5. Grow up
"For the love of god Elliot will you ever grow up!?"
He sat on the couch, leaning back, with his arm resting on the back of the couch. He waited for her to finish reaming his ass.
"How the hell do you still get away with these stunts!?"
Guess she wasn't done yet.
"How many years in the force now!? And you still haven't figured out how to NOT botch a case!?"
The angry red flush flooding her cheeks was adorable.
"You realize that we now," her angry eyes bore into him, "we have to reinterview five people to make up for your one tainted witness!"
She paced back and forth. He felt a little dizzy watching her.
"Hasn't 1-P-P made you complete like a hundred trainings on coercive police tactics!?"
Yeah. Twenty five actually, one a year since before he knew Liv. Not a hundred, but still a lot. He saw her point.
She finally stopped pacing and dropped down on the couch next to him. Her hair brushed against his arm as she leaned back, covering her eyes with her hand.
"Got it out of your system?"
Oh hell. Shouldn't have said that.
She shot up from her previously relaxed position radiating fury. "Are you serious right now!? Do you have any idea how much heat I'm going to take for this!?"
He couldn't help the amused smile lighting up his face. She was so damn beautiful when she pulled rank. He couldn't help it. He grabbed her face, causing her to immediately stop her rant, and kissed her.
She seemed to want to resist at first but it took seconds for her to melt into him. Her fingers gripped his shirt as he wove his fingers into her hair.
They parted, breathless, mouths still enticingly close. "I'm sorry." His voice was low and breathy.
Her eyes stayed closed, and she whispered, "What were we talking about?"
He chuckled lightly. He apparently discovered a way to get out of trouble. At least with Olivia. "Nothing important," he answered before kissing her again.