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It was a considerably hectic day at the Manhattan precinct– detectives scrambling around to get to places, hands holding case files and mugs of lukewarm coffee that had been sitting in the glass kettle since early that morning.
But set aside from the chaos of the place, there was something else brewing between Elliot and Olivia’s desk– particularly involving temptation and anticipation hanging heavily in the air.
Elliot’s got his sleeves pulled up just above his forearm, his muscles flexing when he clenches his fist around the handle of his coffee mug– movements that didn’t go unnoticed for Olivia. She’s been stealing glances of her partner since she sat down in front of her computer, searching for a particular name in their database.
Her search hadn’t come to fruition yet, and she blames the distraction on Elliot. His fingers would tap against the wooden surface of his desk, and Olivia just watches, imagining…things.
She couldn’t understand why, but something about him today was pulling her like a magnet. The pull was strong and unwavering, and it only progressed as time flew by.
He knew that Olivia was staring, that her eyes have been set on him for quite a while, and he indulges at the attention. His movements were deliberately dragging, slow, as if it meant to make Olivia swoon and drool.
It was working.
Her heart began beating excessively loud and fast, her mind now averted to him despite her hands skillfully moving across the mouse and keyboard like they had a mind of their own.
A familiar feeling of heat and desire pooled low in her belly. The surroundings were a blur to her– people moving in slow motion, voices muffled and only the sound of her heart frenetically beating came through.
It might be the fact that she’s ovulating or entirely something else. Whatever it was, it made her restless.
Elliot threw a glance her way, his lips in a tempting smirk, and that, alone, made Olivia’s ears heat up. She crossed her legs, trying to contain the urges to herself, and reverted her eyes back to the monitor. If they were at home, she’d already been all over him on the couch, or the bed, maybe the floor– however far the heat would let them go.
But despite her conscious efforts to keep herself distracted with work, Elliot shot her up another glance, and this time, it lingered. Lingered a little too long.
His gaze was burning through her skin, and it was enough to get her thoughts in a messy tangle in her head.
He noticed her chest heaving up and down, her breath caught tight on her throat, and her eyes purposefully avoiding to lock with him every now and then. It was a game, and Olivia’s on the verge of losing.
Despite the growing frustration, she was enjoying the thrill of the situation. The feeling was building up and it’s only a matter of time before it explodes.
Her peripheral caught glances of him– but her internal fantasizing was abruptly cut when he suddenly stood up from his seat, holding his mug. “I’m gonna get a refill. You need one?”
Olivia tilted her head back, staring at his blue eyes as he towered over her. “No, thanks,” she answered, gulping down after.
Her eyes stayed on him and followed the trajectory of his stride which led him to the small corner table that had acted as a public pantry for as long as they could all remember. Olivia indulged in his strong build concealed under a light blue long-sleeved shirt and black pants.
He’s dressed up formally, like how he always does at work, but Olivia knew what he looked like under all that fabric. She knew that the shirt did no justice to his strong, broad shoulders, his toned back, his reddish chest that flushes more when he lays his eyes on hers under the glow of the bedroom lamp.
Impatience was getting the best of her. She wanted him back on his desk, in front of her where she could see his face…his lips…his fingers.
She could hardly contain herself, she actually feels like she might combust from anticipation and want, anytime. Her thighs pressed up against each other, her eyes falling shut as she hung her head low, firmly pressing her lips together, willing the thoughts to go away.
“Found him yet?” Fin’s voice cut through her heated bubble, popping it with the innocence of what he had just interrupted for her.
She opened her eyes and turned her face to the side, boring a flat expression on to Fin who lowered himself to see the monitor. “Nope.”
Fin stood straight, bringing his paper coffee cup to his lips and took a sip before facing her again. “Update me when you do.”
Once he had walked away, Olivia noticed Elliot was already back on his desk, sipping from his mug. Once he brought the mug down to the table, Olivia’s attention shifted to his lower lip, glistening with the coffee. He darted his tongue out and licked it, then dragged the tip of his tongue over his lips in a manner that appeared sensual to Olivia.
Her face flushed red upon witnessing it, desire already too palpable to ignore, which is why she looked back to the monitor, determined to pull herself together for the job. Her palm slipped under the table and slid over her thigh before curling it into a fist as if it could alleviate her frustration while continuously searching through the files on the computer.
Elliot, who’s currently flipping through pages of a white folder containing possible suspect’s identification, noticed her face slowly reddening, her expression uneasy.
"Are you okay?” Elliot’s voice, low and deep, seemed to pull her deeper into the trenches of temptation, and he had no idea how badly she was affected.
Bingo.
Finally, she located the identity of their perp through the database. Her heart dropped, partially out of relief from finally accomplishing her task, and half of the relief coming from the realization that she had just managed to buy a little time for herself before the captain handed her another task.
A little time for herself…
She looked around, her hand that was holding the computer mouse flew to the side of her neck, rubbing it as she assessed the situation of their environment.
Though still hectic, people seemed to be occupied on their own desks, and only a few were walking in and out of the room.
