A/N: A prompt word thrown at me by TStabler - this is what she got...Click!
Disclaimer: I do not own the SVU characters, they are property of Mr Wolf. These words however, are all mine.
Click
The sound was harsh against his ears as he sat alone at his desk. The precinct was empty. Silence and darkness surrounded him except for the dull glow of his desk lamp and the sound of heels clicking on the corridor floor as she approached. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his skin prickling with anticipation of the onslaught he knew was coming.
The clicking grew louder. He body grew more rigid. The muscles in his back became tight and tense, his jaw flexed as he bit his teeth together, hard. His eyes were glued firmly to the paperwork on the desk in front of him and they remained so as the clicking grew louder still. She was close. Then it stopped.
Silence.
No sound penetrated the air in the squad room, but he remained steadfast, his back tense, his jaw tight, his eyes downcast. It was a waiting game. A battle of wills. Who would break first? Who would crumble and yell into the silence?
Her clicking upon the linoleum floor resumed and he saw her approach out of the corner of his eye.
Click.
Click.
Click.
He flinched as she stopped at his desk, perching on the corner of the furniture as she glared down at him.
"Look at me," she said, her voice quiet, but firm.
Still he remained as he was, unable to look up into the eyes of his partner. He knew what he would find in their depths; disappointment, shame, regret. Heartache perhaps.
"Look at me," she repeated, this time louder.
He shook his head and continued to stare at the paperwork on his desk, his body wired and tight, his pulse fast and throbbing. He inhaled sharply as contact was made. She was quick, her hand sliding deftly under his chin and around his neck in the blink of an eye. He tried to speak, but her grip tightened, pressing firmly on his throat.
"Funny isn't it?" she began, "how easy it is to surrender control, when the person asking for it knows your weaknesses."
Finally, he looked up, watching as she inched closer, her face now level with his, her breath hot on his skin. He returned her glower, but still was silent.
"That's what you did last night. You played me. You used my weaknesses to get what you wanted. You controlled me."
She tightened her grip further upon his throat and lifted one leg over his, pushing herself onto his lap.
"You fucked me," she growled, her voice a mere whisper against his ear.
"You used me," she said as she sank down onto him, her pelvis rotating slowly against his groin.
Her lips brushed his as she spat her last words, "...and you threw me out to dry. You will be punished."
The kiss was slow, torturously so, as she continued to gently rock back and forth atop his lap. She smirked against his lips as she felt his cock spring to life beneath the fabric of his pants. She rocked harder, revelling in the delicious friction her lace panties caused as they rubbed against her rapidly swelling clit. She was wet and she knew he was acutely aware of this fact, her hot centre spreading warmth to his loins even through their fabric barriers.
Pulling away, she stood up, releasing his neck and removing herself from his lap.
He looked at her, startled and panting, and very, very aroused.
"What the hell, Olivia!" he said, trying to sound harsh, but failing miserably.
"What?" she sang, shrugging her shoulders as she began to walk towards the door.
He stood and turned towards her, his eyes fixed on the sway of her arse as she walked through the doors and left him standing alone, mouth agape, eyes wide, cock raging within his pants.
Time stood still as he listened to her retreating footsteps.
Click.
Click.
Click.
A/N: Thoughts? Confused? Yearning for more 'clicking'?