Summary: Maureen offers to take Noah to a carnival so Elliot and Olivia have a morning to themselves, whatever shall they do?

Author's Note: Like always, stand-alone chapter, but in the same thread of story as the others. No beta, please ignore any mistakes.

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"Shit Liv," Elliot pants in her mouth as she pushes her hips against his, "feels so good," he rocks his hips back. "I want you," kiss, "need you," push, "havta be inside you."

"So, do it." She pulls her hands from his back pockets to unsnap her pants.

"Here?"

"Right here, El, right now."

They were shirtless on her couch, having fallen back giddily when they arrived at her apartment after a brunch served with bottomless mimosas and never got back up. Instead they just continued with their lip lock and roving hands and added grinding hips.

Maureen had invited Noah to join the twins to a kid's carnival in her neighborhood that day, and if time allowed, an afternoon movie, before heading home. She'd picked him up at 10, promised to take excellent care of him - filling him up with cotton candy, caramel apples, and pretzels - and return him early in the evening exhausted.

Knowing that Noah was out all day, Elliot had invited Olivia to a "late breakfast date."

"Just call it brunch, El," she laughed that morning, when he called to tell her he was on his way.

Emboldened by alcohol and relishing their kid-day morning, they sat close in the booth, ate off each other's plates, let their hands wander, and exchanged soft kisses between cheers with orange juice laced champagne.

By the time they were back outside Olivia's door, Elliot painted himself against Olivia's back and reached around to grope her breasts. "Elliot!" she giggled, "You have to stop, I can't unlock the door."

"Try harder Liv" he huffed at her ear while pressing kisses to the back of her neck and she could feel his arousal, "and brace yourself, because once you open the door, I'm gonna be on you."

Once the lock clicked open, he turned the knob and ushered her bodily into the apartment from behind, all the way to the couch, where he spun her around and into his arms, crushing his hips to hers, plundering her mouth. He only pulled back to lift her shirt off and whip his own over his head, bringing their lips hotly back together before the fabric hit the floor.

They fell back when Elliot tried to toe his boots off without disengaging from their kiss. He landed over her with a grunt and she laughed at his frustrated face when he had to pull back to unlace his boots before kicking them off. She took the moment to unsnap her bra and scoot back on the couch, relaxing on the pillow and spreading her legs to make room for him to return.

"Now, where was I?" he asked, nestling his hips between hers, holding his chest up on his forearms.

"Well, you were right here," she said as she pointed to her lips then dragged her finger down the center of her chin and throat to between her breasts brushing it up and down the valley there, "but I think you should start here."

"Mmmmm, then there I shall start." He pressed his nose in her chest, inhaling, then turned his head to place hot, wet, suckling kisses to her breasts, moving outward towards her nipple where he swirls his tongue, and draws it into her mouth. His hand palms and squeezes her other breast before his fingers find her roused nipple. Fueled by her whimpers and whines, he added more pressure, sucks more fervently before switching sides, pulling back briefly to blow cool air over her damp nipples.

"Elllll," she called him back to her lips, pulling slightly on his head.

He kissed her hot and wet and a little sloppily as he rutted his hips against hers, letting the rough denim drag across the seam of her pants. She snaked her arms around him, pushing her hands down his bare back and into his pockets so she could help pull him against her.

"Shit Liv," Elliot pants in her mouth as she pushes her hips against hip, "feels so good," he rocks his hips back against hers. "I want you," kiss, "need you," kiss, "havta to be inside you."

"So, do it." She pulls her hands from his ass to unsnap her pants.

"Here?"

"Right here, El, right now."

Snagging the sides of her pants, he yanks them down her legs, getting caught up at her ankles, not realizing that her flats were still on. He growls "damnit" as he flips them off her heels and tosses them behind the couch.

"Yours too," she prompts as Elliot starts to return to her without stripping, arousal clouding his mind.

"Right, right," he stands and shoves his pants and briefs down quickly, his erection bobbing free of its confines, jutting up against his stomach. Once back on the couch, he positions himself over her, rubbing his cock against her, letting the damp black lace light him on fire, and using his hand he presses his head over her clit.

Tossing her head back she moans out, "Mmmmm, now El."

"Are you wet enough for me?" he asks as he tugs the lace aside and rubs the head of his cock through her folds and over her clit again. But he doesn't wait for an answer, instead he pecks her lips and mutters, "just a sec," before pushing up off of her.

She's confused for a second before she sees him dashing past the couch and hears the clash of several items being jostled as her nightstand drawer is slammed shut. Waiting for him to return she flips over on her hands and knees, tossing the small pillow out of the way.

"Come on, El. Don't keep me waiting," she calls flirtatiously down the hall. She laughs as he watches him drop the small bottle when he sees her, flipped over, her knees on the cushions and her arms on the arm rest.

He shakes his head slightly, snags the bottle from the floor, and rushes to kneel behind her.

"O–liv-i-a, mm mm mm" he growls as he massages his hands over her ass, squeezing roughly, then asking "you sure?"

