The dialogue wasn't taken directly from the episode, I kind of wanted to take my own liberties with this. Still, though, the idea is the same. Also, I'm fully aware that they wouldn't just start a relationship like that, and they haven't. It's all play pretend, and Olivia is just letting herself pretend for a few more hours until reality sets in again! Just keep that in mind.

I know it's taken me almost a month to write (and the beginning isn't even that good), but the amount I've work I've been doing recently is ineffable.

Finally, I will be the first to admit that the reason they had to f was a little loose, ngl, but you want to read smut and I wanted to write smut so here we are. I think it's at least a little plausible which is good enough for a plot like this.

Anyway, I hope you like it!

The Swing Set, 11:02 PM.

Elliot tried to ignore the warmth that filled his lower abdomen when he cautiously hooked his arm around Olivia's and had to try even harder to disregard the numerous men staring at these new unfamiliar guests as they walked into the darkly lit club. They explored the scene with their eyes only, trying to find familiar faces from the file. As far as they could tell so far, there were none.

Olivia looked around some more and surveyed the area for anything out of the ordinary – or at least for a swing club – while Elliot made eye contact with an approaching man who suddenly changed his course. Elliot's grasp on his temporary wife tightened subconsciously while the semi-loud music made it difficult to understand Olivia's snarky response. Luckily, before they could get too lost in the confusing atmosphere of dim lighting and roaming swingers, they were intercepted by a bubbly blonde in a black dress.

The unknown woman, presumably the host, escorted them to the bar and was delighted to take in Elliot's profile as she did. "Well, you two look new around here! I'm Suzzette, and welcome to the Swing Set!"

They both slyly looked Suzzette up and down, determining whether she'd be useful in their search, while Elliot casually responded. "Hi, I'm Elliot and this is my wife, Olivia."

Olivia's skin erupted with goosebumps and her heart quickened its already rapid beating when her long-term partner uttered those words. He, too, physically felt the emotional implications but refused to address them. After all, this was nothing more than a glorified dollhouse for the two best friends. It sent pangs of regret to merely think that Olivia's ring wasn't a sign of a real union, nor her new title. The knowledge that they'd be forced to go back, forced to retreat into their "real" selves that were beginning to feel more like alter egos than their actual fake identities, was so unpalatable that Elliot refused to consciously acknowledge the fact.

Either Suzzette didn't notice the pause or she didn't care, but Olivia suspected the former. "As much as I'd like to admit every beautiful couple who walks in," her eyes fell on the curves of the woman before her, "rules are rules. Do you have a recommendation?"

This time, the pass at his pretend wife didn't faze him. "Our good friend Jerry recommended this place to us." Elliot paused, then realized that he should elaborate if he truly wanted to sell the story. "He told us this was the perfect place to... spice things up a little."

"Ahh, I see. I assume this is your first time?"

This time, Olivia answered. "Yes, it is." She paused as if to think, although she already knew exactly how she was going to approach the topic. "Do you know if Jerry is here tonight? We'd love to thank him, but we haven't been able to get in touch with him recently."

Suzzette took a cursory look at her iPad and Olivia could hear the soft click of her pointed nails tapping against the screen. "No, sorry, he hasn't been here since... at least a week ago."

This wasn't new information to the couple but provided the perfect introduction to Olivia's next inquiry. "Could anyone here know where he is?" The golden necklace shifted slightly as she turned her head to look at Elliot for dramatic effect. "We're getting a bit worried."

The woman's lips curled upward into a knowing grin. "You're looking for Casandra." Suzzette gave a slight wink. "She knows Jerry very well. They have an... interesting relationship. Mutually beneficial but a bit... unbalanced."

He's a sugar daddy.

Elliot glanced at Olivia to gauge her reaction, but his partner was already a step ahead.

"Where is she?"

The iPad's screen reflected the dim lights above, making it rather hard for either of them to steal a glance at what Suzzette was searching through. "Game Room 1." Cautiously and visibly unsure, she extended an offer. "There are still two more open seats in that room if you'd like to join them. I'm not sure if it's something that first-timers would be interested in..."

