"Why are you so grumpy, honey?" Olivia asked Noah on Friday morning as she got him ready for school. She put his cereal in front of him at the dining table. He pouted at her.
"I don't want to go to school," he sighed.
She frowned at him and took a banana from the fruit bowl and tore it's skin. She sat across from him and bit in to it, underwhelmed, remembering why she didn't generally eat in the morning. "Why not? You love school!"
"Connor is being mean to me at school," he slumped his shoulders and avoided Olivia's eyes.
"Why, sweetheart? What is he doing?" she wondered. He looked up at her and she saw his eyes filling with tears. She felt a pang inside of her and got up to move around to the closest chair. She scooted closer and put an arm around him, kissing his temple.
"Connor thought that Trevor was my Dad," he told her.
Olivia drew him close to her and let her eyes fall closed. "Babe, its okay, I don't think he's being mean, maybe when Trevor picked you up they were curious and assumed he was your Dad, but its okay, not everyone has a Dad."
"Yes they do," he cried, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. "All of my friends have Daddies."
She tried to stay calm but she felt for him. "No they don't my angel, you know that I don't have a Dad," she reminded him.
"I told Connor that Trevor was my Dad," he admitted.
"Oh, honey," she cuddled him close to her. Noah leaned in to her cuddle and wrapped his arms around her. "I know sometimes it can be hard when you feel a little different or when your life isn't the same as your friends lives…"
She could feel him against her, still warm and tiny against her. "Honey," she spoke softly and comfortingly, "why was Connor mean about that?"
"Because his Mommy told him it wasn't true, that I don't have a Dad and Trevor was just your friend, that's what Trevor told her… but Trevor is your boyfriend," he sniffed, drawing away from her.
She was surprised that he had it all figured out. "Oh, I'm sorry my love… I know that it's nice to have someone who likes to spend time with you, but you can't call Trevor your Daddy because it's not true and he's just our friend."
"Boyfriend." Noah corrected her which felt jarring.
"Okay Mommy's gonna be honest with you, Trevor is my boyfriend. Are you okay with that?" she asked him, "because it means you have to share me with Trevor."
Noah nodded, "Trevor is really funny and nice and I like him."
"Good," she smiled. "But it means that sometimes you might have to see Trevor and Eloise, remember his daughter?"
Noah nodded again and slowly a smile came to his lips. "I liked her she was so cute and little," he told her. She smiled at his sweetness.
"Do you think you can handle Connor on your own or do you think Mom should call his Mommy and talk about it?"
Noah thought for a moment, "I can handle it."
"Good boy," she kissed him, "And listen, you should always be truthful with your friends even if its not what you want to tell them. If you have a problem explaining something to them, you talk to me, okay? I'm not gonna get mad or upset."
He nodded, "Okay Mommy…"
"Okay, now remember tonight Mommy is going out but Lucy is taking you for pizza and a movie and then you can call me before you go to bed and I'll be home around lunch time."
"Is it for work?" he asked.
"Sort of," she replied, "but you and Lucy are going to stay Grandma Nessa's house."
"Oh cool!" he smiled. "Grandma Nessa has fun snacks."
Olivia laughed, watching her son eat his cereal "Oh yeah? I thought you love my snacks?"
He shrugged, "I do, Nessa's ones are just different."
"I get it," she beamed at her son, "sometimes its nice to have something different."
Once Noah was at school, she texted Trevor to confirm they were still on. "All systems go for tonight still?" she wondered. She missed him so much, four days had passed and they'd only managed to meet up once briefly for coffee.
She understood though, work often became a bit the same for her. She planned for nothing and hoped for everything.
She was on her way to check in with the squad. She'd been texting with Fin and Carisi and knew to keep in close communication – they never let her go days without contacting her anymore.
She understood and was grateful for that, but it was sometimes a little overbearing.
Her phone chimed as she walked in to the precinct. She glanced down at her phone and smiled. She stopped and stepped out of the walkway. "All systems go, my Olivia. My sister Erika is picking up Eloise from daycare and will have her until I pick her up tomorrow. I miss you, I can't wait to see you. Xoxo"
She chuckled, "Great. Am I bringing my overnight bag? What are we doing? I need to prepare."
She continued in to the squad room and looked around. It was empty, no sign of any of her team. She glanced over at one of the uniformed officers. "Where is everyone?" she wondered.
