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DUN DUN
The jazz music filled the crowded room, but to Elliot, the rest of the world was just blurry background noise. He kept a possessive hand anchored on Olivia’s waist, his body pulled tightly against hers as they moved slowly to the rhythm.
Ever since she cut her hair into that short, wavy bob that beautifully bared her neck, he had been completely obsessed with it. Without the barrier of her long hair, her skin was right there—within hand's reach, within breath's reach.
"Elliot..." Olivia whispered with a smirk, looping her arms around his neck. "You’ve been staring at me for ten minutes. People are going to think you're preparing an interrogation."
"I can't help it," he answered in a low voice, his blue eyes locked onto her lips. "This haircut... It drives me crazy, Liv. You look criminally beautiful tonight. And you smell so good."
Playing along, Olivia let out a soft laugh. In a teasing move, she lifted her arms high above her head, drawing Elliot into a wider dance step and stretching her silhouette in her silk dress.
"It’s just my perfume, Stabler," she teased.
That was the exact moment Elliot lost his control. Guided by pure Stabler instinct, he caught Olivia’s wrists in the air. Without caring for even a second about the guests, the waiters, or the looks around them, he tilted his head and buried his face directly into the crook of her exposed armpit. He kissed the soft skin before inhaling deeply, greedily taking in the scent of her skin mixed with her designer perfume.
Olivia gasped in surprise, her breath catching as a wave of heat rushed through her.
"Elliot!" she whispered, breathless, both shocked and incredibly turned on by his boldness. "We are in public!"
Elliot slowly raised his head, a satisfied smile on his face, his blue eyes burning with dark desire.
"I don't care about the others, Liv. Your scent is my favorite drug. And with this short hair, I finally have all the room I want."
DUN DUN
The loft door closed with a heavy click. Olivia sighed in relief, kicking her high heels into a corner of the entryway. She ran a tired but liberated hand through her short hair, messing up her brown curls.
"Finally home... My feet are killing me," she sighed, heading toward the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.
She didn't even make it to the counter. Two powerful arms grabbed her from behind, pulling her firmly against a solid chest. Elliot spun her around in one swift motion, pinning her back against the stainless-steel refrigerator. His hands slid up her arms, gently catching her wrists to pin them against the surface above her head.
"El? What are you doing?" she asked, her heart racing at the intensity in his eyes.
Elliot didn't answer right away. He stared at her short hair, running his fingers through the strands that stopped just above her shoulders.
"I waited all night to do this without one of your detectives or a guest interrupting us," he growled.
In a fluid motion, he pressed his muscular body against hers, slottled his knee between her thighs, and buried his nose directly under her armpit, where the silk of her dress opened up. He rubbed his five-day stubble against her sensitive skin, inhaling deeply. He breathed in her warm, intimate scent, amplified by hours of dancing. He kissed the tender skin, leaving a burning trail.
Olivia arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her fingers gripped his tightly.
"God, Elliot... you are a total savage."
"Because of you," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating directly against her ribcage as he continued to breathe her in, completely drunk on her scent. "When you had long hair, it always got between us. Now, there's nothing. Just your skin, your scent, everywhere. You smell like a queen, Benson. And I'm going to spend the rest of the night breathing you in."