Happy new year friends! Here is the first chapter of the intimate date finally! Olivia is finally getting what she deserves! Part 2 coming shortly :)
"Wow, this is so nice! I feel like I'm in Greece!" Olivia remarked, looking around at the unique architecture of inside of the restaurant. All the walls were white appearing like the traditional concrete buildings in Santorini. There were little arches dug in to the walls with large ceramic urns under display lighting.
The tables and chairs gave off an island feel, made from wood and wicker. Olivia glanced around, taking it all in with a big smile, impressed that Trevor had found somewhere so lovely and distinct from any place she'd been before. She felt his hand at her waist, pulling her flush against him, side-by-side as they waited to be taken to their table.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
She nodded, looking around, up at the roof, at the beautiful pictures of the Greek islands. "All we need now is a sea-breeze and a view," she replied, finally looking up at him, realising her was watching her amazement with eyes of adoration. He leaned over and kissed her once. And then twice and fuck it, he thought as he went back for a third, letting it linger until she got the hint and slid her tongue in to his mouth, briefly touching his.
She smiled as she pulled away slowly. "You're super sexy tonight…"
He rose an eyebrow, "you are." She felt his hand sliding further around, gripping on to her hip comfortably as the maître de approached. Trevor spoke with politeness and joy in his expression, happy to be in the presence of the most beautiful woman in the restaurant.
They were shown to their table, Olivia was happy that it wasn't by a window but rather by a wall which showcased some ceramic Greek art. Trevor pulled out her chair for her and motioned for her to sit down.
"Thank you," she smiled at him as he took his own seat. She felt butterflies in her stomach. She felt like she had a lot riding on her date with him, but she was also feeling the shot start to hit, relaxing a little.
The maitre de set down menus for them and a bottle of sparkling water and promised that the waiter would be with them shortly. "Now, this had amazing reviews so I hope its as good as promised."
"I'm sure it will be," Olivia replied.
"K, would you like a cocktail or a bottle of wine to share…" he wondered as he looked over the drinks list. Olivia slowly slid her hand across the table and took his. He glanced up at her.
"Hey…"
"Yeah?"
"Relax, okay? I'm impressed by how cool this place is, but even if it was a dive, I'd still be happy because you make me happy and I always feel like the only woman in the room when you're around and I've never had a man make me feel the way you do."
A slow smile started to spread across his mouth. "Thanks baby, sorry… I'm a little in my head."
"It's fine, let's get some vodka and sodas just to take the edge off tonight, alright?"
He nodded, "Yeah, okay."
They ordered some drinks when the waiter came around and Trevor scooted his chair forward so that he was snug against the table. He reached for Liv's hands and held them in his. "I'm glad we are finally doing this…"
"Me too," Liv replied, "I've really wanted to formalise our hanging out and see what a night out together looks like for us."
He smiled, "How did you go last night with work?"
Olivia shrugged. "I don't know, just … working a tough case at the moment and I handed it over to Fin and Sonny this morning when I finished up and I usually hate throwing my case load at my guys but honestly I wasn't sad to see this case go."
Trevor furrowed a brow, "am I allowed to ask about the case?"
Olivia thought about it for a moment, "honestly it's better that you don't know about it. I don't want you to have another reason to stay awake at night."
"Okay that's fair. How do you sleep?"
She shrugged, "some nights its very hard…"
"I wish it wasn't like that…" his voice trailed off, looking down at her soft hands. "You know you can talk to me about it if you need to though, I promise I'll be ok."
"I know, thanks… and how are you? How are you feeling after going through all your things with Raia, I realised we didn't really get to talk much about it. I don't know if you are trying to save my feelings or something, but-"
"No," he shook his head, "it's not that… I think sometimes when it comes to anything emotional, I find that I like to process things mentally, you know?"
She nodded slow, her eyes scanned his face for tell-tale signs of him trying to hide his feelings. He seemed to be telling the truth. "But it was nice," he continued, "Raia came over and stayed the night and we went through a lot of things and we laughed and … if I'm honest, we both cried as well," he smiled slightly, "I think when everything blew up a little while back, it actually helped us both air our frustrations and feelings, not only with each other, but both of us talked about our private grief too."
"It must be hard knowing that you both feel such a great loss but both have been hiding it from each other," Olivia remarked.
"Yeah, but it's also incredibly stupid," he laughed, "like, why did we do that? We could have just both said how we felt and been done with it… it would have saved a lot of pain and loneliness, selfishly for me."
"I'm sorry that happened. When I saw you at the bar that night when I was investigating a homicide, I could see it all over your face that you needed to talk."
He smiled briefly again, looking up as their drinks arrived. He thanked the waiter who asked if they were ready to order.
Olivia took charge, having not even looked at the menu yet. "Sorry, do you think we could please have a few more minutes?"
"Of course," the waiter replied. She glanced at Trevor, "Sorry, I hate panic ordering."
Trevor took a gulp of his drink. "I was just going to say that I was relieved to just have the company that night. There's lonely and then there's being alone in grief and I can't even explain how painful it becomes, your thoughts start getting so dark that you could talk yourself in to almost anything. I'm just lucky to have Ruby who — when my brain started getting dark, I had a reason to wake up every day because regardless of how stupid it sounds, I love that sweet, little hound."
Olivia smiled slowly- wry. "Noah is my reason. I haven't lost anyone in the permanent way that you have, so I could never compare the two but … I've grieved different things, a loss of myself at times and I'm sorry if that sounds cryptic, I'll tell you more about it at some stage but… Noah…" her voice trailed, "Noah kept me going and so I don't think it sounds stupid to say Ruby gives you purpose, it sounds perfectly logical and now you have Noah and I too."
