A/N- Okay, I'll admit. I need to get my shit together. School has been really hectic, and ontop of that, my laptop broke down, sooo...I had no choice but to re-brainstorm. Reviews really do help this process along, guys. And okay, maybe this pushes the M rating a little. Just a little, nothing too explicit, but you can't say that I didn't warn you.

Is that what you want, Olivia?

Fuck, it was what she wanted. It's all she wanted in that moment when his knee was pressed against her center and his lips were insistent against her own. She couldn't recall ever wanting anything more.

His lips and tongue were trailing a path down her neck, and his fingers were toying with the hem of her t-shirt. He had managed to get it over her head before she spoke.

"Bedroom." It's one word and she barely managed to get it out. Rather than spoken, it was forced between rushed breaths. Pants. They were pants.

Her legs had wrapped around his waist then and he'd carried her the fifteen paces to her bedroom.

She hadn't had time to think. Not about the fact that he was her partner, for Christ's sake! Or the fact that this man who she was about to sleep with was the same one who she had told herself was off limits for the entirety of their twelve years together. It had been etched into her mind since the day she'd met him and the gold band'd shown brightly on his ring finger.

She thought that maybe she should tell him to stop, but she'd have been a walking(laying) contradiction as her hips were grinding against him of their own accord.

She wanted this man. Of course she wanted this man. Who wouldn't want this man? She'd coveted him for twelve-to be completely honest, thirteen-years. For those thirteen years she'd been able to control this need for him that she possessed. And when she couldn't, her fingers were always ready and willing.

They're both completely naked then, and he was at her entrance, and there was no room left for rational thought, anymore. She took this moment to look at him. To take him in. He was still just as handsome as the last time she'd seen him. If not even more so. His hair was shorter, and somehow he'd packed on more muscle. His face had softened somewhat, as though he had less on his mind. Less problems, less anger.

She'd missed him, and she'd felt like crying. So she had. A lone tear had slipped down her cheek, and she'd hoped that it'd gone unnoticed by him.

She felt as though ten minutes had passed even though there'd only been one or two. She'd been waiting for him to start when she realized-

"I'm on the pill. I trust you." and even after the time they'd been apart, she could still read him so easily. That was her final thought before he penetrated her.

A/N- What did you think? Bullshit? Good? Okay? I'd love to know.