Summary: Bernie catches Elliot and Olivia having an intimate moment in the Garden.
Author's Note: No beta, all mistakes are mine.
It was a cool evening, so Olivia and Elliot brought a blanket with them to the garden. They regularly sat in the outdoor space after their dates, trying to find a bit of privacy in his home without retreating to his bedroom. Tonight, by some stroke of luck, they were able to sneak away from work by 4:15 and met at the theater for an early showing.
Now, like most Thursday evenings, Eli was in his room studying or listening to music, and Bernie was at her Bridge (or neighborhood gossip) Club.
As they sat, they discussed the early movie they saw.
"I swear, we pick the worst movies!"
"That's because we didn't pick the movie until we arrived, and we just watched one playing within the next 15 minutes."
"Yea, well," he shrugs, "we decided to go last minute, and I've got better things to do than read movie types and descriptions."
"Like what?" she asks playfully.
"Like kiss you."
They've been doing this now, kiss and more, for a few weeks. And Olivia hopes that it will always feel this exciting. She learned quickly that Elliot liked to move full steam ahead with his kisses when they were alone, opening his mouth wide and sweeping his tongue into her mouth almost immediately. And every time it made her heart leap and jump started her arousal.
Their kisses, still so new to them and their desires finally unleashed, often turned frantic. Tonight was no exception.
She moans into his kiss and he tightens his grip in her hair, pulling tightly. Her hands move quickly, diving under the blanket and seeking out the skin of his stomach. She untucks the front of his dress shirt and her fingers run through the soft hairs on his belly.
He groans. He wants to match her movements - yank up her shirt and squeeze her breasts - but the blanket doesn't cover that high and she will be exposed and get cold. So, he settles for palming her over her blouse. They are both thankful that she opted for a bra with thinner material as he runs his thumb over her nipple.
He moves his lips to her neck, trailing his tongue and softly nipping at her skin, then pulling back just enough to whisper in her ear, "I want you Liv, I want you so badly."
A shiver runs through her body unrelated to the cool breeze. "Me too El, but not tonight," she pants, "I promised Lucy I'd be home by 10."
"We have time," he urges, and he's right, it's barely 8:00 p.m., they'd be a little rushed, but Elliot - never opposed to a quickie - knows they could manage it.
"Not enough, you promised me dinner too," she smirks, "but..." she moves her hand down and caresses him through his pants, "I think we have time for this."
"Ung, Liv." He pulls away from her and sits up straight to give her room. If they weren't going to have sex, this was a welcomed consolation prize.
"Yea?" She asks as she undoes his button and fly.
"Fuck yes," he agrees and lifts his hips just enough to push his pants and briefs to his thighs and allows his cock to bob free. When he sits back down he grabs the edge of the blanket to make sure it covers his hips and her hands.
"Eager, are we?"
"Yes, I'm always eager to have your hands on me."
She leans into him, taking her time pressing wet, suckling kisses to his neck, while she lets her fingers brush over him, trailing along the underside of his erection.
"Mmmmm, you are so hard El," she murmurs, nipping at his ear lobe, "you always get so hard for me," she adds, licking up the outer shell of his ear. She knows that he likes to hear her when they have sex. She doesn't always oblige, often too consumed by her own pleasure to string together sentences. But tonight, she plans to indulge him.
"'S because you are so sexy Liv, so fucking sexy, I can barely stand it."
He groans as the cool air hits his wet skin and because she finally wraps her fingers around him and begins stroking. She starts soft and slow but doesn't take long to speed up her movements. She slides her hands over his entire length, feeling coarse hairs tickle her hand.
She kisses him, taking control of the kiss this time, but it's no less deep than before. Her tongue glides over his, she sucks and bites gently as his lips, leaving them warm and wet when she pulls away.
She returns to his ear, "I want to make you come, El. Can I make you come like this, with just my hand, out here?"