"And I'm very lucky for that…"
He cleared his throat, realising his emotions were building with the idea of Olivia alone and feeling as dark as he had. The idea of her going through something as awful alone made him feel sick. He would have never wished that on anyone.
There was a little awkwardness as they both went through their menus, but he couldn't help but to smile at Olivia who made a little moan of happiness when she saw some of the food. She glanced up at him, "Okay, I think if you decide you want to date me again, you should always pick the place, because this all looks amazing."
He chuckled, "Of course I'll want to date you again, I already know that I do. What are you thinking? Do you want to just order a bunch of things to try?"
"Oh, no it's far too expensive for that," she laughed, not being able to help but to notice how expensive even some of the entrees were.
"Stop looking at the prices, that's not an issue. I want you to order whatever you want, sweetheart, I'm very well aware of the cost before we came here."
"I'll feel terrible if you foot the bill for this."
"Olivia," he warned, "I asked you out on a date. I'm not gonna pull some stupid shit and say I left my man purse at home or suddenly cramp up when the bill comes. I'm not a poor teacher, okay?"
She flushed, "I didn't mean to imply that-" she clipped her sentence short, feeling immediately bad, "I'm sorry-"
"Don't be sorry, it's fine… let's just order some things, it's not really a problem," he gave her wrist a soft caress. "Promise, I want you to enjoy it."
"Okay," she replied, gazing at him, knowing he was sincere.
"I told you anyway, I wanted to take you out to a really nice place so we could dress up and enjoy some amazing food because I really really think that you are deserve to be treated like the freakin' queen that you are."
"Oooft," her cheeks flushed, "Trevor…"
He chuckled at her bashfulness. "Do you think I could scoot my chair a little closer to your side so we can be closer?"
"Uhuh," she nodded, "I would love to get closer to you."
When the waiter arrived back they ordered saganaki and fresh water prawns infused with garlic and chilli. They ordered vegetable and halloumi skewers and traditional dolmades and some pita with dips.
Trevor glanced at Olivia who was still scanning the menu as he finished ordering for them. "Anything else, baby?," he asked. She glanced up at him guiltily.
"No thanks, I think that's a lot."
"Can you recommend anything that we might be missing?" Trevor asked the waiter.
"Mmm we have a very traditional Octopus dish, Ktapodi, it's grilled octopus infused with olive oil, Greek Oregano, some Santorini capers and we pair it with Ouzo."
"Ok, I'm sold, we'll take that too. Thank you."
They both ordered an Ouzo to drink with dinner as well as another vodka and soda each.
"Wow," Olivia remarked as the waiter left them to it. Trevor scooted even closer so that they were chair-to-chair at the round table. "Trev, we might not be able to eat all of this," she added.
"Its okay, we'll eat what we can and what we can't, you could take home to eat later," he told her, slipping an arm around her shoulder. He turned to face her, his eyes all over the soft plains of her bone structure. She really was beautiful he thought. Up close her could see how naturally long her lashes were and the sprinkle of freckles she had across her nose.
She caught eyes with him and they shared a smile. She reached for his wrist that rested on the tabletop. "I really, really like you, Olivia," he told her from the well of feelings that were brewing deep within him. "I can't even begin to describe this feeling… my stomach is so jumpy and I feel like I have everything to lose if I fuck this up," he admitted.
"Trevor, I like you so much too and I promise unless you treat Noah poorly or you I found out you were lying to me or misrepresenting yourself, there's absolutely nothing you can do to fuck this up. I might do something that makes you feel like this is not who you want to be with?"
"Never," he shook his head slow. He lowered his head and pressed his moist lips against hers, aligning them, kissing her mouth slow and sensually. He lifted his hand from the table top and reached up to her soft skin, holding her cheek in the palm of his large hand. He felt her slightly lean in to it as she kissed him back, holding his rhythm, letting his tongue taste hers, dancing around it painstakingly slow despite both their quickening heartbeats. He felt his whole body leaning in to her, trying to keep things romantic and not too passionate for where they were in the middle of a restaurant.
Olivia pulled away first, she rested her hand on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it. He kissed her cheek and another tiny kiss by the peak of her jawbone before resting his head on her shoulder with a little laugh. She chuckled too, avoiding the eyes of a couple who were clearly staring at them. Her cheeks were red.
"People are staring," she murmured.
She felt his lips tickling her neck briefly. "Let 'em," he replied before lifting his head and giving her his best tight-lipped smile.
He finally let go of her and picked up his drink, finishing it off in a few mouthfuls. "You know, you really introduced me to vodka limes, I would never have had that in the past," he admitted.
"Really?," she smiled, "its just so refreshing."
"It is, I'm a fan of it, and I'm a fan of you," he told her, tilting his head slightly again to kiss her cheek, brushing his hand up the inside of her wrist.
"Do you think we are disgusting people?," she asked, only slightly self-conscious.
"Oh, I do hope so," he joked with a little laugh. "We deserve this, we've both had our fair share of heart ache and now we can just be happy with one another."
"This is true," Olivia grabbed her glass and held it up. "To us…"
He grabbed his and clinked it with hers gently. "To us," he repeated, kissing her.
/
Olivia was glad when the waiter staggered the food out and couldn't help but adore just how Trevor took charge when it came to everything, not allowing her to have to put any effort in what-so-ever.
