To think this little idea started because of a work out video that was posted. Thanks to Nikki Olive for joining in on the fun with this idea. TBC…maybe?

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She hasn't run in ages. Doesn't have the time or the knees anymore, but she needs to let out this staggering energy that's been building for weeks, maybe months. The tension overflowing from her mind has now settled in deep knots in her lower back and has spread across her shoulder blades.

It's so much for one year.

The pandemic, her brother's death, Elliot's return that has also brought different variations of death and mourning in the middle of huge career setbacks, and all of this not much longer after Tucker had taken his own life. One thing spirals into the other and there is no time or tears to spare in between. It just moves on from one explosion to the next as she picks up the pieces and runs to the next obstacle.

She has her son and he's the silver lining, the sunshine, and the foundation of goodness that keeps her from slipping completely under. She can't be jaded with him even when she can't help but be filled with so much worry and negativity all from her job, her past lives, and the scars she has no plans on burdening her son with knowing. He keeps her afloat and is the reason why she had to protect herself from Elliot this time around. She can't afford to get lost in him anymore but it's damn near impossible.

He's told her he loves her now and seems to have no real idea of what boundaries are between them. They flirt now and while it's her that is putting the breaks on it all, she would be lying to say she wasn't excited by him. That his reappearance in her life has shaken her but also caused her to become enamored with the idea of what they mean to each other. It's all a lot to think about on top of everything else going on, so one Sunday morning while she has free time she decides to use the precincts brand new renovated state-of-the-art gym. It's early enough, 5:30 am, and there shouldn't be anyone else here at this time. It's way too early for anyone with a life or common sense to be up, let alone at the gym at work.

She loves this time of morning before the day has officially started, to get a start before everyone else is up and about.

She drops her bag off in the lockers and puts in her earbuds before going to her phone to put music on. Her finger is still scrolling when she senses him. She pauses instantly, her eyes clamping down, stopping right there in the middle of the locker room. She can smell him before she sees him. That aftershave. It is achingly familiar and she feels her body react to him before she can even open her mouth to greet him. It isn't an overwhelming smell, but it's settled all around her, in her nostrils and she knows that for it to be this prominent, he must have just showered. When her eyes open, he's standing there in front of her.

"Captain... what are you doing here?" He smirks, looking pleased and surprised to see her.

She looks around them, her eyes shifting over each abandoned piece of equipment behind him. The gym is as dead as she had hoped it would be, aside from him and his uncharacteristic smile blaring at her.

"Uh, just wanted to get a run in," she answers. "You good? What are you doing here," she asks before grabbing a towel off the rack on the wall.

"We don't have a gym, or one like this over at our precinct, not like this. I've worked out here before... I didn't think it'd be a problem."

"It's not. Just surprised to see you. That's all."

"This place is like home. Albeit better than I remember," he cracks with a smile.

She nods politely but also considers leaving. The last thing she wants to do is work out alongside Elliot. She wants to put on a shitty 90s playlist and just run. She knows that isn't going to happen as easily with Elliot here.

"Well, I'm going to head in now," she says as she exits the locker room. It's not that she doesn't want to be around him, she actually does, but not now. Not when she's going to be sweaty and a bit self-conscious, and laying on the floor in front of him. Her sneakers touch the stack of mats that are neatly situated in the corner of the gym and as she stretches one over the floor, he clears his throat behind her.

She lifts her eyes to the mirror in front of her and he's standing there with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his grey track pants. Things have been better with them, easier as time passes. Now it's just a smidge awkward because he always looks like he has something to say, but he never quite gets it all out.

"Well, uh, I was going to finish up my stretching. What are you working on?" he asks casually, while he takes in her plain grey zip-up hoodie with a long black tee peeking out overtop of her skin tight leggings.

"My sanity?" She half jokes. She's a little shocked that he's followed her since he's already showered and looked like he was heading out. It seems to have all gone out of the window and he stands there with her. Maybe he doesn't want to wrap his work out just yet.

"That's important, too," he says quietly not picking up on her joke, or perhaps choosing not to play into it. "If you want any help or someone to spot you..." He doesn't even technically need to be here but wants to be. He notices the delay in her response immediately and he decides to try a different route. "What are your fitness goals?"

