Thanks for waiting for this update everyone - I hope you enjoy it... 3
He headed back in to the classroom and shot off the notes to all the students. He gathered all of his things and went to his own office to grab his sandwich and salad that Olivia had lovingly prepared and headed down to his 8th grade classroom.
He set up the computer and tried to have a little bit more enthusiasm. He decided to try to make the lesson a little more fun. He ate his sandwich and locked the classroom and headed down to the administration office to the staff kitchen. There were often associated candy bars and things to buy for charity.
He found the stash with a little smile on his face and dropped a twenty in the slot and took twenty medium sized kitkats and an assortment of chips.
"What on earth are you doing, Trevor? Binge-eating?" Wendy asked him with an amused smile.
Trevor looked up and smiled at her, "I'm taking over Clarkson's math class and I need to keep these little angels engaged… so I'm trying something else."
She laughed, "Good luck, they're a rambunctious group."
"Tell me about it, thanks!," he called over his shoulder and made his way back to the classroom, dropping some of the stuff at the door. He let himself back in and shifted around the desks in to three rows and one at the front with an equal amount of snacks at the front of each row.
Happy with his handiwork, he sat down at his own desk and began to eat his salad, making sure to pause to thank Olivia for his lunch.
He only hoped his next class could be as stress free as possible.
/
"Dad, you're not gonna propose or anything, are you?" Noah asked.
Trevor laughed, "No, I'm not. Why? Would you object to that?"
Noah shook his head, "No… but I guess…" he paused and shrugged, "I would want you to tell me first, is that like- dumb?," he wondered.
"Nope, not at all, I would definitely ask you first because I want you to be okay with it when and if I do propose."
"So, maybe you won't?" Noah asked curiously, a little put out. "Because I think Mom deserves to get married, she's been waiting so patiently and I know she wants to get married. Elliot baited her for years and I remember how much fun we had looking through books for wedding plans…"
"Okay," Trevor smiled, "for the interest of assuring you, I do plan on marrying your Mom, I just need to know that she'll say yes because I don't think I could deal with a blow to the ego," he laughed.
Noah laughed too, "Dad, there is no way she would say no."
"I hope you're right… anyway, I just wanted to take her to dinner because we have to discuss and organise a few things like Lexi's birthday and her birthday and I also have a few things that I want to talk about."
"Have you made up with Raia yet?," Noah asked curiously.
"No, kiddo, I haven't actually spoken to her. I know I need to, but I'm still a little hurt and a little protective of your Mom."
"I think Raia is hurt too," Noah told him maturely, "I think she might be really sad that your ex wife is really gone from your life— the way you were sad when you realised you loved Mom so much, it makes the absence real."
Trevor turned to glance at his new son with amazement. "Listen to you," he grinned, "you are absolutely the wisest, most astute kid I know. You might be on to something— that's so intuitive of you, Noah. I'll keep that in mind when I talk to her and I'll try to go easy on her."
Noah just smiled as they pulled up at home.
/
"Oh love, are you serious, we're going to dinner?"
Trevor grinned his sinful, delicious smile that immediately made her knees weaken. "Yes, I'm about to go drop the kids off at the Carisi's and you're going to get ready and I'm taking you to a nice restaurant and we're going to have adult conversation and I'ma kiss you and struggle to keep my hands from you."
Olivia chuckled as Noah made a face walking in to the kitchen. "That's disgusting, I don't want to hear that."
"Plug your ears then," Olivia retorted with a laugh. "Okay, I better go get ready." She paused on her way to her bedroom to give Noah a hug. Trevor got Lexi's bag together and yelled a quick goodbye to Liv and headed out with the kids.
/
Olivia couldn't help herself, she opened up her group chat with Tara and Hannah and sent a selfie. She was wearing a red silk wrap dress showing off her growing boobs and her pregnant belly. "Trevor is taking me on an impromptu date tonight, does this dress look okay? Be honest, I want to look hot. There may even be a possibility of hanky-panky ;) if I look hot enough."
She waited and began to do her make up, lining her eyes and using some soft nudes on her eyelids, deepening the colour with some darker tones in the creases. She brushed her teeth and put on a little powder and some darker red tone sweep of lipstick.
Her phone chimed, with a grin to herself she picked it up. "Oh my gosh Olivia, you look stunning! You always look beautiful, even when you turned up here the other day in leggings and a cute sweater, how do you always look so stylish? If I wore the kind of clothes you wore, I'd look like a swamp rat," Tara responded.
"Don't be crazy, you absolutely would not. Thank you for the compliment…"
From limited time spent with Hannah, Olivia had gathered that out of the three of them she was the least inhibited. She was blunt and funny and unafraid of being confrontational or calling things as she saw them. "Oh hot stuff, Trevor better make a move on you, girl or else I might… Seriously though! Hit that incredibly tall sexy man of yours, you'd both be crazy not to— honestly you are both such a hot looking couple, I dunno how you keep your hands from each other."
Olivia laughed deeply as she texted her reply.
"Hahahaaha Hannah you're nuts. Though trust me, keeping my hands to myself and having to remember that there are young eyes about is a friggin' issue… love you guys. I'll let you know how the date goes. I might have to spare some details though."
She waited for Trevor to get home, texting back and forth until Tara replied,
"Don't spare the details, Olivia, we are both single and need to live vicariously through you. I hope you have a great night. You deserve it! Your dress is so nice, I can't believe how beautiful you look. I hope Trevor knows how lucky he is."
Olivia laughed at her screen and couldn't deny how happy it made her to have some girlfriends outside of work. "You girls are too much. I will let you both know how it goes later. If you don't hear from me til tomorrow, you'll know I went to sleep with a smile. What's happening with you both tonight?"
She wished she could pour herself a wine, but as she settled a hand over her belly, the urge to drink left her. It was just past the halfway point now and she was starting to will it to be over so she could meet her baby and get to know him and marvel over Trevor's newborn Dad skills.
"Not much here tonight, I'm at work, knock on wood, its actually a bit slow. I got a patient who keeps ringing his buzzer and telling me he's forgotten why he rang it. Its the hospital version of that knock-and-run game we used to play as kids… certainly no handsome, sexypants taking me out on a date. Tara, we need to get on a dating app."
Olivia laughed as a selfie came through of Hannah in her work uniform. She was pretty and Adam looked a lot like her. She was a beautiful Eurasian mix of both her father and her mother. She had model-high cheekbones and a beautiful, cheeky grin that left a dimple in the right side of her cheek.
"You look hot in that nurses outfit, put that as your dating profile pic, I'm sure you'll attract all the right type of attention," Olivia laughed to herself as she hit send.