The large prawns came with tails and heads on which made Olivia a little squeamish, but without any word, Trevor picked them up and began to de-shell them, discarding the shells and the veins as if he was used to doing it. He put them in a small shell bowl that had been provided as the saganaki arrived.
"Here…" he wiped his fingers on a moist towelette that had also been provided and picked up a fork and Olivia's plate and started serving her.
"Aww baby, thank you, but you can worry about your dinner," she told him.
"Do you not want me to serve you? Does it bother you?," he asked, hoping he wasn't offending her.
"No, of course not, but you don't have to."
He just smiled, watching what he was doing before looking back at her, "sweetheart, one thing about me is that when I really care about someone, I live in service," he chuckled in spite of himself, "that's what my sister says. I just like to do everything that I can for you… if it's too much you can tell me, but otherwise, please just let me do what feels right to me."
She drew in a little breath, he always made it hard for her to not want to burst at the seams with love for him. She knew that she was falling in love and she had been constantly trying to slow those feelings down, but it was almost entirely too late.
"So, how is the whole thing with Kaci and Noah going?" Trevor asked.
Olivia felt the saganaki melting away in her mouth and closed her eyes with pleasure for a moment, "holy shit, this is amazing," she murmured with a little laugh of disbelief.
"It's delicious," Trevor nodded in agreement, happy to see her delight.
"I met Kaci," she admitted, "she's a really cute little girl, I expected her to be some young girl who looked way older than she should wearing inappropriate clothing, you know, that IT girl perception — says more about me, if I'm honest, but she's adorable."
"She's a nice kid," Trevor agreed. "She actually looks younger than 13 or 14…"
"Yeah, I'm less worried about things getting out of hand, I was listening to their conversations and they spoke mostly about the football game and then they were talking about Fortnite because apparently girls are in to that game too?"
"Yeah, they are all insane for that game," Trevor agreed, "when there's a Fortnite event on, half of my kids come to school falling asleep because they've been up all night."
"Does that piss you off when kids come unprepared for school? Noah has such strict rules around the playstation. There is no way I would allow him to stay up playing video games all night. His computer stays out with me after he goes to bed, I don't allow it to stay in his room just in case he gets any ideas."
"That's because you are a responsible Mom who has seen enough to know how to parent properly."
"Also because I want a well educated child who is kind and polite and doesn't have his brain cells burned by violent video games. While I don't believe video games are entirely responsible for bad things kids do, I think some of these games normalise things they shouldn't. Whenever he asks for a game, I research it — he asked for a Grand Theft Auto game when he was about 11 or so and Elliot wanted to buy it for him," she laughed, "not a freaking chance. The game is exactly as it suggests."
Trevor laughed. "Elliot sounds like a giant ass if you don't mind me saying so."
Olivia laughed too, as she took a bite of her prawn. "I mean, I'm not gonna tell you you're wrong about that," she shook her head with disbelief. "This is so fucking good!," she muttered, "here…" she held the remaining bit of crustacean on her fork out to him.
There was a little tiny thrill that passed through his body with her feeding him from her own fork, something sexy about it, he thought. He leaned forward, cupping his hand beneath it so it didn't drop as he took the rest of it from the utensil. Even though he had a couple of his own to eat, the sharing of food seemed like a little hint of intimacy.
"Thanks baby," he murmured. "It's so delicious. I am not sorry about bringing you here…"
"Me either," she replied. "I'm just trying to pace myself because there's a lot of food coming."
Slowly but surely the rest of their food came out and Olivia was right, it was too much; it was so decadent and delicious and the service was perfection. She could feel herself getting progressively tipsy as the night went on, but she felt so carefree and relaxed and safe.
"Can I tell you something?," she began, putting her fork down for a moment.
"Of course, love, what do you want to tell me?"
"I was so drawn to you the second that we met," she admitted. "I don't know what it is, but … I think it's your warmth and kindness and I feel so comfortable and safe. I have this history with feeling like I always have to have one hand on the handbrake ready to just pull the plug because a guy has said or done something that's an immediate red flag, but this is… this feels so different and I can't even place it."
"Wow…" he murmured, "what a compliment," he stared at her in awe of her ability to be able to communicate exactly how she felt. He took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I always thought that any woman I'd met I'd be somehow looking to replace Lana, so I avoided dating and seeing anyone for the most part … and then you dropped in at the perfect timing with your beautiful soft hair, your warm smile and a sense of calm when I was having a dark moment— and those feelings have really blossomed in to something that I wasn't sure I was ready for at first…"
"And now?," she pressed gently.
"And now I realise that I like you upon your own merit and I'm ready for the responsibility of falling in love and having someone's heart again. I'm ready for the responsibility of taking on someone else's responsibilities too — of opening my heart up to experience this wonderful feeling without guilt or without feeling like I've found a replacement." He paused, thinking about his words wisely before he began again, "In a lot of ways you and Lana are similar," he admitted, "but only in that you both have that endless well of compassion within you. You live your life in service to others and it is so incredibly admirable but as a result, you both leave very little to yourselves and neither you nor Lana are kind enough to yourselves."
She hung on to his words, he had clearly spent some time thinking about it.
"But then you're both so different as well. You love walking, you like relaxing with a drink with me, you also don't have to be busy, we've enjoyed watching movies together with Noah— and your sense of humour is insane and wonderful…"
"Lana didn't like walking?" Olivia laughed.
