While finishing up dinner, sipping on her third glass of wine, Maureen finally broke.
"I have to ask."
Olivia set down her wine glass, "about Elliot and I?"
Maureen nodded.
"Nothing has happened between us."
"I'm not a kid any more Olivia. You can tell me. I won't tell my mom or dad or family…"
"I've got nothing."
"Are you serious?" Maureen asked with a deep frown. Olivia nodded while taking a large sip and setting the glass back down.
"But all those times… and my mom said… Not even a kiss?" Maureen still frowned with her mouth hanging open now.
Olive shook her head.
"You do love him don't you?"
Olivia pulled her head back in a bit of shock.
Maureen smiled, "I'm not any one. You can tell me."
"You are though. You're Elliot's daughter."
Maureen nodded, "I understand. But he is coming on Monday, right?"
Olivia nodded with a smile that turned back to a frown as soon as another glass-full touched her lips.
Over the next couple days thoughts of the night with Maureen constantly rang through Olivia's ears. You do love him, don't you? Does he love me? Is that what this is?
Monday Night
Olivia came running into the apartment hardly before seven, when she told Elliot to come. Maureen had set up the apartment lovely. Two glasses of wine were on the coffee table, some snacks and pretty lighting.
Maureen passed by Olivia in the hall, she was downing a glass of wine.
"Take it easy, Maur! It wont be that bad," Olivia called from her room while getting changed into something a little nicer.
Meanwhile Maureen picked up her purse, checked that everything was in order and snuck out of the apartment building through the back.
A ring came from the doorbell.
"Can you get that?" Olivia called. No answer.
"What?" Elliot called back.
"One second!"
She zipped up her black boots as she made her way to the door. Just before opening she straightened her hair with her fingers as best as possible.
She opened the door what a great surprise for Elliot.
He couldn't help but stare. She was in a little black dress, with black boots and a V neck that went further than he was use to on her.
"Come on in," she tried not to giggle at him staring at her.
"Sit down," She told him and pointed to the couch, "I'll be right back."
Olivia went to go find Maureen. When she got to the kitchen a note on the fridge read:
Be back in half hour, sorry.
-M
Olivia rolled her eyes and threw the note away. She straightened out herself a little more than joined Elliot on the couch.
She poured herself a glass, and then one for him.
About half an hour later Elliot asks for another glass. She pours him one, pours herself one. Slowly the distance between them has shrunk. Olivia's legs are crossed toward him, instead of away. His free arm rests on the top of the couch, his fingers close enough to touch her ear.
She knows he's been trying to make a move for awhile, he knows she has too.
"Why did you invite me here tonight?" Elliot asks in breaking the silence.
"There was going to be a surprise for you but sadly that didn't happen."
"Oh," he said quietly and a bit disheartened. He set his glass on the coffee table and began to leisurely remove his arm from the top of the couch. She knew the 'well I better get going' was coming.
She lounged at his end of the couch. Her hands on his chest supported herself as she kissed his lips softly but passionately. He didn't react. He just laid their stunned and confused.
She pulled away from his lips slightly and looked at his shocked face. She looked away- it was mistake. In that instant of doubt, he sort of snapped out of his daze and shock and realized she was hurting, still laying on top of him hurting. He placed his hands on her back to prevent her from moving. She kept her eyes away.
He slowly began moving her shirt up to reveal her back. He slid his hands in between their bodies, he could feel the warmth of her flat stomach, her heavy breathing, her shiver of excitement.
He slid his hands onto her back again. He softly slid them past her skin and onto the shirt, then back down to the base of her back. He could feel another shiver pulsate through her body onto his. Her breathing became heavy, her shame more unbearable.
Unable to reach her lips and basically pinned to his spot, the only thing he could do was ask, "Can you try once more?"
Olivia let out a deep shaky breath and then turned to look at him again.
"Just once more?" he repeated.
She slowly bent her neck down to meet his lips but before they could touch she froze. She couldn't put herself on the line like that again. Their jobs, his family, Maureen…
Elliot smiled and reached his neck up to meet her lips. He kissed her like she had kissed him before. Soft, melodic, passionate. She wasn't syncing with him, like he hadn't with her.
But like a trigger or switch, something changed in a millisecond. She kissed him back and he kissed harder. She removed her hands from his chest and began helping him up from the couch while they overwhelmingly kissed.
They began speaking to each other through panting breaths and longing kisses.
"This isn't the surprise?" He grunted as she pinned him against her bedroom door and kissed him rougher than he had expected her to be.
"No," she breathlessly whimpered, "you're just getting lucky."
He smiled and finally was able to open the door from being pinned to it. She sort of stumbled in with him. She managed to shut the door behind her and managed to be flipped onto the bed first. She liked to be in control but he wanted to pleasure her just the same.
