The Phone Call
Disclaimers: not mine.
The Phone Call
The whole squad was stuck doing paperwork for the second day in a row. This mostly meant that Munch was busy telling Fin about his latest conspiracy theory, Fin was trying to ignore him, and Elliot was on the phone with Kathy.
All of this left Olivia alone with her thoughts. Thoughts about a certain blonde lawyer. Thoughts that were never good to think about at work…
Just at that moment her phone rang, snapping her out of her inappropriate memories from earlier that morning. Not looking at the caller ID she quickly snapped up her phone, “Benson.”
“I was sitting here thinking of you; thinking of how I can still smell you on my desk,” Alex purred into the phone.
Olivia silently shivered, and any functioning brain cells she had left shut down in deference to sending blood to more important parts of her anatomy.
“Maybe tomorrow morning we should use your desk,” Alex continued without waiting for or expecting an answer. “And maybe your cuffs as well…” she trailed off as if thinking of it for the first time.
Olivia knew better; knew Alex had her verbal seduction completely worked out long before placing this phone call. She also knew that this plan would push all of her buttons, so to speak, leaving her completely at Alex’s mercy.
“Yes,” Alex purred mostly to herself. “Bent over your desk, ass in the air, hands cuffed behind your back with your shirt front open. The cold desk and your lace bra rubbing your nipples to tight nubs…”
Olivia could hear Alex licking her lips. She was trying to get her breathing under control when she got a glimpse of Elliot who was now finished with his phone call. He was staring at her with a questioning look, and she realized that he must think it odd that she had been on the phone so long without saying anything. Just as her mind was clearing enough to speak, Alex began again.
“I get so wet just thinking of you bent over like that, ready to take it.”
A low, deep growl was Olivia’s only reply, but that was enough to get the attention of everyone within earshot. The detective could feel herself blushing bright red. She refused to look up and see her colleagues’ faces. Instead she tried taking some deep breaths to calm herself, but Alex wasn’t done with her yet.
She continued, “I want your pants and boxers around your thighs, just low enough for me to be able to ram our new little toy into you.”
“Oh, God,” Olivia whimpered, now beyond caring what anyone would think. That “little toy” was actually a nine-inch black strap-on that Alex had shown her for the first time that morning in her office.
“Does that mean you’re ready to take me home?” Alex whispered into Olivia’s other ear.
Olivia jumped out of her chair. Her half-closed eyes were now open wide as she looked around for the first time since the phone call had started. Munch was gaping at her, Fin winked with a knowing smile, and Elliot gave her a shit-eating grin. She grabbed her coat, took Alex by the hand, and yelled over her shoulder as they exited the squad room, “Tell the captain I’m taking tomorrow off!”