Olivia walked through her apartment door, slightly exhausted and ready for a glass or possibly even a whole bottle of wine. She was glad her week without Elliot would soon be over because it was stressful. She hoped he would be back by Monday. She closed her door behind her and stripped off her jacket, hanging it on the rack then walked toward her kitchen when she felt her back left pocket vibrate, with Elliot's new ring tone. She smiled before reaching behind her and pulling the large rose gold iPhone out of her jeans.

Would much rather be there drinking a beer than here working!

She read the text with a smile, even though he was going along with the plan that while he was undercover she was his girlfriend, Olivia, in case someone took his phone. They were to not talk police business or the case but they did have a code phrase in case anything went wrong: bing bang bong. If he texted her that, that mean something was wrong. Elliot was undercover as a corporate lawyer in Texas after a few dead and raped men had turned up in Manhattan and their only link was this law office.

Still at the office, babe?

Olivia sent her reply fast, slightly questioning whether the 'babe' was too much but she decided if she was going to play the part of the loving girlfriend, a pet name couldn't hurt. She set her phone down face up on the counter and opened her bottle of wine. When she was pouring herself her first, very full glass her phone went off again with the same ringtone of her fake boyfriend.

Yes, but leaving soon, just have a little bit more paperwork to finish.

She quickly looked at her phone and opened the message. She noticed the little bubbles were still moving indicating he was typing another message. Her phone chimed again instantaneously.

What are you doing tonight beautiful?

She felt her face turn red as she locked her phone quickly unsure what to answer. Olivia knew he was only recuperating the pet name but she wasn't liking her own reaction to his flirting.

…

Olivia began to type a response but wasn't sure what to say so she placed her phone back on the counter. She glanced over at her clock, 9:12 pm, which meant it was 6:12 there. She put her bottle of wine back on the rack, grabbed her phone, her glass of wine and headed for the couch.

When she sat down and got comfortable she unlocked her phone and began typing once again. When nothing was sounding like it flowed she grabbed her glass of wine off the coffee table and the remaining half.

Just getting started on a bottle of wine.

Send. There. That was easy, she thought. Why is being Elliot's pretend undercover girlfriend so damn hard? She got up to refill her glass and by the time she got back she could see her screen lighting up and assumed it was El.

Why not break into something stronger? After all, tequila makes your clothes fall off ;)

Olivia sucked in a breath as her face flushed yet again. Damn, he was really being flirty tonight. She took another big gulp of her delicious red wine and began typing.

Whats the point of my clothes falling off if you're not here?

There. Her face burned even more from the risky text but she decided not to let it bother her. After all, her response should shut him up for a bit, she laughed to herself. She drained the rest of her wine and got up to pour another glass, feeling slightly buzzed already. When she returned to her spot on the couch and seen there was no reply, she broke into a grin. That'll teach him, Olivia thought.

She got up and took her phone and wine to her bathroom, the one through her bedroom. She turned on the water at its hottest setting, dumped in some bubble bath and let it begin to fill the tub. She quickly ran into her room, stripped off her work clothes from the day, just a plain black button down shirt and black jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor, she went to her night stand and grabbed out her favorite vibrator and walked into the kitchen. Olivia double checked the lock on the apartment door and grabbed the bottle of wine.

When she reentered the bathroom she set the bottle of wine and her vibrator on the counter next to her glass of wine and quickly glanced at her phone, still nothing from Elliot, although she did have a text from Fin that she decided could wait. She lit up a few candles waited for the bath to get a little more full before she turned the water onto a slightly colder setting. Once it was as full as she wanted it, she shut off the water and laid out a towel on the counter, put her hair up in a messy bun and then her phone went off.

Well I'm not wearing any, in fact I just showered and now I'm in bed with a beer

Olivia smiled to herself, trying to think of a clever response. She took a drink of her wine and set her things on the side of the tub then climbed into her dimly lit bath. She reached for her phone and unlocked it, somewhere in this process she accidentally opened her camera and realized that was the perfect response. She lifted her tan, slim leg slightly out of the soapy water and placed her glass of almost gone wine in front of the camera and snapped a picture.

Glass number 4

She decided to keep the caption short and sweet and then she pressed send, holding her breath. Olivia wasn't quite sure if she had crossed a line by sending the picture but she was just drunk enough to let her rules go out the window and let her inhibitions down. She took a small drink of her wine, knowing she better slow down. She was halfway through the bottle and she knew the alcohol hadn't hit her completely yet. Olivia laid her head back on the side of the tub and relaxed, waiting for Elliot's reply, when her phone finally went off she felt a smile tugging at her lips. She picked up her phone and opened the text.

