A/N: This is just a "one-shot" I had lying around on my computer. LOL. Basically, its just Elliot's inner thoughts about Olivia. Enjoy! :)
Look...
All I can do is look...well, glance, actually.
I look over at you in these minor, millisecond moments and glance...
Taking tiny, mental pictures that are pieces of a puzzle...
...a beautiful, jarring, 1,000 piece puzzle that I take a sick pleasure in solving.
Every night, I sort them tirelessly...a piece of cleavage...a piece of long, tanned legs...two almond-brown eyes...
I use these pieces for comfort...emotional or...otherwise...but, these pieces aren't enough to solve this puzzle...I need more...MUCH more...
Because, now, the puzzle is getting more complicated...my brain is creating scenarios in which, I take you...
...on my desk...
...in the shower...
...or even a dark void, where no one knows where we are...or if we even exist.
Sometimes, I wonder if all men think this way when they look at you...probably...i'd be shocked if they didn't...
*sighs*
This has to end one day...the day when, I get enough balls to describe even a small fraction of what I think of you...what I REALLY think of you...but...
...until then...i'll just take this cup of coffee you're handing me...and continue on with my life of repression...regret...and fear.