"Carisi and Fin are out at a DB discovery… Kat is taking a disclosure down at the hospital," the officer explained.
"Okay, thank you…I'm not staying very long but I'll just be in my office," she said, letting herself in and putting her bag down on the desk. She took a seat and fired up the computer to check her email and make sure her team were keeping up to date with reports and case files.
Trevor texted her back. She picked up her phone, "I'm taking you to dinner and then I'm going to take you back to my place and we're going to have a few drinks and I'm hopefully going to make you come so hard that you'll forget your own name…"
Olivia's breath hitched at his bluntness. She cleared her throat and wondered how on earth to reply to something so bold. She wasn't used to a guy being so commanding and sexy.
She let her thumbs hover over the screen keyboard for a second, thinking to herself. She started to type, "Ooooft, Trevor stop it, I'm in my office… I'm have to have a functioning brain while I'm here," she smiled to herself and continued, "but seriously, did anyone ever tell you how sexy you are? You should come with a warning label….. what should I wear?"
She knew she was baiting him, but it was all a bit of fun and she was thankful that she felt comfortable enough to speak so openly with him. She would have never dared say half of the things to her exes that she said to Trevor. Perhaps he was right, she thought with a sense of surprise, that when she was with the right person, she would find it easier to open up.
She picked up the phone on a whim knowing that if she didn't say it while she felt the urge and the confidence, she wouldn't be able to do it later. "I have to tell you what I might not have the guts to say to your face so here goes; I am so utterly grateful that you have the ability to make me feel comfortable enough to be myself, to share myself and you do it with so much kindness and understanding and I always feel worthy around you… you really do have a piece of my heart, Trevor. The sex is always blindingly good, but it's everything else that comes with it that makes it all special…. Xoxo"
She logged in to her computer and tried to calm her racing heart after sending the text. She was worried his response wasn't going to be apt or that worse, he wouldn't respond at all. She turned the phone face down, too scared to anticipate his answer.
She clicked on her email and waited for it to load when the chime of her phone almost sent her out of her seat in to the ceiling. With tingling fingers she picked it up gingerly and opened the message.
"You've told me I'm sexy, but not anyone else of great consequence. You should definitely wear something you feel comfortable in and … maybe something nice beneath it, for you know, your own reasons of course. ;) I cannot wait to see your beautiful face, my Olivia."
She could see him typing. It kept stopping and starting. She couldn't help but to watch, anticipating another message. She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was taking him far too long.
She turned back to the computer with disappointment and tried not to get in to her own head too much. She clicked through and deleted a few spam emails and then came to a case number in the subject line. Once she clicked on it she took note of the amount of image files that were attached and she knew immediately it was Sanchez.
"I can get Garland to sign off this report if it bothers you too much to read, Captain," the first two lines read. It was from Carisi. It was his report of the body that they had turned up to the day before she started her leave.
Her phone chimed again and she glanced at it and instantly a smile came to her face.
"I think you deserve to be happy, Olivia, I really want to be the person who can make you happy. I love to hear you laugh, I'm honored when you open up to me and I hope to always be that person that you feel comfortable enough to run to when you can't do it alone. You have my heart too and I want you to know that I agree, while the sex is fun and the flirting and banter is fun, the most wonderful thing about what we have between us is that ease and the comfort and the fact that I can talk to you… you're the full package…"
She breathed a sigh, for some reason becoming emotional by his words. She hoped and prayed that this was it… She blinked away the glassiness from her eyes.
She turned back to the screen, trying not to let his message make her cry. She focused on the email and scrolled at the report from Carisi with the ME's findings at the bottom.
Cigarette burns, puncture marks, abrasions, bruises, broken skin, signs of struggle—lacerations, ligature marks.
She felt her stomach swirling with a little nausea. She drew in a deep breath, startled by the sound of the phone.
She picked it up, noticing Trevor's picture filling the screen – a photo she had taken of him in his kitchen. She tried to shove what she had just seen in the the back of my mind as she hit the accept button. "Hello my heart…" she greeted him, bravely trying out the name that felt appropriate to describe him.
Trevor grinned, "Ughhhh…." He sighed contentedly, "That's the nicest greeting I've had all day..."
Olivia laughed lightly. "What can I do for you Mr. Langan?" she asked.
"I just had a minute to myself and I'm just calling to say thank you for your message. You made my day and I was having an incredibly shitty day," he admitted. "You say you struggle with communicating, but you are really smashing it out the park."
