy.
"Good, good, let's roll out.": Says Munch
Elliot steps into the therapist's office, a bit uneasy but determined. The therapist, Gilber, greets him with a warm smile. : "Ah, hello. You must be Elliot. Have a seat and make yourself comfortable."
Gilbert sits across from Elliot, his friendly demeanor immediately putting Elliot at ease. Gilbert: "Glad to meet you, Elliot. So, what brings you in today?"
"Well, um." Elliot pauses
"Ah, I see. Before we delve into that, I want you to remember that this is a judgment-free zone. Whatever we talk about here stays between us, alright?" Says Gilbert
"Yeah, I messed up this time. My jealousy and possessiveness got the best of me, and I ended up losing Olivia because of it. And it's not just her. I've had these jealous tendencies for as long as I can remember, and I can't control them. It's ruining my relationship, and it's affecting my job. I'm desperate for help. I need to figure out how to get a handle on this." Says Elliot
"It takes a lot of courage to admit that, Elliot. But it's a crucial step in recognizing the problem. We'll work together to address these possessive and jealous tendencies. Have you always had these tendencies?" Says Gilbert
"I guess these tendencies have always been there, buried deep down. I never really acknowledged them as a problem until now. But they've been affecting my life for a long time." Says Elliot
"Alright, Elliot. Talking about our childhoods can sometimes be enlightening. Can you tell me a bit about your childhood? Along with other parts of your life? How would you describe it?" Says Gilbert
"My childhood was...tough. My dad was an abusive alcoholic. He took it out on my mom and siblings, and I always tried to protect them, even though I was the youngest. I spent a lot of time trying to keep the peace, stepping in to shield my mom and siblings whenever he came home drunk and angry. I had a long-time girlfriend until she got pregnant with the baby I thought was mine,.." Elliot trails off.
"And what happened with your girlfriend, Elliot? You mentioned she got pregnant." says Gilbert
"Her name was Kathy, and we were together for ten years. Then, one day, she just...vanished. I had no idea what happened or where she went. We had talked about starting a family, and she suddenly disappeared." Says Elliot
"You mentioned Olivia, your co-worker and former girlfriend. Can you tell me more about her? Physically, emotionally, and her characteristics." Says Gilbert
"Olivia is...beautiful. Bright eyes, a smile that can light up a room. But it's not just her looks; her spirit drew me in. Strong, smart, determined. She's not afraid to speak her mind, and she doesn't take crap from anyone. She's an amazing mom, and she's amazing inside and out with the victims." Responds Elliot
"It's clear that you admire Olivia for her strength and independence. But you've also mentioned that your possessive tendencies caused problems in your relationship with her. Can you explain how that manifested?" Says Gilbert
"I guess I became possessive and territorial, always worrying about her being around other people, especially interested men. I mean, who wouldn't be? She's gorgeous. I'm old enough to be her father and what I got to offer her, and I didn't want her to go on an undercover mission twice now because I was worried about something happening to her, getting killed, hurt or being with another man." Says Elliot
"It's understandable that you have possessiveness and worries about Olivia, especially considering her job. But do you think there's a connection between your possessiveness and your insecurities? Perhaps you're afraid she might find someone else or realize she could do better than you, given the age difference." Says Gilbert
"Maybe you're right. Maybe my possessiveness stems from my insecurities. I'm afraid of losing her, of not being good enough for her. She's younger, beautiful, and has her whole life ahead of her. I worry she might find someone better, someone younger, someone who can offer her more than I can." Says Elliot
"Elliot, you might unconsciously transfer your childhood traumas and relationship experiences onto Olivia. By being possessive, you're trying to prevent her from leaving you, perhaps stemming from a fear of abandonment. It's essential to learn to trust Olivia and establish a healthy, secure relationship without controlling her actions or interactions with others." Says Gilbert
"Yeah, I see what you mean. I guess my possessive behavior is just a way of trying to control the situation to prevent what happened in the past from happening again. But it's not fair to Olivia, and it's not healthy for either of us. I need to learn to trust her and let go of these fears. I just if I got her back I wound't fuck it up this time." Says Elliot sighing and holding his head.
"It's good that you acknowledge that you want to improve. Healing your insecurities and controlling your possessive tendencies is a process, but it's crucial for your well-being and future relationships, including reconciling with Olivia." Says Gilbert
Over the next week, Elliot dedicates himself to self-improvement and follows Gilbert's advice. He exercises diligently, practices mindfulness techniques and attends appointments regularly. He schedules appointments daily until he goes back to work he will be doing monthly sessions.