She lifts her eyes to his and she answers as honestly as she can. "To feel good," Olivia mumbles. It's true. She just needs a bit of relief, needs to rid herself of the tension everywhere in her body. "To look good, too," she adds with a smile.

She's in skin tight leggings that hit mid-calf and a tight sports bra thats main objective was probably to support and he sure it does support her, but it also leaves her breasts completely pushed up and in plain view. It doesn't help that the loose t-shirt she has on overtop looks three sizes too big. Her hair is up in a sloppy ponytail and she doesn't have any makeup on other than lipgloss.

"I don't think you have to work on that at all..." he says and it occurs instantly that he's flirting with her. She knows him so well and she's seen him do it with female suspects. The smile he uses, the tone he takes on.

To add to it, he lightly grips the side of her hip when he scoots past her to grab his own mat. She knows his touch is deliberate because it hadn't been necessary. Her hips have been an area she felt insecure about from time to time, but not now. He's touched her there and the idea that he's attracted to the spread of her hips is exciting.

She grabs her ankle in her hand, bending her leg at the knee behind her, stretching for a count as he spreads his mat out next to hers. "So, what do you usually do at the gym?" Elliot asks as she switches her legs.

"Just some running, some weights? Yoga?" It's been a while. She usually just runs after Noah or plays kick baseball on the weekends with him. She'd had a trainer pre-covid, but she hadn't seen him in over a year.

"Are you stretching often?"

Her arms are folded behind her head, stretching out her triceps. "Huh?"

"Before working out? Do you stretch often? You seem... tense. Stiff."

She turns to look at herself in the mirror and she doesn't quite see the stiffness he sees, but she does feel it. "Sometimes. Not all the time, and how?"

"You hold your lower back funny and I can see it... Is it sore?"

She blinks at him and she nods. How would he know that? Has he been watching her?

"Turn around..." he instructs and she does as she's told. She closes her eyes when his hand makes a fist and lightly pushes against her lower back in the exact spot she'd been feeling radiating pain. "Right there?"

"God, yes," she moans. The pressure feels good but it doesn't last. When his fist lifts, the relief goes away immediately and the pain returns. She almost asks him to come back, to keep going. Don't stop is right on the tip of her tongue.

"I can feel the knot..." He rubs his hands lightly over her lower back, around her sides and he squeezes at her hips. She winces. She is so tense all over and he is zoning in on all those areas like he knows her body.

"I've got to stretch you out..." he blurts and she feels him pause like he's just realized what he's said to her. "I mean we can do some stretching on the mats and..." He's blushing. She knows because she can hear it in his voice. Though she still has her back to him, it makes her smile. She turns finally to look at him with both of her brows raised and she looks amused as hell at his embarrassment.

"Would you... like me to lay down first?" her voice inflects at the end of her sentence and she's flirting with him right back. He rarely ever hears her make a dirty joke, and it's been some time since she's openly flirted with him, so he feels the heat in his ears, and his dick twitches in his track pants.

He isn't ever one to shy away from a challenge so he keeps his eyes on her when he responds. "On your back..." he says playing along with a wink. And just to add to his already suggestive remark, he drops his voice and he says, "I'll get on top."

It's her turn to blush now.

Olivia turns and crouches down, landing on her knees in front of him. It's a precarious position to be in, fun almost. She looks up at him through her lashes and she wonders if his mind is as filthy as hers. It's been too long since she's knelt before a man, so her mind goes right to that place. Most people wouldn't see it as such, but it is a position of power.

At least for her, it is.

She shakes the thought of pleasuring him right there, and she lies down flat on her back. She watches him closely as he drops to his knees at her feet. He grabs her ankle and pushes her leg up and over, bringing it across her body. The more he stretches her, the closer he gets. The blush in her cheeks deepens because though they're clothed and this could be deemed innocent, she is acutely aware that her ass is inches away from the front of his pants. Her leg is bent at the knee, and his hand glides up her calf and cuffs right under her thigh, stretching her hip, her lower back, and her hamstrings. He does this for a count before rotating legs. "Tell me if it hurts," he mumbles, stretching her left leg in the same fashion. He pushes it toward her right shoulder and she gasps at the pull in her hip. "That hurt?"

"It's just... been a while," she answers, shutting her eyes. "I can take it though."

