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A/N: This story was kind of inspired by the song "Don't Think I Don't Think About It" by Darius Rucker. Hence the title. :O Don't worry, though. The story is EO.
Olivia's heels clicked on the cold pavement as she walked. The coffees in her hand bounced slightly.
"I brought you coffee," she said as she sat the cup on Elliot's desk. She sunk into her chair across from his and sighed.
"Thanks, Liv," he said, smiling at her.
They were both tired and wanted to go home, but this case had them buried up to the nose in paperwork.
Olivia leaned back in her chair, her hair falling out of her face. She let out a sigh of relaxation. Elliot looked at her and smiled.
He got up and went over to her and began massaging her neck and shoulders. She shut her eyes and moaned quietly in pleasure. He smiled again.
Slowly, he leaned in close to her neck. He let his face linger there before gently pressing his lips to her skin. She didn't seem to mind; in fact, she seemed to like it.
He kissed her again, higher on her neck this time. She reached back ran her fingers through his cropped black hair, revealing her neck to him. He kissed her again and again, going higher each time until he reached her lips.
He lingered there for a minute, breathing gently on her soft lips. He wondered if this was the right thing to do. He knew he was risking their jobs and maybe even their relationship. But the moment overcame him and he kissed her passionately.
She spun her chair around to get a better angle. He lifted her out of the chair and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She looked down at him and smiled. They didn't say a word to each other, they didn't want to ruin the moment.
Kissing madly and bumping into desks and walls, Elliot carried her to the cribs. He laid her down on one of the beds, continuing to kiss her like a mad man. Olivia and Elliot unbuttoned their shirts and threw it to the side, not parting from each other's lips. Elliot began to unzip his pants and snake out of them, as did Olivia.
When they finally laid there in nothing but their underwear, Elliot stopped kissing her. He looked her up and down. And god was she beautiful. Her smooth olive skin, her chiseled stomach, and defined legs. Her succulent breasts cupped and supported by her bra. Her thin, lacey panties contrasted nicely with her dark skin. Her dark auburn hair laid loosely around her face, her brig brown eyes looking longingly up at him.
Olivia snaked her arm behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting her soft breasts loose. She slowly pulled the bra away, revealing her breasts completely to him. Elliot sighed excitedly, his heart racing faster and faster.
They both reached down to their waists and started pulling down their underwear, revealing themselves to each other.
They took a moment to look at each other, up and down. Then, slowly, Elliot leaned in and kissed her, pressing the rest of his body against hers.
He began rocking his hips against hers, harder and harder each time. Beads of sweat began forming on Elliot's body as he moved harder and faster against her. She moaned in pleasure.
She dug her fingers into his strong back and let out a loud, strangled moan as she reached her peak. As she was coming down from her high, they shifted simultaneously on the bed and Olivia sat on top of him.
He smiled and cocked an eyebrow, beads of sweat on his face as he breathed heavily. She smiled back at him as she ran her fingers through her hair, giving him a sexy pose and a seductive look. She leaned over him, her hands on his shoulders for leverage. She smiled as he moaned and she shifted on his body to find a more comfortable position.
The room filled with moans and groans of pleasure as they became one. Her chest heaved as she panted, but she kept going. Elliot thrust his head back into the pillow and groaned in pleasure.
Olivia let herself fall, nearly off the side of the bed, when they had finished making love. Elliot pulled her close to him and felt her naked skin against hers. He sighed, tired and happy.
They fell asleep in each others arms.
A/N: I'm basically a failure at my novel, so I've almost given up. Eh - only four more days. I'll keep trying, but it won't be done. So I decided to work on something else. :/