"What happened to your face?" She all but pushed past him when he opened the door wider for her.
"It's nothing. Had a tussle." He followed her into the kitchen.
She spun around, making her black trench coat twirl lightly around her knees. "A tussle?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Elliot." He kept walking toward her, forcing her to walk backwards until she felt the edge of the kitchen island against the small of her back. She expected him to stop then. “And your knuckles?” He didn't stop until his arms caged her in and she looked up at him with wide eyes.
"What are you doing here?" His eyes raked down her face to her short, dark nails digging into his forearms. She couldn't help it. He was wearing a t-shirt and they were bare. And she just couldn't help it.
"Heard you had a date." She tried to keep the smile off her mouth but his eyes flashed and he smirked down at her. "Someone emailed me a picture. Assumed it was Wheatley." Her nails dug in a little deeper. He'd have marks tomorrow. "Of you kissing her hands."
His lips were too close to hers. "You didn't answer my question." He hissed as her nails dug deeper and he stepped closer, forcing her to lean back.
"Just wanted to remind you what you could have." He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes fluttered closed as she dragged her nails up his arms to his shoulders and down his chest. She felt him get harder against her stomach and she was going to lose her mind. It was late. Pushing 10pm but she'd gotten bored without Noah and she wanted to fuck with Elliot a little bit. In that way. She didn't give a shit about the picture or the date. She knew he was just goading Wheatley. But now this was a fun, new game she wanted to play with him. "Where is everyone?"
"Not here." He slid his hands around her waist and dropped her on the island with a thud, smirking at the gasp that left her mouth. "How exactly do you plan to remind me?" He licked his lips as he leaned back to look in her eyes.
She could write an entire report, a stack of reports, on the way his tongue moves across his lips. It’s not the first time he’s done it or even the first time he’s directed it specifically toward her. But now it’s all she thought about. It’s all she saw as she tried desperately to make her voice work. Of course, it got caught in her throat and she grinned mischievously. Half to make sure he knows she couldn't possibly care less about Professor Wheatley and half because he brings this out in her. He matched her grin for a very brief second before he cocked his eyebrow expectantly. Oh right, he'd wanted dirty talk.
She brought her hands to her coat and unbuttoned it until she knew he could see the black and emerald lace peeking out. Her fingers trailed lightly up his arms. "Everything you've wanted for decades is right under my coat." Her fingers grazed his shoulders next. "All you have to do is pull on my belt." She saw him swallow. Her hand fisted at the front of his shirt and pulled him to her until their lips grazed. All she could hear was their open mouths panting lightly. "I'll make you feel so good, El." She didn't mean to moan it out. But he breathed out a long, whispered fuck and her lips curled up.
"You think I need a reminder?" He dropped his head and his mouth fell to her neck tongue first. "Do you know how many times you made me almost come in my pants this week like a fucking teenager? In the middle of your squad room." She laughed and felt his smile against her throat. "That gray turtleneck. Those fucking glasses. Christ, Olivia." He ran his tongue up the column of her neck. Christ is right.
"Well you are dating other women." She leaned her head back and moaned a little too loudly. He kissed his way back up her neck and landed at her jaw. His mouth moved along her jaw to her ear. His breath on her wet skin made her dizzy. "Seems like you forgot." He blew out a laugh that made her shiver and jerked her hips tighter against him. She rolled her eyes. How was he so good at this?
He gently tugged on her ear with his teeth before continuing his whispers. "Does it seem that way?" She nodded and breathed out an uh huh and he laughed again. He squeezed her hips tightly before backing away completely and moving around the island. Her brows furrowed and she opened her eyes to his amusement. "Then by all means, Captain. Remind me. " She took a minute to really look at him. He leaned back against the counter, his left leg crossed over his right. His mangled knuckles gripped the counter at his sides and t-shirt strained against the hard muscles in his chest and shoulders. God he was sexy. She swung her legs around the counter to face him before hopping down and stalking toward him.
She ran her finger from his throat down to his abs. “Pull the belt, Elliot.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. He sometimes did this. Looked at her like she was his prey or maybe his possession. Like she’d regret giving him permission to touch her, to have her. He didn’t make a move, just continued to trap her there with his eyes. She raised her eyebrow and licked her lips, trailing her hand back up to his neck. With her heels, she stood at his eye level and she loved when she did. She felt like she had just as much power as he did. Although that was a fucking farce, almost comical in its lie.