On her end, Olivia has been equally affected by Elliot's absence. She throws herself into work, trying to keep busy and distract herself from her thoughts. During downtime, she focuses on her son Noah, showering him extra attention and affection.
One new text message is unknown.
Olivia's heart skips when the strange number sends her a picture of Elliot. She sees him getting a flu shot, and in the background is a scene that appears to be a BDSM club. He looks comfortable, holding a drink beside her close to him (Little did Olivia know that wasn't the case).
The night is restless for Olivia as she tosses and turns in her bed, unable to shake the image of Elliot in a seemingly intimate scene. She's angry, hurt, and confused. The hours tick by slowly, her mind racing about what tomorrow will bring.
Olivia (thoughts): "Why did he do this? Was he trying to make me jealous? I don't understand. He took a week off work just to... have fun?
Monday morning at the predict.
Eliot takes a deep breath as he sees Olivia walk into the office. His heart pounds in his chest, anticipation mixing with anxiety. "Olivia, come speak to me please."
Olivia marches into the office, her anger and hurt evident. She doesn't waste any time before confronting Elliot."This better be about a damn case, Elliot. I don't have time for anything else right now."
Olivia's brusque attitude takes Elliot aback. He knows he screwed up, and her anger is justified. He takes a deep breath, summoning his courage to address the situation. "Sit down, Olivia. Please, We need to talk."
Olivia's voice trembles with anger as she pushes Elliot against his desk. Her frustration and hurt pour out in a stream of words. "I've got nothing to say to you, you goddamn asshole. You take a damn week off work, and what do you do? Send me pictures of yourself in a freakin' BDSM club with some woman clinging to you."
Elliot tries to defend himself as Olivia's fists land against him. He tries to speak through the assault. "Wait, Olivia! Stop! You have it all wrong!"
Olivia continues her barrage of punches, each strike fueled by frustration and hurt. "Yeah? Do you think I have it all wrong?! I hate you! I hate you so much right now. How could you do this to me? How could you hurt me like this!?"
Elliot, desperate to stop Olivia's barrage of punches, grabs her wrists and pins her back against the desk. : "Enough, Olivia! Calm down! Let me explain before you lash out any further."
"No you don't get to explain. You've done enough, you fucking asshole! I hate you! I hate you! I-" Olivia was cut off by Elliot slamming his lips on hers.
At that moment, Elliot's frustration and desperation overcome him. He cups Olivia's face and silences her with a passionate kiss. After ten seconds, Olivia tries to pull back, but Elliot is quicker. He pulls her back in.
Amid their passionate kiss, Olivia mumbles against Elliot's lips. Her words are a stark contrast to her actions.: "I hate you..." she trails while retaking his lips.
Her voice is filled with anger, desire, and confusion. The sentiment behind her words is at odds with how her arms cling to him; her body pressed against his.
"Oh really? You hate me, huh? Then why can I feel your body trembling against mine?" Elliot growls
"Oh, shut up and fuck me, Elliot." Olivia moans, plundering her tongue in his mouth.
Ambiently driven by desire and determination, Elliot continues the kiss. He gently glides his tongue along Olivia's lower lip, coaxing her mouth to open. His touch is a mixture of firmness and tenderness, seeking to soothe her anger and ignite her desire.
"I fucking hate you," she spits out, her voice dripping with a combination of lust and anger. But Elliot knows this is all an act, a performance that heightens the intensity of their forbidden trysts. He steps closer, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of possessiveness and desire. "Prove it," he dares, his voice deep and challenging.
Olivia doesn't need to be asked twice. She lunges at him, her hands curling into his shirt, pulling him closer. Their mouths crash together in a fierce kiss, all teeth and tongue. Elliot growls against her lips, his hands gripping her hips roughly as he hauls her against him. She can feel the hard length of him pressing into her stomach, and she moans, grinding herself against him. They tear at each other's clothing, buttons popping and fabric ripping hastily.
Elliot pushes her back against the desk, the surface digging into her back as he crowds her space. His mouth trails down her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. Olivia's head falls back, offering him better access, her breath in short gasps. His hands wander, cupping her heavy breasts, thumbs teasing her already hardened nipples. She arches into him, craving more, her body humming with anticipation.
