A little continuation of the previous drabble ;) I'm not writing smut that often, so I didn't go all out because I don't have the practice.

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Little Games – Part 2

Olivia knew exactly that she'd pulled his strings just the right way to frustrate him, and she enjoyed seeing him on the edge over the whole rest of the day. She rarely saw him out of his skin, and though she had been good at hiding it from him, she felt the same. They'd been together for quite some time now, but a single glance of desire from him still made her feel very tingly.

And so he wasn't the only one who could barely wait for them to be able to get home.

Fortunately for them, Noah had played so wildly on the playground of his daycare that he already nearly fell asleep during dinner – Rafael had to keep the boy's head from dropping into his pasta more than once. Still the little man insisted on hearing a bedtime story, and whenever Olivia stopped reading because they thought that Noah had fallen asleep, he miraculously woke up again, telling them with a sleepy voice that the story wasn't over yet.

Olivia and Rafael exchanged a few glances when that happened, and she was close to starting to curse loudly – the object of her desire was standing next to her, a hand on her shoulder, looking devilishly handsome in a worn Harvard t-shirt, sweatpants and with his hair ruffled, and Noah wouldn't fall asleep.

And so they were extra cautious as they sneaked out of Noah's room as the boy finally didn't wake up again, Olivia clutching Rafael's hand so tightly that it must have hurt him. The moment she closed the door behind them, Rafael's lips crashed onto hers and he pulled her against him, his hands pushing up her top. They stumbled down the hall towards the bedroom, somehow avoiding to crash into something while Rafael pulled the top over her head, carelessly throwing it onto the ground. His hands were running over every inch of the exposed skin while their tongues battled; heat pulsed through the air as they pushed the bedroom door closed.

For a long moment, they just stared at each other, passion radiating off them both, then Rafael pulled her against him, growling: "Never do that again, Liv. I was close to jumping over the table."

She smirked, grinding her hips against his to feel his growing arousal, making him gasp, and whispered back: "Don't think you're the only one who was turned on."

"Minx." He winked, allowing her to free him of his t-shirt before kissing her again, maneuvering her towards the bed while fumbling with her bra clasps. They needed each other, now, and the kiss grew more needy as they fell onto the bed, Olivia's bra flying out of sight. Olivia felt the heat coiling thickly in her stomach as Rafael showered her body with kisses and teased the spots he knew would drive her crazy while his hands pushed her sweatpants down, his fingers finding their way into her panties. A satisfied smirk played around his lips as Olivia moaned, feeling herself respond to his touch, and she wanted nothing more than to find her release, but she knew he wouldn't let her have that.

He knew her body well, so she wasn't surprised when his touch vanished the very moment she felt herself coming close, and she bit his lower lip in protest as he kissed her. Her fingers were trembling in need and anticipation as she hooked them into the waistband of his pants, and he helped her to push them down, together with his boxers.

"You're driving me crazy," he mumbled breathlessly before his lips found hers again and she wrapped her legs around his waist, thinking that maybe she would do this again anyway.