Olivia was shocked when she saw that their new ADA was Trevor Langan her ex who she still loves and is still in love with but dumped when Elliot her work partner told her that he saw Trevor kissing another woman. All the time they are in a meeting that she had to leave her date for so now in the squad room Trevor keeps looking at her while Olivia watches him as Elliot watches the both of them thinking she won't go back to him not after what i told her even though I lied and made the whole thing up to split her up with the bastard attorney".

After the meeting has finished as Olivia walks in to the lift Trevor quickly walks in as well and as soon as the door shuts there's nowhere to run. Olivia fold her arms, trying to ignore Trevor as she watches the lights move along the bar on the side of the door.

How long is this elevator going to take? It's already been years, Olivia can already feel Trevor's eyes on her before he pretends to be looking away. What could Trevor be looking at that he hasn't seen before?

Watching the lights drag uncomfortably from two to three, Olivia heas rustling as Trevor loosens his tie. Trevor's eyes are on Olivis again. Even without her glancing secretively over to him, she can feel his gaze run up her leg.

"What are you looking at?" Olivia asks him softly. She means the words to sting, to hide her nervousness. Looking away, Trevor just shrugs and feigns interest in the wall and the metal seam of the elevator door that's locked them in together. She never thought that they would be together again.

Olivia taps her fingers against her arm as she can't make the elevator go any faster. In fact the light seems to have stopped between four and five. That's just my imagination, isn't it? She thinks to herself.

The sickening thud of the elevator as it halts with a jolt is real. Olivia nearly drop her bag in surprise, and even Trevor's knocked out of his daydream. He reaches for her shoulder, the soft light in his brown eyes reminds Olivis of when he was her's.

"Are you all right?" Trevor asks chivalrously, but Olivia step away from his hand.

Refusing to let Trevor touch her as she reminds him of the boundary between them. "I'm fine. What do you think just happened?" She says.

"I don't know." Trevor picks up the emergency phone and waits impatiently for the operator. "Damn thing isn't working. It'll probably start back up again soon."

Please God let it start up again. "It probably will." Olivia echos his supposition without hearing her own words.

They continue to avoid each other's eyes.

The black straps of Olivia's heels caress her ankles in a way Trevor would give his own feet to do. As she shifts away from him, the slit in her long black skirt gives him a view of her legs that makes his mouth go dry. The curve of her calf muscle has the kind of fullness that Trevor wants to sink his teeth into, like ripe melon. Her knee is smooth for one blissful second, his eyes catch the lace edge at the top of her stockings.

The lace haunts him, teasing him with visions of sliding the stockings down, over her knee and off her perfect ankles. Trevor undoes the top button of his shirt, sweltering in his suit jacket. The air conditioner must be broken, but her hair is elegantly up on the back of her head and there isn't a trace of sweat on her neck. He closes his eyes, picturing her black skirt on the floor at her feet as she steps out of it. Perfect in her nudity. When did he forget she was a goddess?

Trevor doesn't even notice the way his hands are reaching for her. The way his moved to be closer to her. The scent of her perfume fills the elevator, reminding him of lying in bed with her. Lying over her, that scent in his nose, her sweat on his lips.

His hand's on her shoulder. From the way she looks at it, Trevor can tell she's as surprised by it as he is, but she doesn't move away. Those eyes glisten beneath her eyelashes as she turns her glance from Trevor's hand touch to his face.

Meeting her eyes sends an jolt of heat through his body that makes his jacket feel like an oven. Trevor's not even thinking, unaware of his own actions as he back her to the wall.

One of Olivia's breasts brushes against his chest and all of his senses coalesce into that touch. That precious contact. Her sigh, the breath escaping her lips is everything that he wants.

Trevor shouldn't be able to do this to her. There's too much unsaid between them. They should be incapable of intimacy, of this kind of maddening closeness. Trevor's arms trap her against the wall, but she can see escape in his hungry eyes.

The her phone keeps ringing. "I have to get it." She tries to explain weakly..

Olivia, you can't do this. You can't let him in again. You can't hurt like that.

Olivia answers the phome as she is kneeling on the floor of the elevator.

"Stay away from my him Olivia now!" Elliot screams into her ear. She don't have time to think about how he knew she was in here with Trevor. How he knew Trevor wanted her? Olivia starts to stammer a reply, but Trevor pulls her to her feet.

Snatching the phone from her hand, Trevor smashes it against the wall of the elevator. Trevor's sudden violence surprises her and makes her jump back from him as the plastic falls to the bottom of the elevator clattering against the walls.

"I'll replace it." Trevor says but he doesn't ask who it was even he doesn't care. He takes a step forward. Closing the distance between them so she can feel his belt buckle against her stomach. Olivia could throw her arms around his neck, bruise his lips with the ferocity of her wanting but she doesn't

She listens to the roaring of blood in her ears, somehow his voice cuts through the cacophony. "If you say no-"

Trevor's's hand finds my side, a firebrand through my black beaded dress. "I'll stop. If you can look at me and tell me you don't want me."

Olivia's foot slips of its own according, lodging between his feet. Bringing her that much closer. Near enough to feel his body press against her's. Insistent, but controlled.

"I never stopped wanting you." The words are out before she can censor them. Her foot caresses the inside of his ankle and it's his turn to sigh. Trevor hasn't stripped her with his eyes in over a year, but the look on his face is as familiar as the sensation of his hands against my skin.

Phantom fingers trace up her spine as his eyes feast on her neck. She is completely naked to his stare. "What made you think we ever stopped? That we ever could."

Trevor's's not touching her yet. In a moment she will be begging him to. Olivia can already feel the tension in her stomach. The rising heat Trevor brings with each passing moment. "I left. I walked away." It's a pathetic reply and he burns it away as his knee teases her inner thigh.

His hand follows suit, rustling the fabric of her skirt as he squeezes the flesh of her thigh. "But we didn't stop wanting. That fire Liv-"

She swallows her gasp of pleasure. Another moment of contact brings another moan from the back of her throat.

Trevor's's hands dig into Olivia's hips, shoving her back against the wall. "What do we have left to lose?"

Wanting him hurts, a physical pain that begs to be soothed, but still she attempts vainly to resist. "Everything."

Trevor turns his attention to her back, he can feel the delicate zipper of her dress. His fingers dance over it, taunting him with how easy it would be to have her the way he see her in his mind. "What do you have now that compares to us? Tell me you're happy with him. Tell me he's all you want." Trevor lets his lips lick the skin of her neck just beneath her ear. His tongue darts out to find the softness of her neck. "Tell me he makes you feel the way I did."

Her breath shudders in her chest. There's an agony between where we are and fulfillment. A lifetime's pain.

Trevor kisses her neck, moving lazily to her face as her hand finds the back of his neck. "If he doesn't inspire emotion. What do you feel?"

Olivia forces herself into his arms, pulling them both off balance, so they tumble back to the wall. She wraps a leg around his legs, pinning him to her. "No more." She hisses into Trevor's mouth, filling the space after her words with a searching tongue. They explore old ground, lips locking together like a puzzle finally placing its missing piece.

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