OK this one is kind of a tribute to an author, who was on svufiction back in the day, Myrth. I don't know if any of you would remember the story she wrote called Monologue. Very hot! So anyways this is my little homage!

Disclaimer: Again…own nothing, Dick owns everything. Lucky bastard.

All work my own.

Olivia is home at a decent time for the first night in what feels like months. She hates that instead of going out and enjoying herself all she has the energy to do is order dinner, open a bottle of wine and watch mindless television.

She is laying on her couch covered in the throw rug. Looking at the coffee table she realises that the whole bottle of wine is pretty much gone. No wonder she feels a bit fuzzy she giggles to herself.

Olivia double checks her phone, even though she and Elliot are not on call she is still paranoid. Glancing at the screen she sees no missed calls and pops it on the arm of the couch.

She turns her attention to the television and starts flicking through the channels, coming to a stop when she swears she can see a familiar face. Her brain must be playing tricks she decides, but it really does look like Elliot. She checks the channel information, Man of Steel. Well it's definitely a movie and not a press conference but still that character looks a hell of a lot like El.

She continues to watch, finding out the character is called Colonel Hardy. Fuck this guy is hot. Then her mind wonders to Elliot, fuck he is hot too.

She thinks back to earlier in the day, they had been interviewing a perp in the interrogation room. Elliot had been getting in the guys face; he had bent over the table practically nose to nose with him. Olivia had tried not to look but couldn't help herself. Her eyes had traced his body, the muscles in his shoulders and arms. To the broad expanse of his back, sliding all the way down to that perfect arse.

Olivia groans at the thought, she slides her legs together, clenching her thigh muscles giving her a little bit of relief.

God, she thinks, I am laying on the couch, half buzzed fantasising about my partner. Her hand subconsciously traces the outline of her breast over the top of her t shirt. That's the thing about fantasies though; they can be anything you like. Olivia closes her eyes. In her mind Elliot is there….

They are both in the squad room, seated at their desks. It's late and they are the only ones left now. Elliot has his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing those muscular forearms and she can see his marine tattoo with the light coming from his desk lamp.

Her hand strokes her breast feeling her nipple harden under her fingers. Olivia squeezes her breast hard and pinches the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She closes her eyes and delves back into her fantasy.

Elliot gets up from his desk and makes his way towards her. He swings her chair around so they are facing one another and uses his leg to push her knees apart as he steps in-between them getting as close to her as possible.

Olivia groans, her other hand is making its way down her abdomen to the waistband of her yoga pants. He would tease her so bad, she knows this. Olivia has to feel her skin.

Sitting up she pulls her t shirt off and throws it on the floor, she unclips her bra and flings that on top of the t-shirt then she flops back down on the couch, she doesn't see her phone drop off the arm of the couch underneath the cushion.

In her fantasy, Elliot has his hands on her; he slides them down her shoulders and cups her breasts. He bends his head so his lips are against her ear and whispers to her. He tells her how much he loves her breasts, the feel of them, the taste of her skin on his tongue. He loves to tease her, feel her nipples harden under his fingers. He loves to watch her body break out in goose bumps as he traces his fingers over her hot skin.

Suddenly they are in the interrogation room. She is sitting on the edge of the table and he is kissing her hard. His tongue is fighting hers for dominance. He runs it along her bottom lip and then delves back inside her mouth. They break apart long enough for Olivia to pull his t shirt over his head. She runs her hands up his well defined stomach to his arms. She groans at the sight of him. His whole body is just solid, hard.

He slowly unbuttons her shirt, slides it down her arms and lets it drop to the floor. He then reaches behind her and unclips her bra and discards that on the floor.

Olivia moves her hands over her body the way she knows he would. Her fingertips start at her neck, work along her shoulders, down her arms to the sides of her ribs. He wouldn't touch her breasts yet, he would make her wait for that.

Back in the interrogation room Elliot kisses her neck. As he sucks on her pulse point Olivia lets out a long moan. She can feel her body's reaction to him; her panties are wet and uncomfortable. She just wants him to touch her, fuck her. The man is an Adonis and she has him.

