Olivia should have known better than to wind Elliot up with Trevor. For some reason he'd always had it in for him even after she had explained how he had helped her get Noah and that they were just friends.

She'd agreed to go to another gala with him for adoption and the old jealous Elliot had reared his ugly head. They'd been sleeping together for only a few weeks and as much as they both knew deep down they didn't want to be with anyone else they hadn't spoken about their situation.

"So where is this gala?"

"The senator's house. Why?"

"I'm just making sure you'll be safe."

Olivia huffs and throws her fork down in the bowl of pasta she'd been eating from. Elliot follows suit but more calmly and they look each other in the eye.

"What is your problem?"

"Are you fucking him?"

"So what if I was?"

Elliot snorts humourlessly and she wonders why she'd asked such a silly question. Maybe she wanted clarity on what he wanted from her or maybe she was just sick of his jealousy.

"That's how you want to be?"

"I'm not being like anything Elliot but the last time I checked I was single."

"That's right you are."

They sit there in silence for a moment, stubbornness taking over them both until eventually Elliot places his hands down on the table and sighs.

"I think I'd better go. Give you an early night ready for tomorrow." He says bitterly and she smiles sarcastically.

"Good idea."

Olivia walks him out but when he turns he doesn't hug her. She wonders if he is going to say something but he just turns on his heels and walks down the corridor and she slams the door angrily after him wondering why they both still struggle so much to say what they mean.

—

As Olivia got dressed the next evening she realised the dress she had picked out for the event was no longer fitting her mood. She was still angry at Elliot and felt like dressing for revenge instead of in the unflattering Green floating dress she had picked out.

Eventually she found one more fitting. One she knew would drive Elliot crazy if he could see her in it, especially knowing she was on what he called a date with someone else. She'd remembered exactly what type of dresses got to him back in the day, when she had eventually started dressing on the off chance that she would be called into work and Elliot would see her in it.

This one she hadn't worn in a few years and she wonders if she's passed it for a moment but she knows she still looks good for her age and it's covering enough with its length even if her boobs are on show.

Trevor, ever the gentleman knocked on her door at exactly 7pm. She had offered to meet him there but he had insisted on coming to collect her like he always did. She opened the door and his eyes almost popped out of his head. She holds back a smirk as for the first time he looks over her shamelessly. It's not that she's never caught him looking before but he was normally a lot more subtle, clearly this dress made that impossible.

"I hope the dress isn't too much?"

Suddenly aware that he had been staring his eyes snap back up to hers where he sees her smirking at him.

"Of course not. You look lovely Olivia."

"Thank you." she lets go of the door leaving it ajar as she turns around to collect her coat from the hook and her clutch bag that she'd placed on the table ready. "You'll be happy to know I'm ready for once."

"You know I'd have waited."

She smiles as she pulls the doors closed behind them.

"I know."

--

As much as she tried her mind was elsewhere. There was a bold man taking their coats at the door that reminded her of Elliot and a young waiter that looked a lot like Eli and she couldn't escape him. She stood next to Trevor, letting his hand linger on her back just to feel something, to imagine what Elliot's face would look like if he was to see her right now.

When she sees that face on the other side of the room a few moments later at first she thinks she's hallucinating. She blinks a few times but still the figure on the other side of the room doesn't disappear and instead starts to walk over in her direction. Her eyes flick up to Trevor who still had his arm on her lower back as he spoke to one of his colleagues. She doesn't know if she should step away from him or let Elliot find them like this but before she can decide he is standing in front of her.

"Olivia." She hears him say cheerfully. "Fancy seeing you here."

She narrows her eyes at him wondering what his game was. Was he stalking her?

"I could say the same thing to you."

"Bell." He offers with no other explanation and she doesn't know if she is the excuse he is using for anyone listening in or if there is a legitimate reason for this. Either way she lets the subject drop as Trevor reaches out to shake Elliots hand. She watches with baited breath as he shakes the man's hand and she is pleased to see that maybe there has been some growth in the last twelve years because he never would have done that before.

"I couldn't steal your date away for a moment could I? Just a little something to discuss while I've got her."

Though she could see the fire behind his eyes clearly, her 'date' couldn't and he nodded happily.

"No problem."

Olivia hands Trevor her clutch bag to hold for a second, she doesn't know what Elliot wants her for but she isn't sure having something to throw at his head is a smart idea in a room full of people.

As she follows him across the room she soon finds that he was taking her away from the crowd and down the hallways she was pretty sure they shouldn't be going down.