"Thanks…" she mumbled.
"Anyway," he smiled on his end, "what are you up to?"
"Just checking on some reports, making sure these guys are all up to date. I just opened up the email about the job I went to on Sunday night," she admitted, "Carisi offered to take it to Garland for approval, but I can't keep avoiding jobs just because of-"
"Wait, no Liv," Trevor interjected. He sounded slightly frustrated with her. "That file came across my desk yesterday," he said softly, "You don't need to see that," he told her, "send it to Garland, Liv, its okay to relent and say that a job is too much, baby."
She thought of making fun of him for calling her baby to relieve some of the tension that was building, but she was done with trying to distract his attention.
"Its my job," she argued.
"Listen to me," he began, "you need to stop trying to be a hero. You don't have to prove yourself to anyone, Olivia. You came home from that job and you were not okay and your detectives, your chief, they all are aware of what you went through – details or not, Liv, they're not stupid, you're allowed to sit this one out. Listen to your heart here, listen to what your body is telling you…" his words were emphatic as though he was concerned that she might be inclined to tell him to mind his own business.
She listened and felt herself get a little irate. "Trevor please don't…" she said quietly. "This is my job. I need to get through this, exposure is the only way I'm going to be able to do that, the more you get exposed to something, the more desensitized you become," she told him. She didn't want to argue with him, but she also needed to stand her ground. "I know what I can handle and I know when to dial it back, you just witnessed me in a vulnerable state, I don't want you to use that against me."
He did feel frustrated. He knew he had witnessed her in more than just a vulnerable state. He had witnessed a PTSD event; possibly flashbacks caused by the job she'd been to. "I don't want to tell you what to do," he replied carefully. "And I'm going to be here for you regardless of what you choose to do, but I'm just worried about you, that's all."
She sighed, "I get it, I'm sorry for freaking out the other nigh-"
"No," he breathed the words out, "No, baby, I don't want you to do that – I'm allowed to be worried about you, that's my job…"
She glanced at the computer screen and let her eyes fall closed. "Trevor, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to move on as best as I can and I want to prove to me that I don't get to let him take my job from me too."
"Okay," Trevor said simply, "Well, I can respect that you're facing your fears. But, talk to me about it if you need to, alright?"
"Promise," she replied.
"Because I've read the ME report, I've seen the pics, I know what you had to deal with."
"Thanks…" she added, "I will talk to you if I need to," she confirmed.
"Okay, well – I better get back to it, I am really happy to see you tonight. What are you doing for the rest of the day?"
"I have to go home and do a grocery order and figure out food for the week so I don't have to make twenty stops backward and forward each time I need something," she laughed.
Trevor laughed too. "Why don't you wait, we can get groceries and we can do the week meal prep together on Sunday. Eloise is getting picked up first thing Sunday morning."
Oliva smiled, "Are we there yet?" she asked with a laugh, "buying groceries together sounds kinda serious," she teased.
"Well… I'm pretty serious about you," he replied, "so I think we can handle it, plus quite frankly I've seen your cooking abilities now and I think you need my help."
She started to laugh and glanced up to spot Fin in the doorway. "Okay, let's talk about it later, Fin just got back from a job so I better go," she waved him in.
"Okay baby," he replied, his tone softening. Olivia saw Fin raise his eyebrow so she knew he had to have heard Trevor. She couldn't help but to stifle her smile as best she could.
"See you later…"
"He's in the room with you isn't he?" Trevor asked, lowering his voice. Her tone had changed.
She chuckled, "Yeah… but its fine, I don't care."
"Say the line then…" he joked but there was a part of him that was almost certain she was too embarrassed to let anyone that she worked with know that she was dating him.
"What line?" she asked, drawing a blank.
"When you answered the phone earlier, how did you greet me?" he pressed.
"Oh…" she smiled. Fin was giving her an amused face. She shook her head at him, feeling her cheeks flushing.
Trevor figured that she wasn't going to give away to Fin who she was speaking to. "Right, well, I'll see you later…" he finished, feeling a little disappointed, but tried not to be upset, he understood why it might feel a little wrong to be dating him, especially to the other detectives.
"Okay my heart," she said softly, "see you later."
A grin spread across his mouth as he pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up.
Olivia put her phone down and looked at Fin. Her cheeks were burning hot.
"Don't look at me like that," she said with a laugh. He was shaking his head at her with a smile on his face.
