Bensler Oneshots

Captain/Detective

Olivia hated how much she liked it.

This new Elliot was completely sure of himself. Confidence, when warranted, was hot, and he was a smug bastard. Expensive, fitted three-piece Italian suits or tight-fitting henleys and jeans.

They were sorting through files in her office after closing a joint case, and when he stepped way too far into her space, per usual, she found herself inhaling sharply, the scent of his cologne filling her nose.

"Sorry, just needed something," he said, mouth inches from her own.

Her eyes widened, and he grinned, reaching past her to swipe a file off her desk.

"I meant this," he whispered.

She didn't exhale until he had backed away.

What the...

Olivia was mad as all hell by the way he had handled the arrest on this case, his anger management be damned, so why did she want him to come closer again?

"Liv, ya all right?" Elliot asked, then, giving her a curious look.

Her eyes narrowed. Infuriating, sexy man. Wait, no. Stop. You are definitely not ready for that.

"'Cuz you kinda look a little flushed."

Olivia was shocked to feel her face burn even more. She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, and he moved back into her space.

"Hey, really, you feel okay?"

"Yeah, I..." Her eyes fell to his lips, and she imagined grabbing his shirt and tugging him into her. What would it be like to have him crush her right up against the desk and kiss her hard? She jumped back.

Elliot raised his hands. "Sorry."

"I need some air," she said quickly, brushing past him as she moved to the door.

"Liv," he called after her. "Olivia!"

"The hell you do?" Fin said, intercepting Elliot as he tried to follow Olivia out of the squad room.

"Move!" Elliot thundered, shoving him.

Fin grabbed ahold of his shirt. "You may be on a roid rage, but there's no way I'm gonna have you man-handling her. I'm not above shooting your ass, Stabler."

Elliot shook him off. "I wouldn't hurt her. She just ran out. I wanna know what upset her."

"I don't trust you."

"I know you're gonna follow me. Can I at least have a minute?"

At the sergeant's still skeptical look, Elliot added, "I do anything you don't like, you can do your worst."

"Fine. You got five minutes. She's scarier than me anyway. Better watch your back."

Elliot darted to the staircase door, having seen Olivia go through it moments before. Maybe the elevator hadn't come fast enough for her taste.

"Liv?" he called running up the stairs after her. "Olivia, hang on!"

She didn't answer. He heard a door slam a few floors up. The roof.

He raced up the remaining steps, throwing open the roof door.

"Hey," Elliot said, finding her leaning against the wall of the roof, looking out over the city. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Do you feel okay?"

She shook her head.

He walked over, stopping at her side. "Olivia, talk to me. I know I shouldn't keep pushing. I'm trying to give you time and space, but I'm not doing well with either. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry," Olivia answered finally. "It wasn't your fault." She turned, once again shocked by the fluttery feeling she got with his proximity. "Damn," she muttered, eyes running up his body, forgetting to censor herself.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on because I'm getting wor-"

Elliot was cut off by her lips on his. It was a rough, bruising kiss. Her hands held the collar of his shirt tight, and when he recovered from the shock, his hands fell to her hips, dragging her further into him.

She moaned at the contact, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was long and all-consuming.

Olivia pulled away for a breath, and his lips moved to her jaw and neck.

"Can I?" Elliot's hand trailed up her ribs.

"Yeah. Yes."

His hand reached her breasts, palming over her bra, and she moaned again.

"Mmm," she hummed, hands smoothing down his impossibly hard torso.

Elliot's lips headed lower, going down her neck to her collarbone and then following his hand as it tugged down her undershirt.

"Damn, Liv," he murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

A minute later he jumped away suddenly, and Olivia yanked up the front of her shirt, trying to hide her hurt. Was it the scars?

"This is wrong. We shouldn't do this here."

"Oh. Oh, yes. You're right."

"Not that I don't want to, Liv, but I wanna take our time, enjoy it. You deserve more than a frenzied fumble on the precinct roof. You said we have a lot to talk about, and all of this, you call the shots. You're the captain."

She laughed. "And I just let a subordinate get to second base on the roof of my precinct. With me."

"Is that a green light to continue, Captain?"

"Hang on," Olivia said amusedly, pressing a hand into his chest when he reached for her. "This was unprofessional of me. I shouldn't have."

"It certainly wasn't unreciprocated. You don't have to apologize."

She scanned his face. "You said we have a lot to talk about, and we do."

"Whenever you're ready, Liv, I'm here. No more undercover ops, no more ghosting you, I'm here to stay."

"I know. I want to talk, but it's gonna be a lot."

Elliot grinned. "Then, I'll wait as long as it takes, and if a little kissing is on the table until then-"

Olivia rolled her eyes, biting back a chuckle. "How are you still going?"

"You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Please, flattery will get you nowhere."

"But being a pain in the ass will?"

"I guess you'll have to try your luck next time, Detective."

Elliot flushed involuntarily. Oh, he had a thing for rank.

"Next time?" he asked.

She finished buttoning her blouse and headed for the door.

"Whoa, hang on. What just happened here?"

"We have work to do."

"Like I'm gonna forget that kiss."

"Oh, I didn't say to do that." Olivia turned, leaning back on the door and pulling him into her. "Maybe you can hold onto that thought for later," she whispered against his lips. She slipped out from under his arms and opened the door, heading back down the stairs and leaving him baffled.

They were almost to the squad room when he caught up to her, pressing her against the door.

"Oof. El, what are you doing?"

"Just don't want you to think it was a question. We should definitely trot this moment back out later."

He kissed her then, so abruptly that the back of her head smacked the door.

"Sorry," he murmured, pulling back.

"I'm fine." She pulled him to her, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips.

"So, later?" Elliot asked.

Olivia grinned at the hopeful smile on his face. "Later."