Elliot lay sprawled out across the bed, staring at the closed door of the bathroom Olivia had disappeared into a few minutes ago. He had been surprised when she had disentangled herself from his embrace and slid out of bed, and he called her on it. She had bitten right back, telling him to stop with the overreaction, and kept moving towards the bathroom. Apparently, there would be no basking in the afterglow. He let out a chuckle…Olivia always did things her own way. That feistiness was one of the things he loved about her.

He heard the toilet flush and he rolled over on his side and propped his head on his bent arm, waiting for her to emerge. He was disappointed when she opened the door, tying the sash of a short, white silk robe as she walked out into the bedroom.

"What?" Olivia asked, when she saw the look on his face.

"You're dressed."

Olivia looked down at her robe. "It's a robe." She said as she headed towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going now?"

Olivia sighed in annoyance, but didn't stop. "To get a glass of water. Is that OK?" Honestly, the minute she had climbed out of bed he was asking her where she was going, and now the same question. Her apartment was only so big and she had no clothes on. Where did he possibly think she would go?

She reached into the refrigerator and nabbed a bottle of water. Leaning with her back to the counter, she opened it and took a long drink, thinking about all that had happened tonight. She could feel the ache between her legs, and she knew she would be sore tomorrow. Elliot had not been gentle, but she hadn't wanted him to be. It was exactly like she had always imagined…maybe better. She had wanted him so badly…she had been impatient with foreplay…ready for him after just a few kisses…a few touches. It seemed like Elliot felt the same way. He had told her as much, and she wondered if they would ever get to a point where they could take their time.

God, she hoped so. The body on that man was sinful. She hadn't been joking when she told him no man his age should be as rock hard as that. The funny thing was, she knew he went to the gym, but never enough to account for his build.

And he certainly didn't disappoint where it mattered. She had always assumed Elliot would be well-endowed. That cocky attitude of his…the role of alpha male he played…you had to have something to back that up. When guys were measuring up in the locker room, Elliot had to be the clear winner. She had slept with lots of men, but no one compared. He earned every bit of that swagger.

"Are you coming back to bed?"

Elliot's voice startled her and she almost dropped her bottle of water. Too much time spent living alone…she wasn't used to having someone else there.

"Jesus El." She said. "Don't sneak up on a person. Especially one that's trained in martial arts." She let her eyes slide down his bare chest, and she noticed that he had put his briefs on.

Elliot chuckled as he caged her body with his arms. "You think you can kick my ass?" he teased, placing a small kiss on the end of her nose.

Olivia placed an open hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. "I could hurt you." She said, knowing it would be two seconds before he took her down. But with the element of surprise, she could inflict some pain.

"Promises. Promises." He teased. He placed his hands on her waist, lifted her up and deposited her on the counter.

Olivia was surprised. She wasn't a heavy person, but she certainly wasn't small, and he had lifted her as easily as one lifts a small child. It made her think of the thoughts he had interrupted…his ridiculous physique…his muscled arms…holding himself above her as he drove into her. She bit her bottom lip and pressed her thighs together.

Elliot was watching her. "Everything OK?" He raised one eyebrow and gave her a grin.

"Fine." She took a drink of water and set the bottle on the counter.

Elliot stood up slightly, letting his hands drop from the counter. He brushed her hair back from her face. "I thought you would come back to bed."

Olivia looked down at the bottle of water she was holding in her hand and fiddled with the cap. "I'm not much of a snuggler." She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Elliot took a step back and leaned against the counter directly across from her, crossing his arms in front of him. This wasn't exactly the scene he had imagined after they had consummated their relationship. "What's going on?" he asked. He knew Olivia had a tendency to overanalyze things, and he could tell something was on her mind. He just didn't know what it was.

"Nothing's going on." Olivia continued to stare at her water bottle, picking at the label.

"Olivia." Elliot said in tone that let her know he wasn't buying her answer. "Talk to me." He waited a beat, but she didn't say anything. "Remember what we said. We need to be honest with each other." He started to feel a little panic in his stomach when she still didn't say anything. "You're not regretting…"

That got her attention and she looked up quickly, shaking her head. "Never." She whispered. She saw the doubt on Elliot's face, and she felt bad that she had made him feel like she was having second thoughts. "I'm just…we've become a cliché. Partners…having an affair."

"This isn't an affair." Elliot said forcefully.

"I didn't mean it like that." She said. "It's just…a lot of things are going to change."

"Yeah, they are. But in a good way. We talked about that." Elliot said.

Olivia nodded. "I know." She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's just…well, now it's real."

Elliot knew what she meant. Until tonight, they could still be partners. They had admitted their feelings for each other, but that was really just a formality. They had known for a long time. But now they'd taken things to the next level. They had broken the boundaries that had defined them. They were in uncharted territory and it was hard for both of them because there wasn't a map to tell them how to proceed.

"It's real." Elliot said. "And we're both going to have to adjust to this new reality. Like, just as one example, you're going to have to learn how to relax and snuggle up in bed." He said in a teasing tone.

Olivia rolled her eyes a little. She appreciated his attempts at lightening things up. "Who said you could sleep here?" she said with a small smile on her face.

Elliot raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a small smirk. "Baby, who said anything about sleep?"

