" We can't go on like this," she sighed, rolling off her bed, grabbing a blouse from her drawer.
" Why not?" Elliot smirked, moving closer to her.
He pressed his body against hers, so there was not an inch of her skin that was not touching his. She groaned, just at his touch. Resting her head against his muscular chest, she sighed. Her love for him was so strong, but he hated having to sneak around, keeping it from everyone at work, but most importantly, from Kathy.
It was killing her too keep this big a secret.
" I promise it'll work out. I promise," Elliot ran his hands through her hair, comforting her.
God, he has no idea the effect he has on me, she thought. Tears began to well in her eyes, but she blinked them away. She would not cry. Ever.
She turned away.
" I have to get ready," she said simply, but before she could move away, Elliot grabbed her arm.
" Hey. What's wrong?" Elliot asked.
He looked concerned for her, and once again embraced her.
" You give the best hugs you know that, Elliot?" she smiled, looking up at him.
" You gotta bring it, when you're dating a big shot like you," he teased.
" Big shot?" she snorted.
She rolled her eyes, and began to button her blouse.
" So how are we going to explain this… extended lunch break?" she asked, as Elliot grabbed a t-shirt off the floor. " And just so you know, my apartment is NOT your dumping ground, so you can pick that up too."
She pointed toward the belt lying next to where his shirt had been. He shook his head, and reluctantly picked it up.
" Are you going to punish me?" Elliot asked.
" I'm glad you asked. Because as a matter of fact, for every piece of clothing I find on this floor, you owe me a kiss," she teased. And with that she ran into the living room.
" Hey!" he chased after her.
" You have to work for it," she explained, but with that, he tackled her to the floor.
He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, and pressed his lips against hers. She moaned softly into his mouth, and moved her tongue to elict the response she wanted.
Elliot let out a low grumble, and he deepend the kiss. He was moving to unbutton her shirt, when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye.
" What the hell is going on?" Olivia gasped, hands on her hips, looking displeased down at the couple.
Elliot gulped. How was he going to explain this?