Olivia woke up and rolled over in her bed. She was tangled in the sheets, and it reminded her of her restless night last night. She had tossed and turned all night thinking about Elliot being behind her door, sleeping on her couch. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to stand all this much longer. She decided to grab a shower before he woke up, and she wrapped her robe around her before sneaking out past the couch, where he was sprawled out sleeping, to the bathroom. Once inside, she turned the water to as hot as she could take, and stepped under the cleansing spray. Deciding she better take care of things before she ended up jumping her partner, she unhooked her shower spray from the holder and leaned against the shower wall, spraying it on herself and pretending it was his lips instead. Her head rolled back as she fantasized about him, and she helped herself into a satisfying, but lonely orgasm.
Outside the bathroom door, Elliot listened to his partner, obviously in the throes of an orgasm. He had woken up when she had tiptoed past him, but pretended to sleep. Listening to her, his body was alert and aching to be the one making her make those delicious moans that were driving him crazy. He argued with himself for a few minutes while he listened, trying to get up the nerve to just walk in there and take over. Finally, he mustered the courage and put his hand on the doorknob. It didn't turn. Dejected, he headed back the couch, gathered his jacket and shoes, and decided to take a brisk walk in the cool city air to cool his jets. Because as it was, if he waited there one more minute, he was afraid he'd bust the door down and take her in the shower.