Olivia wrinkled her nose. "Baby?"

"I can't call you baby?" Elliot asked, knowing her well enough to know that nicknames like that probably wouldn't fly. He didn't even know why it came out of his mouth. He pushed himself off the counter and moved back to where she was standing. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her jaw, close to her left ear. "How about honey?" he whispered as he worked his way down her jaw with small kisses.

"No." Olivia said, as she dropped her head back slightly to give him better access. Elliot's hands were back on the counter now, keeping her in place.

"Sugar?" His lips dropped to her neck and he trailed his tongue down to the soft spot where her neck turned into her shoulder. He lifted his right hand off the counter and placed it on her left knee, sliding it up her smooth thigh until he toyed with the hem of her robe.

"No." Olivia rasped as she felt Elliot's hand slide up her thigh, pushing her robe with it. His thumb teasing the inside of her thigh and she shivered slightly.

Elliot placed gentle, open mouthed kisses along the exposed skin on her shoulder, peeling her robe back as he worked his way across her shoulder blade. "How about sweetheart?" He said, his voice low and gravelly as his lips whispered across her soft skin.

"Definitely not." Her voice was so quiet, he almost didn't hear her.

Elliot lifted his lips from her skin and pressed his mouth against hers gently. He dropped his other hand to her right thigh, mimicking his other hand as it slid up her silky thigh. "How about…" He said softly, before he drew her bottom lip between his.

Olivia opened her eyes and spread her legs slightly, feeling the burn in her lower belly already…and the man had barely touched her. She wanted…

"You can call me whatever you want, as long as you don't stop." She let out a low moan as she felt Elliot's fingers dance lightly over her wetness and she spread her legs even farther apart. She felt overwhelmed by the need for him to touch her. It was new and exhilarating and terrifying. This need for him was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She raked her hands over his head and down to the back of his neck and dug her short fingernails into the skin there as Elliot's hands left her thighs and tugged at the sash of her robe.

Elliot open the robe and slipped it off her shoulder, exposing her to him. In the dim light of the kitchen, he could get a better look at her and he stood up to let his eyes wander over her. Her hair was tousled and her mascara was smudged from their earlier encounter, and her skin was slightly flushed from the way he'd been kissing her…touching her. His eyes trailed down to her bare skin, smooth and dark. She looked exotic sitting with her full breasts taut with desire, her legs spread slightly, and the white silk robe pooled around her hips.

"Hey beautiful." He whispered and she gave him a small, seductive smile.

"C'mere." She whispered, lifting a hand and beckoning him with her finger.

Elliot was happy to oblige, and he stepped closer and let her wrap her arms around his neck as she spread her legs to accommodate him. His hand slid down the bare skin of her back, and he slid them over her ass and pulled her against him. Her heard her moan into his mouth as he kissed her, and his cock twitched at the sound, pressed intimately against her through the cotton of his briefs. He slid his hands back up, sliding his fingertips up the ridge of her spine.

Olivia shivered again, and she wondered how she could feel so much heat and be shivering at the same time. His fingers danced and skipped over her skin, as if he was memorizing every part of her…and she knew maybe he was.

Elliot's mouth left hers and she dropped her arms behind her, bracing herself as she dropped her head back. He kissed his way down her chest, taking a few moments to tease her breasts with his tongue. But his hands dropped to her thighs, and as he kissed his way down her abdomen, his intended target was clear. She felt him push against her inner thighs, trying to spread her thighs wider, and she sat up, placing her hands over his.

"El…" She pushed against his head. She wasn't a prude…she enjoyed the feel of a man's mouth against her, but for some reason, it seemed too much…too intimate. Elliot looked up at her, a mischievous smile on his face.

"I want to taste you."

The words sent a rush of heat through her body and she didn't know why she had even said anything. Her body was his…she gladly gave herself over to him just as he did to her, and she didn't resist when he pushed her gently backwards, lowering her back to the counter.

Olivia moaned as he slid his tongue through her folds, and it was seconds later that she felt his fingers pressing against the inside of her thighs. His tongue, his teeth, his fingers…they all mixed together and she was gasping as he brought her to the edge. Then he backed off…starting again…teasing her over and over until she thought she was going to scream. He finally slid two fingers inside of her, twisting and turning, in and out, and when his mouth closed over her clit, she was lost. Her hips came up off the counter and she was grasping at air as she cried out as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Elliot held her…keeping her from sliding off the counter as she writhed beneath his touch.

When she started to recover, she relaxed against the counter, completely sated. She was feeling incredibly tired now…her muscles loose…and she had no strength. Elliot stood up and was holding her legs, and she couldn't find any energy to sit up. When she opened her eyes and turned her head lazily to look at Elliot, she saw a huge grin on his face.

"Hey beautiful." He said and she gave him a lazy smile.

Elliot leaned over and slid one hand beneath her back, lifting her up into a sitting position. He realized he was supporting most of her weight as she lolled against him, and he smiled that this was all because of him.

He kissed her gently, and Olivia could taste herself on him. It was shocking and erotic and confusing…she still didn't know how she had ended up here…having sex with Elliot. She almost expected to wake up and find this was all a dream.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She pulled her lips from his and looked into his eyes. "Elliot." She whispered. "Take me to bed."

Elliot smiled…happy to oblige.