Lastly, another pic came through and it was of Kaci and Tara cuddling on the couch. Olivia smiled. She knew how special Kaci was to Tara, they were very close— for the same reasons Noah had always been her most precious. "Kaci and I are playing a Hello Kitty game on our iPads that Grandma and Grandpa very generously gave us. I love these moments with my baby and feel grateful I get to have them without having to look over my shoulder every five seconds. Have a wonderful night, Olivia, and Hannah, Liv is right, you look like youre dating app profile ready with that photo, you gorgeous thing!"
She heard the front door opening and Ruby's scampering paws against the floorboards running to greet Trevor. She heard his voice and smiled as she made her last reply to the chat.
You guys look beautiful and cozy. I love that you are both respectively playing the same game. If I attempted to play a game with Noah, he would blast my head off in about half a second and fall over himself laughing until I throw a fit and walk away. Give that beautiful girl of yours a big squishy cuddle for me. Love you guys! Trevor's back and we're going now!
She looked up and smiled as Trevor appeared. "Ohhh, honey you look beautiful," he grinned. Olivia returned his smile, "thank you…"
He met her at the breakfast bar stool and leaned over, kissing her lips gently, smoothing his large hand over hair. "Ooooft and you smell good too," he kissed her again. He glanced down at her, his beautiful green eyes peering in to hers, "mmm let me go get changed really quickly and then we can go, k?"
"Sure, I'm ready whenever you are," she replied. "Can you put on one of your sexy little grey waist coats?"
Trevor chuckled. "I would love to wear something that you like to see me in," he answered, pausing to kiss her one last time before disappearing.
/
"Can we take a photo before we go?" Olivia asked Trevor, smiling at him in his dark blue jeans, white button down shirt that he had folded to his elbows and a charcoal waistcoat. He even had his glasses on, the ones she liked most with the clear frames. "I want to show you off to my new friends…"
Trevor laughed, "of course, but not because you want to parade me around like a piece of meat with your friends, but because we don't have enough photos together."
He came to her side as she set her phone up and slid an arm around her shoulders, smiling at their reflections on the screen. Olivia hit the button to take the photo and as if it was expected, he turned his head and pressed his lips against her temple and Olivia took another photo, her smile growing broader.
"I love you!," she told him as he nuzzled her neck, covering it with soft kisses while she continued snapping photographs.
"I love you," he murmured against her skin, his hand finding its way down over the silk of her dress until he found the swell of her belly. He pulled away with a little laugh. "Did you get your pics?"
She laughed, "yes… you silly."
She turned her head and caught a kiss that he was about to land on her cheek.
"Let's go, huh?" He pulled away, thumbing a tiny smear of lipstick below her lower lip.
"Let's go," she replied, pushing herself up from the stool, grabbing Trevor's hand. She picked up her handbag and pulled it over her shoulder as they headed out the front door.
/
Trevor pulled a chair out for Olivia in the quiet Italian restaurant. It was still early, there weren't many diners so he was happy that they were seated toward the back of the restaurant.
"Thank you, baby," she smiled as she sank down in to her seat.
He sat close to her, not quite across from her, more to her side. He preferred to be able to turn in close, their knees touching with the ability to put an arm around her or kiss her during their meal.
"I'm actually really hungry, I was sick a bit this morning," she admitted.
"Aww, are you feeling okay right now?"
She nodded.
The waiter returned with some water for the table. Trevor ordered a whisky and soda, Olivia ordered a diet coke. They looked over the menu together, Olivia scooted her chair closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He turned his head, kissing her temple. "You sure you're okay baby?," he asked.
"Yeah, I'm okay, just pregnancy tired, the usual," Olivia replied. He put an arm around her and caressed her hair, running his fingers along her scalp to the ends of her hair. It gave her little goosebumps over arms but felt nice.
"Would you like a starter? Maybe some salad?"
"Yeah… that artichoke salad looks nice?" Olivia offered, "parmesan, walnuts, balsamic, arugula—" she read.
"Sure, lets get that. Would you like pasta or pizza? Or something else?," he asked.
"I think I'm gonna play it safe with spaghetti tonight, the fresh ingredients speak to me… how about you?," she wondered.
"I think I want the sea bass… I'm not really in the mood for pasta. Maybe I'll order some of the roast potatoes too," he nodded to the bottom of the menu, "what do you think of that?"
"Sounds good," she replied.
They waited for their server to appear again and ordered everything at once.
"Soooo…" Olivia began once their order was taken, "what was it about today that motivated you to run home and organise the kids for a date?"
Trevor turned to face her and smiled and shrugged. "I had a shitty morning and I got a phone call and thought, hm, this is something I should talk to Olivia about — but I really didn't want Noah to hear about it and thought, why not have a night to ourselves? We deserve it, we're good parents."
He could tell she was focused only on what he wanted to talk about, "don't worry, it's nothing overly serious, I just wanted to get your thoughts on something…"
"Okay… so you better tell me?"
Trevor chuckled. "Well… I guess I'm feeling a little unhappy at work and I realised that I'm turning in to a bit of a grumpy teacher. Today even Sonny made a comment during the lunch break when I had 5 or so students sitting in the room because I'd held them back over some stupid notes on the board."
Olivia hid a smile, "Aww… but Trev, you can't quit your job just yet, not until I'm able to go back to work-" she felt herself start to get a swell of anxiousness.
"No, no, no…" he stopped her, "No, I'm not quitting, but I was just thinking about how when you went to my parents for the first time, they told you about me teaching first graders…"
She loved the idea of him teaching elementary school. He had the patience of a saint and he was incredibly sweet with Lexi and he'd even been so wonderful when dropping the kids back at Tara's a week or so earlier — Alice was absolutely charmed by him. "How can I forget? It made my uterus expand before we even let your swimmers roam free inside of me," she couldn't help but to joke with a smirk.
"Olivia!" Trevor hissed but began to laugh with her. "I can't believe you just said that!" They both burst in to laughter again.
"Sorry, sorry— as you were saying, yes I remember…"
"Well, I saw a part time job working for Hillside Elementary, it'd start in the new school year, I'd share a role with a junior teacher — three days a week from 8am til 3:30… and I was thinking of discussing it with John to see if I can continue on with Phys Ed department, teach two days a week still and maybe pick up some substitute shifts during the empty periods and still coach the team…"
"Wow," Olivia murmured, "you really thought it out… what do you want to do?," she wondered, "do you want to do that? I mean… what if John says its a no-go?"
"I don't want to abandon the football team and really, Noah, if I'm honest. I care about those guys on the team but I think it's just time for a change… I've been there since before Lana passed, everyone knows my business and I'm not loving the classes anymore. If John won't accomodate me, I guess I'll give it another year until Noah goes becomes a Senior and then I'll find a full time job with elementary."