His hands are roaming her body; she arches her back, pushing her breasts closer to him. She wants him, no needs him to touch her there. He is deliberately avoiding them because he knows that sometimes a single touch can send her over the edge.

Elliot just smirks at her and runs his hands down to her thigh. One hand slips in between her clothed leg and up. As he runs his hand across her pussy through her pants he whispers in her ear "Olivia, how wet are you?"

On her couch Olivia arches her back and pushes her head harder into the cushion. She needs to know the answer to her mental Elliot's question.

One hand again slips to the waistband of her yoga pants and dips inside. Her whole body is aching. She runs one finger down the fabric of her panties. They are already damp. She wants to touch her wetness, feel the heat coming from her body, her pussy all because of him.

Her hand goes to the hem of her panties and she slips it inside. She parts her folds, feeling her arousal. She is soaking wet. Olivia slides her finger up to her clit and moans loudly as she circles it, she can hear Elliot in her head.

"I bet you are soaking." She knows he can feel it through her pants. His mouth latches onto her nipple and is other hand makes its way back up her body and squeezes her breast. Lightly to begin with but when he hears the noises Olivia is making he increases the pressure.

The hand that has been stroking her through her pants moves upwards slowly. It goes to work on the button which he promptly pops open and slides down the zipper.

She lifts her bottom slightly so he can pull them off. Then, because it is her fantasy, he looks back up her legs only to discover she isn't wearing any panties. Olivia watches him intently as his hand moves nearer to her pussy, she is impatiently waiting for his touch. He finally makes it and lets out a low growl as he cups her bare mound.

She lets her head drop back and Elliot takes full advantage. Releasing his lips from her nipple he goes straight back up to her neck. She loves it when he kisses her neck; it is the ultimate turn on for her. He licks his way up to her ear and suckles her lobe into his mouth. She can hear how heavy his breathing is.

She sighs as he slides his finger through her folds, to her tight hole and slips it inside, thrusting high. He rubs his thumb over her clit and then thrusts a second finger inside her hot body.

Her hand is mimicking the actions of Elliot's in her head. She cries out his name, "Elliot" loudly.

Her phone comes alive under the cushion.

Olivia calls out his name again as she thrusts her fingers deep inside her hot wet pussy .She shouts it out again, "Elliot….fuck."

Her phones voice recognition kicks in and automatically dials the number of the person she has requested. Her phone dials Elliot.

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Elliot has just gotten out of the shower when he hears his phone. Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist he checks the caller ID and answers with a quick "yeah."

There is silence at first and he begins to worry. Then Elliot thinks he can hear a groan.

He whispers her name, thinking she could be in trouble; he doesn't want to alert anyone to the call if that is the case. Listening carefully he grabs some clothes to throw on.

Then he hears, "Oh, God, Elliot".

It is muffled but he defiantly heard it. She doesn't sound hurt or upset, he thinks, she sounds aroused. Her voice is low and husky. She almost sounds like she is sleepy, that's how her voice is when he has to wake her in the cribs. He loves her voice like that, it just sounds like sex.

"Fuck, Elliot. El, please"

She is saying his name again, oh yeah she is most definitely aroused.

He sits on the edge of his bed. His dick is twitching; the sound of her voice and the thought of what she is doing is making him hard. Elliot discards the towel and takes his cock in hand, gently stroking it, feeling its length. He is a big guy, he knows this. Although he hasn't had a lot of partners he does know that his cock is above average by a long way. He knows he shouldn't be listening but she is getting off and she is using him to do it and that fucking turns him on no end.

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Elliot's fingers are thrusting deep inside her and his thumb is relentlessly flicking her clit. He has her in heaven, so so good. He knows exactly what she needs as he curls his fingers inside her pussy. She knows that he is preparing her, Elliot isn't exactly small and he has always taken the extra time to get her ready for him.

Olivia finally opens her eyes and looks at him, Elliot is completely naked, cos this is her fantasy after all. He withdraws his fingers and puts them in his mouth sucking her juices off his digits.

They have never done this at work before, always the comfort of his place or hers. The thought of doing it here and the possibility of getting caught are just heightening their experience.

He looks at her and asks, "Do you want this?"

"Fuck, Elliot. El, please" She whimpers, not sure if she actually uttered that in her head or not because it felt very real.

