Olivia had kept her promise to herself about being nicer to Elliot when she saw him. It had taken a lot of counting to three before replying and deep breathes but she had managed it. She hadn't snapped at him in three weeks and she thinks once, he might have even made her laugh but that had ended up hurting her remembering the happy times they once had so it hadn't lasted long.

It was another sunny weekend and both of the kids had gone to the mall with their friends leaving her to sunbathe in the garden alone in peace. She'd dug out a red bikini and the biggest sunhat she owed, neither of which had she put on since their summer trip to Mexico last year. She was thankful the bikini still fit her due to the amount of take outs they'd been eating since Elliot and his cooking skills had left the house seven months ago.

She was splayed out on the sun lounger turning its direction to chase the sun as it moved over her garden. Her eyes were closed and she had the sunhat right over her face so she hadn't noticed Elliot come out into the garden next door.

He of course notices her over the fence and grins at the sight. He remembers that bikini very well from their last summer together. how he'd slipped it to one side as they sat on a semi empty beach teasing his fingers inside her until she could take no more, dragged him back to their hotel room and fucked him senseless. The memory of that afternoon makes his dick twitch under his shorts so reluctantly drags his eyes away from her before he gets fully hard because he knew when it came to her it didn't take much to make him like a rock.

He'd come out to mow the lawn without realising she was out here but he wasn't complaining at the sight he got to see as he did some manual labour. He didn't have a top on knowing it was going to get too hot out there, in fact he'd barely worn one in weeks whenever he could get out there and he was getting a lovely tanned body.

The sound of the lawnmower interrupts Olivia's zen and she sighs, pulling the hat off her face and lifting it up just enough to shade her eyes from the sun as she looks over at Elliot. He isn't looking at her but he can feel her eyes on him and he holds back a smirk knowing she is admiring him just as much as he was just admiring her.

She doesn't replace the hat over her face, instead she puts her hat on her head and picks up the book and the sunglasses she had left on the floor next to her. There was no hope of relaxing but hopefully she could manage to read over the noise and if her eyes happened to stray over to Elliot topless next door well, that couldn't be helped.

Ellliot got halfway through the garden before needing to stop for a drink. It wasn't that he needed to stop, it was more that he couldn't resist walking over to the fence to talk to Liv any longer.

"Good book?" he asks as he lifts the drink up to his mouth and takes a large gulp.

Olivia places the book in her lap and looks at him over her glasses. Fuck. he thinks to himself. She knows exactly what she does to him with glasses on, he'd asked her to keep them on during sex often enough.

"It would be much better if I could read in silence"

She'd noticed the way he falters as he looks at her and she knows exactly why. It makes her feel good to know she still had the effect on him.

"Almost done"

"Mhmmm"

Elliot takes the water bottle and pours it over his head, waiting for it to pour down his body and running his hands across his chest to run the cold liquid into his burning skin and Olivia feels her mouth run dry as she watches him.

"There's a drought on you know" her tone is lower than a second ago and Elliot picks up on it.

"I won't do it again Captain"

"Good"

He winks at her before turning away to walk back to the lawnmower and she presses her legs together as she feels the ache there again. Damn him.

By the time he has finished the other half of the garden Liv has given up trying to read her book. Attempting to concentrate after seeing him like that hadn't worked, the ache between her legs had told her to go over there and touch him and she had to look away so she threw her things on the floor and turned over to bury her face into the sun lounger to tan her back.

"I hope you applied sunscreen" she hears from the other side of the fence and she groans. She knows what he's like about her burning and he never lets her forget to put it on, she always wondered if it was just an excuse to touch her up.

"Yes" she calls out, turning her head to the side but he knows she's lying but instead of calling her on it he jumps over the fence.

Olivia's head whips around at the sound of his feet hitting the floor but she doesn't tell him to go; she just buries her face back into the pillow in front of her.

"It's down the side" she tells him knowing he is looking around for the lotion.

Elliot walks around to the other side of her, picks up the lotion and takes a seat on the side of the sun lounger by Olivia's hips. He can feel the electricity between them being this close to her and he knows it isn't the sun that's making his skin feel like it's on fire and when he reaches over to undo the knot holding her bikini top together his mouth goes dry.

"Quite the different setting to Mexico. Must have been the last time you wore this right?"

It takes her a moment to realise what he's on about and she stays silent as he pours the lotion on his hand and starts massaging it into her shoulders.

The day at the beach. The day he had been doing exactly this but he hadn't stopped at applying sun lotion and his fingers had slipped inside her more than once. She'd tried to ignore him as he pushed his hand into the bikini top after and spread her arousal over her hardening nipples. He had teased her over and over, rubbing his fingers over her clit or pushing them inside her until she had given in and practically dragged him back to the hotel.

They'd barely made it to the room before he pushed her down onto the bed, she was bent over on all fours and he didn't even bother to remove the bikini bottoms she had on, he just pushed them low enough for him to bury himself inside her so they could ride out their orgasms together. The way he'd fucked her that day had stayed in her mind, how when he was done and she'd rolled over to her back and he finally removed her bottoms before dropping to his knees. He had just came inside her but there he was there using his cum as lube to finger fuck her as he sucked on her clit and it had felt so wrong but she'd loved it. She'd come again and many more times that night and she can't believe a moment like that was barely a year ago.

Now here he was again rubbing lotion over her body and her mind was reliving that moment over. She'd been so lost in the memory she hadn't noticed that he'd moved from her back down to her thighs. She didn't need help there, they both knew it but there he was creeping his hands up the back of her legs.

She wonders if he can tell what the memory had just done to her, she can feel the dampness between her legs and his thumb rubbing small circles up her thighs only made the problem worse. He carried on with the small circles until he was cupping her arse and she knew she should tell him to stop but he squeezed it and she let him because she doesn't remember the last time someone had touched her and as much as her brain told her no her mouth just wasn't working.

Elliot was feeling brave, he could hear the way her breathing had got faster and already he was straining against his shorts. His thumb was a mere few centimetres away from the entrance of her bikini, centimetres away from that pussy that he wanted to reach down and taste. He squeezes her ass again and his thumb moves closer, slowly pushing its way under the fabric so she has time to tell him no but she doesn't and then he can feel her slick folds. He licks his lips as his thumb swipes over her soaked entrance and she moans.

She couldn't help it, her legs were opening and her body arching into his touch, she wanted to feel good, wanted an orgasm from someone other than herself.

"Fuck Liv" he groans adjusting his position so he's straddling her leg, his legs spread either side and she can feel his erection press down into her thigh. That's when her eyes open and she's brought back to reality. She's in her garden, Elliot is her ex husband what is she doing?

"Stop" she tells him and he does instantly, pulling his whole body away from her and she sits up and turns around making sure to keep her hand over her chest so her breasts don't fall free where the top is undone.

"Go home Elliot" she tells him without looking up at him. What were they thinking? This wasn't how divorced people acted.

"Liv im sorry if I-"

"Just go Elliot. Please"

Elliot takes a reluctant step back feeling like a prick for leaving her upset but knowing that his presence will only make her worse. He doesn't know how that had just happened but he's glad it did because he knows now what he wants and that's his wife back and if her reaction for a moment out there was anything to go by she still wanted him.

He walks back the long way to his house, unable to jump over the fence with the hardness between his legs. By the time he's at his front door he has a smile on his face because breaking down Olivia's walls was something nobody else had ever managed and if he can do it once he can do it again.