"Well honey," she reached for his hand and laced her fingers within his, "I want you to be happy and I want you to do what you want to do. Did you apply for that job?"
"I sent an email of interest late last week — I didn't want to bring it up because I guess I wasn't sure if it was just how I was feeling in the moment, but I've been thinking about it ever since and today I got a call for an interview…"
She smiled, "well go to the interview, see what it's about… maybe that'll give you more clarity."
"You'd really be okay with it?," he asked, "I mean, you don't feel any particular way?"
"I feel like you deserve to be happy and I don't want you to go to work every day if you feel burned out and done with things, that will quickly turn in to a funky mood and attitude at home and I don't want that either."
"You're right…" he nodded. "Thank you Olivia, for being so supportive, I appreciate that so much. I do want you to know that whatever I do, you don't have to worry about me being able to take care of our family financially. I have a lot of savings from the past ten years…"
"Honey, that's okay," she told him, "I have money and savings too, this shouldn't all fall on your shoulders, please don't be concerned about money, I think we'll be okay and plus I have maternity time that will be paid for by the department."
"I can take care of my family," he replied, squeezing her hand.
"I know. I know you can, but you keep your money for now."
She gazed at him lovingly. She reached up, letting go of his hand and cupping his cheek in her palm. She extended herself slightly just as he realised she was making a motion to kiss him. He bowed his head, letting her lips align with his. "I love you, you're going to be the best newborn Dad and the best elementary school teacher."
A smile adorned his perfect thin lips, moistened by her soft kiss. "I love you too," he replied. She kissed him again, letting the tip of her tongue graze his, tasting the whisky on him.
She pulled away and stared in to his eyes, caressing the smooth skin of his face. He smoothed her hair, falling deep within her gaze. He could barely believe that she was his. "You're going to be a busy mama but I can't wait to do all this with you… I can't wait to marry you, Liv."
"Really? You wanna marry me?"
"Yes…" he nodded slow, "yes I'm going to marry you… I want to call you my wife- I want to be your husband."
"I want you to be my husband too," she replied softly.
Interrupting them was their dinner arriving. Olivia slowly released him and smiled at the server as he approached with all of their food.
"I kinda hope you'll be able to work it out and be an elementary school teacher, that would be so cute. What grade do you want to teach?," she asked curiously.
"I don't know…where they're still at that age where they hang on to every word and don't have a sarcastic or inappropriate response for everything," he laughed. "Can you believe today this girl…" he shook his head thinking of it, "I told them if they didn't finish what I'd put on the board, which wasn't a lot of work by the way, they would be staying back— and this little smart-aleck, calls out, 'don't threaten me with a good time'," he explained incredulously.
Olivia couldn't help it, she let out a peel of laughter, "Oh no, the little girl has a crush on her teacher…"
"No, Liv! That shit scares me when they come out with things like that, nothing is more dangerous to a male high school teacher than a teenage girl."
"Why?," she rose an eyebrow.
"Because all it takes is a silly joke among friends and rumours spread like wildfires and I really go out of my way to ensure all of my female students feel safe, that we all have boundaries and that I am never alone in a closed office with them - any kid really, not just female students."
"I mean, it sucks and that's a little sad actually, but I do understand that you have to protect yourself."
"Not just myself, but the student too… I hate that I even have to think like that - but it goes back to what Tara was saying last week about how upset she'd be if a male teacher offered her daughter a ride and I fully understand why as a mother she'd feel that way, but as a teacher and student that I owe my duty of care to, it feels a little hurtful."
Olivia nodded with understanding. "I get your feelings, but I've also seen the other side of things sweetie and unfortunately we don't know who the good guys are, we have no way of ever knowing that so we have to have that suspicion for self-preservation."
"I know," he agreed, "and I don't even disagree, like I said, if Lexi got a ride home from a male high school teacher I'd hit the fucking roof about it, so I realise I have a double standard in my head, but wow, when that student made that comment today…" he shook his head, "I met her out in the corridor and told her friends to go away and I made her understand how inappropriate what she said was and that she should never ever make a comment like that again."
"Good, I'm glad you were firm. She was probably just trying to be funny with her friends."
"Yeah, that particular class is escalating in shitty behaviour, but I do realise I was being a dick from the second I walked in the door… six months ago, I would have turned that lesson around and everyone would have left happy but I was such an asshole today."
"Everyone has their days though, sweetheart," she told him as he reached for the salad and shared some on to a salad plate for her and also some for him. "Thanks," she smiled as he added some roast potato beside the salad and some for himself. Olivia placed her napkin in her lap.
"Nah, this is different… I just have lost my love for this particular age group. Anyway, maybe I'd like to go back to first or second graders, they're pretty funny and cute at that age."
Olivia grinned, "I'd love to sit in for a lesson or two to get my fix…"
"Your fix?!" Trevor laughed, "what do you mean, your fix!?"
She laughed with him, "I would like to oggle you teaching for a few hours, preferably in the afternoon and then we could leave together for some private time—"
"Stop it!," he grinned, amused by her silliness, "Olivia Benson, you are absolutely disgusting."
She twirled some of her spaghetti on to her fork and in to the spoon, smiling as she took a mouthful, maintaining eye contact. He couldn't help but just be amazed by her cheekiness; her ability to make him feel so good about himself and so confident.
"Hmmm," he gazed at her, "you're the best… I really am lucky to have found you."
"We can thank our gorgeous boy for bringing us together, he really is the gift to my life that keeps giving," Olivia murmured.
"He is, he's such an angel of a kid," Trevor replied. "I don't think I actually even had time to discuss this much with you actually — but… when Noah came out, I didn't even check in with you to see how you felt about it all?"
Olivia shrugged as he began to cut a bite of his sea bass. "I don't feel any kind of way about it if I'm honest. I was surprised, but if I look back and connect the dots, I shouldn't have been that surprised. There were signs."
"Like what?," Trevor asked curiously.
"Like… when he first started hanging out with Adam, he showed me his pic and I just had this fleeting thought about the way he was gazing at it, I made the comment that Adam was a nice looking kid and Noah was very quick to agree— in that moment, the thought passed but I kind of brushed it off and then he started hanging out with Kaci and that really threw me off."
"I guess you're right, he never outwardly showed me any signs but if I think about our earlier conversations, he originally gave me a bit of attitude about no one knowing the real him and being so frustrated and having pent up rage— at one point I think he even cursed furiously about how he had so much inside him that he just couldn't ever talk to anyone about because then no one would like him."
