Bensler Oneshots

Kissing and Dancing

"Kiss me."

"What?" Elliot asked, embarrassed at the squeak in his voice.

Grabbing his shirt collar, Olivia hauled him closer, pressing her cheek against his.

He tried to shift away. "Liv, what are you-"

"Stop moving. He's looking this way. I'm not trying to play the bait today."

"I know, but I can't just-"

Elliot was cut off with the first press of Olivia's lips against his own.

Fireworks. He thought it was like fireworks were going off in his brain. He'd never felt anything else quite like it.

It was an exaggerated kiss, all for the benefit of avoiding their mark, but he couldn't help but enjoy it. He wanted to plunge his tongue into her mouth, but he knew he couldn't. Olivia would shoot him in the balls.

She pulled her lips from his, ghosting them down to his neck. "You have to pretend a little," she whispered.

Elliot realized he'd been frozen still, so he put a hand under her chin, roughly pulling her lips back up to his. He muffled her soft sound of surprise with a bruising kiss.

Olivia pulled away only a few moments later.

"How's that for pretending?" he asked breathlessly.

"He's on the other side of the room now. We have to get closer."

"Well, how do you-"

Once again, Elliot couldn't get a sentence out before Olivia was pulling him along for her plan. She dragged him by the bicep out onto the dance floor.

Normally, they would make a plan of attack before rushing into the fray, even if it wasn't said aloud. They usually had an unspoken understanding of each other. For some reason, this evening he couldn't seem to catch on to what she was thinking. Maybe it was the dim lighting, the smell of alcohol, or the late hour. He wasn't sure, but his brain was fuzzy.

All of sudden they were dancing, a little closer than they probably should've been, his marital status and the fact they were on a work outing considered, but dancing nonetheless.

"I don't know how to do this," Elliot protested as Olivia tried and failed to get him to move to the music.

"Oh, for crying out loud. Just move with me, alright? Watch me."

It was a dangerous suggestion with her wearing that dress. It was red, a swoop neck. He'd seen it before. Maybe caught a glimpse of her slipping out of the locker room on her way to a date. He subconsciously tightened his grip on her hips, the idea of her out with other men angering him, even if his very married status gave him no right.

"Geesum," Olivia said as he yanked her roughly against him.

"Sorry," Elliot muttered. "Oh, hey, our creep is on the prowl." He was practically laying his head on her shoulder to watch their suspect chatting up a girl at the bar.

"What've you got?" she whispered.

"He's talking up a brunette."

"She interested?"

"Definitely. She hasn't gotten a drink yet, though."

"Okay, so when they get up-"

"I'm keeping an eye out."

Olivia nodded, waited a beat. "You know, you're not really a bad dancer."

Elliot chuckled. "Oh, please. I look ridiculous."

"You don't actually. You're just a little tense."

"Are we working a case or am I taking dancing lessons?"

"No reason we can't do both," she said with a grin. "Now, just relax your hands. You've got a death grip on my hips."

Elliot dropped his hands back to his side, and Olivia chuckled before grabbing them and pulling them back to their original position. "It's okay. Just not so robotic."

The music switched to a slower song, and Olivia moved in closer, dropping her chin onto his shoulder.

His eyes flicked down, and he smiled. "Hey, Liv, you know-"

She backed away suddenly. "They're leaving the bar. Let's go."

Elliot gave a surprised gasp when Olivia kept ahold of him, dragging him by the hand out the door.

Maybe they'd find another time to continue these dance lessons. Or kiss just for the hell of it.

They had a perp to catch tonight, but there was always tomorrow.