"I'm sure you can," he responds with a chuckle. She hears him count under his breath for the duration of the hold before he switches legs again. This time he keeps her leg straight and when he angles her foot toward her shoulder, it almost touches the floor. It's something about her right hip that's been bothering her lately so when he presses, though it feels good, she also feels a sharp pain and her hands fly to his wrists. His eyes meet hers and he smiles reassuringly. "It's okay, just a little farther...breathe through it." Olivia nods and she takes a deep breath before letting it out through her moistened lips. He switches legs one more time and with her leg stretched as far back as it will go, he stumbles slightly, and that's when she feels it.

His hard dick right against her ass.

They both flinch at the contact and he clears his throat. He is still holding her leg upward, but his eyes are scattering, the expression on his face screams fuck. "El," she mutters, her eyes searching his out.

When they connect, he blushes just slightly. "Sorry," he whispers.

"No...I uh...I'm flattered." Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips and his eyes are on her mouth now. "But I think that maybe it's time for my run."

—

She half expects him to leave but she sees him smirking in the mirror behind her as she walks to the treadmill. "You're coming?"

"Do you mind?"

"I thought you already worked out."

"I didn't do cardio. I uh, got lazy. This is a sign that I need to."

"Sure you can keep up?" She jokes with him knowing he must live in the gym. They both climb onto treadmills that are situated right next to each other. She starts off with a slightly inclined walk, a warm up. Next to her, he quickly builds to a light jog. Her eyes are on him, how light he is on his feet, how he makes it look effortless.

"I thought you wanted to run," he barks out through his intakes of air. "Run!"

There's nothing in the world like trying to run self-consciously. Add knowing that you're being watched on top of it and Olivia blows out an annoyed breath. Here goes nothing. She increases her speed and she begins jogging. She feels uncoordinated but she doesn't show him that. They used to do this all the time, run together and challenge each other. She knows what it's like to work out alongside him. He's competitive and she already knows that she doesn't have the stamina to keep up with him.

She feels her mind drift as she begins to think of his stamina in other arenas. He's fit, maybe even more in shape than she remembers him being ten years ago, so she knows he must excel in the bedroom. It isn't even all that hard to imagine, especially since he's just spent ten minutes hovering over her, stretching her legs. And she'd felt him. How solid he was and Jesus, it was all for her.

If she got him that hard fully dressed, she began to wonder what she'd be able to do to him completely nude. God. Him completely nude. The thought is overwhelming and it screws with her calculated breathing and she finds herself decreasing the speed of the treadmill, slowing her back down to a walk.

"That wasn't even a mile," he tells her and when she looks over, she sees light sweat trailing from his hairline onto his forehead. She grunts in response, still trying to catch her breath. She uses her towel to wipe her own sweat that's already dripping down her cheeks, down her neck and into her cleavage. She folds the towel over the face of her treadmill and she decides she's done. Maybe running shouldn't be her workout of choice this morning.

—

She leaves him still running on the treadmill and her eyes drift over her options. Could she still squat? She decides that her legs have taken enough of a beating and she drags the weight bench over to the squat rack. She used to do this all the time... a decade ago. It couldn't be that hard, right? It's muscle memory. She adjusts the weights and just as she's going to lie down she hears him laughing behind her. She sits back up and she turns to glare at him. "What?"

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

"I think so."

"That's way too heavy, Jesus." He slows the treadmill and she watches as he picks up her abandoned towel and he dries his face with it. "Liv, I just lifted this. You only took off two weights. What are you even doing?" Her eyebrow lifts, more at his tone than his correcting her. It's not often that anyone spoke to her that way. "You shouldn't be allowed in here alone. The bar itself is 45 pounds."

"I know that."

"You think you can bench press 200 pounds, Liv?"

She laughs at herself. Maybe him being here isn't such a bad thing. She'd have killed herself.

He quickly adjusts the weights for her before he points to the bench. "On your back," he instructs. When she lies down, he is standing over her, and her eyes land directly over the bulge in his pants. Her eyes widen, and when she drags her eyes from the erection that just keeps coming back, she notices his eyes aren't even on her face. He hadn't noticed her slip, because his eyes are directly on the curve of her breasts.

He racks his brain for a moment and he tries to figure out if she's always been this busty. Two round and perfect mounds that somehow look bigger as she adjusts herself on her back. They bounce and sway with her movement and his gulp is audible.

