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Elliot is sitting in a meeting when his phone vibrates with a message from Olivia. He’s happy to see her name flash across his screen when he pulls his phone from his pocket even if he does have to turn it over and set it down on the table to focus on the meeting instead of reading the message.
It had been unexpected to be called in to take over as the Captain of SVU, Elliot was only a detective the last time he was here. He can’t deny he climbed the ranks fast working in other departments and he’d been hesitant about returning but thankfully the past year or so has been good. It’s entirely new faces, other than Fin — his now Sargeant — and he’d only just missed Munch who had drastically reduced his hours down until he retired. Elliot has to admit it has helped to step back into the unit with an almost entirely fresh new team. McGrath so far has been the only downside to the whole thing while the biggest upside is Olivia.
She’d been at the unit for only a couple of years when he got back. Young but passionate, confirmed by the knowledge that she was insistent on joining SVU when most people would have passed at the mere suggestion. He’s sure if she had more time on the job and a higher rank under her belt, she’d have been the top choice to run SVU.
Only, she had been transferred around three months after Elliot joined the unit. It was mostly past things all accumulating together. Nick being shot and taking early retirement, Mike Dodds being killed, both Munch and Cragen retiring, and Carisi switching to ADA. It was a lot of change in a short time and Elliot’s not even sure he got it all, positive that there’s probably more. After she spoke to him about it, he couldn’t even consider turning down her request to transfer out, no matter how badly he liked her being in his squad.
Luckily, it turns out that Olivia going to computer crimes is the best damn thing that could have ever happened. Olivia in computer crimes means that the two of them getting that very pleasant side of tipsy and stumbling back to her apartment and having sex didn’t turn into some awkward conversation the next morning. Well, it was less of an awkward conversation with none of that “I’m your boss and you’re my employee” headache to go along with it. It had been quiet and unsure after and he’d left when he would have rather stayed but that hadn’t been the last time.
She had been out of the unit for almost a month when that first night happened and once they finally talked about it a few days later… Well, they've been pretty inseparable ever since. They both know they’ll still have to tell someone at some point because they’ve crossed paths professionally several times but for now, Olivia is his and he’s hers and it’s no one else’s business.
Mostly, Elliot just doesn’t think about it. He knows the possibility of having to tell anyone, including his kids, about them is far off. He’s already decided that he’ll be happy to transfer out of SVU if Olivia chooses to come back, especially if it means they get to stay together and, well, he’s not sure he could remain in the unit with her if they didn’t stay together. So, yeah, he knows he’ll tell his family and his friends and anyone at work who needs to know.
At the sound of his phone buzzing against the tabletop, McGrath glares at him. Elliot bites down a remark and offers an apologetic smile instead. He motions for everyone to continue as he picks up his phone, seeing that there are two messages from Olivia: one of them is a picture. He clicks on the notification without a care and it opens up to show the first message she’d sent.
Liv: You know, it’s really not fair that you’ve been at work all day and I’ve been stuck at home… Alone… All alone. :(
It almost makes him laugh out loud but he holds it in. He can only see the top of the second message. It’s her jawline for sure, her hair tucked behind her ear. He scrolls down.
And then almost chokes on air as he quickly locks his phone.
He waves off the concerned looks around the room before reaching for his water and gulping it down as he shifts in his seat. The thought of her near-naked body burned into his brain more clearly than usual. The silk robe hung open around her as she lounges on her couch, the material draped over her to cover the most intimate parts of her body but still giving him a good enough peak. Her face hadn’t been in the photo, just a glimpse of the side of it but it was most definitely her.
The second the meeting is over, almost twenty minutes later because McGrath doesn’t know when to shut up, Elliot promptly excuses himself. He wants to go straight home to her but McGrath reminds him of some emails he has to check and others he has to send and fuck, it’s too close to a normal clocking out time for him to call it a lunch and the work does need to be done today so Elliot knows quite bitterly that he’ll have to stay.
He’s never read and written emails so fast in his life. He wasn’t even sure he could type this fast and he’s sure he probably has a typo or two or a few but he doesn't care. Once it is all done — waiting for an email his last task of the day — he allows himself to unlock his phone and look at the photo again. He can barely see the outer corner of her eye from the way her face is cropped out but he can see the slight uplift of her mouth. She’s smirking.
Elliot: While I'm working?
Liv: You didn’t reply :(
Elliot: You couldn’t wait?
Liv: Now, why would I do that?
Elliot: Work, Olivia.
Liv: Wow.
Liv: OLIVIA.
Liv: I must’ve gotten a good reaction out of you.
Elliot: It was not good!
The laughing emoji he gets from her in response is more irritating because she never uses emojis. She only did it to rile him up some more.
Elliot: This isn’t funny, I was in a meeting with McGrath.
Liv: Firstly, that is funny. Secondly, I’m a little too preoccupied for laughing anyway…
Liv: Or messaging you…
Liv: So… Still more concerned about work?
Elliot inhales sharply, studying the messages again, scrolling back up to the photo. Too preoccupied. Christ, he’d been so busy trying to hide how turned on he is at the mere sight of her laid out like that that he hadn’t considered why she was laid out like that.
He swallows the lump in his throat.
Elliot: Olivia… What are you doing right now?
Liv: Hmm… Just playing.
Elliot: With me?
Liv: Only if you come home.
Christ.
Elliot: Olivia.
Liv: Still with the Olivia?
Elliot: Baby.
He shouldn’t open the next message that comes through, it’s another photo, but he does and instantly, he knows he should have run and hid. He was almost home clear to get out of there but he was far too tempted to ignore the new message.
So this time, he really does choke.
The camera is focused on her stomach, cropped so that he can see the underside of her breast at the top of the photo and a neatly cut patch of dark, curly hair at the bottom, but it’s the way her hand and wrist cover some of that hair that makes him groan, thinking about what exactly those fingers of hers are up to. He feels his mood shift, his gaze darken.
Elliot: Have you come yet?
Liv: Thought I should wait for you but it’s been so long already. I’m getting tired of waiting.
The third photo he doesn’t even hesitate to open.
This one is a close-up of her fingers held up against a neutral background, probably her ceiling. They’re very clearly sticky and wet and if he wasn’t hard already, he certainly is then.
Elliot: Be a good girl and don’t come. I’ll be there soon.
Liv: We’ll see.
Elliot: I said…
Elliot: Don’t.
Elliot: Come.
He thanks the heavens as the final email he’s been waiting on comes through. Olivia’s response isn’t immediate so he scans the email, sees signs of confirmation that all is good with the paperwork he sent over earlier, and promptly shuts down his laptop. He knows Olivia is contemplating his order or has already decided and is far too busy touching herself and fuck, it makes it more difficult to concentrate on packing his things up for the evening and then:
Olivia: Okay…
Olivia: Daddy.
His things be damned. Elliot rams his phone and his wallet into his pocket. He drapes his suit jacket over his arm in the hopes of covering his crotch as he walks out. He doesn’t care that the laptop in his bag might not be completely off or that it was shoved in haphazardly or that he didn’t double check his desk or that he barely got a good night out to Fin who is finishing up paperwork. He needs to get home.
To get to Olivia.