"Liv, you know what… I ain't gonna say anything, you're smiling and that's all that matters to me."
"How do you know it wasn't Noah?" she asked him, knowing exactly how he knew it wasn't Noah.
"Olivia, your cheeks are so red, I didn't even know they could get to that shade, also, Noah doesn't sound like a 50s something lawyer named Langan."
"DA," she corrected him.
"What?" he asked, shocked. "Trevor Langan jumped ships?" he chuckled, "no shit!"
"He's trying to make good, I guess. At least I don't have to defend him to you guys every day," she remarked.
"You never have to defend your decisions to us Liv, but I will always be looking out for you," he smiled. "But if you say he's a good guy, I trust your judgment. I'm glad all everything got cleared up."
"Yeah… it was my own fault, I trolled the Jnr DA from Queens and she started the rumor," Olivia replied, amused by her own stupidity. "I'll tell you about it one day."
Fin laughed. "Happiness looks good on you, Liv, why are you here anyway?"
"I'm bored, honestly…" she replied. "I just thought I'd approve all of the reports and I'm stuck looking at the job from Sunday night."
"Yeah…." Fin sighed, "send it through to Garland Liv, that was a bad one."
She shook her head, "I feel like he's escalating… what do you think?"
"He's certainly gotten better at hiding evidence and his victims are getting younger. I just came back from a 12 year old girl's body – Melinda said she wasn't sure it was Sanchez but… my gut tells me he's trying to teach us a lesson." Fin replied. "I'm usually pretty good with this stuff, Liv, but if I'm struggling then I can understand why you're struggling."
Olivia nodded slowly, avoiding the eyes of her second rank officer. She reached for the mouse and clicked the case file closed. She turned back to her friend and folded her hands in front of her. "Trevor thinks I need to sit this one out, I'm arguing that I need to expose myself to it to get over it," she admitted. "Am I just being stubborn?"
Fin was serious, he studied his boss; she had a solemn expression, a face full of concern and tension – different to the relaxed, smiling Olivia that he hadn't really seen since before him.
"Does Trevor know what you've been through?"
She nodded. "I'm going to be honest with you because you're my friend, Fin, the flash backs and PTSD are still very real and I wasn't okay after Sunday night. Unfortunately he had to witness it and I've done so fucking good at just … getting on with things and not letting anyone see it or letting it get in the way of my job—"
"Olivia," Fin interrupted her, "you're human," he told her gently. "If it gets in the way of your job sometimes, so what? We are all here for you and I hate to say this but if Trevor has been there in the times where you're not coping, then he probably has greater authority to tell you when enough is enough."
"Authority?" she questioned, cocking her head.
"Well," he sighed, "maybe authority is the wrong word, I just mean to say that he can speak to what kind of pain you're in if he has witnessed it first hand. As your friend I am here to tell you that sometimes you need to let your man be your man and stop trying to apologize for something that you did not have control over…"
"Okay…" she agreed, "thanks Fin, sometimes I don't know if I'm being neurotic and annoying or if I'm being unfair – relationships are hard," she gave a sarcastic laugh, "for the lack of experience I've had at least."
Fin smiled, "If I can give you one piece of advice it will be this; don't accept less than you deserve. I want to see you happy Liv. People will try to tell you that relationships are hard, but they're not. Pheebs and I, it's give and take. You need to listen, he needs to listen and you need to be honest with your feelings. Ain't nothing more frustrating than someone who refuses to say when something's going on… I don't have time for that."
Olivia smiled. "You must hate me then."
"No, you have your reasons, boss, but at times I wish you could feel more comfortable to share it when you need a friend, but I get it…"
She nodded. "I think I'm getting better at it, time will tell. It's still early days."
He chuckled. "But he's your heart; that's some cute shit, by the way…" he said, getting up from his chair.
"Fuck off, Fin," Olivia laughed knowing that he had been waiting for just the right moment to throw that at her.
He turned back, "this explains to me why Elliot was being such an asshole to Trevor…"
"Wait, when did you see Trevor?" he wondered.
"OC turned up to the body and we went back to the station and Trevor was there. Elliot mentioned you won't speak to him… he and Trevor went at it… talk to your man about it. I did wonder why he was there, your man got a new job, good for him, makes sense."
Olivia sighed. "They're going to kill one another, aren't they?" she asked.
Fin laughed. "I told Elliot he needs to back off… you aren't gonna talk to him?"