Elliot sensed the trepidation and was eager to explore a new opening in the case, unwisely ignoring the potentially cornering situation. His voice was sharp and quick, urging to be accepted but giving the sense that he wasn't backing down. "We'd love to."

This seemed to assuage some of her hesitations and the chipper personality took over once more. "That's fantastic! It's down that hallway," she paused to point in the proper direction, "and you should look for the one with the purple door."

Olivia spoke firmly as well, a tad more polite than Elliot, signaling a cordial end to the conversation. "I think we'll make our way over there." She gave Suzzette a curt nod as the woman used a stylus to fill in a form on the roster with their names. "Thank you."

The Swing Set, 11:09 PM.

The door was pushed open slowly to reveal the purple lighting that flooded the room. It was an interesting setting, certainly foreign and almost surreal, as the dim overhead lighting was contrasted by the glowing orbs of blue and purple that were scattered across the empty space of the room. Most peculiarly, the sets of cushions formed a pentagon of sorts with an empty circle in the center. Two couples filled the space, each sitting on one of the divans that formed the unique polygon shape of the room, and a black-haired woman that seemed to be startled by the intrusion.

A shot of anxiety – he couldn't quite tell if it was the social awkwardness or the imposing sexual tension – flooded Elliot's chest. Quickly, he recovered. "I hope we weren't interrupting anything..."

The other "players" didn't even look up from their partners until Elliot spoke, which startled one woman with blue hair, and Olivia was relieved that their entrance was quickly met with kind – if not predatory – smiles. The black-haired woman, clad in a form-fitting green dress, rose from her seat with mock grace while being careful that every move accentuated her sensuality. Olivia found it corny like the acting in a cheap porno, but she immediately recognized that she wasn't the intended audience. Flickers of green drifted towards Elliot until they were mere inches away. The woman's fingers made contact with the lightweight fabric of his sharp collar, stroking it gently. Although he'd never admit it, a cool chill traveled through his spine when her nails grazed the hair on his neck and she leaned in to get a better look. "Well, aren't you handsome..."

Before Elliot had the chance to respond, Olivia sharply cut in. "He certainly is. I'm Olivia." She extended a hand towards Casandra, firmly and with confidence. The jealously that bubbled the past control of her lips managed to be contained by the time it was supposed to display across her features, as Olivia met the woman with a smile.

The other woman's eyes flickered over the leopard dress and Olivia's face before swiftly returning her gaze to Elliot. She spoke only to him. "Nice to meet you. I'm Casandra."

She was met with silence, but that didn't deter her.

An elegantly manicured hand gestured to the divan that sat in the top of the room's pentagon shape, farthest from where they were standing at the entrance. "Please, sit down."

Olivia had some difficulty traversing the cushioned pit in the center, which was lower than the raised perimeter around it, as her high heels sank into it and provided very little stable support. Before she fell or broke an ankle, Elliot's left hand found its home on her left side, holding her up ever so slightly until they successfully stepped onto the hard raised area. They both sat down on the purple cushions and Olivia gently blushed when she noticed that Casandra likely wanted to take this seat beside her partner but the need for his embrace disrupted her plan. Not that Olivia was going to let that happen, anyway.

Elliot was unsure if this counted as jealously and staunchly refused to let himself ponder the question. Olivia, however, was guiltily aware of the answer. Of course, it was all to protect their cover. It didn't have anything to do with the fact that a beautiful woman hit on her long-time partner and certainly wasn't related to the fact that she saw his sharp intake of air at her touch. That, she tried to assure herself, had nothing to do with it.

Another man, who sat with the woman with the blue hair, spoke up curiously. "So... I haven't seen you two here around before." The man eyed Elliot's lower body and moved his hand to his girlfriend's knee, excitedly. "Tell us about you."

"Well..." Unsure about what to say, Liv decided to start with the basics. "I'm Olivia, and this is Elliot. This is actually our first time... with this."