"You know... I don't know if I should be lifting. My uh, did I tell you I hurt my arm before?" Her nerves won't allow her to do this. She won't be able to focus. All that she'll be able to think about is what he might taste like. Just like the running, this had to be clipped, too.

"Come on, Liv. You've gotta complete one workout," he teases.

"Squats. Let's do squats."

His face lights up before he agrees. "Leg day is always a good day."

—

She watches as he drags the bench away and he adjusts the height of the bar. He is all business again, his face straight, his brows furrowed as he beckons her with his hand. "Stand right here."

Olivia stands in front of him and with his hands on her hips, he pulls her backward until the tops of her shoulders touch the bar. "I know you know how to do a squat."

"I do," she says, looking straight forward, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"Alright," he says, his hands covering hers. He flicks their wrists back, unlocking the bar for her and she stands, fully holding the weight on her shoulders. He kicks at her feet, adjusting them so they're shoulder-width apart before he taps on her hip. "Go ahead."

She slowly drops down into a shallow squat before standing back up and he grunts behind her. "You can get lower than that," he tells her matter of factly.

"Not if you're going to talk to me like that."

"Like what?" His hands tighten on her hips and this time when she dips, he dips with her. "Come on, almost there," he goads.

Her eyes are on him the entire time and even if there hadn't been mirrors surrounding them, she thinks she would still feel his stare. He's not even hiding it, his eyes are on her ass, and every time she dips down in front if him, the tilt of his head falls deeper. He's thinking about having sex with her.

"I think you know exactly what you're doing," Olivia whispers, stopping abruptly. She reracks the bar before she bends her head and bows underneath it. When she turns around to look at him, he has his hands clasped in the front of his pants and she chuckles because he is so, so obvious. "Elliot," she says, lifting her eyebrow at him.

"Liv," he challenges.

"I can't work out with you. I'm going to injure myself."

"I'm trying to keep you from injuring yourself."

"Not when you have all that," her eyes dip down to his pants and then back up to his eyes, "going on."

"Sorry," he says with a nervous laugh. "You're beautiful," he blurts.

"What?"

"You know what you look like, Liv. And there's... you've... everything looks so... damn good," he stammers. "Sorry," he repeats quickly. This is forward of him and he's acutely aware of her rank and though they have a relationship outside of work, it's been years since he's been this comfortable with her. It's been years since he's alluded to how attractive she is and even then, it'd been subtle.

He watches as she considers his words and before he knows it, her hand is on the back of his neck, pulling his lips down on hers.

—

It's not like she hasn't thought about this before. What it'd be like to have his hot mouth on hers, his perfectly straight teeth biting down into her bottom lip as his hands grope at her ass. She's imagined all of this before and he exceeds what she thought it'd be. It's more passionate, more haphazard than she's expected. But she needs this. The release, the venue to expel the gnawing tension in her body.

Elliot walks her backward, maneuvers her around the machines until he has her pressed against the cool mirror. His hands are curved under her ass, pulling her against him, thrusting his hips so that his erection finally comes in full contact with her body. Her hands have his jaw clutched between them, holding him hostage, taking from his mouth, invading his mouth with her tongue. His dick is purposeful and deliberate against her belly and with her left hand, she smooths it over the front of his pants, over his erection, fighting to grip him through his pants.

"Liv, if you don't want to—"

"I want to!" she cuts him off, her hands dipping into his pants for emphasis. Her hand wraps around his dick and he groans as she begins stroking him, squeezing gently every time she gets to his tip. His knees falter, he shrinks in height, adjusting to hers, giving her the best angle. She smiles when his head falls back and his eyes rolls to the back of his head. It's the breath of air that shoots through her nose, the quiet laughter that lands on his face that snaps him out of it.

He has her wrist in his hand immediately, holding it against the mirror. "Liv," he warns.

"Is this beyond your scope? Public sex? Tell me now."

"Beyond my scope," he repeats with a chuckle. "We're out in the open," he reminds her.

"So make it quick," she mumbles, her eyes deadly serious. "I don't think I'll have a problem getting you there—"

Elliot chuckles. "I don't think you will either."

"Oh. It's you. You don't think you can get me there. Got it."