"I'm sure I will eventually, but every time I've tried he just… says something to make me lose my fucking mind. We had a screaming match a week and a half ago—I dunno if I'll ever get over what he did to me and everyone else here, Fin and I have too much shit going on to worry about it right now."
"That's fair."
"Remember, I did clock him for turning up at my apartment and insulting Trevor while we had Noah with us."
Fin laughed and a grin spreading across his face. "You must have been so mad…"
"I hate myself for it, but it felt good."
Fin laughed. "Girl, you're crazy…" he laughed. "This is the Olivia we all deserve," he winked. "Can't say he didn't deserve it."
"You deserve one too, for not telling me, you know…" she added, half-joking.
"Oh," he looked at his watch, "shit, that's the time? I gotta write a report…" he joked, making a quick exit. "You better take that extra week leave too, Liv," he called over his shoulder.
She laughed to herself. She picked up her phone and texted Trevor one last time.
"Forgot to ask why your day was so shitty, I'm sorry for being so stubborn. I've closed the case files. Fin and I had a talk too, he said you may have a point… I need to stop my bullshit habit of not listening to those who care. So, I'm listening. The case file is closed and I won't open it again. Xo."
The response was quick.
"I'm glad to hear that, I'll tell you about my day when I see you. Wish this day would move faster…"
Trevor picked up the mess in the living room while he waited for Olivia to arrive. It was pretty clear that cyclone Eloise had hit. He started feeling comfortable enough with her to not have to worry about having a home where nothing was out of place.
He was dressed in a navy blue suit with a white collared shirt. He loved how confident he felt in his clothes. Even if he was having a hard time, he knew it presented like he had his shit together, and sometimes it was just enough to make him believe in his own hype.
He had been struggling since seeing the photos of the case; since reading the reports. He didn't really know much about what Lewis had done to Olivia, but she had expressed that it caused her PTSD flashbacks. He hoped that what had happened to the woman who had very quickly become everything to him never had to endure what the victims of Sanchez had.
Disrupting his thoughts was the sound of his door bell.
He made his way to the entryway and opened it up. He grinned at Olivia; she wore a beautiful red dress that showed off her arms and hugged her upper half with the skirt fanning out just below her knees.
"Wow!" He exclaimed, "you look stunning," he greeted her as she pushed her sunglasses upon her dark tresses. She smiled at him. "Hello!" he leaned forward and kissed her lips and ushered her inside.
"Hi," she smiled bashfully. "I'm so glad you are wearing a suit. I thought I'd overdressed."
"You're definitely not…" he took two bags from her that she was holding. "Here let me take that…"
He set the bags down in the living area. "Sorry about the mess," he apologized nodding to the children's toys.
"Don't be stupid…" she replied.
"Come on, come in to the kitchen, I have a chilled bottle of red."
"Ugh… music to my ears…" she followed him, ignoring the nervous energy in the air.
He had already started on a glass, she noticed. He poured one for her and handed it to her. "To us," he smiled, picking up his own.
"To us…" she took a sip and let it mellow upon her tongue. She glanced at him and watched him take a mouthful before setting the glass down.
"You look so beautiful…" he remarked, taking a step closer slipping his hands over her waist. "And I missed you so much…"
"Thank you," she smiled and set her glass down too. She reciprocated his embrace, resting her hands on his hips, looking up at him towering over her even in her heels. "I missed you too," she added.
"I love this red lipstick…" he remarked. "I'm a little scared to kiss your lips."
She chuckled. "it doesn't come off, its smear-safe, I promise."
"Well, I better just kiss you then…" he smiled. He leaned over her and pressed his lips against hers, tasting her tongue. He pulled away. Olivia couldn't help but to chuckle to herself.
"What?" he asked.
She reached up, swiping her thumb against his red, stained lips. "I may have fibbed about my lipstick," she giggled.
His eyes widened in shock. "Liv!" he couldn't help but to laugh too, she just looked so fucking adorable, he thought, with her big, wide smile, dazzling him every time. "You better make sure it doesn't stain my mouth…"
She chuckled, wiping it again. "I'm sorry, but I really needed a kiss…" she admitted.
He leaned in to her and planted a single kiss on her cheek, then her jaw and as she lifted her head, he planted a kiss on her neck. "You look so sexy in that red dress," he spoke his words against her ear.