The blue-haired girlfriend, who gave off a confident but conserved attitude which was comforting to Olivia, quickly saw the glint of the ornate diamond. "Married?"

This time it was Elliot who piped up. "Twelve years."

The reference to their time as partners shocked her into remembering about the case, which had been pushed to the back of both their minds for far too long, Olivia supplemented his answer. "Jerry recommended us. Do you guys know him?"

Casandra opened her mouth as if to speak but was overtaken by another. Dan and Tiffany chuckled to themselves as the curly-haired woman answered, "Of course we know Jerry. Comes around all the time. But I'm not really in the mood for talking..."

"I second that." Dan's hand traveled further up his wife's thigh before he turned to face Olivia. "But don't worry, love. We'll tell you all the nitty-gritty details about everyone in this place when we're done here."

"And we have lots to tell."

This was followed by a round of soft laughter from the more experienced members of the room, Casandra included. Elliot and Olivia, however, were beginning to question their investigative tactics. The other swingers in the room weren't eager to spend their time talking when there were more pleasurable events a hand. But if the new unfamiliar couple left the room in search of more forthcoming sources, they'd risk their fragile reputation in the club and could possibly be labeled as unwilling. Elliot, once again, felt unsure what to do other than simply press forward and hope for the best. He made eye contact with Olivia and nodded as a means of confirmation and received a hesitant nod in response. At least Olivia was on board, for now at least. After all, they would most likely get away with simply watching.

Casandra and the others didn't seem to notice this tension. The formerly quiet woman stepped up to the flat area near the door which was not a seat like theirs but not in the pit of the room either. Clearly, she was taking a leadership role and Olivia wasn't sure she was okay with that. But then again, there weren't any better alternatives.

Casandra raised her voice slightly to draw attention to the fact that their time here was about to begin. "We could bring out the dice, role play, or..." She paused in thought, but the partners sensed that it was merely to emphasize the decision she had already made. "Who wants to play The Puppeteer?"

The group collectively agreed with a mix of enthusiastic nods and a couple of audible agreements. Dan mumbled something to his wife and looked at the undercover pair, quickly smiling with mischief, while Elliot was beginning to think that he might have gotten in over his head. He opened his mouth to ask the question they'd both been thinking, but Olivia beat him to the punch. Even as seasoned sex detectives, games had many different names and versions that they simply couldn't always keep up. "What's the game about?"

A few members of the circle chuckled lightly at the new members as Casandra explained. "We all vote on one Puppeteer and two Puppets." She turned her head slightly to wink at Elliot. "Or three, depending on your preferences."

Olivia bit her lip to keep back the snarky remark that threatened to betray her undercover swinger persona but kept her composure with grace. Elliot, who could read his partner like a book, tried not to focus on the implications of her attitude toward Casandra and instead focused on maintaining his cover with a sly smile. In the back of his mind, though, he desperately wanted to find the answers to the questions that appeared faster than he could process them. Was Olivia protecting him as his loyal partner, figuring that he didn't want to have sex with Casandra and saving him the risk of blowing his cover? Or was she really that unsettled with the prospect of their potential affair that she decided to further stake her claim beyond the expensive ring that adorned her finger? Oh, how he wished he knew the answer.

Despite Olivia's many years of experience in hiding impulsive passive aggression, Casandra still managed to catch onto her tone and possessiveness. In her mind, that didn't belong in this community. Certainly not here and definitely not with Elliot, who was only made more desirable by her unspoken rivalry with his wife. Naturally, she decided to challenge the other woman under the guise of attraction and once more used the phony voice – which was ineffably annoying to Olivia – that she used to lure men.

"The Puppeteer, with the help of the other guests, is basically in a voyeur's paradise as they direct the pair. Since they are usually a mismatched set of husbands and wives, they can set limits to how far they want to go. But even then... things can get out of control quickly. What do you think, Olivia?"