"I absolutely hate that he was struggling so silently this whole time," Olivia sighed, "it's like a knife to my soul, Trev… it makes me feel like I was such a shit Mom that I missed his changes in behaviour and I should have known he was feeling like that."
"No, because his whole catch-cry all those months was that he couldn't talk to you, you had enough going on, he was trying to protect your feelings and he did so well to mask his feelings that you had zero idea, Liv, kids are so good at doing that — look at Kaci, always with her sweet, happy face, no one would have ever known that her apartment was fraught with such a high level of violence and coercive control."
"That's true…"
Olivia took a mouthful of her salad; it was so good, everything was so good. "I just want Noah to be happy and I am just so glad that he has Adam and Kaci in his life— Adam showed so much maturity and grace about him with the way he responded to what Noah did, most other teenage boys would have reacted exactly as Noah expected."
Trevor agreed. "My Dad's reaction, I think was the best," he added.
She laughed, "Your Mom retold it to me and I really did think it was funny, he only cares about whether or not Noah's potential boyfriend follows Yale."
They both chuckled together. "Priorities…" Trevor finished the food that was in his mouth and pushed around another mouthful of the perfectly cooked fish, "honestly, I was a little surprised but gosh, my heart broke when I saw how worked up he was, how scared he was that I might reject him… it made me furious with Elliot. I am just so glad that he did tell us and that now we are able to be there for him, because regardless of how much more acceptable it is to be gay now, there will still be hardships along the way and people that won't be as welcoming or as accepting and I never want him to feel that pain alone or to suffer in silence."
"That's true and bless you for that Trevor, that's truly the mark of an amazing father and Noah has chosen you for that role and although at times deep within me, I balk at how quickly he's labeled you for all the reasons that your sister said, I am glad that he has you."
"Fuck what Raia said, she can fuck off. I told her the same as what I've told you — you had no hand in Noah asking if he could call me Dad, that was all Noah. You never pushed that, you never asked that of him, shit, you never asked it of me, that was something you decided Noah needed to navigate with me and I am forever grateful for that… I feel like I became rich with you guys, first I got to have this amazing kid in my life that taught me a lot about myself and my own grief and how to feel useful again — and then you and then," he gave a little laugh, "then Lexi pretty much turned up in a metaphorical cabbage patch— and I don't believe in coincidences."
"Sometimes I get a little panicked and I feel like this is a lot and its a lot too fast for you and that maybe you'll look back with resentment."
He shook his head. "I've been ready for this for years even if I didn't know it right away. I wanted to be a father since day dot, before I even met Lana, truthfully. I always knew I wanted to get married with a couple of kids."
"I'm sorry you never got that chance with Lana," Liv apologised quietly.
Trevor shrugged, "I have a lot of things to say about that, but there's a part of me that never wants to speak ill of her, I just guess that when someone dies, there's a huge part of us that is so quick to turn them in to a hero in memory and while Lana was a very, very, very good person and a good wife, there's a whole other part of it that now looking back and reflecting on it away from my grief, I can see may not have ended up so picture perfect."
Olivia didn't quite know what to say to that.
She pushed her food around, wondering if he'd follow it up.
"Sorry, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
"No," she shook her head, "no, I get it, grief is very complex as are all human relationships."
"I think…" he hesitated for a second, "I mean, please don't think less of me for this, but I think that I was really pushed in to proposing by my sister. It's not to say that I'm sorry I married her, but maybe I would have taken a lot more time and maybe in that time we would have figured that what we both wanted was maybe similar, but we were pushed and urged so hard by what my sister wanted too."
"Do you really think that?," she asked gently, "or do you think maybe you're still really mad at Raia and maybe how you feel about me and the kids and the future we have ahead has progressed further family-wise that you feel like you have to feel more for us."
Without hesitation he smiled, "I do feel more for you guys because my capacity to love became greater when children were introduced and by the very nature of that, my ability to love you became more intense and greater because you gave me this and without you we wouldn't have this life and the love I have for our family isn't something that can be verbalised or put down on paper, Liv, do you get that?"
She nodded, her eyes glassing up. "I just don't want it to seem like I'm trying to erase your memories with Lana."
"You're not. I still have those memories of her — no one is going to take that away and regardless of whether or not she and I would have stayed together forever, or if we would have ultimately gone our separate ways after a bunch of married years, she remains stunted, she will be forever 34 and I'll continue to age and circumstances changed our ability to figure out what the future held. I still loved her, I still have a lifetime of goodness between us, I just… have different feelings now, its not love lost, its just love …. For the time and space that she and I shared, Olivia, what is here and what is now is you and my growing family. I can't live in the past, holding on to a memory."
She nodded and wiped her eyes, "And Raia knows that, she is the one who told me Raia explicitly told her in the past that if anything happened she'd want me to move on and find love and be happy."
"I know, I just still find it so…" she wiped her eyes again and laughed in spite of herself, "just all so tragic and I'm sorry that I'm crying, it's so silly, it's not even my loss."
"You're upset because my sister shook your relationship security with her bullshit and it's made you second guess some of this stuff and it's made me hold firm and have a revelation about how great my feelings are invested in this. So, in closing, Olivia, eat your dinner because it's going to get cold and Raia can fuck off…" he couldn't help but to smile with good humour.
Olivia couldn't help but to laugh as she sniffed and looked back down at her food, twirling more of her spaghetti on to the fork and in to her mouth. "I love you," she continued to chuckle.
He leaned over and kissed her temple. "I love you too, silly."
/
"I know it's probably not gonna happen tonight because it's getting late and we have to get the kids, but … please can we have like… an hour somewhere to have sex?" Olivia asked as if he would have to be convinced.
He laughed as he turned the corner in his car. "Why do you ask that like it's a chore for me?"
She turned, smirking at him. There was something so gorgeous about him driving that did things to her, perhaps it was how beautiful his profile was - the chiseled jawline that was sometimes more pronounced, usually when he was concentrating. She reached over, resting her hand on his knee. "I don't know… I love our sex life, but I prefer when we aren't just trying to rush through in case Lexi wakes up."
"Ah, you want an event," Trevor smiled, staring straight ahead, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Olivia laughed, "well I mean, there doesn't have to be balloons, cake and sparklers, but… more than 20 minutes to just kind of set the mood, I guess and enjoy some kissing and you know… the other nice stuff too."
"Okay, I got you," he nodded, "I would actually love that too. Watch me absolutely enrage my sister again when Mom and Dad come visit next weekend-"
"Yeah, I'm not waiting til next weekend," Olivia replied bluntly. "I can't wait that long, I have needs — don't you have needs?"
He couldn't help but to laugh, "well I thought maybe we could have a little top up during the week and then plan something when Mom and Dad can stay with the kids."