"Mm hmmm." He brings a hand under the blanket, covering hers. He squeezes her hand tighter around his cock and speeds up her strokes, focusing on the girth below his head. "Like that," he exhales.
She keeps the pace and pressure he showed her when his hand leaves the blanket and moves to grip the back of the patio couch they are resting on.
"I love feeling you in my hand. I can feel your pulse; your heart is beating so fast."
"Christ!"
"Do you like this? My hands on you, out here, under the stars?"
"Yes," he huffs, "fucking love it."
She smirks against his neck, as she feels his cock swell and surge. He's struggling to hold his hips still. She sees his grip on the couch tighten, his knuckles turning white. She licks at his neck, right above his collar. He groans, and she feels his hips jerk.
"Coming, El?"
He barely gets out a nod before his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw drops open, and he grunts. As she feels him erupt, she pulls the blanket down tight, trying to catch the mess and keep his pants and shirt clean. She pecks along his chin while he recovers and then does her best to tuck him back in, but he's still senseless that he doesn't lift his hips to help her.
He's still panting when looks at her, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
"Happy with yourself, huh?"
"Oh yea, and I think you are happy with me too," she counters.
"I am happy, Liv, so happy." He leans over to kiss her, sweeping his tongue through her mouth before pulling back. "I need to get cleaned up."
They stand from the couch, Liv holding up the blanket as he pulls up his pants and adjusts himself.
"I hope this is machine washable," she comments, holding the blanket as they walk in the patio door.
"It is," Bernie confirms.
They both freeze.
Shit! When did she get back?
"You're back early Ma." Elliot finally says, still fighting the shock of seeing his mother in the living room; the living room with giant windows open to the garden. Olivia was still too startled to speak.
"Gladys wasn't feeling well, so we called it a night - got back about 20 minutes ago."
"Yea?" Maybe she didn't see anything.
"Yes. I was going to join you two in the garden, but once I realized you were having a, uh, an intimate moment, I decided to stay in instead."
There weren't enough shades of red to describe the color of their faces. Elliot sputters, not quite sure what to say. Olivia goes to cover her face with the blanket but thinks better of it just in time. Bernie notices Olivia's hands move up and then back down quickly, "Good thinking Olivia, you better just put that in a blanket in the laundry room. I'll put it in the wash with the towels tomorrow."
Olivia's face goes impossibly redder, "I'm gonna…just…" she doesn't finish her thought but shoves the blanket against Elliot's chest and rushes to grab her purse and coat.
Elliot tosses the blanket aside and chases after her, getting to her as she has one foot out the door and one arm in her coat, "Liv, stop, wait!"
She stops, still in the doorway, "Elliot, I need to get Noah."
"You have time, just…," he breathless, "just stay, eat, come on."
"I can't…"
"Yes, you can, it's not that big of a deal." He tugs on her coat, still hanging open off one arm.
"Not that big of a deal?" She repeats in disbelief, "of course it is!"
"Liv, my mom is 80 something years old for Christ's sake, I'm damn near 60, it's…"
"Exactly, we are too old to be acting like teenagers!" She exclaims in a hushed tone, not sure if Bernie is still lurking around.
"I loved acting like a teenager with you." He adds, quietly, trying desperately to salvage the night.
This stops her for a moment. Elliot pulls her inside and shuts the front door, then continues, "I know, it's embarrassing. But, we are all adults here, and I can promise you, she doesn't care."
"I care."
"I know you do," he exhales, bringing his hands to her shoulders and looking straight in her face, "I know you do."
Elliot looks back quickly and sees that Bernie's not in the kitchen, then nods his head back, "Just come back in, let me pack you some food to go, and then you can leave. Okay?"
She sighs, "Okay."
"Thank you," he pecks her cheek, helps her with her coat, and guides her to the kitchen.
"Ma made a hell of a lasagna yesterday. Let me get you a serving of that, how does that sound?"
"That sounds good."