"I mean, yeah kind of, but just not the same. You and I often decide to go for a walk instead of sitting around, I know you and Noah also go for a long walk if you can't decide on something to do…"
"That's true, I do love a good walk," she smiled, "I find its when Noah and I have our best conversations and also you and I have enjoyed that as well."
He nodded in agreement as he finished up with his food, pushing the plate away, trying to stop himself from snacking on the bread. "I mean, I'm not worried that you and Lana have similarities because you are both strikingly different in so many other ways and it's normal that I'm drawn to certain qualities, like kindness, compassion, warmth, affection — you know, that stuff. I don't think I could be with anyone who didn't exude all of those things."
"And for me, I'm at this point in my life where I've had a tough lesson in what I don't want from someone."
"Good, that's how it should be. But also, perfection isn't attainable, sometimes I might do shitty things or things that upset you or annoy you and you should communicate that too."
"Same for you, tell me if you need me to do something or be a little softer or something, I don't know, I can be hardened by work sometimes… or sometimes I find it hard to talk about stuff…"
Trevor smiled at her encouragingly, "but those things take trust and time, I think when we've been around each other long enough, you might find sharing things a bit easier."
"Yeah," she agreed, "but honestly, I'm rarely guarded around you. Remember the night you face-timed me and I cried, holy shit, I was so self-conscious and so embarrassed and I won't even let my own bestfriend see me like that, that's just a testament to how, despite my embarrassment, comfortable I felt with you."
"Good," he repeated. "For the record, I don't have any issues communicating with you, I feel like I could trust you to tell you anything at this point…"
"That's all I ask for, just like you — honesty."
"Yeah honesty is one hundred percent a non-negotiable for me," he told her.
"Same."
He kissed her, the taste of the sweet charred peppers and eggplant traces upon his mouth. Olivia smiled as she pulled away. "I think I'm finished, I don't think I can eat a single bite more."
"Me either," Trevor replied, "do you want to take the food home?," he wondered.
"Are we going somewhere else?"
"Oh shoot, we are… we could go and drop it off back at mine."
"Honestly, I'm okay. If I take food home Noah will ask a hundred questions."
"Okay, then let's get out of here…" he suggested.
He got up and took Olivia's hand. They walked close, heading to the counter to settle their bill.
"Are you sure you don't want me to pay half?," she whispered, noticing that he was purposely blocking her from seeing the bill, his height allowing his shoulders to quickly run his card. He turned to her and stared at her, as if he were trying to decide.
"I'm sure," he replied with a sigh. "Thanks though, if I can't buy milk later in the week because I've spent all my money trying to impress you, I'll probably just come over and ask for a coffee if that's cool."
He stared at her entirely deadpan as she wondered whether or not he was serious, "Uh… Trev no, let me pay for half… I can't have you short of money, you didn't have to do this- we could have gone to McDonalds and I would have been-"
He finally laughed, "Relax, relax, I'm only kidding, baby, I am not going to run out of money or milk or any other household staple," he chuckled.
Olivia shook her head finally smiling. "You jack ass, I felt swallowed up by guilt for a second."
"Oh no," he shook his head, "no, that's not what I wanted, this is all fine, I never ever spend outside of my means, Olivia," he told her as they left. He threaded his fingers within hers. "I want you to know that if we have any future, I am financially reliable and stable, I'm very good with money."
"Honey, you don't have to take care of me, ever-"
"I know, but I just want to put it out there, you never have to worry about money… I have plenty and I'm sure we'll discuss all that at a later date, but don't wonder if I am overextending myself to impress you, because I wouldn't if I couldn't…"
He let go of her hand and draped his arm over her should. "Okay," she murmured, looking up at him. She was a little drunk but also feeling head-over-heels. He kissed her. "I can't keep my lips to myself…" he told her with a chuckle.
She laughed too, "I don't mind…"
"So… how are your feet in those sexy-as-all-get-out heels? You up for a few blocks of walking or uber?"
"Walking," she replied.
"Walking it is…"
/
"Ugh…. What is wrong with people. I'm sorry, I thought this was going to be super romantic…." Trevor apologised as they walked in to the bar. The music was way too loud - it was nightclub volume. He had to speak loud so that she could hear.
"Its okay. I think we're just old," she grinned at him. "Let's just go back to your apartment and hang out?"
He stared at her, a little disappointed that their date didn't work out the way that he wanted it to, but he was all up for hanging out with her alone. "Okay…"
Once they were outside he sighed. "I'm sorry, I should have done more research."
"Hey… it's fine," she assured him. "You have alcohol at home, we can just drink that— I can make a mean mojito or a whisky sour."
"Oh, girl after my heart. Ok look, let's stop by the liquor store and pick up a few things and we can make some cocktails and I can take his itchy jacket off."
"Can I take this itchy dress off?" She flirted, raising her eyebrow.
He laughed, ignoring the stirring in his lower half. "Yes… if that's going to make you feel better. Cocktails in underwear, huh?"
"Mmm sounds pretty relaxing, actually," she laughed, "part of being a parent is that you can no longer walk around the house in next to nothing…"
"You better stop talking about that because I can't help what I'm imagining."
"Well," she began, looking ahead, holding his hand, leaning against his arm. "You might not have to wonder for too long."
"Ooooft, stop playing…" he widened his eyes as they waited for the uber to arrive.
/
"Shoot," Trevor remarked as they walked in to his apartment, "you distracted me with your underwear talk… I forgot we need more liquor. Why don't you tell me what you need to make your best cocktails and I'll run down really fast?"