Quick to respond, Liv made sure she wasn't the one to break eye contact. "I wouldn't mind watching that..."

Despite her commitment to staring down Casandra, the unfamiliar touch of an unknown man immediately drew her eyes to her arm, where Dan's hand was resting. He moved closer so he could gently move a lock of hair out of her face before focusing a little too long on caressing her bare skin. "And I wouldn't mind watching you."

Elliot tried not to overreact to his touch, but his angry streak made a reappearance in the pit of his stomach that he desperately tried to ignore in the name of being a swinger. Poisoned words fell from his lips before he could stop them, and the offender's hand was soon pushed away. "You don't fucking touch her. Not until I say that it's okay."

Instead of having the expected response to his outburst – Elliot was an intimidating man and was used to protecting Olivia, needed or not, when dealing with the occasional hypermasculine violent perp – the group collectively chuckled once more, buzzing with excitement.

"Oh, so you're one of those guys..." The unknown man said this excitedly as he looked back to his seemingly shy girlfriend, who shared the same sentiment. "This is going to be better than we thought."

Tiffany piped up. "I vote Olivia and Elliot." She leaned forward somewhat so she could make eye contact with Olivia. "I'd much rather watch you and Dan, but I suppose your hubby has to have the first honors before he lets anyone else take a turn, huh?"

Trying to maintain a sense of comradery between herself and the other woman, Olivia quickly gave the vaguest but the best response she could come up with. "You have no idea."

"No, I really don't," she smiled warmly, touching Olivia's arm as her husband did before, "I'm really lucky that Dan is so good about these things. I think he might enjoy watching me just as much as he does fucking me."

Olivia spotted this opportunity from a mile away. If Dan was the puppeteer, he'd likely elect Tiffany to the center of the circle. She only prayed that Elliot wasn't part of the mix, but that was an issue she'd tackle when the time came.

A little louder this time, she proposed her idea. "Why doesn't Dan be the Puppeteer then? I think he'd like watching you and Casandra..."

The other woman spoke up immediately. "Dan can be in charge all he wants, but I still vote for Elliot and Olivia as the puppets!"

Her boyfriend and Dan both agreed eagerly, but Casandra didn't look as pleased. The partners, too, were a little uneasy. They both turned to look at each other, unsure how Olivia's plan had gone awry so quickly.

"I don't know guys... This is our first time swinging and I think we'll stay with just watching..."

Casandra, a little spiteful that her spotlight had been stolen so quickly, decided that she wasn't having any of this. After all, she was getting some weird vibes from the new couple that she didn't appreciate. Unsure couples, especially the ones who were just looking to spice up their marriage as part of a mid-life crisis, weren't too rare around here. But these two were acting... differently. As if they'd never had sex before. As if they were...

"Nonsense." Casandra moved from her standing position by the door and approached Elliot, knowing exactly what she needed to do. "We have to get to know you." Her knees slowly lowered until they hit the padded floor in front of her and tauntingly used her manicured nails to open his legs a little wider. "And what better way to get to know you than seeing you? I know I wouldn't mind..."

Before the other woman could kiss his inner thigh, Olivia piped up assertively and swung down her own hand just a little higher on his leg than the very spot that Casandra was aiming for. "Let's do it then."

Although it wasn't her first pick, Casandra still won this battle whether Olivia realized it or not. The black-haired woman retreated to her spot by the closed door, while Olivia and Elliot approached the medium-sized padded pit in the center of the room on shaky legs.

Casandra noticed Olivia's rising tension – she figured it was nerves from the exhibitionism, unaware that the stress was entirely caused by the fear of permanently altering a friendship – and was beginning to feel a little sympathetic to their situation. "Now remember, Dan, these are newbies. Give them a little autonomy, just a taste of the scene." She dropped her voice to a more seductive level. "And afterward... I'm sure you won't mind showing them what it's really about."

Taking this advice in stride, Dan sat up a little taller and listened to the hushed whisper of Tiffany who helped create this routine. "Take off her dress. Slowly."