"Nope," she shook her head, a little bit of embarrassment washing over her. "I don't want to have to beg, if you don't really feel like it's a priority, then that's fine," she started to feel disappointed that he wasn't as sold on the idea of taking some physical time as she was. "I'll work it out."
"No, no, no, wait… that's not what I meant," he shot back quickly as she retracted her hand from his thigh that had been absently caressing him, slowly giving him restricted jeans. They pulled up in a side street at the Carisi's apartment block. Olivia went to get out of the car but he reached over and stopped her. "Wait," he said again a little firmer.
She sighed and sat back in her seat and stared ahead as he took his phone out. He called Sonny's number.
"Hey…" Amanda answered, "how's dinner?"
"Great," Trevor replied, "just checking in, we don't want to burden you with our kids for too long."
"Don't be crazy, sorry but we let Lexi stay up a little later, she was having a great time with Billie and Samantha. She's asleep now. What's happening?"
"Not much, not much… just finishing up dinner."
Olivia was making gestures at him. He turned to her and pressed his finger to his lips. "We could come and get the kids now-"
"Oh? Really? It's not even late…why don't you guys go and spend some time together, you're already dressed up nicely, the kids are totally fine. Jesse and Noah are finishing the dishes and then we're gonna watch a movie…"
"Are you sure?," Trevor asked, "Olivia is making arm gestures at me."
"Put me on speaker," Amanda suggested. Trevor laughed and pressed the loud speaker button.
"You're on speaker now," he informed her.
"Hey Liv, Trevor told me you're making obscene gestures at him…" she managed a laugh at her friend.
"I am not, we'll come and get the kids, you don't have to babysit, you guys rarely get a day to yourselves."
"Lies," Amanda replied, "We have Saturday and Sunday off too— go and spend some time together, you'll return the favour at another time, I know you will."
"Wellllllll, what about if you guys have a date or something tomorrow night." Trevor suggested.
Amanda thought for a moment, "Actually, that might be kind of perfect," she replied. "Okay that sounds good, go home and I don't know… watch a movie or you know, other stuff."
"Okay Amanda, that's enough, I don't want my kid to hear how disgusting you are," Olivia replied with a laugh. "We'll text when we're on our way to pick up the kids or text us when you're done being a good aunt and uncle."
"Don't be stupid your kids are angels compared to mine. Ok kids, enjoy be safe. I'd say don't get pregnant, but you know…."
"Bye Amanda," Trevor laughed, hanging up. He turned to Olivia, "okay, let's go home and see what fun we can have there without any children."
/
Trevor let the apartment door shut and watched Olivia make her way down the hall to the kitchen-dining area. They both paused to greet Ruby who went right back to her warm bed in Noah's room where she all but lived since he'd moved in.
"Are you okay?" Trevor asked. She'd been a little silent from her best friend's apartment.
"Yeah," she smiled weakly at him. He wasn't stupid, he knew it was a lie. She made her way in to the kitchen and grabbed a clean glass and poured a juice. She took a big mouthful before setting it back down. Trevor came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. Olivia let her eyes close and let out a sigh. "Trev, you don't have to-"
"I don't have to what?," he asked, making no effort to let go.
She gently shrugged him away. "Don't- I feel stupid and I'm not in the mood now."
He frowned and released her, "are you serious?," he asked, surprised, "Olivia, what's going on?"
She turned around, looking at him, tension filling her face. "I felt like we had such a lovely dinner, we had a really good heart-to-heart and it made me realise how much I loved you and I was feeling happy and I guess, free. I felt zero self consciousness to tell you how much I wanted you and…" she crossed her arms and broke eye contact, "you just weren't as enthusiastic and wanted to put me off for potentially two weeks… and I forgot myself and realised that I was almost begging you and it made me feel … desperate and gross."
"Oh, honey, that's not—" he softened. He closed his mouth and started again, "come with me…" he took her hand and guided her to their bedroom. Olivia went along, unsure of what he was going to do — whether or not he was going to try to initiate something between them or if he was going to try to apologise."
"I am incredibly excited about having time with you. I don't usually hear you being so overt with what you want, it took me by surprise, but not in a bad way. I was laughing because I was in disbelief over how the fuck it was that I got a woman that's so … cool and fun and beautiful and open with me."
She stared at him, unsure.
"Put that lower lip away," he smiled sweetly at her, "I said when my parents got here because I was thinking on my feet and I really couldn't think up any other options in the moment, it isn't to say I don't want to spend a couple of hours with my gorgeous woman alone…"
"Okay," she said quietly.
"Ok?"
She nodded.
"And trust me, I have been thinking about this more intensely than I care to admit," he took her hand and pulled the door half closed, realising he didn't need to bother. "I am so sex starved that all it took for an erection earlier was your hand on my leg…" he added.
She finally laughed.
"So… what'll it be first? A nice long hot shower together and I can soap you up real nice?"
"No… you can have a shower if you like, I just actually need to quickly go and put the food I made for Lexi away or else I know I'll forget about it. I'll make you a drink and I'll meet you back in here in ten minutes."
"Really?" Trevor laughed, "you want to do kitchen chores?"
"I will forget, I meant to do it before we left but I got caught up texting with the girls… I promise it'll only take a few minutes. Just have your shower, relax," she told him, "I'll get you a whisky." She knew he usually got home and showered immediately, he explained it helped him transition from work mode to home mode.
"You're the one that needs to relax," he teased her. She laughed as she went to pass him.
"Hey, come here…" she turned back to him and he took a step to her and leaned over to kiss her lips. "I'm going to make our time useful tonight," he promised; the words sending a little shiver through her.
"Me too…" she murmured, "I've got something in mind…"
A smile spread across his lips, "Ok hurry, I'll be 10 minutes."
/
Olivia only took a few minutes to put away the food she'd prepped for Lexi's dinners. She made her way back to the bedroom and picked up her phone to text Amanda. "Hey, thank you for looking after the kids…. I really needed this time."
She untied her dress and hung it up and heard her phone beep. She checked it. "You're welcome. Be sure to have some meaningful and deliberate sex, my friend. I am going to be making sure I cover all my bases with Sonny tomorrow. Take as long as you need, you know Sonny and I are night owls. Love you!"
Olivia smiled and put her phone on silent.
She glanced at herself in the mirror— she wore a neon-green, lacey lingerie set that wasn't really something she'd ever considered buying for herself until Trevor had seen it over her shoulder while she was doing some online shopping. It complimented her skin tone and she wasn't entirely unhappy with how she looked in it. The cups held her breasts high with a plunging cleavage, supporting the heaviness of her pregnancy boobs.