"No, its okay, we can just drink what you have-"
He cocked his head, "C'mon, I was really looking forward to a whisky sour fully clothed or dressed down," he smiled sincerely.
"Okay," she agreed.
He handed her his phone to make a list and then he left her alone promising to be back immediately.
I need advice. I joked with Trevor that I'd make him cocktails in my underwear. He's down at the store getting what we need for the cocktails so I'm guessing he likes that idea, but it was a joke and he was aware it was a joke — question is, should I be a good sport and have him return to me in my matching white lace underwear.
She hit send and walked around his kitchen looking in the refridgerator, getting out the alcohol and mixers he did have. Her phone buzzed. She picked it up and read a message from Trevor, confused by it. A resounding big yes, but a resounding no if you're not comfortable.
She read it a few times before realising as panic set in, that the message meant for Amanda went directly to Trevor. "Fuck!," she cursed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
She started to type a few times, trying to think of something clever and witty to say. "Kill me now… this was meant for Amanda. I am so embarrassed…"
He responded seconds later, "Don't be embarrassed, your message made me smile. I want you to be comfortable. I think you're super sexy in what you're wearing but if you want to wear less, wear less. I'll be back shortly. I can't wait to kiss those flaming pink cheeks…"
Shortly Trevor arrived back, placing a bag on the kitchen counter finding Olivia still in her little black dress, scrolling her phone to find the best and easiest whisky sour measurements. She glanced up at him and gave him a wry-smile. "Hey…"
"Hey," he greeted her, shedding his jacket and putting it down over the dining table chair. "Come here…" he reached his hand out and pulled her close to him, "don't be embarrassed okay," he commanded gently, taking her face in his hands. "I want you to just feel at home with me… I know we haven't made any giant leaps physically, but, I just want you to be yourself."
"Thanks…" she murmured. He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers before letting her go.
She went back to the cocktail recipe as he pulled out all of the items. She began to work on the cocktail as he fetched her items and ingredients that she couldn't find herself. He gave her the last item for the cocktail, not being able to help but to admire how graceful she looked. He focused on her soft hands pouring the whisky in to the shaker, looking determined.
He approached her quietly, his hands shaky with anticipation circled her hips, basking in the heat that radiated from her skin beneath the soft material of the dress. He pushed her soft, sweet-scented hair to the side to expose the sensitive flesh just beneath her jaw.
He figured she liked it based on her earlier reaction. He was right, his arm around her hips and his lips upon her gave her a shiver of electricity throughout her body. He found her to be irresistible. He parted his mouth, letting his tongue taste her skin, causing gooseflesh to rise all over her shoulders. She let go of the shaker for a second, losing her senses, just wanting him to continue his sensual kisses.
His touch intoxicated her, causing heat to rise to the surface of her skin, heightened by his hands smoothing over the fabric of her dress— one gripping her hip and the other moving upward over her tummy, looking for something, searching as if he was trying to build up her feelings.
Trevor's mouth continued over her neck, a rush of feeling flooded her veins; tingling. He explored the contours of her, letting his lips leave a trail of feathery kisses, sending electricity cascading down her spine. She let out a soft moan that made his knees a little weak. He couldn't help himself, indulging himself in more of her skin as his hand mapped further and further upward until he rested at the base of her generous breasts.
Her breathing became shallow as a familiar feeling of arousal began to overpower him as each puff of air came from her mouth, trying not to react too strongly, always holding back, not wanting him to think she was too much. Finally, she thought as his large hand covered her breast.
She leaned back in to him slightly, letting go of anything on the countertop, reaching up behind her to hook an arm around his neck, reciprocating his embrace. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest as he explored her with his hand, resigning the other to do the same until both of his hands were covering her. "Shit…" he hissed, "you feel so good…"
"This feels good…" the words came dry from the back of her throat. The tips of his fingers rolled over the hardening bead of her nipple. She could barely take it.
"Do you want to press pause on the cocktails for the minute?"
She nodded, "Y-yes…"
He let go of her and reached for her hand. "Come with me…"
She followed him down to his bedroom, nervousness hitting her again. He sat down on the side of his bed and smiled at her. She made her way to him. He took her hands, pulling her between his parted legs. "You look so fucking beautiful…" he murmured.
She reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it over his head, laughing when it got caught on his glasses. It was nice to still have the laughter cutting through the seriousness of the getting intimate with him. She admired his almost smooth chest, just a little bit of body hair. He was muscular and sexy and clearly took care of himself.
"Want some help?," he asked, nodding toward her dress.
"Sure…" she replied.
Trevor stood, he reached behind her taking a hold of the toggle of the zipper and carefully pulled downward until the dress began to loosen at the front. She shimmied it forward and self consciously began to pull it down over her hips with some help. She let him push it over her thighs - her white lace lingerie set revealed with her breasts barely covered by the flimsy fabric.
"Holy shit Liv, you look … incredible," he breathed, giving her a once over, trying his best not to ogle her.
"Thanks," she murmured, aware that the hardened nipples were almost visible. He sat back down and inched up toward the head of the bed. "Come here, come and lay with me," he patted the spot beside him, sensing her nervousness, it was making him nervous too.
She did as he suggested and climbed on top of the covers beside him. "Is this okay?," he asked her, "I mean, do you feel comfortable and safe?"
"Of course I do… it's just been awhile."
"Same," he replied, "but… you have nothing to worry about, you are a 10 out of 10 in every single area of your existence," he smiled.
