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Velasco is the last to arrive. The apartment is surprisingly busy. He recognises a lot of the faces but not all of them. He had been more than happy to come when Amanda had swung the invite his way. A housewarming party, had been her exact words and she seemed so happy as she talked about the bigger apartment she and Carisi had gotten so the girls could eventually have a bedroom each when they got a little older.
He scans the room. There was some vague recognition of the man who had opened the door — a lawyer, he’s sure — but said man had taken the first opportunity to slip back into the little gathering leaving Velasco standing alone near the door. Everyone is talking away, mingling, and the music is loud but calming. He considers shrugging off his leather jacket like everyone else but then he sees the patio door across the wide living room. Carefully, he pushes himself across the room, skirting around people and exchanging brief greetings as he goes, giving no time to stop for an actual conversation. It’s warm inside and there’s so much noise and even though he’d been happy to accept the invite, he has to admit, it’s been too long of a day.
It’s a relief when he finds the patio door open and is able to step out onto the balcony. There’s a subtle breeze and even though the temperature has been dropping bit by bit, slowly turning harsh, as they’ve descended further into winter, it actually feels good against his skin. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket and tilts his head back, eyes closed, letting the breeze wash over him.
“It’s good out here, huh?”
Velasco jumps, struggling to draw his hands out of his jacket to- To do what? He’s not really sure. All he knows is that his heart is hammering in his chest and it only starts to subside once he realises who had spoken. He sucks in a deep breath.
“Oh.” With another breath, his whole body relaxes. “Hey, Cap.”
Olivia chuckles and straightens up from where she’d been leaning on the railing. She’s stood right in the corner where the lights on the balcony don’t quite reach properly. She gestures outwards. “Was admiring the view.”
He nods once, glancing out at what is arguably a decent enough view but his eyes are drawn quickly back to the party inside before he dares to take any steps towards her. She’s smiling at him as he does and she leans back against the wall, her hands tucked behind her.
“You’re late.”
“Paperwork.”
“I did tell you that you were getting behind.”
When he’s only a couple of steps away from her, he can see, even in the low light, that her cheeks and nose are slightly red. She has a soft look on her face as she looks up at him. He spies the champagne glass on the floor, tucked neatly in the corner where she’d been standing. It’s a mixture then, he presumes, the rosy look to her. The alcohol and the cold.
“I was doing fine till you advised Fin to delegate.”
Olivia barks out a laugh and he takes a step forward. “You’ve been around long enough to know that Fin doesn’t need to be told to delegate.”
Another step. They are toe-to-toe now and she has to look up to be able to look him in the eye.
Velasco raises a brow. “So you didn’t encourage him at all?”
“And if I did?”
She doesn’t even try to hide it, she grins. He licks his lips, pushing in closer to her, forcing her tight against the wall. His leg has slipped between hers and his hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear and push the end back off her shoulder. She tilts her head to the side as she continues to look him right in the eyes, grin still very much in place.
He slowly dips his head down and gently presses his lips to her throat in a gentle kiss. “Well, I suppose…” He runs his tongue along the spot he’d just kissed, making her shiver. “That I deserve to get my own back.”
Olivia swallows and it’s now his turn to grin. “Yeah?”
With a soft hum, Velasco’s hand comes up to splay along her collarbone, his fingers lightly wrapping around the base of her neck which, by slowly drawing his thumb and index finger together, he’s able to gently squeeze. Her intake of breath is sharp and her hand flies up to cover his. He almost withdraws at the movement but she presses down, keeping his hand in place.
This time, he kisses along her jawline until he’s right by her lips. They’re parted and he can see now her eyes are closed, head tipped back slightly. He straightens himself up completely, his hand still on her neck as he leans in to ghost his lips over hers.
She murmurs something but he doesn’t quite catch it, her lips already pressing harder against his. He hums, delighted, as he kisses her back. He can taste the alcohol he’d assumed she’d had, sweet but still slightly bitter, and he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth to taste it better. It’s only for a moment, he quickly releases it with a soft pop, but it’s long enough that she whines. He’s pretty sure all of the blood he’s got went south the second the sound reached his ears.
Velasco groans as he kisses her hard, his hand tightening just so around her neck. She digs her nails into his hand slightly but doesn’t retreat. In fact, she pushes up onto her toes to kiss him back just as hard. He can feel her pushing against his hand and he widens his grip to allow her that room.
The music inside switching to something more upbeat is the only thing that brings him around enough to pull back. He hates to do it but he knows he’ll hate it more if they’re caught because Olivia won’t ever allow anything like this to happen between them again.
Even though he draws back, he keeps his hand around her neck and his body close enough to hers. She’s a little breathless and honestly, so is he. He watches her carefully. Her eyes are closed as she licks at her lips. He eases his hand around so his palm is against the side of her neck, her hand falling away completely and when she opens her eyes to look at him, he slides his hand up to cup her cheek. She hums appreciatively when he brushes his lips gently over hers.
“Later?”
For a split second, Olivia looks unsure but then she gives him a soft smile and nods. “Yeah, later.”
Briefly glancing back towards the patio door, Velasco kisses her one last time. Hand tangling in her hair to hold her as close as possible. When he pulls back this time, she follows, chasing him. He pecks at her lips a few times, misses a bunch too, and she laughs. He grins at the sound, forcing himself to untangle from her completely. With a soft touch, she reaches up and places a hand on his cheek before gently swiping her thumb over his lips.
“All better,” she muses.
He fixes her hair where he’d tangled his hand in it. “Yeah.”
It’s her that leaves first.
She squeezes his hand as she moves past him. He doesn’t turn around, knowing he’ll only draw her back into him again so instead, he takes up her corner and leans on the railing to look out at the view.