There wasn't much of the bottoms, with a lace g-string and another narrow bit of fabric covering the front of her that she wasn't able to see unless she was looking in the mirror.
She opened the sliding door of her ensuite bathroom and stared at him, waiting for him to notice her. He turned around, rinsing his hair before finally opening his eyes. He did a double take. "Wow," he murmured from behind the shower screen. "You got the neon green… it looks so good on you!"
"Thanks," she smiled, doing a little turn, "you like it?"
"Ooooft, Olivia, look at that butt…go get in to bed and wait for me, I'm just about to dry off."
"As you wish…" she replied. She had an idea that was going to take almost all of her courage, but she wanted to be as free as he promised he enjoyed. She sat on the edge of the bed and rummaged through her bedside drawer at the back before she found what she was looking for. She took it out of the small pouch and ran her fingers over it, wondering if it was a dumb idea.
She took her hair out of the up-do and laid back beneath the covers, pulling them off of her. With a deep breath and as much confidence as she could summon, she turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting. The excitement of seeing his face capture her in a vulnerable state was enough to make goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin. She found herself caressing her own bare skin, pausing to let her fingertips brush over the softness of her breasts.
She dragged the silicone vibrator over the soft skin of her thighs, quickly building some arousal. "Trev? You should probably be faster…" she called out with a little smile.
He appeared in the doorway with a towel around his waist; his hair wet from the shower. The shock on his face silenced him for just a beat, "Liv…" his voice trailed off, his throat dry and his dick, immediately erect. "Wow…"
She felt his eyes burning holes in to her skin, not daring to look away in case he missed anything. He watched her hand languidly find the inside of her own thighs, caressing herself and letting herself get used to the vibrations sending pleasure waves everywhere but where her body called for it the most.
He took a few steps in to the room before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "You look hot…" he murmured, He rested a hand on her thigh. "Do you want me to take over?," he wondered. "Or can I just watch?"
She smiled at him, relief flooding her as she realised he was in to it. "Whatever you want," she shrugged. He let his eyes indulge themselves, lingering all over her, following the path of her toy, letting her hand disappear beneath the lace of her panties.
Trevor let out a puff of air, unable to contain himself. "Okay—" he cleared his throat, "okay, no, no, you better hand that over to me…"
Olivia chuckled softly. He held his palm open, waiting to receive it. She passed him the small, silicone toy. He examined it for a moment, taking the moment in - wondering just how it was that she had become so open and so honest with her physical being. He loved that she was able to trust him enough to try something a little fun and different.
"Is this new? For us?"
"mmmm…" she glanced at him, her dilated pupils staring up at him through her thick eyelashes. "It's not new, I just haven't needed it for awhile now…"
A little smile crossed his mouth. "Well, we don't need it, but it won't hurt to add it to the bag of tricks once in awhile— like now," he added. He glanced down to her underwear, her land lay stationery beneath the fabric, "or for you to show me what you like…"
"You already know what I like," she replied, "I was just getting a little impatient waiting for you in that shower…" with her free hand she reached for the hem of the towel, "maybe you should get rid of this and get in to bed with me…"
"Maybe," he stood up and untucked the white towel from his still, slightly-damp body and tossed it to the floor; his erection springing to life from their bold conversation. He heard a soft moan purr from her pretty mouth as could almost predict the second that she had slipped a finger inside of herself.
"Fuck, Olivia," he couldn't help but to chuckle at his good fortune of being able to watch the woman that he loved pleasure herself. "I need to be able to at least see what's going on…"
She stared looked at him, capturing his gaze. He saw a flicker of vulnerability; a little self-consciousness pass through her. He circled the bed and laid down beside her, kissing her softly on the lips. The warmth of his body close made her smile and his gentle kisses made the the the brief self-consciousness fall away.
Trevor felt her body relax as she slowly melted in to another kiss, hungry for him. Her lips were always so soft and he liked to kiss her tenderly, it seemed to be the kind of way she liked, using his tongue sparingly until her body demanded more of him — he knew the tell-tale signs now.
"Is all this okay?," she murmured a little vulnerably as he broke the kiss. She wasn't going to ask, she wasn't going to be that assurance-seeking partner that she'd always been in the bedroom, but as things began to progress, she wondered if it was too much of a leap for him.
He propped himself up on his elbow and smiled warmly at her, leaning over to press his lips lingeringly upon hers. "Yes, absolutely yes," he replied quietly, reaching up to caress her hair as he noticed she had removed her hand from beneath the fabric of her underwear, possibly self-consciousness spreading throughout her. "You look hot and I love when you know what you want and how you want it…" he kissed her again, "and aren't afraid of letting it be known."
"Okay-" she replied, her eyes searching his.
"But… you're overdressed for this occasion— as much as I love the lingerie," he added. She loved nothing between than his hands sliding beneath her body as she arched her back so he could unsnap the clasp of her bra. She felt it coming loose from her shoulders. He smiled as he tossed it aside and moved on to her underwear, tugging on the elastic until she lifted her backside- peaking her knees to the sky, pressing her legs together until she felt them being pulled over her feet.
"That's better," he added with a happy sigh, dropping them to the side of the bed, "much better," he kissed her. "Now… tell me more about what you want—" she lifted her head to give him one of her sensual feather-light kisses.
"I just want you," she purred quietly, her face turning a deeper shade of crimson in the low lights of the bedroom. "I just haven't stopped being able to think about you all day…" Olivia knew she wasn't always so forthcoming with her desires, but she could tell by his erection and the way his own eyes dilated with arousal, that he was happy to be hearing about it.
Trevor, she thought, her sweet man always made her feel safe in the bedroom; safe enough to lose her inhibitions and open up to him emotionally and physically on a different plateau than what she was used to, intensifying their intimacy. "Actually…" she spoke slow, eyeing him as her fingertips ran over her stomach, "for a few days now."
"Yeah?," he let his eyes linger over her hips; the way that her fingers danced over her own skin. His throat was dry. He swallowed hard.
"I've been thinking about you touching me," she told him as her hand inched back down further and further, "putting your hands all over me," her other hand slid back up and over her chest, covering one of her soft, silky breasts, "inside me…"
He let out a sigh as he watched two fingers disappear. He rested his head upon her shoulder. "Fuck… you should have told me, I would have been happy to oblige you," he murmured.
Her eyes were shut as she explored herself slow and sensually. Trevor wanted to join her with his hand but did everything to just watch for the moment, it was too sexy for him to interrupt. "I just want to feel your tongue tasting me," she confessed, opening her eyes, composing herself.
He found the vibrator that he'd let go of between them. "And this?," he asked, "what do you want me to do with this?"
"I'll let you be creative for that one…" a small, almost inebriated smile crossed her lips.