She chuckled. He reached over and brushed away a stray lock of hair from her face. He studied her, barely able to believe that someone who was as stunning and as kind and sweet as Olivia Benson was in his bed. He let his fingers caress her jawline, enjoying the thrill of having her beside him.
"I really like you," he told her, looking in to her eyes and then down to her moistened lips. "Like, my feelings are so strong for you…"
His hands roamed over her shoulders as he leaned in capturing her lips, kissing her tenderly as she inched closer, pressing her body flush against his, enjoying the tingle of her skin from the places his hands had found their way to.
She arched her body in to him, feeling the tips of his fingers running firm down the dip of her spine; letting out a shallow gasp. He hummed with pleasure against her mouth. He felt her hands between them and realised she was reaching for the fly of his jeans. With an arm around her, she realised he was rolling her on top of him. He did it with such ease, showing his strength. It was incredibly sexy. Within seconds, she found herself straddling him, her hair falling out of her pony tail.
He lifted his head to meet her halfway for a kiss. He couldn't help but to admire the way her breasts loomed over his chest, leaving very little to his imagination. He reached up, pulling the hair tie from her hair, running his fingers through it, letting it fall over her shoulders. "I was just trying to get these down…" she told him.
She paused, wondering if maybe he had pulled her on top of him to distract her. "Wait," she sat up a little straighter, "Trevor, is this okay with you?"
"What?," he wondered, momentarily quizzical.
"This? Are you comfortable with me being next to naked with you in your bed? I don't want you to second guess yourself. I want you to be sure."
"Oh," a sweet smile adorned his mouth. "Yes, sweetheart, I am very, very sure about this and fuck, why is it so sexy of you to ask me?!" He chuckled. "Thank you…"
She smiled back. "I just want you to be enthusiastic about this, not… conflicted."
"I'm not conflicted at all," he confirmed, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
With a mischievous look spreading across her face, she answered his question, reaching behind her and unclipping her bra and tossing it to the side, letting her breasts relax against her chest with an air of smugness about her, Trevor's eyes widened, trying not to get instantly turned on. "I'm guessing that's an enthusiastic yes," he laughed.
She laughed too, feeling a little silly. She reached up and covered her arms over her curves.
Trevor sat up, scooting back against his bed head, bringing her with him. "Don't cover 'em up…" he pulled her arms away and kissed her lips, an arm around her as his fingers trailed over the curve of her exposed flesh. His tender touch was torturous, the pad of his thumb swiped her nipple, instantly making her shoulders drop with pleasure.
She found his jeans again, unzipping the fly on his jeans, folding down the fabric. "Mmm," he moaned, the idea of her undressing him was making his erection a little difficult to ignore. He rolled her back on to her back, straddling her this time, reaching between them to push his jeans further down, allowing Olivia to help him wriggle them off. He paused, frustratedly pulling his leg out.
He turned back to her, shaking his head with a laugh. "Finally," he exclaimed. He kissed her lips. "Now," he began between more kisses, "where was I?"
"I believe you were looking with your hands and not your eyes…" she reminded him, feeling a little self-conscious, but the joy on his face along with his sensuous kisses made her relax and know that he was totally on board with everything.
"Oh, good remembering," he replied in a throaty rasp, letting his palm force her breasts softly upward with an unspoken urgency that sent a tingle down her back, his fingertips brushing along the supple skin of her chest. His movements were sluggish with his fingertips brushing against soft tissue. She arched her back, forgetting just how long it had been since she had been given any sort of pleasure that wasn't a product of her own frustrations.
His touch commanded a physical response from her; she was consumed by a desperate need to become absorbed within his presence. She realised just how constant her frustration was, of being short changed of life's little pleasures, forgetting almost what it felt like to be intoxicated by the touch of a man — one that actually cared for her; cared about pleasing her.
She let out a short gasp, extinguishing it before it turned in to a moan.
He shifted back a little, the presence of his masculine body rose above hers as he became aware of her cool hands deftly reaching between them for his own bare body. Her fingertips scraped against his chest, eliciting a tiny moan as she traced around the hardness of his own nipples; finding herself curious as to what turned him on.
He angled his pelvis against hers, knowing that she could feel his erection almost meeting with her core. She let out a sharp gasp as they momentarily aligned. Her nails grazed his skin further south, leaving burning trails in its wake.
He let a curse out as her she inserted her thumbs in to the waistband of his jocks, pushing them down over his hips and over his backside. He broke a kiss and surveyed her beautiful face. "Still good?"
She nodded, "you?"
He nodded and smiled. He kissed her lips, letting her push his underwear down until he shimmied them off at his ankles. She loved the way he was able to roll her on to her back without any effort at all, it made her giggle a little girlishly each time.
"You like that, huh?," he teased. She loved his joy, his good-humour and the big, genuine grins he gave her during their physical interactions, it filled her with confidence and the ability to not have to take it all so seriously which in turn gave her the ability to relax a little and go with the flow.
"Uhuh," she replied, her eyes finding his, trying not to visibly shiver with pleasure as she felt her white lacy panties sliding down over her hips.
"Sorry," he apologised, "you look incredible in these little underthings, but…" he sighed as if it was a great regret, "they need to come off…"
"What a shame," she replied still gazing at him, her tone oozing with sarcasm, not breaking eye contract, "what a shame we have to be naked with each other, such a damn shame," her last words clipped as she felt his fingers smoothing down the dip of her spine, eager to caress the curves of her backside. Olivia let out a gasp as his fingers bit in to her flesh, pulling her body against his. Her hips moved slowly and rhythmically of their own sheer will, grinding against his erection that began to throb with need.