"Mmm hmmm," she meets his eyes over her shoulder with an excited glint, nods and bites her bottom lip.

He pulls her panties over her hips and down her legs, spinning them around his finger with a cocky grin and bouncing his brows once he has them off, and then with an ornery smirk, he slingshots them across the room.

She laughs at his champagne fueled rowdiness, "Come on."

He leans over her and kisses her softly mumbling, "I got ya," before sitting back and tipping the bottle, dripping its contents over his cock, then another small dollop on his fingers, before snapping the lid shut and tossing it on the table.

He grips his cock, slicking himself up and rubs his fingers over her. She moans and presses her hips back when he slides one in and then a second finger, pushing in and twisting spreading lube all around. He pulls his fingers back and lines his hips up with hers, placing one knee between hers and a foot on the floor, rubbing his cock along her again, down to her clit and back, pressing in just barely.

"Oh yea, so good…ready?"

She answers with a breathy, "Yes."

"Thank god," but despite the urgency in his voice, he sinks into her slowly and holds for a second letting her adjust to him, but when he repeats the slow movement, Liv rocks back against him and huffs "I'm ready."

He chuckles at her annoyance with his slow pace, pulls back, almost all the way out, and thrusts back in hard and as deep as he can.

"OH!" she shouts. He waits, making sure she's okay but then he hears her "…again El…harder."

He doesn't need to be told twice. With a tight hold on her hips, he drives into her, again and again, picking up the pace almost immediately. It doesn't take long before he's panting and grunting, his chest heaving, as his skin slaps against hers and sweat starts to roll down his head and chest, but he refuses to slow down, spurred on by the constant stream of "yes…yes…yes," falling from her mouth.

He leans his chest back, daring to look down, spreading her cheeks slightly to watch his cock sink into her over and over. "Shit!" he squeezes his eyes shut, too tempted to the sight of them drag him over the edge already. Instead he just focuses on the feeling of plunging into her wet heat.

He opens them again only when he hears Olivia start in a pleading tone, "Ah, I need…" before trailing off, unable to finish the thought but he knows what she needs. He leans over her, placing one hand on the arm rest over hers, threading their fingers. He moves the other round her waist, holding her hips to his, changing the angle of his thrusts, and presses two fingers over her clit, hastily massaging tight circles. He rests his forehead at the base of her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin he finds there.

Her head drops down, with a loud moan and the chant of "yes…yes…yes" returns, her voice getting louder and more desperate with each one. And then her body starts to tremble, her back arches, and she squeezes around him as she topples over the edge, her orgasm coursing pleasure throughout her body, her fingers grip his tightly. "YES! Ellllll."

Elliot tries to thrust through it to prolong her pleasure, but her body is clenching so hard she nearly expels him completely, so he stills his hips holding himself deep inside her, and tries to catch his breath.

She exhales harshly as her spasms subside and lifts her head, he kisses her cheek and down her back as he pulls back straight on his knees and his hands to hips. He gives her a few experimental thrusts, not hard or fast but intentional and deep, "okay?" he rasps out excitedly, needing to move faster but knowing that sometimes she can be too sensitive to continue.

"Oh…yea El, you're good," she says, not yet realizing that he didn't finish when she did, just assuming she'd been too dazed to feel it.

But he wastes no time chasing his own release. He builds up speed within a few strokes, pulling her hips against his with each one. He lets his eyes wander back down watching her ass move as he plunges into her, "Christ Liv! So fucking sexy," he grits out between his teeth.

He's at the edge quickly, but he realizes that he's not the only one when he hears Olivia's breathy and surprised, "Oh! Don't stop…I'm gonna…again."

He tries to hold off but it's too late. His hips jerk erratically, he pulls her to him powerfully one last time and he erupts into her deeply with a loud groan, his chin dropping to his chest, heaving. She cries out again, moaning as a second wave of pleasure ripples through her.

This time when he feels her come down, he loops his arm around her waist and pulls her with him as he sits back down on the couch, turning - a bit awkwardly - so they are facing forward, and landing with a soft "hmph" on the middle cushion with her on his lap.

Their hearts are trying to return to their normal beat and lungs were still working overtime when:

Knock Knock Knock

Her head turns, and they lock eyes, panicked and confused, frozen on the spot.

Knock Knock Knock

These knocks softer, but more urgent, followed by Noah's voice, "Mom! Open the door, I need to pee!"

Elliot stands so quickly, practically dumping Olivia to the floor as her legs are too wobbly to hold her. He rights her and hands her her pants and shirt before pulling his own from the floor.

"It's only 3! Why are they back?" She asks in a hushed, but frantic tone, desperately trying to make sense of why Noah is outside the door.

"I don't know, I thought they were going to a movie." He answers, hopping a little, as he pulls his pants up.

"Shit El, where's my underwear?" Olivia demands, as she scans the living room, looking for the panties he crudely flung from the couch earlier, his antics not so humorous right now.

"I don't know."

Knock Knock Knock

"Olivia, are you home?" calls Maureen's voice through the door.

