It takes an eternity to find the zipper on the back of her dress again. Giving up on that I reach into the slit of her dress, searching for the lace stockings that were taunting me a moment ago. Olivia moans as my hand fumbles into sensitive territory before finding the edge of her stocking. The lace is soft and gives way to my searching hand. Her leg is softer still, and the flesh of her thigh is supple and gives way.

As my fingers tighten her moan grows more urgent. Her little fingers reach up the back of my neck, pulling my head closer so she can sink her teeth into my lips. I force her back against the wall of the elevator, finally finding the tiny metal tip of the zipper. The zipper gives way, humming its way down the s-curve of her back. Beneath it is just the perfect skin, her muscles hugging her bones, and the satin strap of her bra.

I pull her dress down over her arms, freeing her left shoulder. Fighting away from her kisses, I attack the skin I find there, heading my way down her arm as I pull it from from her sleeve. Olivia lets me explore her hand with my lips before I return the way I came. This time her left breast is exposed, and I can feel the swell of it over the black satin of her bra. The sensitive nerves in my tongue tell of the racing of her heart beneath her chest. I can feel the shuddering of her breath as well as listening to the way it quickens in her throat.

Her knees grow weak and she clings to me, pressing against me with the ferocity I've been missing. Annie doesn't want me this way. She doesn't need the way Olivia does, and she most certainly doesn't have the little sigh of wanting that escapes from Olivia's glistening lips. Annie's a silent predator. She likes it quick and hard because she's young. Olivia knows differently.

She pulls out of the other arm of her dress, letting it fall away to her waist as she pulls my head up from her chest. Olivia's eyes are open, huge in her face, desperate as she looks into my soul. We start on the buttons of my shirt together. Alternating our hurried hands as we flutter our way down. Her hands slide inside as it opens, pulling our skin together as the hair of my chest meets the smoothness of her. My grunt of pleasure might have been her name, but the word is lost as her tongue invades my mouth. Even while we're kissing, we're still fighting.

She yanks my shirt out of my pants. I tear her dress down her waists, pulling it tight over the curve of her hips. The catch of my fly is her next victim. She doesn't want to wait for her dress to be off. She's begging me with her tongue under the bone of my chin. Olivia's teeth brush my neck, and as my hands slip beneath the skirt of her dress to prepare the way she bites down on my shoulder.

"Oh god-" She moans, breaking off the word to pant in anticipation. "Oh god-" Forgetting the stockings, I run my hands up her inner thighs, hunting all the way up to her hips. I can taste her lipstick and a hint of her blood as we devour each other's lips again. I could live on the feast of her. I trail down her neck, pretending to ignore her begging. There's sweat and moisture between her legs, and the trembling of impatience.

It's more fun catch her off guard, and I use one hand to find and torture the nipple of one breast. Her moaning gains a shrill note, and I can hear the edge that will turn into a scream when I've got her where I want her. My other hand tears down her panties, leaving them just above her trembling knees. I take one last chance to tease her, opening her with one dry, insistent finger. As I bury myself inside her, I finally get the scream she's been building towards.

Bracing my feet, I shove her against the wall, using that to help support her weight as I lick the taste of her off my finger. Olivia wraps her arms around my shoulders. Hands digging into my back, nails scratching into my skin. I relish the sensation. Pain is the counterpoint to pleasure and the expression of our desperation. I lean in, pressing up inside of her for everything I have before pulling away. She's on her tiptoes in her heels, grinding against me as I create a space between us.

But I can't stay there, my control's starting to slip away into the warmth of her. I start to speed up, and for one insane moment I picture the elevator opening behind us. AJ and Annie staring at us open mouthed as we find what we've been missing since the divorce. What haunts our dreams at night when we lie beside our replacements.

I have to move faster, she's starting to tighten around me, and it would be a shame to let her come alone. Olivia's eyes are half-closed and the sweetness of perfume is fading to the reality of sweat with its own sweetness. "Harder." She demands as she digs her hands into my shoulders. "Gregory- harder..."

I slip one hand down and up under her skirt, holding my thumb against her, teasing her as her body shifts. Her moaning deepens, coming from her chest now, and I'm moaning with her. I'm lost with her. The world condenses to her and and the wetness inside of her. Her hands start to spasm, and the shudder works its way up to her shoulders. She tightens around me and I move faster, pressing my thumb against her harder, each motion exploding the intensity as her eyes snap open. Those dammed blue eyes reach in to clench around my heart as she involuntarily clenches down around me.

Her scream doesn't even come from her throat. It's from somewhere inside those eyes. Her pupils expand to fill my vision, black taking over as I let go, releasing hot and wet inside of her as I echo with a scream of my own. Our heart's race, mutually struggling to come back from oblivion. I can't tell her the feeling that settles over me. The way I feel whole as her head rests against my neck. A solitary drop of sweat runs down her chest and mixes with my own.

My open palm rests against the cold wall of the elevator. The skin of her back is too heated to even feel the chill anymore. The air conditioner's been defeated by the heat between us. We slump together, panting against the wall. We don't have anything to say, but our eyes speak volumes. Hers tell of satisfaction and victory. Olivia knows what she does to me. How I could make love to her for eternity and never be bored. Never be done. I wonder what mine give up to her.

I let myself wonder as I nuzzle her neck. The sweat curls the tiny hairs at her hairline, and the perfect knot is falling in dark curls down her neck. The goddess glows under my touch. Radiating her light through me.

But neither of us speaks. Her lips are gentle now, the kiss on my cheek says she loved me once. Her hand on her neck adds that she could still. I kiss in the inner corner of her eye, then her nose. Replying that she's still my heart. Always.