She cocked her head to the side and let her eyes fall shut. His hands slid down to her ass. He gave her a squeeze, feeling her backside tense briefly. He kissed his way down her neck again as he hoisted her up on the kitchen counter, almost knocking over a glass.
"Shit…" he cursed with a laugh.
Olivia laughed too. "What are you doing…"
"Bringing you to my height so I don't strain my neck…" he joked, kissing her again, avoiding her lips.
"Stop…" she pushed him away slightly, "kiss my mouth…" she commanded him with a little smile.
He stared at her cherry-red lips and sighed, "fuck it, Olivia gets what Olivia wants…" he announced good-naturedly. He kissed her briefly and pulled away, "that better, baby?" he asked.
"Yeah…" she chuckled, "but… to use your favorite words," she teased, "make it good."
Olivia slid her hands down to his waist and hooked her fingers in to the belt loops that housed his tan belt.
Trevor kissed her again; her tongue was soft and pillow-y and at first responded a little sleepily to his. Her lips did most of the work, pressing hard against him. He loved that she allowed him to completely envelop her in his adoration and yielded to his strong embrace.
He secured her with his loving, slow and warm kiss, allowing her to feel more than just his actions – there was so much feeling in the way that he treated her physically, never just a means to an end – even when he wanted a means to an end.
He slid his hand up her back over her red dress, burying one of his hands in her nape. Olivia made a barely audible whimpering sound against his mouth that allowed him to know that she was enjoying him.
He slowly closed his lips, ending the kiss. He drew away, almost teasing, grazing a hand up along her knee and beneath the hem of her dress. He felt her back arch in to him. She leaned forward, catching his mouth against hers again, not wanting it to stop.
Her fingers moved from his belt loops to the front of his jeans and suddenly he realized that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The kiss broke in to a series of light and feathery ones as he felt her hands undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. She let her mouth trail down his jaw and down his neck, not giving a shit that he had smudges of red all down his skin.
"Fuck…" he muttered, feeling her hand covering the growing bulge in his pants. He pulled her urgently to the edge of the kitchen counter and slid his hand under her backside, reaching up for the elastic of her underwear. They felt soft and lacy and he wanted them gone. He snatched them from beneath her, pulling them over her knees and letting them fall almost at the same time his own pants did.
He felt her hand curling around his shaft, exploring him and taking no time to bring him to a full erection.
His hands fell over the contours of her body, paying extra attention to her breasts. He grabbed her calves and pulled her as close to the edge of the counter as she could go without falling off.
He covered her mouth with his, plunging his tongue in to her mouth, feeling hers swirl around him as their kisses became wet and messy and full of passion and urgency as though they couldn't get enough of one another. She felt his fingers inside of her readying her for him. She groaned loudly, grabbing his ass, pulling him closer.
"Fuck me…" she blurted out, breaking the kiss. "I can't wait…"
"Yeah?" he confirmed.
She nodded. She ached for him, wanting to feel him inside of her. She felt him push her hand away as he circled an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.
Olivia let out a hiss of pleasure as he slid his hard cock inside of her, pushing her in to the edge of the counter top, taking most of her weight. She wrapped her legs around him.
She felt his body crushing in to hers as he thrust in to her, slamming his hips against hers. "Is that okay? Not too much?" he quickly checked, feeling her tense slightly, worried that he had hurt her.
"It's fine," she managed to pant out. "Don't worry about me…"
It was a pain that was pleasurable, good, relieving, in a way that Olivia could never bother herself to describe. She knew that there was no way that either of them would last very long but she didn't care, it was the type of relief she'd been after all day.
She felt his hands grip in to the flesh of her backside, pushing her backside in to him each time he plunged inside of her. Olivia clawed at his skin as if trying to get more of him.
"Sorry baby," he apologized, she tried to figure what for but she felt his body tense as an erection rippled through him and she felt the warm liquid filling her up. She cursed in the back of her mind for forgetting protection, but she pushed it to the back of her thoughts.
"Its okay," she replied. It was okay, it was enough to having him inside of her, to feel him come, to know that they had the whole night to finish things off.
She gripped his shoulders, trying to calm down from the feeling of him hitting deep within her.
"Sorry," he said again, "come here-"
"Trev, its okay," she told him breathlessly, "we have the night, its fine—I just wanted you."
He kissed her gently before she let go of his thighs. "It's all I've been thinking about since you sent me your damn messages… who do you think you are sending me suggestive messages before I've had a proper coffee?" she was smiling, looking beautiful, he thought.