Trevor let his eyes linger over the toy for a moment, figuring out how it switched on, letting the intensity of the settings run through before he found the softest one. "Creatively speaking," he cleared his throat smirking at Olivia, "I'm going to make you come… It'll happen slowly, but it'll be worth every second.
"Well good… I hope you're good for that promise."
He cocked his head with reproach at her playful teasing. "Well, first of all, keep doing what you're doing, because it looks like you're enjoying that…" he told her, reaching out to touch her, letting his own hand smooth over her soft skin, caressing her the way he had watched her caress herself with her fingertips.
"Mmmm that's nice," she told him; enjoying the touch of his hand that explored her body and her curves as though he hadn't done so before. He planted a soft kiss on her jaw. He slid his hand down her arm, following the path of her wrist until he rested his hand over hers that covered her core. "Do you want to take over?," she wondered.
"No," he kissed her lips, "I just wanted to feel how much you're enjoying this," he smiled, kissing her again. He didn't really need to touch her to feel her arousal, he could see it for himself. He gently massaged the inside of her thighs, starting on one side and moving to another before letting his fingertips dance along her skin.
Olivia let out a strangled moan from the back of her throat, his touch almost a little too much for her. "There's no one home, baby," he reminded her, "you don't have to keep quiet… you can make as much noise as you like."
He picked up the vibrator and turned it back on to the lowest setting.
The first touch of it against Olivia's skin made her almost jump from the mattress in a jolt of desire. He guided it lightly around her lower tummy, tracing it further down to her thighs, drawing patterns with it, avoiding the part where she wanted to feel it the most. She called his name with the intent of requesting something of him, but the rest of the thought extinguished with the soft vibrations that spread throughout her pelvis. She pushed her fingers further within her wet folds, involuntarily rolling her hips.
"Steady…" Trevor warned her, "be patient…"
She chuckled breathlessly. The desire to feel the vibrations inside of her or to have him circle her sensitive bundle of nerves was overriding any sense of wanting to be patient.
He understood her desperation, he could see it in the way that her body tried to angle itself toward the toy. He laid an open mouthed kiss upon her jaw, making his way up to her ear, planting small kisses over it until she turned her head, allowing him more room. "Mmmm, you smell so good," he remarked.
Reminding her of his own arousal was the feel of his erection pressing in to her thigh. She let her spare hand reach down, wrapping itself around his thick cock. He groaned in her ear in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. He took her hand and pushed it away, "uh-uh, this is about you right now," he protested. He was enjoying playing the game of patience with her, seeing how long it would take as he made large circles around her thighs with the toy. Her face was laced with concentration and need.
"You want more of this don't you?," he asked, drawing the vibrating toy closer to her clitoris, letting it rest just above her opening.
"MMmhmm…" she nodded .
He smiled to himself, "Well… good things and waiting and all of that," he replied, dragging it away again.
Olivia cursed with frustration. "Fine, give it to me then, I'll do it." She attempted to grab it from him. He laughed at her desperation and took her hand within his, "No, this is for me to enjoy doing to you, let me do this…" The tone of his voice was enough to convince her. She released her grip with reluctance and allowed him to continue teasing her with the vibrations that were slowly but surely sending her a little crazy.
"I'm so ready for you," she tried to bargain, "I'm so wet for you," she added.
"I know," he smiled, kissing her, "I can see, and it's so fucking hot, Olivia…"
She bit her lower lip as vibrator tracked its way close to her aching core; but he veered it away at the last second.
"Fuck!," she cursed but let it turn in to a soft, sexy laugh that convinced him she'd probably waited long enough. "Trevor, come on, please…" Her voice was low and full of desire for him. "I need you," she whimpered.
Taking pity on her, he finally gave in, gliding the toy over her warm centre that was slick with need. Olivia moaned loudly as the vibrations directly hit the sensitive nerves, shooting tiny bursts of pleasure between her legs, creating a ripple effect over the rest of her body. Trevor moved the toy in slow circles, enjoying her coming apart at the seams, falling in to the abyss of pleasure.
"Is that okay?," he asked, not wanting it to be too much.
"Yes," she nodded shakily, barely able to speak, "just like that…"
He continued to keep up with the same consistent circles, reminding her to breathe slowly and deeply when her breathing quickened. He increased the speed, recognising that she was close. "Let it go, baby…" her thighs were beginning to tremble and her fingers found their way in to her wet folds again, doubling her pleasure.
It was almost like he'd lost his mind, wondering where this version of Olivia came from — perhaps it was that she finally felt more confident with him, that she felt safe and was able to be free of all of her inhibitions finally. Without missing a beat, he pushed her hand away and took over for her. "Relax…" he told her, slipping his fingers inside of her, curling them as he intensified the circles around her clitoris with the the second highest setting.
Her back arched with pleasure as the vibrations rippled through her entire body, making her dizzy and blank from the feeling that engulfed her - she was barely able to function; speak, think, talk. Instead, she focused on Trevor's advice to taking long, slow deep breaths but as the vibrations eased off and the orgasm continued to shake her body in a way she hadn't experienced for a very long time — and certainly not from another man— she found herself moaning with pleasure without realising it.
Trevor eased off with the vibrator, putting it aside and continued to stroke her tenderly as her body slowly, but surely recovered from the kind of orgasm he hadn't witnessed her having before. He felt accomplished and happy that she was crashing through the pleasure; she deserved it, she was worth it and he loved that he could do that for her. He kissed her cheek, making a trail all the way to her lips. Her lips parted and her tongue welcomed him with eagerness. She kissed him with passion, the last bit of pleasure before her body felt depleted. Eventually, exhausted she pulled away from him, needing to catch her breath.
He caressed her face as she turned to him, her eyes full of satisfaction. "Hey…"
"Mmmm?"
"I love you, I hope that's exactly what you needed from me…"
She smiled and leaned to kiss him again, letting the tip of her tongue taste his. "It was," she told him after pressing her lips together, ending the kiss. "It was exactly what I wanted. Thanks for … indulging me."
He returned her smile. "Anything for you, you know that… whatever you want, all you have to do is tell me and you don't ever have to hold back."
"Neither do you…" she murmured. "As soon as I recover, I'm going to return the favour."
"Well… you don't have to, I wanted to make this about you, that's my choice. You don't always have to do something in return," he replied, gathering her in his arms and pulling her close to his chest, embracing her. "I enjoyed myself all the same."
"Yeah but… there's something really hot about feeling you come inside me or… wherever."
He chuckled as she circled her arms around his neck. "That's how I feel when you come, so don't worry too much about me for now."
"Do you have… any fantasies or anything you might want from me?"
