They're making out on her couch again. Somehow, Olivia ends up on his lap straddling him again. This has been happening the last couple weeks ever since Elliot had kissed her in his garden. Their chemistry was overwhelming. You'd think it'd be hard with two kids still living at home, Bernie's prying eyes and countless work-related interruptions, but somehow they were making it work. The minute they found themselves alone, which was rare, they couldn't seem to keep their hands to themselves.

Today they'd made it to the couch, but sometimes they'd settle for her apartment door staying there for an hour or two until Olivia's neck was killing her. At Elliot's, he loved lifting her up onto the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist. It took stress off of Olivia's knees so she wasn't complaining. She really wasn't complaining much at all these days.

Olivia's arms were tucked under Elliot's while her hands clawed at his back. She didn't know how it was possible that he'd only gotten more attractive, aging like fine wine. His hands were tangled in her hair as he delicately moved her head to the side so he could gain full access to her neck. This was his favorite and he'd made it somewhat of a devoted practice, but he also managed to surprise her every time. He'd start just below her ear, delicately balancing the velvety press of his tongue with the sharp bite of his teeth that almost always drew out a moan from her. Then, he'd make his way down her neck, easing up on the pressure of his mouth, careful not to leave any evidence of his fiery touch. Olivia was never sure how much time had passed but he'd always end up at her collarbone suckling the edges before finally returning to her lips.

Elliot had been very observant and responsive to her movements. She knew he was trying to let her take the lead subtly. With every touch and kiss, he was watching her response and discerning her body language.

It was quite a few "make-out sessions" before his mouth even ventured from her lips. He'd started kissing her neck and added the slightest pressure of his teeth. She'd groaned, moving her body closer to his.

"Sorry, Liv. I didn't mean too—"

"Elliot, shut up," she had said, cutting off his unwarranted apology before pulling him back to her neck.

Now, he was more than happy to worship her neck for hours and Olivia happily let him. But he also knew where her boundaries were. The first few times when his lips had started dipping lower than the very top of her breasts, she'd gently redirect his mouth back to hers. Elliot had gotten the message and his mouth stayed well above the area now.

Their lips were back together and Elliot's tongue was exploring her mouth. Olivia couldn't help herself and her hands slipped under his shirt, stretching across his muscular chest. Elliot's hands were currently gripping onto her hips, occasionally moving down to cup her ass. Olivia was so distracted by the movements of Elliot's tongue running along her lips that it took her a moment to register that his hands had migrated up, his fingers just under the hem of her shirt. Her hands jumped instinctively to encircle his wrists, her mind going into overdrive knowing what he was close to discovering.

"El."

"Shit, Liv. I'm sorry. I thought…"

"No. It's not..I mean yes..we were.." she said stammering nervously.

He hadn't done anything wrong and she hadn't meant to make him feel like he had. She released his hands from hers and leaned her forehead against his. Elliot moved his hands cautiously to the couch, at least a foot away from where they were seated.

"Now that's certainly not what I meant," Olivia chastised as she took his hands and resettled them back onto her hips.

"I don't want to do anything you don't want."

"I like your hands on me, Elliot. I want you to touch me," she answered back confidently.

She pressed her lips back to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer trying to get him to regain his confidence and his lips warily moved against hers.

She knew they were going to have to talk about it soon. She was dreading it. They were just having so much fun and she didn't want to ruin it. She wanted more with Elliot, she did. It wasn't that she wasn't ready for that. She just wasn't ready for the explaining she would have to do before they did. His blue eyes were looking up at her. So clear and devout. She wasn't ready to risk losing that clarity.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, sensing the shift in her energy.

He could read her so well. The slight changes in her body language. The way her breathing had went from relaxed, slow breaths to shaky respirations. He was being patient, waiting for her to open up to him, but she knew he was desperate to know what going on in her head right now.

"We need to talk, El."