They keep eye contact as he rubs his hard, thick cock up and down her slick folds. He leans into her, wraps his arm around her back and pushes her down flush against the cold metal of the table. She shivers, not just from the table but also his touch. She loves the sensation of her breasts pushing against his chest, the friction they create with just her nipples and his smattering of chest hair is just indescribable.

Olivia groans as he pushes himself into her. She feels so tight around his dick. He thrusts hard; she raises her hips to meet his every push. She is so close; his cock is grinding against her clit every time he buries himself inside her. He slows down his thrusts, teasing her now. He slowly withdraws and then slams himself back inside her hard.

Olivia has three fingers inside her pussy now. She can't even think straight. She has finger fucked herself before using Elliot but never has it been this intense. She doesn't know if it is the alcohol or that her eyes keep glancing at the television screen when Hardy appears or a combination of both but the orgasm that is building inside of her feels amazing.

She groans again as her thumb rubs her clit. She is normally very vocal during sex, but never when she masturbates. She has learned to keep quiet, especially when she has had to sneak off to the cribs to take care of herself.

Tonight though, tonight she is loud. Every thrust of her fingers, every rub from her thumb is commanding a noise, a whimper, a name. She can't help it now; in her head he is urging her to cum, to shout his name loud.

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Elliot has his phone on speaker. He doesn't care how dirty or how voyeuristic this is. His partner is making herself cum and she is calling out his name and all he wants to do is be right there helping her along.

He has his dick in hand, squeezing and tugging. Imagining it is her hands on him. He listens to every moan, hears the way she calls his name and thinks that he will never be able to hear her say his name again without cumming.

He wants to be deep inside her, his cock making her shout. He wants to touch her body, suck and nip at her breasts, the soft flesh around her neck. He wants to fucking taste her; he knows she would taste so sweet.

XXXX

Olivia is almost there. Her body is on fire. She cannot remember a time feeling so fucking aroused. She tries to spread her legs further apart within the constraints of her pants. Her palm is grinding against her clit now. She can feel how wet her hand is; it is covered in her juices. Her mental Elliot continues the assault on her body.

He is pushing in as deep as he can and then lifts one of her legs over his shoulder to get even deeper. He leans down to kiss her and at this angle she is in fucking heaven. His dick is rubbing against the sensitive spot just inside and his pubic bone hits her clit with every thrust.

He whispers in her ear "Cum for me Liv, baby just let go. You know you want to cum."

She can feel the muscles in her stomach contract and she tells him (and her real self) "Don't stop, oh God, Elliot, don't fucking stop. I'm there, I'm gonna cum."

Olivia arches her back completely off the couch as se explodes around her fingers. She shouts his name over and over; it's going to be her new mantra "El,El,El…"

She lay there just listening to her breathing. Fuck that was good, fucking amazing. Her breathing starts to slow down and return to normal. Olivia withdraws her fingers, moaning at the loss of contact. She looks at her hand and is absolutely glistening and to be honest she is quite proud of herself.

She sits up, pushing the cushion out of the way and sees her phone, the screen is lit up. Looking at it she can see a call has been connected for several minutes. The caller ID….Elliot. She looks mortified.

Olivia takes a deep breath and puts the phone to her ear and whispers "Elliot?"

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Elliot could hear her moaning louder, she was so fucking close. He increased the pace of his hand on his cock. Pretending it was her pussy riding him into oblivion. Fuck he wants to be inside her, holding her hips as they both thrust hard. He bets she would be tight around him. He hopes like hell she talks dirty cos he wants to hear every single thing she wants to do to him.

He hears her voice, "Don't stop. I'm there, I'm gonna cum," then his name over and over.

He lets out a long groan as he feels his release. He spurts his seed over his hand and stomach. He slowly comes down, pumping less and less before he finally lets his cock slip from his grasp.

Over the speaker on the phone he listens to her breathe. He notices their breathing slows together, almost in sync.

He knows he should hang up now, because she had called him it wouldn't show up on her phone unless she actually goes into the logs and checks dialled calls so he should be safe.

H reaches across the bed to get it when he hears a muffled noise and then her voice

"Elliot?"