"Yes! Coming!" shouts Olivia, before turning to chuckling Elliot and whispering, "Stop!" she admonishes him, then she asks, "How do I look?"

He gives her a sympathetic smile, "Um, beautiful?" Her face is flushed, her makeup smeared, and shirt wrinkled.

"Not now, I mean, will they be able to tell?"

"Not the kids…" He answers, tugging his shirt over his head.

"Shit!"

Knock Knock Knock

"Mooooooom! Hurry!"

"You are going to have to answer the door," Olivia tells Elliot as she takes off for her room, slamming the door behind her.

Trying to hide his panic, Elliot opens the door with a big smile and cheerful, "Hey guys!"

Noah was taken aback for a second, not realizing Elliot was at his home, and offered him a quick "Hi Elliot!" before rushing through the apartment, shouting "sorry, gotta pee!" over his shoulder.

Twins greeted Elliot with a happy "Grandpa!" One boy was noticeably louder than the other.

"Hi Dad," Maureen echoes the twins' shock at seeing Elliot answering Olivia's front door, but smirks and remarks, "I should have known you'd be here."

Maureen ushers the young boys inside the apartment before giving her father a once over. She snorts and then puts a hand over her mouth to cover her chuckles. Elliot couldn't have looked more sex-rumpled if he had tried. Sweat was still beaded on his forehead, a deep red blush was visible on his neck and top of his chest that peeked out the small v of his shirt, his fly was down, and his feet were bare.

"I'd ask how your afternoon went, but I'm sure I could guess," she teases and shakes her head in mock disapproval.

"We, uh, thought we had more time," he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Didn't you tell Liv that you were going to take the boys to the movies too?"

"We had to cut the day short, poor Seamus got motion sick and after puking for the third time, he was ready to call it quits and go home." She explains, ruffling their hair on Seamus' head.

"You couldn't have called?"

"I did," she scoffs at him, "both of you."

Embarrassed, Elliot looks down at his poor grandson who still looked a little green under his gills, "I think Olivia has some ginger ale, would you like some?" Seamus nods and Elliot walks both the boys into the kitchen to pour them each a little soda.

Maureen takes a moment to look over the apartment and her suspicions were further confirmed: her dad's shoes and socks were abandoned at one end of the couch; the throw pillow was on the floor; and she sees a small bottle of lube on the coffee table.

She chuckles to herself, thinking that she can't wait to text Kathleen what she happened upon this afternoon. But realizing that her dad is walking the boys back into the living room with the instruction to "just be careful not to spill," she rushes over to grab the little bottle.

Elliot eyes Maureen suspiciously, having caught her quick movement, tilting his head questioning.

Maureen walks up next to her dad and grabs his hand. She quickly reminds the twins to use coasters for their drinks. And while they are distracted, she presses the bottle in his hand and whispers, "I didn't think you wanted the kids asking questions."

The flush that had started to fade from his chest came back in full force as he coughed out a, "Thanks Mo," and shoves the bottle in his pocket.

From this spot in the apartment she catches sight of Olivia's flats laying haphazardly behind the couch. She looks back over to her dad, her eyes still glinting in amusement, and shakes her head slightly with a small snort.

"Grampa guess what!" Kieran starts excitedly, having finished his soda and carefully placing his cup on the coaster.

Thankful for the distraction of the young child, Elliot asks, "What bud?" and makes his way over to the couch.

"I popped all the balloons with darts and won a giant stuffed dog!"

"No way! That's great!"

"It's so big," he jumps up and stretches his hands wide to demonstrate the size of the dog, "thiiiiiiisssss big!"

Elliot widens his eyes and drops his jaw comically, offering an impressed, "That is huge!" To give his grandson the reaction he desires.

"What about you?" Elliot asks Seamus, squatting down in front of the couch to see him from eye level? "Did you win any prizes?" Seamus, clearly still feeling the effects of the carnival rides, gives a small grin from the couch and softly replies, "Shark."

"Woah!" Elliot adds for dramatic effect, making Seamus grin wider, "Is it as big as Kieran's dog?" Seamus nods and stretches his hands out too.

But before Elliot could get out another question Olivia and Noah are walking down the hall, "I'm here, sorry about that, uh, needed to …" she trails off when she sees Maureen giving her a knowing look, challenging her to make something up, "uh, nothing."

Olivia stands next to Maureen and Noah sits on the chair in the living room, with his back to the adults, asking "Mom, can I have a drink?" when he notices the boy's empty cups.

"Sure," Olivia agrees, but she looks down at Elliot who is still squatting in front of the couch, but his happy face quickly turned to one of panic. His eyes meet hers, and dart back and forth between her face and the dining table nodding slightly in its direction. She gives him a questioning look before following his gaze.

She does - a scrap of black lace hanging off of the ear of her dining chair. Maureen laughs loudly this time, having watched the entire interaction and turning when Olivia did, and slaps her hand back over her mouth at the sight.

Pink begins to crawl up Olivia's neck. She doesn't say anything, but she quickly snags the clothing from the chair before heading to the kitchen to get Noah's drink.