"I feel so bad that I didn't make you come too," he murmured, genuinely looking disappointed, smoothing the hair that framed her face.
She kissed him, "Trevor, it's okay… we're probably going to run late for our reservation anyway."
He chuckled, the thought amusing him. "Its okay, I'll call on the way and say the traffic is bad," he replied. "Anyway, I promise you that I'll make up for it later, it'll be all about my Olivia…"
She couldn't help but to grin at him. He rested his large, soft hand at the base of her neck, kissing her long and slow, tasting her tongue and letting out a sigh of contentment.
"Lemme go to the bathroom and clean up…" she said, feeling a little weird and uncomfortable.
He smiled, holding her gaze for a moment. "Okay…" he murmured, barely able to peel his eyes away from her.
"You should clean up too," she grinned.
"Why?" he asked, thinking she was referring to anything they'd left behind.
"Because you have lipstick all over your face and your neck…" she laughed lightly. "It's genuinely everywhere."
He started to laugh. "Shit, doesn't red stain?" he asked.
She let out a peel of laughter, "Yes my heart," she replied and despite her big, happy, playful smile, the pet name came out of her mouth with such joy that it reached his own heart and warmed him through.
"Mmm I love you," he blurted out, kissing her quickly so she couldn't respond or freak out – but she didn't. When he pulled away he stepped aside, allowing her the room to go to the bathroom. "Let me know when I can come in…"
"So, Japanese Sling for you Ma'am, and you sir?" the waiter asked, turning his attention to Trevor.
"I'll just have a whisky on the rocks with a splash of soda, please," he replied, dragging his eyes away from Olivia briefly. He was distracted by the intensity of what was going on between them.
He couldn't place it, but he felt as though something had changed – that she had finally taken her hand off the brake, that she was truly trusting him and was giving in to her feelings.
"So you bring me to a cocktail bar immediately after dinner, are you trying to get me drunk early?" she asked, loving the electricity she felt. He sat close to her, paying no mind to the convention of sitting across from her.
"No, I just thought it'd be nice to stay out a little longer and … we can still get home at a reasonable enough hour to enjoy some .. you know, time."
Olivia grinned at him. He reached for her hand across the table and laced his fingers through hers.
"Well, this is really nice, thank you," she replied. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach, she knew what the feeling was, she had tried to avoid it the last few times they had seen one another, but it was unmistakable.
She hated to be away from him, she pined for him. She wanted to go to bed and wake up every night with him, she wanted to jump in head first, she didn't even care about her own heart anymore. She knew it was dangerous territory, but she had already talked herself up on to the ledge, she wasn't about to talk herself back down.
Melinda had pointed out that she may very well have the potential to get her heart monumentally broken – but she would get over it just like every other time before. On the other hand, Trevor had the potential to be her forever.
Forever…. The word made her woozy but when she looked in to his beautiful, big green eyes that seemed to turn colors depending on the day, she was able to relax and find comfort there.
"You're very welcome baby."
She tried to hide her smile – she never enjoyed being called pet names, but somehow it was all very sexy coming from his lips with his deep tone and his very articulate way of speaking.
He leaned in for a soft, lingering kiss.
"I got you something today…" he began.
"What?" she asked confused, "what do you mean?"
"I was getting some lunch and I saw something and I thought, 'this would be perfect for Liv…'" he smiled.
He couldn't help but to chuckle at her half-confused, half-surprised expression. He reached in to his jacket pocket and pulled out a small little box.
"Trevor—" she began, almost as though she was going to protest.
"Liv, stop," he held up a hand, halting the words before they spilled out of her mouth. "One thing you need to know about me and accept is that I'm a ridiculous romantic," he felt his cheeks heat up, "and it makes me feel so good and I'd feel even better if you jumped on board with the acceptance without telling me I'm too much," he smiled.
"I just… don't know what to say about it."
"Well… here…" he held out the box, "I don't want you to read too much in to it. I just thought it was nice and I thought you might like it, but if you don't that's fine too," he smiled.
Olivia slowly took the box from him and pulled at the thread of the ribbon slowly. She felt some reservation about what could possibly be inside. It was a long oblong box. She thought it was a pen but as she dubiously began to lift the lid, she felt her breath catch.
"Liv, it's not a bomb," he teased sensing her slight discomfort.
