It started with champagne. She flashed her pearly whites as the bubbly spilt over and barely missed his freshly ironed slacks.
He was dressed nicely, in a blue button down that brought out his eyes. She was wearing a black curve-hugging dress that flared around the waist. She wore heels, that seemed to make her glide and her hair was done in curls that fell clumsily around her face.
She was stunning.
Dinner came and she was delighted to find that everything tasted better when shared with Elliot. It was like something out of a movie. Perhaps she was giddy from the champagne or maybe she was just high off the romantic atmosphere of the evening.
Whatever it was, she was enjoying it.
She was sad to see it end when they reached the steps to her building. The walk home had seemed miles too short.
Elliot grasped her hand gently in his and caressed her palm with his thumb.
"Have a good night?" He asked.
Olivia smiled. "I did; thank you." She smiled at the ground before looking up to meet his curios eyes. "What?"
Elliot chuckled nervously. "I just wanted this day to be special for you."
She quirked her eyebrow at the tone in his voice. "Why are you doing this, El?"
"I don't know", he said sheepishly. "You put up with a lot and I just wanted to show you that you're appreciated."
She smiled at his boyish attitude. It was something she rarely saw. "You certainly went to great lengths. I mean, with dinner and the flowers and the notes-"
"Liv", he cut in. "I really didn't send those."
"Well than who did?"
Elliot shrugged through a groan, hating the bastard that kept showing him up. "I don't know. A lot of people care about you. Sometimes I don't know how you can feel so alone."
"Its hard to feel like you have people in your life when you don't have a family."
"You have friends."
She chuckled, appreciating his words but feeling the bitterness in his compensation. "You know what I'm talking about. It's not like I have a husband and kids or even a mother to come home to. It's just me."
"That's not true." He lifted her chin gently to meet lips. "You have me."
His heart skipped a beat. He thought he might just die from the defining nature of this moment.
She could pull away, push him off her, tell him to stop.
Or, she could open her lips against his, let him hold her and melt into him.
And that's what she did.
The second their lips met the whole world seemed to disappear. Life around them stopped and for a moment there was no work, no rules, no Kathy, nothing existed beyond their closed eyes and open mouths.
"Want to come in?" She whispered when the need for oxygen forced them apart.
He nodded, a little stunned at how this was playing out.
She took his hand in his and made they their way into her apartment lobby and up the stairs.
He couldn't resist the view. She was walking in front of him, up the stairs, and with every step her ass teased him more and more.
He had to touch. His hands closed gently around her waist and turned her around to lean against the hall. His lips made contact again and stars exploded behind their eyes. His hands held her middle to his and his fingers kneaded and teased the lush curves of her.
She moaned into his mouth and the sound went straight to his dick. Twelve years of wanting, waiting, and wondering, were all going to be put to rest tonight.
She inhaled the scent wafting off of his body. His strong, primal, musk was intoxicating and the need for him was becoming overwhelming.
"El", she whispered, conveying her urgency.
He smiled and took her hand in his, taking the steps two at a time.
There was soft music playing and his heart dropped almost as fast as it soared. He could tell she was still trying to figure out where the sound was coming from but he knew right away.
"Liv", he said softly, praying that there wasn't another unpleasant surprise for him in her apartment. "Let me take you to my place."
She quirked an eyebrow at his words. "Your place is pretty far away." She kissed his neck softly. "Why don't we just go inside?"
He moaned at the sensation and before he could stop her she had made it to her door and turned the key.
"El", she gasped and his heart jumped in his throat.
She turned back at him, tears brimming in her eyes. "I'm touched."
He headed over to her, his hands back on her hips. There were candles and flower petals scattered around the room. A bottle of champagne and h'orderves sat on the coffee table beside the couch and soft music played from the radio on the counter.
"You really planned this all out, didn't you?"
He held her a little tighter. "No", he whispered. "I didn't plan on this at all." He kissed the crook of her neck, trying to distract her. "But it seems to be working in my favor."
She smiled and leaned into him. "Your favor", she giggled. "I got flowered this morning, a surprise party at work, the best lunch and dinner I've ever had, with the best company I've ever had, and now I come home to find a romantic little table picnic. I feel spoiled."
Elliot smiled against her flesh and began sucking on her pulse points. "Let me spoil you", he whispered.
She giggled a squirmed at his he touch. He loved it. Normally Olivia was poker faced and stern; she had to be for the job. But now, she had her guard down and simply enjoyed his company and the unyielding trust she had in him.
They made it to the bedroom. Elliot scanned the room quickly before following her to the edge of the bed. He kissed her and gave her a small nudge for her to sit. He positioned himself above her, leaning down and supporting himself with one hand on either side of her.
The bed bowed beneath their weight and Olivia gently fell backwards. His heart was beating rapidly as she crawled up the bed and he followed.
He had a leg on either side of her body and she pulled him down to press against her. He peered into her eyes, silently asking if they were really going to do this; if after twelve years she was finally done running.
She smiled and leaned up to capture his lips.
And that's when they heard the knock and the door and his heart sank.
Sooo, what do you think is going to happen?
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