With a grunt, Elliot reaches down, sliding his hand between her thighs. He parts her legs with his arm, his fingers already slick as he finds her hot, wet core. Olivia's eyes snap open, her breath catching as he plunges two fingers into her, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars. "You're so fucking wet, Olivia," he grunts, his breath hot against her ear. "Did you think about me all day?" He thrusts his fingers in and out, slowly at first, building a steady rhythm.
Olivia can only nod, unable to form words as pleasure spirals through her. "Y-yes," she finally manages to whisper. "I wanted you... so bad." Her hips begin to move with his hand, riding his fingers as his thumb rubs lazy circles on her clit. Elliot adds a third finger, stretching and filling her, and she keens, her hands twisting in his hair. "Please, Elliot... don't stop."
He chuckles darkly, nipping at her ear. "I plan on making you come so hard you forget your name, Olivia." His fingers curl again, hitting that spot deep inside her, and Olivia's walls clench around him. "That's it, baby. Come for me." His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder, and Olivia's world explodes. She cries out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure racks through her.
Elliot spun her around and bent her over his massive oak desk in one swift motion. The excellent surface sent a shiver down her spine as she felt her skirt hike up, baring her smooth thighs and lacy black panties. Elliot ran his hand slowly up her thigh, savoring the softness of her skin before hooking his finger into the waistband of her panties and tearing them aside with a sharp rip.
"Elliot!" Olivia cried out, equal parts shocked and aroused by his rough treatment.
He chuckled darkly, spanking her bare ass cheek with a sharp smack. "Quiet, Olivia. You don't want the whole building to hear you screaming my name, do you?" Elliot puts his hand over her mouth to silence her moans.
Olivia bit her lip to stifle a moan as he lined his thick cock up with her glistening pussy and thrust forward, filling her in one smooth stroke. She felt stretched and packed as he bottomed out inside her, his balls slapping against her sensitive clit.
Gripping the edge of the desk, Olivia pushed back against him, urging him to move. Elliot obliged, withdrawing nearly all the way and then slamming back into her, his hips smacking against her ass cheeks. Olivia's breasts bounced with each forceful thrust, her hard nipples rubbing against the constrictive fabric of her bra.
Elliot stills for a moment, his eyes closed as he savors the feeling of being surrounded by her tightness. Then, with a growl, he begins to move, withdrawing almost entirely before snapping his hips forward, burying himself deep once more. "God, you feel so good," he whispers harshly in her ear.
Olivia's hands grip the edge of the desk, knuckling white as she matches his pace, meeting each thrust with one of her own. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, along with their panting breaths and moans. Elliot reaches between them, his thumb finding her sensitive clit, rubbing circles that send sparks of pleasure radiating through her. "Come again, Olivia," he whispers harshly. "Come all over my dick."
Olivia's senses were overwhelmed as she built toward a second climax. She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip to muffle her cries as she felt the coils of pleasure tighten in her belly once more.
"That's it, take it, you little slut," Elliot snarled, his voice hoarse with need. "I'm gonna paint your pretty little pussy with my cum."
Her walls clench at his words, and she's soon hovering on the edge again, her body tight like a bowstring. "Oh God... Elliot... I'm..." She bites her lips lightly, screaming his name as she shatters, her release coating his length. Elliot grunts, thrusting a few more times before he spills himself deep inside her, his breath hot against her neck as he pants.
Realizing hits of what they just did, they both dress silently.
"Olivi, can we please talk?" Elliot says in a desperate voice.
"No, we cannot go talk to your other girlfriend. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking; I'm so stupid around you!" Olivia shouts leaving out the door.
Still trying to process what happened, Elliot calls Munch, "Come in."
Elliot looks around at the disarrayed area, and the aftermath of Olivia's anger is visible. He sighs and rubs his face wearyly. : "Yeah, I've had better days."
"You know what you need to do, Elliot? Stop being a dumbass and go after her. Stop moping around here while the woman you love is walking away. It would help if you made things right, and quick before it's too late. I'll hand it from here." Says Munch smiling
"John, how did you-" Elliot trails off.
Munch chuckles, seeing the confusion on Elliot's face. "Elliot, I may be old, but I'm not blind. I can see how you look at her and how you can't hide your feelings when she's around. It's as plain as day to me, pal. You're in love with her Now go."
Elliot rushes to Olivia's door, determination etched on his face. He knocks on the door urgently."Olivia, open up! I know you're in there. We need to talk. Benson opens up." Elliot says, repeatedly banging on the door.