“I need your help,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice thin as a veil that if Elliot hadn’t leaned in, he wouldn’t have understood what she said.
Before he could ask what about, she had already risen from the chair she’s been sitting on for the past two hours and strode away, her hips slightly swaying.
Elliot, clueless about Olivia’s random request, pushed his chair back and got up, following her. She led him to the empty crib and as soon as Elliot shut the door behind them, she hastily grabbed the ends of his collar, fisting her hands on it and pushed him against the wall, crashing her lips hard against him, kissing open-mouthed.
He barely had time to respond, but he managed to catch up, gripping on her waist and pulling her closer. Despite being fully-clothed, Elliot felt the heat radiating from Olivia’s body, feverish in temperature.
“That’s why…you’ve been so uneasy,” Elliot managed to comment between their hungry kisses.
Olivia hummed, the low vibration rumbling inside their mouths. Her grip on his collar loosened, her right hand sliding up to his neck, landing on the underside of his jaw.
She pulled back slightly, panting, her pupils blown with desire, eyes half-lidded. “It was torture,” she said before diving back in, sucking his lower lip, causing a switch to flip inside Elliot.
He captured her lips in his, and Olivia felt the sudden shift of his energy that it made her willingly part her lips, letting his tongue dance with hers. It was anything but soft and slow.
He was seizing her in a deep, intense kiss that just turned Olivia on, more and more.
They both knew they only had a couple minutes before someone decides to visit the crib and take a short break on one of the beds– far different from the break they’re having right now.
Elliot didn’t realize that he was also craving for this moment until it happened. Once he felt Olivia melting into his touch, he walked her backwards until she landed on a bed, Elliot crawling on top of her. He supported his weight by pushing his palm against the bed, on the side of Olivia’s head.
They temporarily broke away, staring at each other’s eyes as if they haven’t been doing that for the past couple hours.
He brushed his hand down her brown hair, twirling the ends of it around his finger. “You know what kind of dangerous game we’re playing here, right?” he said, more of a statement and less of a question.
They’ve been dating for a while and have no plans of getting caught by anyone, which is why they kept it under wraps– stealing secret moments under everybody’s noses.
She bit her lower lip, bangs cascading on the side of her face, cheeks flushed red. “I do…and it makes it damn thrilling,” she replied as she grabbed his tie, pulling him over her, lips aimed perfectly.
His free hand slid down to the hem of her knitted long sleeve top, slipping inside, desperate for skin contact. She moaned into his lips when she felt the warmth of his palm against her stomach. The sound made Elliot want to rip her top off right then and there.
Despite the pleasure coursing through her veins, Olivia still felt unsatisfied with their pace so she took matters into her own hands, her leg hooking around Elliot’s, giving her leverage once she lifted herself up then pushed him down on the bed, straddling him.
In that swift move, their positions switched, and Elliot was now beneath her, watching her chase the air she lost from their kiss.
She could feel him growing inside his pants, making her smirk in pride and amusement.
“Gonna do anything, detective? Or you’re just gonna stare at me?” Elliot teased, earning an eye roll from her before dipping down, catching his lips in a slow, deeper kiss.
Even with eyes closed, her hand managed to find the cold button of his pants, effortlessly unhooking it. He groaned, already anticipating what’s next.
Her hands now moved up to his shirt, skillfully unbuttoning it starting from the upper end. Her patience only reached halfway through the buttons, her hand already exploring the skin of his chest, running the tips of her fingers along his muscles, sending a shiver down Elliot’s spine.
The heat of their moment filled the room with palpable tension, that anyone who dared walk in would feel the sudden change of temperature.
They were deep into each other’s mouths when the door pushed open, the light from outside spilling in and revealing the scene to whoever was outside.
“Oh shit!"
Their lips broke apart as quickly as they could, their heads snapped to face the doorway.
“Fin!” Elliot spoke out of shock, his face red from the sheer embarrassment of being caught in an intimate situation.
Olivia braced herself despite being fully-clothed. Blood rushed to her cheeks, painting it red.
Fin’s eyes were wide open, jaw slightly ajar, his stance frozen on where he stood. The silence felt like it stretched for hours despite it being only a few seconds.
No one moved, no one knew what to do.
“You two have a good time…” he said before shutting the door, the image engraving itself into his mind.
"I knew those two were trouble. Couldn't even make it to a motel," he whispered to himself as he shook his head, walking back to the squadroom with a poker face as if he didn't just witness two detectives making out in the crib.
Olivia and Elliot turned their faces back to each other, hearts racing at the unannounced interruption. To say they were embarrassed was an understatement.
“Did we just get caught?” her tone was thick with realization, eyes filled with horror after the horrifyingly embarrassing moment that just happened before their very eyes.
“Wanna move to the lockers?” Elliot offered with a grin, earning a playful slap to his arm.
She rolled her eyes, not shifting in her position. “You son of a bitch,” she said, rolling over to his side, deep laughter escaping from her belly despite her plans not working accordingly.
The laughter was contagious, and they found themselves laughing off the mishap that occurred as the embarrasment subsided, replaced with lightheartedness.