Olivia turned to face Elliot, taking observing his reaction. They nodded to one another, committed to stick to their decision, and Olivia twisted so that her back met Elliot.

His fingers nimbly grasped the zipper but abruptly paused.

The familiarity of the action wasn't lost on either of them. Just as he did in her apartment, Elliot's fingers would tenderly touch the tight fabric. They'd brush past her neck, teasing it ever so slightly, before moving the zipper. Except for this time, he'd be uncovering her. He'd see the good and the bad; he'd see everything. This was one of many lines that they had and will cross tonight, but each one was just as monumental as the next. It didn't get easier to keep deconstructing these precious boundaries, even though both guiltily wanted to, when the weight of their friendship hung in the balance. But the more they had to lose, the more they had to gain. Imagining life with each other was so unthinkable that they rarely indulged in the delicious fantasy, but it was by far the most enjoyable one.

It was almost comical that one piece of fabric, and its status, was of such great consequence.

His hands shook as they touched the dipped collar of the back of the dress and brushed past her neck.

Olivia whispered, almost inaudibly. "Do it, El."

The cloth settled on her hips and the soft gust of air would have likely caused a shiver if Elliot's touch hadn't already. He could only see her bare backside, and a small glimpse at her uncovered breasts, but his curiosity and desire only increased rather than becoming satisfied.

The overwhelming sense of change settled over the atmosphere, for the two of them at least, in a paradox of simultaneous comfort and discomfort.

Elliot cursed under his breath as he heard Dan start to speak, the moment slightly corrupted but not even close to ruined. The man's soft voice deepened a little as the Puppeteer gave another command to his favorite Puppets. "Liv... get on your knees. Doggystyle."

The use of her nickname overrode the shot of warmth that burst through his midsection. Elliot tried not to become possessive over something as simple as a nickname, even a rather common one for girls named Olivia, but his eyes shot an annoyed look at Dan before he could control his emotions.

Olivia hesitated for only a moment, the rush of excitement fueling her impulsivity and working hard to disregard the guilt and vulnerability that threatened to take hold at any second. Her knees hit the padded floor with a soft thud as she lowered herself, purposely maintaining eye contact with Elliot while her partner struggled not to explode right then and there. This scene, this exact one, was played over in his mind so often that it was almost impossible to believe that this was reality. To believe that Olivia truly was almost bare and in such a sensual position. It was overwhelming.

Dan didn't seem to sense the incredible meaning of the occasion. "Tease her a little."

Elliot's hand shook as he slowly swiped his hand across her panty line or one last assurance of consent. Olivia could feel the shaking of his hand against her skin and felt the way her own heart leapt with anticipation. In the name of being perfectly honest, neither could truly deny that they had given in rather easily to the requests. They let themselves get in this position, voluntarily, almost as if they had subconsciously hope for this very outcome. That wasn't entirely true, of course, but it wasn't entirely false either.

He ran his index finger over the crease of her underwear one last time before travelling south, completely abandoning the expectation that he would peel off the covering garment. When his hand brushed around her hips so he could curve his digits inward towards her flesh, Olivia's large intake of air was audible. The nerves of her inner thigh were on fire as Elliot caressed the soft flesh there for a few seconds, much longer than she thought necessary.

Almost of its own uncontrollable accord, her body slightly jolted towards his palm as her clit throbbed with the lack of contact. Elliot decided that he had teased her enough, in this fashion at least, and repositioned himself slightly so he could comfortably cup her along the length of her covered slit.

Dan's voice rang out once more. "Rock against his hand."

The command was unneeded. Before the words even fully left his lips, Olivia had already jolted once more. The anxiety of the spotlight was present but suppressed as desire took over them both. The slickness of her panties gave enough lubrication to prevent any friction pains, but Elliot was too focused on the sexual implication rather than the practical one. He could feel her heat through the garment as he moved his hand to match her motions and heard the melody of her deep breaths as she tried to maintain some semblance of control.