His free hand tugs her tight leggings down in the front, his hand slipping into her black briefs, his fingers expertly search out her arousal. "God damn it, Liv." He slips one finger inside of her and she gasps, her back sliding up higher on the mirror. She moans softly as his fingers slowly get a feel for her, sliding in and out of her. Her free hand grips at his wrist and it's his turn to laugh. "Are you running away from me?"

"I'm trying to speed you up," she corrects, a wild smile flitting across her face. "Faster!" He pumps his wrist into her faster, earnestly, diligently. His eyes stay on her and it's the best show he's ever seen, watching the pleasure contort her beautiful face. He wets his lips when her brown eyes fly open, searching for his and he knows, by the way she tightens around his knuckles that he could draw an orgasm out of her just like this. She's so close, the rapid batting of her eyelashes, her husky voice that is somehow fighting its way out of her throat but not forming words, he almost wants to announce it for her. You're about to come. When she begins nodding profusely, when the words read on her face that she's coming, he pulls his fingers away. He falls into a crouch, pulling her leggings down her legs, helping her out of one sneaker, freeing one leg before standing to his feet.

His track pants are pooled around his knees in an instant and he lifts her thigh, curving her leg around his hips. He holds himself right against her, their hot skin searing at each other. He'd just have to sink forward and he thinks he could slide right into her, that's how wet she is for him, but he thinks better of it. He drops down again. He needs to taste her, he needs to eat her out just in case this isn't a regular occurrence for them. In case she decides to make this a first and last time, he can't live with himself not knowing the taste of her pussy.

So he shoves his face in between her shaky sweaty, thick thighs.

She's so shocked and wants to grab him by his face and lift him up—this is so, so personal. She can count the number of men she's let do this to her. It's too much for the first time, too soon. She goes to grab hair that he no longer has and ends up clawing at his head. Before she knows it, her body betrays the initial hesitation and instead of pushing him away, she pulls him closer, her hips undulating in mid air and riding his face. His tongue is inside of her now, tasting the depths of her, lapping at her arousal. It's all for him and she wants to tell him that, tell him that this is what she's always wanted, but her mind is too busy being gone. It's all sensation and friction and she almost can't comprehend this. She reaches for him, grabbing a handful of his shirt, pulling him up toward her. "Now fuck me," she pants before chasing his mouth with hers.

She holds on to his shoulders as he lifts her up, both of her legs wrapping around his waist. She smiles against his lips when tries to slip inside of her and slips too far. She's so wet that he slides against her one more time before he finally finds her core. Slowly he allows her to sink down on him and when he's completely covered in her, he pauses to catch his breath, to give her a second to catch hers. "El," she moans.

It is a moment for them, this final level of complete connection. Him inside of her, reaching far, stretching her to accommodate his invasion. Her grip on him, the clench of her thighs around him. Her fingernails bite into his shoulders and her head falls back, her eyes low as she peeks at him through her lashes. "You never did follow orders."

"What?"

"I shouldn't be surprised but somehow, I still am," she whispers, tightening herself around him. "I said fuck me."

He laughs before dipping down and kissing her lips, pulling out of her before surging forward. She's wanted to tease him more but the moment he begins moving in and out of her, the facade drops. Her mouth drops open and she moans involuntarily as his tongue slides into her mouth, just as he slides effortlessly inside of her. It's a beautiful thing, being fucked relentlessly and kissed so passionately. She does her best to keep up but her teasing had spurred something in him, something she's probably always felt underneath the surface.

He reaches behind him and he unhooks her legs from around him, sliding out of her, walking her the abandoned weight bench. He kisses her lips one last time before he spins her by her hips, tipping her forward until her hands land onto the black leather.

She's asked for this. Her ass is in the air, swaying in front of him because her knees haven't quite caught up with this position. They're still reeling from being locked so tightly around his waist, they buckle for a moment until she finds her footing. When she peeks over her shoulder he's standing there, his eyes are on her, admiring her, soaking it all in.

She loves romantic sex. She loves for men to worship her body but she's so close to the complete release she needs and she knows that won't get her there. She needs more. She wants him to claim her so much so that when she's sitting at her desk tomorrow, when she walks past the gym, when she's wincing every time she stands, she wants to remember him, remember this moment.

"Are you going to look at it all day or—"

Pressing his buttons is easy. One little jab and he's overly eager trying to prove himself, trying to show her just what he is capable of. His hands grip her hips, lining her up perfectly before he pulls her backward, sliding back into her. She groans, the change is better, his dick reaches farther, his balls slap against her clit and... What. Is. This?

