She can't believe he's playing hooky from work. She feels giddy as hell, like she's in high school and her crush skipped school to hang out with her. He opens the passenger door, ushering her in and this is already so different from before.

She climbs up into his SUV and he takes the opportunity to admire her curves. She'd changed into form fitting jeans and a long-sleeved top that rose as she bent, revealing soft and supple skin at her waist. He looked up to the sky and said a silent prayer that he'd get the chance to kiss her there and everywhere else.

They drive in virtual silence for a few minutes until she asks to connect her phone to the Bluetooth. "Do you mind?" She asks, waving her phone in front of herself. The silence was comfortable, as always, but she was in the mood for music. He waves his hand toward the console signaling for her to go ahead.

"You listen to Rihanna?" She doesn't look up, just starts scrolling through her phone.

"She's got catchy songs, but I wouldn't say I'm an avid listener." He glances over at her, "Play whatever you want though."

"I have a Rihanna playlist," she grins and looks up after pressing shuffle, smiling fully when Kiss It Better begins to play. How fitting, she thinks. She wonders if she should change it, but decides against that thought. He could handle a little pressure.

Kiss it, kiss it better, baby

Kiss it, kiss it better, baby

She knew this one word for word, but Elliot studied the lyrics carefully. This song seemed to be made for them.

Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy

Take it on back boy, take it back all night

He listened to Olivia singing lightly with the music and knew that she was thinking of them too.

Mmm, do what you gotta do, keep me up all night

His fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter at the thought of proving to her just how sorry he was.

What are you willing to do?

God, he'd do anything. He just needed her to give him the chance.

Twenty minutes later he's pulling into a parking spot as Sex with Me begins to play and he doesn't think that he can handle anymore sensual songs. He turns the car off and asks if she's ready.

They agree to see the newest Marvel movie and get light snacks before finding their seats in the theater. The theater is practically empty and they can't seem to stop touching one another. He squeezes her knee as the other viewers laugh at an onscreen joke and her hand covers his, lifting and holding it. His fingers are thick, hands heavy and she struggles to focus on the less exciting scenes thinking of his fingers pushing into her.

"You okay?" He whispers, breaking through her fantasy.

Her eyes blink open and she doesn't remember when she closed them. She nods and plasters an innocent smile on her face, "Mhm."

He stares at her for a moment then returns his attention to the screen, squeezing her hand reassuringly, triggering another rush of wetness between her thighs. He doesn't miss the way she crosses her legs and turns away from him slightly.

If someone asked what the intricate details of this movie were, she wouldn't be able to tell them. After a while, her mind could only think of reaching over and feeling his cock through his jeans. She'd seen the silhouette a few times, but never in the flesh. She knew he'd be big and imagined him sliding into her for the first time. The credits begin to roll up the screen and she's relieved, but when she moves to stand, he stops her.

"Gotta wait for the after credit scene."

They leave the theater arm in arm and head for his car. "I have to take Noah to see that. Don't mention it when we get him, he'll be upset that I didn't wait."

"My lips are sealed," he vows. "Plus, I was supposed to take Eli and a friend to see it too." He thinks to ask if they could all go together, but realizes that might be a lot for her.

They still have about an hour before Noah gets out of practice, so they sit and wait in the car after stopping for cookies at a bakery Olivia recommends. They'd found a spot on a quiet street with little to no foot traffic a block away from the studio. The front windows are rolled down letting in a gentle breeze.

"If you could have any superpower, what would it be?" Her legs bend slightly underneath her as she turns to face him in the driver's seat.

He takes a deep breath, "That's a loaded question."

"It's so simple," she scoffs.

"There's just… so much I'd want to do. I don't know if I could choose."

"You're thinking too hard about this."

"Well, what would yours be? Help me out here."

"If I had any superpower, it would definitely be teleportation. Hands down," she says definitively. "There's just so little time in a day, if I could get to places that fast, life would be much easier."

"Okay that's good." His thumb and index fingers caress his chin in contemplation. "On that note, I guess I'd want to be able to control time."

"Okay, Dr. Strange," she chuckles.

"Well, he can teleport too. So, I guess that makes two of us." They both laugh then fade into silence.

She sees that he's finished his cookie and reaches for the wrapper to throw it away. As her fingers brush his, he grabs ahold of her hand. "Today's been fun Liv."

The warmth of his large hand on hers makes her shiver. Her eyes meet his, "It has."

Before she realizes it, she's leaned over to his side and connected their lips. The kiss is soft and slow, a gentle passion bubbling between them. His free hand slides up the side of her throat, settling at the back of her neck, holding her as close as physically possible. If her eyes were open, they'd be rolling to the back of her head. She imagines him gripping exactly where his hand is now while pounding into her from behind. She deepens the kiss, forgetting where they are.

Her phone vibrates in her purse at her feet. She slowly pulls back, keeping their foreheads plastered together. Their panting lightly and obviously turned on.

"God, I want you to fuck me," she let's slip. She blushes deeper from embarrassment if it's even possible and pulls back farther, but his hold on her hand doesn't let up.

"Just say when," he grins at her. He kisses her knuckles and finally let's go.

She reaches into her bag to see what the notification was and it's a text from Fin. He was leaving for the day and left some paperwork on her desk. She shoots him a quick response then checks the time.

"Ten minutes until Noah's out," she says looking over at him shyly.

He straightens himself and begins the one block drive to the studio while she fixes her lip gloss in the mirror. Luckily, he finds a spot right on the corner and she doesn't have to walk far. He watches her hips sway as she moves away from the car and adjusts himself in his pants. This isn't gonna be easy, he thought.

She texts him as soon as they step through the door, knowing that he won't leave until she does. He loves the message and she's a little disappointed that he doesn't text back until she sees three dots moving on her screen.

ES: Have dinner with me this week? I'll make time whenever you're free

She's already accepted in her mind, but doesn't want to text back too quickly. She waits 20 seconds and begins typing.

OB: Sure, how's Friday?

ES: Perfect. Sleep well, partner.

Once Noah is asleep, she settles down into bed. She tries to get some rest but her mind can only think of Elliot. His charming blue eyes, his stupidly cute smile, his thick and heavy hands. She feels a dull throb between her thighs and does her best to ignore it. When she remembers how those hands felt gripping her knee and the back of her neck, it strengthens and she can't fight it anymore.

Her hand travels down her belly and slips into her shorts. Her fingers slide through her folds, feeling just how wet he had made her. She spreads the moisture over her clit and strokes it in slow circles. She thinks back to their kiss and how sensual it was, how he'd sucked on her tongue and her nipples harden. She wants him to do the same to her breasts.

Her fingers move down to her opening, slipping in easily as she groans softly. She pumps in and out of herself a few times before deciding that it wasn't enough. His fingers were much thicker than hers and she knew his cock would be thick too, she needed something more right now.

She leans over the side of her bed and reaches into her nightstand, pulling out her trusty rabbit. She pulls her shorts off and spreads her legs. Before turning it on, she rubs the vibrator up and down her sex, letting it gather the ample moisture there.

When she pushes it in, she has to hold back a moan. She turns the toy on and lets it work its magic. She pushes and twists, working herself to climax at the thought of him buried deep inside her, fingers wrapped around her throat. When she's sated, she turns the rabbit off and slips it under the pillow on the other side of the bed. It doesn't take long for her to fall into a comfortable sleep with him still at the forefront of her mind.