Those very same breaths got quicker as a pit of warm desire formed in her lower abdomen, a familiar and welcome feeling but strangely intense. Her knees pushed against the cushioned floor as her body propelled itself back and forth in time with Elliot's hand. She was close.

Almost as if to deny her this pleasure, Tiffany decided to take the reins this time. "Finger her!"

A few seconds passed, which were filled with one last tease of the panty line and a slow stop of the rocking motions that Olivia enjoyed so much, before Elliot finally and tantalizingly trailed the fabric down over her backside until it was near her knees. The vaginal fluids that coated both Liv and the cloth became even more obvious as the fluid on both sides weakly resisted the sticky detachment from one another.

This, once again, was a new boundary that they would be crossing together. Sure, the almost-orgasm-inducing actions of mere seconds ago were sexual, but this was a whole new level. Making contact with her bare flesh, and more importantly, the penetration of it, was the runner-up from the grand friendship-violation of full-blown intercourse. Scenes of potential outcomes flashed through Elliot's mind, inducing a variety of negative and sentimental emotions as he clung to the only sense of stability he had left. Could he sacrifice this relationship for the sake of a case? To satisfy their worldly pleasures? The answer eluded him once again. Olivia, too, was hesitant for the very same reasons. She turned her head to face her partner – to outsiders it would look like extra foreplay – to doublecheck and verify that they were actually going to do this.

They both got the same message.

I'm okay if you are.

The motives and the exigence merged together until they were distorted and indistinguishable. Olivia had wanted to sleep with Elliot a month after their partnership had begun, and Elliot's lust was sparked much sooner. Were they using this as an excuse? Did they truly "have to" as it would surely say in the inevitable undercover reports, or were they subconsciously using this opportunity as an outlet for their mortal passions? Perhaps it was both. They needed to keep their cover almost as much as Elliot needed, ached even, to know the inside of Olivia. The moral grey area that this dilemma posed was too confusing to wonder in such a great time crunch, under the watchful eyes of five voyeurs, so they didn't wonder.

For the first time in twelve years, they both let instinctual lust take over their better, more rational minds.

Now that the only object between him and heaven was removed, Elliot had open access to everything that life – or his fantasy version of it – had to offer. A single digit lightly dipped into her core, only grazing the fluids that resided there are going no further than the length of his fingernail.

God, she was wet. Soaked was the most appropriate word. Elliot couldn't help but be amazed as he lightly explored the fluids that coated her folds largely because he knew that he was the man responsible for the creation of such excess.

After teasing her entrance, a single finger slipped inside to explore the unknown.

Even though she previously ogled his strong hands, one finger wasn't enough to fill her expanded arousal especially after she had been waiting so long. Her voice barely managed to leave her throat in a coarse whisper. "I can barely even feel th-"

He suddenly curled his finger upwards.

"Ohhh El..."

Her knees, even in their fortified position, immediately shook. It was a good thing they used their real names as their undercover alias because Elliot was pretty sure that Olivia wasn't referring to his undercover persona with that moan. It took less than a minute of exploring – his partner's inner walls were a new frontier that he intended to mentally map meticulously while he could – for his rough finger to find that spot.

Dan, who was beginning to move his hand underneath Tiffany's dress, had another demand. "Put another one in."

Elliot had already started that endeavor before Dan had said anything, but he felt Olivia tense with the anticipation of the man's words and Elliot was grateful for their effect on her, even if he hated feeling like he didn't have complete control.

Reluctant to be subservient to Dan but eager to please Olivia, another one of his fingers entered her. Even if he couldn't take his time as much as he wanted, he still paused to savor the moment. His undercover wife, though, was having none of that. She bucked backward, sliding herself further onto his hand. His other hand moved lower down her backside, fully gripping her ass, and quickly stopped her motion.

He removed his hand from her backside and leaned closer to move some of the stray hairs out of her face before returning to his previous position. "I got you."