"Where are you taking me El? What are you even doing here?"

He doesn't answer her but after only a few more steps he opens a door and pushes her inside. She looks around the room to find a large pool table in the centre surrounded by a load of expensive equipment and games she imagines Noah would go crazy for.

"You said you're free to fuck whoever you want."

She turns around to look at him, her face full of confusion. Was he asking her a question?

"The other night when you said you were single. I should have said something then."

She wraps her arms around herself protectively, her eyes moving away from his.

"El.."

"No, Liv. I don't know what I'm meant to call you. My girlfriend? My partner?" He takes a step closer and grabs her by the arm, turning her body so that she is looking up to him again. "The love of my life? You're all of those things and I am not going to let some other man pick you up for a date, or touch your body because you are mine, Olivia."

Her mind is having an internal battle. A fight between wanting to slap him for daring to make her his property and the other half wanting to kiss him for finally saying it.

When she doesn't answer he steps closer to her and she moves back, again and again until the back of her legs hit the pool table.

"The thought of another man taking you out of this dress…". His hand slides up her arm to her shoulder and pushes the dress down slightly exposing her bra strap. "I never want another man to see this."

"I never said another man would be Elliot." She tells him sternly and he looks at her again smirking.

"I love it when you call me Elliot when you're angry. It makes that 'El' that you moan as you come all the more satisfying."

She sighs and goes to push him away but he's too quick and he takes her hands placing them on the table beneath her.

"I'm sorry you're right. I was being a jealous asshole and that's why I'm here now saying this to you. I want it to be me and you."

He looks into her eyes pleading and she finally softens.

"Is that why you stalked me?"

"I just wanted to check you didn't revenge fuck that loser."

"If I was going to fuck him don't you think I would have already?"

"I was too scared to ask if you had."

"No, I've never fucked him."

"Good."

She sighs and pulls one of her hands from under his and brushes his cheek.

"Let's go."

"We could." He says with a cheeky grin. "Or I could show you what that dress does to me right here."

She rolls her eyes but before she realises what she is doing she's lifting herself onto the table behind her.

"What is it doing?"

Elliot nudges her legs open with his knee and presses his bulge against her heat.

"That."

Olivia smiles and Elliot leans forward to pepper kisses along her exposed cleavage and she drops her head back slightly pushing her chest into his face.

"I can't believe you were going to dress like this without letting me see it."

"Maybe I knew you'd show up."

"Or maybe you liked the thought of me missing out."

"And that." She jokes and he growls, biting down on her tit as his hand runs up her leg to find her lace underwear damp underneath his fingers. "We shouldn't be doing this here." she whispers but there was no urgency in her tone and he kisses her to silence her worries.

"If anyone walks in I'll threaten to arrest them."

"For what?"

"I'll think of something."

Olivia laughs pulling him in closer again as Elliot gets to work undoing the belt on his pants. As soon as Liv hears the clatter of them falling to the floor her hand is between them, stroking his cock as she pulls his body between her spread legs.

"Make it fast."

"With you in that dress I don't think that's an issue."

Her laugh silences as he pushes her underwear to the side and she feels the tip of his cock at her entrance.

"Mine." He whispers and she nods.

"Yours."

He grabs her by the hips pulling her body closer to him and pushing himself inside her until her pussy is coating his cock. She gasps loudly and prays they're far away enough from the party to not be heard.

He makes good on his promise to be fast, or maybe it was the emotion of him finally taking the step for both of them but she soon finds herself nearing the edge. She's splayed out on the table below him and the sight of the top half of him in his full suit looking down on her as his fingers and cock work between her legs have her walls tightening around him.

"Cum." He tells her. He can tell she is close and he wants to see her face as she comes over his cock with a room full of high profile people just down the hall, knowing anyone could walk in on them any moment but that she was still letting him do this has him ready to empty himself inside her.

His demanding tone broke the final string holding back her orgasm and she arches her back off the table as she loudly calls out his name making him grin cockily above her.

"That's it Liv, let everyone know." He tells her as he joins her coming there on the pool table. His hand moving from her thigh to grab at her tits that were hanging out of her bra thanks to his earlier groping and squeezing them as he emptied himself as much as possible into her knowing she has to cross a room full of people to get back to her date.

When her eyes open she sees him looking down at her with a smug grin and she already knows why.

"You're an ass."

"Tell Langon I said thanks for holding your purse."