His eyes roamed her entire body and it was making her sweat. Making the heat pool in her stomach until her breathing picked up pace. “If I see what’s underneath this, there’s no going back.” His voice made her tremble and her breath pushed out of her lungs but he didn’t lift his hands from the counter. “I'll never be able to stop, Olivia.” Her skin stung with desire. It was always the way he said her name. She moved her eyes to his hands, trying to will them to touch her. To do something . “Look at me.” She dragged her eyes back up to his. “I will fuck you over and over until your voice is raw from screaming my name.” She bit her lip and her eyes went wide. “And then I'll make love to you so slowly and deeply that you’ll think it’ll never end.” Jesus fucking Christ. She had flashes of the visuals he was painting. She had to be audibly panting by now. “I will touch you in ways you’ve never felt before because I’ve been doing this shit in my mind for 20 years.” She swallowed down the air she was sure to choke on. For someone with so few words, it didn’t seem like he was going to shut the fuck up.
She had to level the playing field. He was too far ahead of her score and she’d be damned if she’d let him win this. She tilted her head to the side, her tongue running slowly across her teeth. “You should know you have a lot to live up to.” She smiled and leaned in. If he wasn’t going to touch her, she’d touch him. She put her lips right below his adam’s apple. She could feel his body tense and his breath grow more and more ragged. “I have a rich imagination and 20 years is a long time to star in someone’s fantasies.” He laughed low and dark and she could have dropped to her knees right then but she had to win. And she did. His hands flew to the sides of her neck and he pulled her face up to his. His eyes searched hers. She knew she’d have to give him verbal consent. “Kiss me.” She let her lips move against his as she whispered it.
It was slow and wet and it took all of the air out of her lungs and went directly to her head. She felt dizzy and drunk and needy. She was squirming already just from his tongue in her mouth. She could also write an entire novel on the way he kissed. It wasn’t normal. It was erotic and a little obscene. Too soft and too wet and she couldn’t get enough of it. His hands moved from her neck to her coat and he finally pulled on the knot in her belt. He didn’t break the kiss though and she remained under his spell. She was vaguely aware of him walking her backward out of the kitchen and down the hall. Holy shit, this was happening. She whimpered at the thought. And at the bite of his teeth against her bottom lip. He groaned low and deep and she felt the vibration against her stomach. His left hand tangled in her hair at the base of her skull and his right pushed against her chest to lead her to his bedroom. She knew then she’d die from this. She just knew it.
“Elliot! I’m home! Why is it so dark in here, dear?” They both froze, eyes wide, before backing up from each other as they heard his mother’s shuffling in the kitchen. Olivia turned to button up the coat and retie her belt, her cheeks practically up in flames. He chuckled behind her and she really could have punched him directly in the gut. “You’re always sitting around here in the dark, Elliot. You need to get out more.” Bernie kept muttering to him as he laughed harder at Olivia. “All you do is work and mope around. Jesus. ” Olivia turned around just in time to catch Bernie rounding the corner to the hallway. Her eyes widened when she spotted them. They were still standing too close to each other. “Oh! Olivia, darling. I didn’t know you were coming by.” She looked to Elliot who was not going to save her and gave him her best you’re an asshole eyes.
“Hey Bernie.” She couldn’t help but smile at the woman. She turned her eyes back to Elliot and smirked. “Your son got in a fight. Nasty cut on his face.” Bernie gasped and threw her hands up to scold him.
“Elliot! When will you learn you’re too old to fight people all the time?” Elliot’s smile fell..
“Mama, I’m fine.” He looked at her like she'd made a mistake and she would pay for it before he turned around. He walked over to Bernie and kissed her on the cheek. “Promise. Liv and I were just heading out.”
"Stay for some tea with me, Olivia." Bernie was already heading toward the kitchen to sit at the island. The longer she stood in the hallway, the more her legs wobbled. "Elliot, make us some tea, honey." She now understood where his affinity for pet names had come. Bernie had run the gambit in less than 2 minutes.
She followed him to the kitchen to sit next to his mother. "Sweetie, I'm sorry for calling you a few weeks ago." She started to stop her but Bernie shook her head. "We shouldn't burden you with whatever is going on with him all the time." She flitted her arm toward Elliot.