His fingers pumped in and out of her without hesitation, taking a couple of seconds here and there to give slow attention to the new especially sensitive spots he was discovering. At a certain point, after Elliot had felt like he got a crude grasp of what areas pleased her most, he focused on giving her fast but repetitive attention to both her clit with his other hand and that one area right next to her cervical opening. Soon, she was becoming undone.

Olivia barely had time to catch her breath before the next order came, but when it did, she was fully ready for their next assignment.

Tiffany's dress was further displaced by Dan's wandering hand as he barked his lustful command. "Fuck her like it's the last time you'll get the chance. Hard."

This very well may be the first and last time they ever interacted in such a way. Elliot tried not to think about the impermanence of it all but made an extra effort to burn this moment into his mind forever. He didn't need to ask if she was physically ready, the abundance of natural lubrication told him his answer and then some. But on the emotional aspect... he needed confirmation. After all, they had crossed many lines today, but this would be the biggest by far. There was no going back once they allowed themselves this pleasure. And to be perfectly honest with themselves, they both feared that they might not be able to rebuild these walls and resist these temptations after finding out how heavenly it all was.

Olivia made up her mind immediately, however, her clouded mind undoubtedly impacting the decision-making here. To answer his whispered inquiry, she rocked back against his fingers again, subtly grinning at the thought of being filled by him.

In the heat of the moment, neither of them thought about their obligations. Elliot didn't think about his threadbare commitment to Kathy – he consciously tried not to, figuring that an overwhelming sense of guilt would hamper his ability to convince anyone of his swinger status – while Olivia no longer thought about her commitment to help him uphold those marital responsibilities. It was driven by another force, finally one that wasn't guilt or restraint, and they both felt the cathartic emotional release of their self-constructed dam being broken.

The only thing that either of them could comprehend was the urgency and non-permanence of it all. It was no longer fathomable for either of them to not savor this opportunity. After all, both knew that this would be the memory that would fuel a variety of fantasies for years to come, regardless of whether these sins were committed again.

Elliot felt her warm wetness on his tip and fought not to instinctively thrust forward until he filled hers completely, instead slowly sliding in while letting her adjust to the intrusion. Unable to resist any longer, he gently pumped into her, shallowly, increasing the depth slightly with each motion. Her moans only encouraged him further, and certain parts of his body were harder than what he thought was possible.

Every thrust was met with a huff of air from Olivia, who was trying to somewhat keep her composure in the vulnerable situation created by her voyeurs, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the rare intelligible thought left her mind like water through a hole. "Mmnm..."

Dan started to comment on the process, but Elliot shot him a death stare that told him to back off, so the "Puppeteer" focused on solely pleasuring himself instead. There was no way Elliot was going to let anyone else take the credit, or the satisfaction, from something as monumental as this.

His hand made contact with her backside, gently at first, but her pleased moan gave him permission to explore aspects of sex that he hadn't quite ventured into before. Sure, he had sex with Kathy doggystyle. But it wasn't this rough or this pleasurable, and it certainly wasn't filled with this much unfettered emotion. This, right here and right now, was the right way. This was everything he'd fantasized about when he closed his eyes and dreamt of another woman in his marital bed. This was the intuitive and instinctive desire to fill her with his fluids, hoping that their seed of passion would sow something great. His motions got faster.

As his member pounded the very back of her walls, Olivia leaned forward a bit so she could rest on her elbows as her body tried to scrape together the control needed to focus on her climax. Masterfully, Elliot let her dangle on the edge for a couple more seconds before finally giving her the pressure she needed to constrict her walls around him.

The noises that resonated from his partner, the one he had lusted after for so long, turned his mind to mush. She shook and moaned a repetition of obscenities, but even her voice became uncontrollable as every conscious thought was focused on prolonging this divine experience.

Now that she had been satisfied, twice at that, it was his turn. Elliot, now convinced that he fulfilled his duties to her, opened the floodgates as he finally allowed himself to absorb and feel every possible inch of contact between them.

His throat roughly managed to scrape together the thoughts to form his one-word question. "Where?"