Pick up the pace, light weight. I'm on beer 3 and I started after you

Olivia read the text and quickly typed back and pressed send.

Are you trying to get me drunk? ;)

She smiled at her response and filled her glass again. Tomorrow was her day off and there was no reason she couldn't enjoy a bottle of wine, a nice bath, and a great orgasm even if the bottle of wine would lead to a hangover she thought it would definitely be worth it. Her phone vibrated in her hand and she read the latest reply.

What can I say? Hows the bath, sexy?

She once again felt the familiar red color return to her cheeks from his reply. Olivia set her glass of wine down on the edge of the tub and began typing back.

Warm and wet

That was all the reply she gave and she was grinning like a girl on Christmas at her clever answer. She knew this would effect him, even if this was all fake. The next text came back faster than any of the rest of the replies.

Liv, you're killing me

She bit her lip and felt a wave of arousal in her lower stomach, his words were turning her on and it wasn't even real. She decided then and there to fuck it. They were adults and they were playing a role. So, Olivia decided to play the shit out of her role.

Mmm, if only you knew what I was doing right now ;)

Right after she hit send, she took a big gulp of her wine and then picked up the vibrator and switched it on. Olivia placed the toy between her legs and closed her eyes as the vibrations made contact with her clit, she sucked in a breath and smiled at the sensations. With working so much lately, she didn't have time for even casual sex with men and she didn't have much time for her vibrators either. It had been too long since she had a release and she was excited. Olivia heard her phone go off and that only excited her more. She dried off one hand to reach for her phone but kept the other one busy between her legs.

I have somewhat of an idea, but I think I'm going to need some explicit details

Olivia chuckled at his response, she took a drink of wine and got to working on her reply.

I don't know if you could handle explicit details of what I'm doing to myself

Olivia pressed send before she had a chance to change her mind, she knew that this was the point of no return. If he played into her game, they weren't coming back from this, it was going to change things. But she took another drink from her glass and let out the breath she was holding, letting go of her doubts also.

I don't think you have any idea the things I want to be doing to you right now. Believe me, I can handle it.

Olivia clenched her legs together, trying to relieve the pressure of his words traveling right to her center. She sucked in a breath and moved the toy a little deeper inside her while trying to type.

Why don't you share what you'd like to do to me? And, I am in the bath still, with my favorite vibrator. At the moment I'm fucking myself quite hard with it, imagining it was your rock hard cock.

Olivia pressed send and waited patiently while her legs began to shake. She decided to slow her pace, she didn't want this all to end before it had even started.

My cock is rock hard after reading that and in my hand, if I was there I'd have you bent over your bed, fucking you hard and deep while pulling your hair.

Olivia read the text three times, while biting her lip before she regained control of her body. I'm talking to Elliot about fucking him, and we're both masturbating by now. She smiled to herself.

I'm so wet thinking about it

She replied fast, and concentrated at the task at hand, literally. She moved the toy a little faster and turned up the vibrations to hit her clit harder. She moaned out her partners name before she realized what she was doing. She picked up her phone and took another picture for Elliot. This time, she used the front facing camera and her eyes were slightly hooded, dilated and full of lust, her lips were swollen from biting at them and pouty, her cheeks were flushed, her collar bones were sticking out and her breasts were somewhat covered by the water and soap suds, you could see the outline of her arm and you could tell its final destination was the heaven between her thighs. She sent it before he replied.

Jesus Christ, I could cum just from looking at you

Olivia blushed once again with a grin on her face.

Babe, I'm getting close

She kept her reply simple and short, she sped up her movements not wanting to hold back her orgasm anymore. All she could think about was Elliot, his hands touching her body, his lips kissing every inch of her, his tongue tasting her, him fucking her endlessly. She bucked her hips into the toy as she pumped it in and out of her dripping pussy. She rubbed her thumb against her clit and felt her walls starting to clench the vibrator, she knew it wouldn't be long now.

I've been close since you told me what you were doing with that vibrator. Cum for me baby girl. And when I get back I promise you won't be able to walk for a week.

Elliot's text was all the encouragement she needed. She felt her inner walls clenching and she continued to rub her clit throughout what was possibly the most intense orgasm she had ever given herself, and she cried out Elliot's name. She sat in the tub for a few minutes, coming down from her orgasm high and she began draining the tub. She got out and dried off with the towel and she put the remaining wine back on the rack in the kitchen and put her empty glass in the dish washer.

She walked back into her bedroom and threw on the tee shirt Elliot had left at her house a few years ago. She crawled into her bed and unlocked her phone to text back her partner.

I just came, screaming your name. Get back home soon, I don't know how long I can wait ;)