She saw the gold glisten as she lifted the lid. Her mouth dropped open as she looked up at him. "Trevor…" she murmured. "This is too much…"
He smiled and put an arm around her and kissed her temple. "I disagree, do you like it?"
The bracelet had the smallest little stones – she wasn't sure whether or not they were diamonds or otherwise. It was beautiful, she loved it. She decided to put her reservations to rest and to take it for what it was – a generous gesture of his affection.
"I love it…" she told him, "I don't know how to aptly say thank you cos I feel like the words aren't enough."
Trevor grinned, happy that she didn't argue with him. He wasn't about to tell her, but it wasn't a cheap gift and he didn't really care. "Your reaction is enough; would you like to wear it or…?" That was the real truth, he thought, if she put it on it meant that she really did love it.
"Of course," she replied.
He took it out of the box as she laid her wrist out in front of him. He unclasped the parrot clip and carefully affixed it together. "I am hopeless with these tiny things…" he muttered, concentrating. It took him a few goes but once it was secured, he caressed it against her skin and smiled glancing at her. "I'm glad you like it."
"This is really special to me, Trevor, I hope you know that," she remarked. "Thank you," she kissed him.
Their drinks arrived and Olivia picked hers up and took a big gulp. Trevor noticed she got through her first drink very quickly when they went out, he figured it was to help with her nerves.
Trevor watched as she focus on her bracelet, spinning it around fondly on her arm. She finally looked up at him, grinning. He scooted his chair closer to her and took a sip of his whisky. "C'mon," he said, sliding the empty box back in his pocket. "Come and get closer to me…"
She smiled, responding well to his romancing. She scooted closer too, letting him put an arm around her. Olivia turned her body toward him. She looked in to his eyes and he could tell that he had her full, undivided attention. He could always tell when he was the only thing on her mind.
It was flattery in its finest form.
"Are you having a good time?" he asked.
She nodded taking another slip of her cocktail. "I love hanging out with you – and when its just us, it feels extra special," she admitted. Trevor absently stroked her shoulder, slipping his fingers just under the short sleeve of her red dress. Her skin was warm from the alcohol with dinner.
He reached up and began to stroke her hair with his arm that was resting around her. He couldn't keep his hands to himself.
She had replaced her lipstick with a nice gloss and despite how nice the red looked on her, he appreciated being able to kiss her without fear of the smear.
"You look so hot tonight," she informed him, reaching up to stroke the makings of Trevor's beard. It felt nice. "Well, you're always hot," she added, "but I love it when you wear those particular glasses," she was referring to his clear frames. She gave a chuckle in spite of herself.
Trevor laughed too, "You look hot too," he replied, "you a bit drunk, baby?"
"No," she shook her head, "I do feel very comfortable and warm though… do you think we could maybe walk back to your townhouse after we're done here?"
"Sure…" Trevor nodded. "When do you want to go?" he asked, "now?"
"No, just… after our drinks."
She was almost through hers. Trevor took a hard mouthful of his, crunching some ice between his teeth. "What about a bit of sugar first?" he winked, cheesily. He pouted his lips.
Olivia smiled, pouting her lips as well as she drew closer and kissed him softly. She let the rest of the bar fade away. Trevor felt the tip of her tongue touching his own, sparking him alight downstairs. He had really missed her over the few days they hadn't seen one another.
He brushed his fingers through her hair as they kissed, not giving a shit if anyone was staring.
He broke away briefly, but Olivia hungrily recaptured it, letting it linger. They avoided getting in to a heavy-make out session but the soft slow kisses were sensual enough for others to find discomfort in.
Olivia could barely belief herself – it was certainly not the way she ever acted in public, but she couldn't help herself and she couldn't keep her eyes or hands away from Trevor Langan.
Trevor heard someone clear their throat. He decided to ignore it. He glanced at Olivia and smiled as she slowly pulled away. She either hadn't heard or hadn't noticed or just didn't care about the person trying to get their attention.
She closed her eyes and went for another kiss. Trevor obliged her.
Someone else cleared their throat again, louder this time and Olivia broke away. She glanced up – the spell broken. She was met with a disapproving look from a patron and tried not to laugh.
"Better go…" she whispered to Trevor. "I think we're disgusting people."
They broke their embrace and he realized how much he just wanted to get her home – he didn't care if they had sex or not, he just wanted to be in private – comfortable and in their own little bubble.
"Okay, chug, let's go," he smiled, watching her finish off her cocktail as he slammed down the rest of his whisky.