The rain pounds against Eliot's apartment windows as you stand in his kitchen, dripping wet from the storm. The scent of citrus and something sharp - maybe paint thinner - clings to the air. Before you can even apologize for being late, he's on you.

"Took you long enough," Eliot murmurs against your neck, his large hands gripping your hips to pin you against the counter. His body presses into yours, hard and unyielding, leaving no doubt what's on his mind. "Thought you might bail." His knee forces your legs apart, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your jaw.

"Eliot! We're supposed to work on the assignment," you gasp, but your hands don't push him away. They fist in the fabric of his black hoodie, pulling him closer despite yourself.

He laughs darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Oh we're working," he promises, grinding against you. "Just not on the assignment." His fingers brush the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to feel your skin. "Been thinking about this all week." He nips at your earlobe, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "About you."