"You can't-" he laughed and stammered his words, "you can't do that…"
She leaned over him, straddling him, crushing her mouth against his, ignoring his attempts to stop her hips from working against his. Her kisses her soft and passionate and her tongue arched and probed his own, both of the passion between them became obvious and too difficult to ignore.
He gently pushed her off him on to his side, "you can't," he told her breathlessly, "I have other stuff in store," he kissed her again a few times, "I want to touch you and find out what you like," he nervously told her, "I want you to get out of bed feeling like you could come back here and never want to leave…"
"Fuck," she cursed in to the air, breathing hard, "stop it, I already feel like that…"
They shared a smile.
Olivia became acutely aware of a hand smoothing along her stomach, caressing her up and getting her used to his touch. She willed him to move further south, the space between her legs aching for him. "Mmmm…" she sighed with contentment, feeling his mouth at her neck. She let her head loll a little to the side, giving him some room to leave a trail of dampness with his warm tongue. He settled in the juncture of her shoulder, swiping his tongue against her skin.
His hand caressed her outer thighs as she felt her pleasure and anticipation building. He noticed too, he noticed the way she pushed her hips toward him, anxious for him to touch her intimate spot. At last, she thought, as his hand slid between her legs feeling the heat emanating from her.
He re-found her mouth and kissed her hungrily as he caressed her, feeling her arousal, teasing and grazing his fingers along the delicate, sensitive skin, making her moan with desperation in to his mouth. She broke off the kiss, turning her head to the side, her eyes clamped shut with concentration as he studied her face for pleasure.
She breathed a puff of air as his fingers disappeared within her. She was at his mercy as she rolled completely in to her back, feeling him flanked against her side, enjoying her reaction as he began to slowly and teasingly move in and out. He planted some soft kisses along her jaw. "Does that feel okay?," he asked.
She was rendered speechless and nodded shakily. She reached for him, letting her hands find his hips until she found his erection, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, briefly admiring how he felt in her hands; his size and just how ready he seemed to be. "It's okay, love," he told her, taking her hand, kissing it. "Let me just worry about you right now…"
It was enough for her to listen to him. Her hips began to move in time with his ministrations. He changed things up, drawing circles around the bundle of nerves that made her writhe a little beneath his generous touch. She cursed out loud, moaning softly.
"I want you to come," he told her, his words pressed against her ear, almost in a whisper, "show me if you need me to do something else…" he commanded.
"Just don't stop…" she murmured.
He kissed her jaw again and continued sliding in and out of her warmth. He kissed his way down her jaw, down her neck and her collarbone, using his free hand to guide her soft breast in to his mouth. He steadied her hip, gripping on to it as his tongue swirled around her nipple and his fingers worked between her legs; her arousal pooling beneath her.
He couldn't wait to bury himself within her, his cock twitched at the very thought and the stirring in his lower stomach was beginning to turn to an ache. He suddenly became aware of her deeper breathing, almost gasps between sighs and moans. He moved a little faster, kissing further down until he almost entirely disappeared down to the foot of his bed. He took her in; the intimacy of being so close to the part of her that she was usually a little too self-aware of having a man's mouth around.
With his thumb brushing over her clitoris, Trevor swiped her opening with his warm tongue, slow at first but with each swipe, he became more eager to please, enjoying the overripe nectar from within her. He held the inside of her thighs steady as he found her pleasure with his tongue, circling it until he could tell she was about to come.
Olivia cried out loud as her body went rigid for a moment, her brain short-circuiting as every single thought disappeared before coming back slowly in flashes like electric currents shooting through her nerves and not allowing for any logical thinking or any self-consciousness. Trevor didn't stop, he continued exploring her walls with his mouth, covering her hungrily as her thighs convulsed beneath him.
Once she began to calm, he kissed his way up slow, covering her breasts briefly, tasting her skin, wrapping his tongue around her erect nipples as her brain continued to lack the ability to say anything or do anything for a few moments.
He laid beside her, kissing her cheek, letting her have a moment. He caressed her naked skin with gentleness that made her affection for him grow. "Are you okay?," he asked.
"Ye-yeah," she nodded. "Just…"
"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. Its okay if you need a moment."
She turned her body inward. Cupping his spiky jaw within her palm. "I'm just dizzy," she managed a laugh. She pressed her lips against his, still breathless.
"Did you come?," he asked, he was certain she had but he never wanted to assume.
She began to laugh, "Are you fucking kidding me?" She was shocked he even had to ask, "Trevor…" she shook her head, "I can't even think straight, I came and I came hard and it's your turn."
"Let's give you some time…" he told her, "do you really want me inside you after you've just come? Is that even going to be comfortable?"
She laughed again, "I just want to please you too…"
"Oh," he smiled, "I'm very, very pleased. Would you like to go back to those cocktails and screw it, we could make a jug and bring them back in here and hang out here and talk and whatever else takes us…"
Olivia grinned at him, "we are not going to sleep tonight until I've had the full Trevor Langan treatment," she told him bluntly, "because you deserve it… and also… I want to make you come."
"Ooooft, I am looking forward to that, let me tell you…"
She covered his hand with hers that rested on her torso. "You've got the magic touch," she told him with a long, heavy sigh. "I don't think I've come that hard for anyone else except myself…"
He rose an eyebrow, "Oh really, tell me about that."
She chuckled sheepishly. "I have a helper… I'm a hot-blooded woman, Trevor, sometimes I need some relief."