Olivia put her hand on her shoulder. "Bernie, I'll be there for him whether or not you call me. But thank you for saying that." She smiled softly and she couldn't help it when her gaze shifted back to him. At the sink, filling up the kettle. His eyes locked on her. His lips curled up and he winked as he shut off the water. She felt her chest flush and she was infinitely thankful for her buttoned up coat. Had he ever winked at her? She couldn't come up with a memory of it happening. Maybe he had as a joke but never this loudly. She startled when she heard a throat clear. Shit . She'd forgotten Bernie was sitting beside her.
"You have to boil the water after you fill the kettle, dear." He smiled that smug grin that made her so angry and turned on. The one he'd been using against her forever. He turned around and that didn't help. He looked just as good from the back. God she needed to get laid. It had been years. Years! Since she'd been fucked properly and she was going to change that. Actually he was going to. "Olivia, how's Noah? You'll have to bring him over soon."
"He's great." She could distract herself for a few minutes talking about Noah. "Sometimes I think he's a grown person. He's so kind and smart and loving." She rambled on about her son until the tea was done. "He's been asking to see all of you again. So we'll figure something out."
"Mama, did you go out with the neighbor tonight?" Elliot prodded. Uh oh. His voice was sharp which meant he didn't like the neighbor.
Bernie practically beamed like the moonlight. "Miles invited me over. But no, we didn't go out." She turned to Olivia and smiled. "He is so romantic. You know he's brought me a rose everyday for the past week." She looked so happy but Olivia narrowed her eyes. This neighbor was new since the holidays. The apartment next to them had been under renovation until just a few weeks ago.
"And he just moved in?" Her skepticism wouldn't just leave it alone. Bernie rolled her eyes.
"You cops are all the same. I'm going to bed, dears." She kissed Olivia on the cheek before she walked around the island to hug her son. She loved watching Elliot with his mother. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders gently and kissed the top of her head.
"Night, Mama. Eli will be home in an hour. I'm going to take Liv home."
Bernie made her way down the hallway to her room and she kept quiet until she heard the door click closed. “What’s with the neighbor, El?” She got up and took her mug to the sink, leaning her hip against the counter beside him.
He shook his head. “I don’t trust him. But I can’t very well tell her that.”
“Well you should at least have Jet do a deep dive on him.” She narrowed her eyes at the roses on the table in the hallway. “That’s suspicious.” He chuckled beside her.
“Come on. I’ll drive you home.” He took her hand and pulled her through the kitchen to get his coat and keys before they walked to the back door. He slid the door open and she walked through first, brushing against him as always. She didn’t know what to expect now. She’d have to sit in his SUV with her thighs pressed together the entire 40 minutes back to her place. And then what? Take a cab back here in the morning for her car? She realized that she hadn’t thought this through at all. The grip on her arm ripped her out of her inner monologue and pushed her against the brick next to the gate to the patio. She tried to keep her surprise silent but she rolled her eyes at her whimper.
His lips were too close to hers, all the time. He took in a deep breath and licked his lips. She swore she felt his tongue graze her lips when he did. The tension of it all was starting to become painful. She was wound too tight and it came bubbling out of her in shaky breaths and moans she couldn’t quite keep inside her. “Stop thinking so hard.” He whispered. “I’m driving you home. I’m walking you up to your place. And I’m coming in for a nightcap.” He smiled and left it at that. She nodded and he moved in, kissing every doubt and thought and inhibition out of her. Fuck. She understood now why Kathy put up with his bullshit for 85 years. If he kissed her lips like this, she could only imagine what it would feel like on her body. “Jesus, Liv.” His voice was ragged. On edge and uneven. He pushed off the wall behind her and grabbed her arm again. She was delirious, kind of. She’d never felt like this before. She’d also never let anyone else manhandle her the way he did. The way he always had. She’d missed it, even.
The drive back to Manhattan was... intense. She could feel the pressure in the vehicle. The light pressure of his hand in hers on the console contradicting every feeling she had swirling inside of her. They didn’t speak, both of them lost in their own thoughts of what was about to happen. And she was right, she spent the 40 minutes clenching her thighs together and biting her lip trying not to actually drip all over the front seat of his department issued SUV. This was going to kill her. She was sure.