Chapter 3: Fantasy

Thoughts racing.

Deep moaning.

Body heat growing.

And that's only Elliot. He's a horny mess. Olivia's on top of him, kissing him, touching him, and seducing him like no other woman has ever done before. Her hand snakes down his pants and caresses his full erection. Her soft hand touching a part of his body that's so sensitive makes Elliot confused and loose focus.

"Come on, El." She whispers, "Touch me. I know you want to. Stop being so hesitant."

Elliot mentally curses to himself. He scolds himself for not being aware what his partner of twelve years is capable of. He lets out a throaty groan and brings his hands to her body. His hands run along her curvaceous waist and stop at her ass.

Is this really happening?

He's in her shorts.

His hand is in her shorts, rubbing vigorously on her moistened clit. His head is so fogged up that he's not sure what he's doing. His other hand is cupping her breast. Olivia discarded her shirt and bra early into their little session.

Olivia's moans fill his ears and they only get louder and deeper.

"Fuck." She pants, "Jesus Christ, Elliot, that's so good."

The devil. She's the fucking devil.

He looks at Olivia. She's biting her lower lip and her eyes are half closed and glazed over. Her hair hangs over her shoulder and in front of her face. Her hands are securely gripped on his shoulder and her arms are shaking, overcome by pure ecstasy.

Pure. Intoxicated. Ecstasy.

"Right there, right there, right there." Olivia repeats over and over again. Before he gets too carried away, Olivia stops him and climbs off of him.

Elliot's mind clears up a little and he reflects on what's going on. He stares at Olivia in a daze. Then he hears her laugh excitedly and then a faint ripping sound.

His eyes adjust to the new darkness. He sees a bright green square in Olivia's hand. A condom wrapper. She slips out the condom and crawls back over to him. At least she still knows to have safe sex while under the influence.

The events of the day play quickly in Elliot's mind. Up to this very moment.

She unzips his pants.

They went into the lab. Olivia opened the pot and the fumes attacked her without warning.

She slowly removes them.

The interrogation room; she stumbles around until she collapses.

His underwear comes off.

He took her to the hospital and then home. She kissed him and now this.

Olivia begins to slide the condom on when Elliot grasps her wrist.

"Olivia, I can't."

She stops and looks at him, her intoxicated and confused expression reminds him of why he's wrong for doing this. Elliot stands and collects his clothes. Putting on his underwear and pants, he glances at her. She's sitting up, with her head is slightly tilted. She looks like a confused puppy.

"Why, El?" She asks so sweetly. It melts Elliot's heart and only makes him feel worse about it.

He loves her but he doesn't want show her this way nor does he want to love her like this. They'll have sex only for her to forget it in the morning.

"You're just not well right now." Elliot tells her, trying not to make it sound like an "it's not me, it's you" response.

There's a prolonged silence.

"Oh." Olivia says blankly.

Elliot doesn't really know what else to tell her.

"It's best if you just sleep tonight." He advises and smiles kindly. Olivia doesn't seem to feel any negative emotion by his rejection. She simply climbs under the covers and lies there.

Elliot looks at her for a few seconds and closes the door behind him. He walks out to the couch and collapses on it. He buries his face in his hands and takes multiple, deep, breaths. This day couldn't get any more hectic. He thinks about what just went on in Olivia's bedroom. The image of Olivia doesn't escape his head. She looked sexy and beautiful at the same time and he was attracted to her. How bad he wants her from that moment is indescribable. She wanted him too and she was willing to do anything with him. The problem is, she's under the influence and incapable of making logical decisions. Elliot sees this everyday at work and when the time comes for him to be in that situation, he ends up fingering his partner before he realizes it's not a good idea.

Elliot lies back on the couch and stares up at the ceiling in deep thought. His hands rest on his stomach and move up and down with his breathing. Then, something doesn't feel right. He didn't have sex with Olivia, he got her to go bed, what else is there?

He's still horny.

"Shit." Elliot whispers. He takes a few deep breaths and closes his eyes, hoping to sleep it off.

The door opens. He can hear the slight creaking sound. Small thumps are audible as the footsteps approach. His eyes are still closed but he can tell it was still dark.

How much sleep did he get?

"Perhaps she's just getting another glass of water." He thinks to himself. He focuses on his breathing to try and fall asleep again.

The footsteps get louder. Soon enough, he feels a warm hand on his uncovered chest. His eyes slowly open to see Olivia, smiling, and standing over him. She's dressed in what she was wearing before he took all of her clothes off. Her eyes don't look glazed over, and she is in perfect balance. He could tell she is back to normal and focused on everything. Which means, she's perfectly aware of what she's doing now.

"Liv, I told you-" He begins to say.

She presses her finger to his lips and shushes him.

Elliot follows her directions but he has to ask, "What time is it?" He mumbles beneath her finger.

"Don't worry about that, El." She says.

"Olivia, I-"

She cuts him off again, "Elliot, I'm fine. I feel fine and I know what I'm doing."

Olivia stands and walks over to her kitchen. She opens a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She fills the glasses with the dark red liquid and walks back over to Elliot. After setting them on the table, she situates herself on top of him.

"Now," She whispers, "Just relax, El. I know you want this as much as I do."