He propped his head up on his elbow and grinned at her, "that's a very sexy thought… maybe next time you need some relief you can bring your lil helper over here and we can work it out for you…"
Her cheeks turned pink as he pushed some of her hair behind her ear adoringly. "Your cheeks are warm," he remarked, "you're glowing. I feel like maybe I did something right…"
She rose an eyebrow at him, "Mmmm yeah, something… you did many somethings right here…"
"Good…" he kissed her, "I want to keep doing things right and keep making you feel good when we're alone…"
She gazed at him with starry-eyes, studying the angled plains of his jawline, his muscular, nude body — something that she could expect to see in a sculpture. "I think I'm falling in love with you," she told him quietly, immediately averting her eyes and hating herself for letting the words empty themselves out like a freshly unsealed envelope.
His breath hitched in his throat and without hesitation he responded. "I'm falling in with you too…" he matched her tone. "I know we are supposed to take it slow but I can't control how fast and hard my feelings are hitting me."
She reached up, circling both of her arms around his neck, feeling him slid his arms around her waist, drawing each other's body's near. "Me either, but… it's okay, right? We just… protect Noah and we take this at whatever pace is right for both of us?," she spoke soft and slow, letting her eyes fall upon his lips. She kissed them.
"Right… that's the plan."
He cuddled her body close to him for moment, enjoying the thrill of being naked and in love with someone as smart, kind and warm-hearted as Olivia Benson. It felt right, there was no conflicting thoughts, Lana didn't enter his mind at any point of his intimacy with her and he was glad for that, he wasn't sure how things would play out if he had to bat away feelings of guilt or even memories overshadowing the present.
Lana's memory left him alone and he took it as a sign that she was okay with Olivia, that she would have encouraged him, even. Maybe it was more a case of him consoling himself through guilt, but whatever it was, it worked. He was present with Olivia and her physical affection made him feel safe and wanted and far, far less lonely.
"Let me get you a t-shirt," he told her, "we can go and finish off those cocktails."
She let go of him and watched him get up, smiling to herself. "You have a nice ass, turn around, I didn't get to see the other side of you—I need to know what I'm working with."
Trevor gasped, "not a chance, not until we're ready to go later…"
"Hey, you got to see me, no fair!," she huffed.
He drew in a deep breath, "I don't want you to feel … disappointed because my uh…erection has gone down a little."
"Trevor Langan, I'm not going to be disappointed in your penis, I felt it…" she wasn't really that bothered that he was a little self-conscious. She expected him to pull his briefs back on, but surprising her he turned around, giving her an eyeful of his entire, naked body.
"Holy shit!" She raised an eyebrow, "you…. You have nothing to be self-conscious about… and you say you're not even fully erect…" she widened her eyes and laughed. "Wow…"
"Okay okay, stop staring, you perve," he winked.
She giggled. He pulled on his jocks and went to open his bedside drawer. "Would you like a tank top or a t-shirt?"
Olivia nodded to the shirt on the carpet, "can I put that on? Have your worn that already?"
"I wore it to bed last night…" he made a face as he picked up the white v-neck.
"I wanna wear the one that smells like my baby," she smiled softly. He felt himself turn immediately to mush. He returned the smile and handed it to her. He loved that she felt comfortable enough to be sitting up, fully naked before him.
"Can I just say…" he started, "you are so cute post-sex," he remarked, "your cheeks are glowing and you're absolutely stunning, I feel like I'm punching massively above my weight here…"
"Trev—" her cheeks flushed from his kindness, "thank you, that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me after sex," she smirked.
"It's true…" he let his words trail as he disappeared in to his bathroom for a moment. She heard the toilet flush and the tap run. He opened the door and was drinking from a glass of water. He refilled it and brought it out to her. "Here… a drink for my sweetheart."
She remembered the last time she had sex, the way Elliot had got up to get himself a drink, throwing the blanket over her like he was done — he didn't want to see her naked, he didn't appreciate her the way she internally craved. She wanted the big deal made about her, she wanted to lay cuddling him and chatting in to the early hours of the morning.
She sat up and gulped the water down until the glass was empty. He waited and accepted it back when she was done. He took the glass back to the bathroom and when he returned she had pulled the shirt over her head and was looking around for her underwear.
"Here…" he leaned over and picked up her white lace panties. He held them out for her so that she could put her legs through the leg holes as she sat on the edge of the bed, finding it so sweet that he was patient enough to help her dress. She stood up, letting his t-shirt cover her thighs, allowing him to pull her underwear up over her hips.
"Thanks…" she was grateful— the gesture was cute and thoughtful. She went to the bathroom and washed her face off a little before joining him again.
Once in the kitchen Olivia re-started the cocktails, giving orders to Trevor as he watched her make her way around his kitchen as if she had been there dozens of times before. "Baby, if we become serious… and let's say we moved in together, would you move here? Or would you want me to move in with you?," he asked.
She turned around to face him and gave him a smile. "I don't know… I guess I'd have to really talk it through with Noah before he and I agreed to anything because he'd have to be 1000 percent onboard."
"That's true," he agreed. Olivia finished adding all the ingredients to the cocktail shaker and handed it to Trevor, "I need you to give it a really good shake."
He took the cocktail shaker from her and did as he was told as she filled the jug with mint, lime and another handful of ice cubes. Once he'd shaken it up she poured it all in. "There…" she told him with satisfaction, swirling the spoon in the jug, "this should tide us over…"
"Perfect," he smiled. "You bring the glasses and I'll bring the jug of mojito."