He feels the goosebumps over her skin and the exact moment the chill runs down her spine so he pauses his hips. "You okay?"

"Harder!" she goads. Not because he hadn't been fucking her right before, but because she needs more of it. She's just right there on the cusp and she needs the extra push.

Finally, he follows her orders and this time when his hips begin moving again, he slaps her ass, causing her to yelp. "Yes!"

"You like that?"

Olivia picks her head up and she thankful for the house of mirrors they're in because no matter the direction she looks, she sees them. She sees herself bent over, her legs spread apart, his bottom lip wedged between his teeth, the sweat dripping everywhere.

"I love that." Her voice has dropped and she almost doesn't recognize it. He grasps at her shoulders, pulling her to a standing position, wrapping his forearms across her chest as his hips continue pumping relentlessly. He buries his face into her hair, bites at her neck, licks a lazy trail to her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. "Touch me," she demands and his hands immediately slip under her shirt, grasping her breasts. She smiles when his hands find the front zipper to her bra and she moans when he finally gets it open. Her breasts fall out of her bra, so big and full that they barely fit in his hands.

"Liv," he groans. Her nipples are hard as rocks and he can't seem to wrap his head around it. They're in a gym. At work. On a Sunday.

And he is fucking the shit out of her.

Her fingers touch at her clitoris but she's already so sensitive that she barely needs to rub. Her lower body gyrates against him, arches away from him, trembling as she comes for him. The tension expels almost immediately. Is this what she's needed the whole time?

"Where do you want it?"

It's the polite thing to do. To ask, instead of just deciding, right? Before she answers he wonders what she'll say. If she'll have him come inside of her, if she'll say on her ass. Either or will make for a good target he decides.

As his hips slow, as his orgasm threatens to rip through him, she claws his hands from his breasts and she spins around and drops to her knees for him. She takes him deep into her mouth, bypassing the teasing, allowing him to hit the back of her throat. She gags slightly, just for show. Men like that, she knew, to feel bigger than they are. For her, he's perfect. He fits into her mouth, her lips tightly wrapped around him as her tongue swirls over the veins, over his throbbing tip.

"I—" his voice is hoarse and he doesn't even finish his sentence before he's shooting into her mouth and down her throat. She pulls back, her hands on his hips and she gazes up at him as he gasps for air.

A position of complete power, she thinks, licking the rest of him off her bottom lip. He reaches for her and she slips her hands into his as she stands. He kisses her mouth like he didn't just finish there, threading his fingers in her hair. "You are..." he laughs because for a man with so much shit to say, he can't even finish his sentence.

"Did you like that?" She knows that he did. She doesn't need the verbal confirmation. It's all in the way that his shoulders are slumped, in the way that his eyes are low.

She feels it, too. The euphoria that comes with a really good orgasm, plus something more. No man she's ever just fucked has kissed her like this. No man has ever touched her like this.

"I loved it," he says when he finally breaks the kiss, repeating her sentiments from moments ago. "Can we... Eli is visiting Elizabeth so... no one is home. If you'd like to—"

"You wanna get out of here?"

"You have somewhere better to be? On a Sunday? At six in the morning?"

She grins, "no. No, I do not."

—

Beep beep beep beep beep….

Just like that Olivia jolts out of her sleep to turn off the alarm on her phone. It's 6:00am on the dot. She isn't in the precinct gym. She is lying in her bed with adrenaline still surging through her spine, her body still on high alert. Her panties are drenched and she can feel that she's finished even in her sleep. It'd felt so real and the disappointment settles over her. It wasn't real but entirely fantasy.

She gets a text message and it's only been a minute since she's opened her eyes. It's him. What are the odds?

Out for jog near your house. You up? I got coffee & bagels.

She smiles to herself and can't believe the dream she had. That it was so vivid and realistic but something only her wildest fantasies in her subconscious could conjure. The idea of him inside of her is enough even without her own delicate ministrations bringing her to the edge...again. She needs to respond, needs to stop touching herself, but it'd felt so real...

I could also just give you a call later...

It's the second text message from him that prompts her to get up and head for the bathroom. On her way there, she quickly types her response: Come on up. Showering. Text when here. Noah sleeps in til noon...