Layover
Chapter 9--One Last Romp

A/N: This is my second attempt at writing a sex scene. If you want to read the first, see my story 'Birthday Surprise'. Anyway this is going to be a full out NC-17 chapter so consider yourself warned. Also this chapter will have absolutely nothing to do with the plot of the story at all, it's just pure EO smut! Enjoy!

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Elliot stepped into the bathroom and nearly choked in the sudden heat and steam that enveloped him. 'My God, how hot does she have that water? It's a wonder she has any skin left!' He waved his hand wildly in front of his face in a vain attempt to gain some breathable air. With a hushed sigh, Elliot turned his attention to the shower across the room where he could barely make out Olivia's form through the frosted glass doors. Shedding his clothes as he walked, Elliot was soon standing two feet from the shower doors. He could now see more clearly and could tell that Olivia had her back towards him as she shampooed her hair. 'She'll never know what his her,' he thought wickedly.

Inching forward Elliot pressed his hands to the door and gently slid the glass back a few inches. A small rush of air entered the shower, but not nearly enough to call attention from its sole occupant at the other end of the stall. Elliot waited to gauge Olivia's reaction, and when she made no move divulge her awareness, he nudged the glass a few more inches. He continued this course until the door was open nearly a foot, a big enough space for him to sneak through. Careful not to alert her to his presence, Elliot slipped into the shower. As Olivia reached above her head to turn the stream of water, Elliot saw his chance and pounced. He grabbed her wrists in both his hands and pinned them to the wall just below the shower head.

"Jesus Elliot!" Olivia cried in shock.

Elliot laughed devilishly, "You know for being a detective you're skills of observation are seriously lacking."

"You're lucky I didn't have more time to react," she sneered.

"Oh yeah and why is that?"

"Because you'd be doubled over on the floor grabbing yourself in pain," Olivia replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Elliot laughed and took a step closer bringing his body into full contact with Olivia's. As his erection pressed against her backside, Olivia gasped and slammed her eyes shut.

"Now aren't you glad that you didn't cause me any…pain," Elliot accentuated the last word by grinding into his prisoner.

"Very glad," Olivia moaned. She attempted to move her hands only to find them trapped beneath Elliot's own. "Can I move my hands now?"

"Not yet," Elliot whispered. He dropped his lips to her shoulder where he planted kisses from the tip of her shoulder up to her neck and back down again. "You taste like ice cream."

Olivia laughed, "My body wash. It's vanilla bean."

"And did you use that body wash everywhere?" he asked with raised eyebrows. Without waiting for her answer, Elliot spun her around so she was now facing him with her arms still pinned above her. He latched his mouth onto her right breast first, paying special attention to her now rock hard nipple before moving to its partner.

"Oh God," Olivia moaned. Her knees were becoming weak and she prayed that he would not torture her much longer. "Elliot."

"You called?" he asked returning his lips to hers for a chaste kiss.

"I did," Olivia answered, tugging her arms from his grasp and wrapping them around his neck. She locked her lips with his as the water ran over their bodies. Their tongues danced and their hands roamed. "I want you," Olivia gasped once their mouths had separated.

"I don't think I will ever get tired of hearing that," Elliot said, a look of pure desire in his eyes.

"And I'll never stop saying it," Olivia laughed reaching down and grabbing his butt. She pulled him flush against her, gasping as his hard-on pressed into her sex. "Oh God. Someone's a little excited."

"Guess I really can't hide it," he said.

"Wouldn't want you to," Olivia laughed. She turned to Elliot with a serious look in her eye and brought her hand up to cup his cheek. "Make love to me Elliot."

"It would be my pleasure," he answered before pulling her into a deep kiss. Olivia raised her leg around Elliot's waist bringing their sexes in deeper contact. Elliot grabbed her backside and lifted her until her back was pressed against the shower wall and her legs were wrapped around his waist. "You sure about this?"

"More than anything in my life," she responded. Elliot smiled and kissed Olivia as he pushed himself into her. Both sighed at the contact that had become all too familiar but still new and exciting to them.

"Oh man," Elliot moaned, "I will never get tired of that either."

The two quickly set a smooth pace to satiate both of their sexual appetites. They moved as a single being, becoming one over and over.

"Oh God," Olivia moaned, her head rolling backwards and her eyes focusing on the tiled ceiling. "That feels wonderful."

"Not too bad from this angle either," he grunted. Quickening his pace, Elliot latched onto Olivia's breast once again.

"Ahhh!" Olivia shouted from the pleasure that shot through her body. "Please…keep doing that." Elliot smiled as he switched breasts paying the other one the same attention. As his ministrations continued his pace also quickened causing Olivia to moan louder. "Harder…please Elliot….faster!" Always one to obey his lover, Elliot quickly obliged.

"Oh God….I'm cumming!" Olivia shouted. Her head thrashed from side to side as her orgasm overtook her. Elliot followed suit with one final thrust and a long moan emptying himself inside her.

"You know what?" Elliot said breathlessly as he leaned his head against Olivia's shoulder.

"What's that?"

"I'm really gonna miss this shower."