Olivia thought about it for only a moment. Likewise, she struggled to answer and even then, her syllables were interrupted with the blow of each movement. "Inside."

Almost immediately – her permission tore down the last mental barriers he had made to try and stop a premature climax – Elliot hunched over, his hand now on the floor and his stomach on her back, as forceful ropes of his white fluids shot into his partner.

Until the very last drops left his tip, Elliot couldn't hold back his almost involuntary groans. "Olllivia...,"

They stayed there, stilled and nearly silent, for another few moments until Elliot finished releasing himself completely and reluctantly pulled out. He sat back on his heels, out of breath but secretly giddy with residual excitement although he tried not to show it. The moans coming from the other members of the room didn't even register as he realized that Olivia was trying to get up. Her arm soon met his as he offered it to her, and helped her shaky legs navigate to their vacated seats from before their exhibition.

Olivia ungracefully plopped down onto the purple cushions with Elliot's help, her shining chest expanded and deflated rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Elliot watched, trying not to feel disappointed that it was over, as Olivia readjusted her dress and covered her breasts again.

After they had gotten cleaned up – which only entailed fixing their clothes – and settled in their seats, they were now being forced to pretend as if the other couple was putting on a captivating show in the center circle spotlight. Their movement from the exhibitioner hot seat to the spectator row was quick, and the only words she heard came from their voyeurs. Olivia's mind quieted while Elliot's raced.

Suddenly, a distinct soreness and an increasingly uncomfortable wetness were becoming apparent to Olivia. Flashes of the warm fluids that were coating her most sensitive areas flickered through her mind.

Her heart pounded as she quickly crossed her legs and ever so slightly leaned back against the cushioned wall.

The quiet complexity of her mind was astonishing but... peaceful. Somehow, amidst the slapping of flesh and the groans that resonated all around her, Olivia was able to tune it out. She was able to focus, ironically in a daze, on thoughts that were out of her control.

Were her deepest wishes selfish? After all, he already had five at home. Was it right to daydream? To secretly hope, to beg a god she barely believed in, that he'd sire just one more? The doubt, and thoughts of Kathy, were quickly pushed aside although a pang of guilt resonated through her chest. It might not have been right morally, but it was justifiable in another sense. She never was an adulterer, or a home breaker for that matter, but the selfish and long-repressed part of her primal mind leaped with joy.

Flickers of a certain number of hers, one over 40, flashed through her lesser consciousness like a siren and interrupted this flood of positivity. It called for a defensive acceptance that her biological clock had stopped ticking. It urged her to accept that time was up, if only to protect herself when things inevitably didn't go her way. But no matter how hard she tried to stifle this excitement, this rush of optimism, she couldn't keep it down.

She knew she'd wait in the bathroom, anxious but refusing to acknowledge her own excitement. Part of her would know the odds, the impossibility of it all. She'd dream about it for days, unwilling to take the test quite yet because it would more than likely crush her short-lived fantasy. Still, this space cadet wouldn't be able to get down from the clouds and she knew it. Cap would ask her what was going on, Fin would ask her what drugs she put in her morning coffee, and Melinda would be let in on the secret only to desperately hope that something finally went right for her friend.

Elliot, even in the poor lighting of the sideline seats, watched Olivia's head subconsciously twist so he wouldn't be able to see the emotion on her face.

He quickly inquired, concerned that their previous activities might have been the cause. Despite the possibility – luckily Olivia subconsciously signaled that their boundaries had seemingly dissolved as the full meaning of their actions began to sink in – and his hand landed on her left knee.

His voice faltered as he whispered. "Are you okay?"

Her hand met his and squeezed before Olivia turned her head to meet his eyes. Hers were kind of scrunched, the almost imperceivable emergence of crow feet becoming more pronounced, as her face lit up with a radiant smile and the dim pink overhead light reflected off the diamond on her finger.

She squeezed his hand again and took the initiative to rest her head on his shoulder before finally responding.

Her smile widened. "I'm happiest I've ever been."