He thought about it for a moment, trying to be as honest as he could. "I don't know, no one's actually ever asked me about that, truthfully…"
"Think about it… I'm happy to indulge you."
"Actually, if I'm being completely honest, I have thought of you hand cuffing me before; you're in your uniform and you read me my rights and … you know, maybe a little soft roleplaying. Maybe it'd feel stupid, I don't know, I've never done anything like that…" he thought out loud.
Olivia smiled. "Hmm, so cop uniform, you want like the NYPD button down top, the flat hat and the handcuffs… maybe the baton to keep you in line?"
He laughed, "Well… no, I think I can do without being clubbed."
They both laughed, "I'd never club you, silly… Hmm okay, I like that fantasy, I like the idea of cuffing you to the bed and being able to do whatever I want to you…" she winked.
"Oh, don't make me regret my words—" he joked.
"Nah, you're safe with me," she promised.
"Actually, I thought of another… I don't know how this grabs you but… the idea of having sex somewhere that isn't at home is kind of hot to me." He paused, "don't get me wrong, I don't want to get caught, I'm a teacher and you're a copy, but just somewhere that's in a safe place where it's spur of the moment and we're taken by the circumstance."
She smiled, "I'm glad you said you didn't want to get caught because the idea of being caught having sex somewhere terrifies me; but that, love, that is a perfectly nice fantasy… does the idea of getting a blow job or something somewhere turn you on?," she wondered.
"Oh yes," he laughed, "very much…"
She laughed too. "Ok, okay, good to know…" She caressed his shoulders lovingly, her heart rate still calming from after-dinner delight he'd treated her to. She smiled to herself, proud for taking a step forward with him even if she hadn't been entirely sure and it had been more bravado than confidence to begin with.
"Why don't we have a shower and I can take you to get some ice cream or dessert and then we can maybe go get the kids," he suggested.
"Yeah? You wanna leave he house with me again?"
He chuckled, "Why wouldn't I? I love leaving the house with you… people look at me like, 'what a lucky man!'"
She grinned at him and shook her head at his corniness. "OK, well, you just had a shower, but I'm sure you don't mind coming in there and holding me or helping me wash my back," she winked.
"I'm sure," he replied.
/
Olivia didn't bother trying to save her hair from getting wet. She jumped right under the spray - it was hard to avoid while showering with her 6'5ft boyfriend. She felt his hands on either side of her face, swiping beneath her eyes. "Don't open them, I don't want you to get make up in them," he warned her. He reached for a wash cloth and a little tiny bit of soap to smooth the dark smudges away.
"Is it gone yet?," she asked, the water pouring down her face, dripping from her lips.
"Just a second…" he used the other end of the cloth, wiping the rest of the mascara gently from her lashes until it was gone.
"There…" he told her, "I hope that's okay." She reached up to push the shower head out of the way. She blinked her eyes open slowly and smiled at him.
"Thank you." He leaned over to kiss her softly. He wrung the cloth out and hung it up and kissed her again, lathering his hands up in body wash, beginning to spread it liberally over her shoulders, making fast work of cleaning her.
Goosebumps rose on the surface of her skin as he created a lather over her chest, paying special attention to her plump breasts. She didn't mind, it felt nice; relaxing and a little pleasurable too. She noticed that slowly but surely his erection was returning. She felt his hands over her backside, grabbing her flesh before pressing his lips against hers, pushing her back against the cold tiles.
"Argh!," she yelped, "that's freezing, Trevor!"
He laughed wickedly, "Sorry love, sorry…" he picked up the shower head and rinsed the wall behind her so the warmth wouldn't would calm the shock she felt from the tile freeze. He kissed her again after hanging the head back up in the cradle. He felt her hand reaching down to grip his member.
"Ahh…" he grinned at her, kissing her again, running his fingers through her wet hair, enjoying the feel of her hands, a little soapy, sliding back and forth over him. "Liv-" he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, "its okay."
"I know its okay," she replied with a little smile, leaning in, taking his lower lip between hers and kissing him. She pulled away briefly before recapturing his mouth, allowing him to kiss her hungrily, filling her mouth with his tongue.
"Mmmm…" she moaned from the back of her throat, exploring him slowly, making sure he was hard as a rock for her. She turned her head, feeling an arm linking around her waist, "I want to feel you inside of me," she told him.
"Yeah?," he panted, his back arching, feeling her thumb swiping the head of his erection.
"Uhuh…"
He let her rinse the soap from their bodies as he kissed her hungrily and with great urgency. All he could think about was sliding himself deep within her, hoisting her up against those tiles and fucking her til they both came. His thoughts engulfed him.
She could feel his urgency and desire growing with each hungry kiss. There was silence between save for the cascading water from the shower head and their labored breathing. She let go of his erection and explored the rest of his body the way he was doing for her, his hands all over her now, turning her body back in to a pool of arousal for him.
She moaned in to his mouth softly, as she reached down, gripping him again, squeezing his shaft gently, breaking the kiss to make eye contact so that she could show him how much she craved him. She knew immediately that he was feeling the same; thinking the same.
They were always on the same page.
He pulled her body flush against him and kissed her beneath the warm water, sliding his hands down til they grabbed the flesh of her ass. He hoisted her up with ease. The cool tiles against her back didn't seem to bother her much this time; perhaps she was too taken by the head of his penis at her opening, her arousal escalating as he teased her for a moment, making sure she was ready.
"Do it," she spurred him on, "fuck me…"
He grinned at her, gripping her hips as they locked eyes. He pushed himself inside of her, filling her up with one thrust. Olivia's fingers bit deeply in to the back of his shoulders as she held on tight, arching her back to take him in.
The sound of a growl from the back of his throat made her lose her breath for a second; she tightened around him, feeling overwhelmed by the way he angled himself within her, enjoying the way that their bodies felt; as if they fit together.
She groaned with desire, wanting him to move deeper and faster to satisfy something buried within her.
Her sudden urgency fueled his own desire as he pulled out of her and thrust again and again, the sound of her heavy breathing and whimpers each time he plunged in to her echoed in the shower recess. "Is that okay?" he asked, making sure he wasn't hurting her.
She nodded, "y..yeah, you can go faster…"
He picked up the speed and thrust deeply in to her wetness. Her moans of pleasure he hit deep inside of her was enough to bring him to the edge. He could feel the tell-tale signs of her orgasm creeping up on her, the way her muscles contracted around him, her breathing quickened to a pant.
Olivia could feel every inch of his skin moving in and out of her, the thick end of his member hitting her in that spot that almost made her body limp from the pleasure each time; it rendered her useless and engulfed her as the feeling built up with each flick of his hips.
She tried to speak but her ability to use words were extinguished by him bringing her to the very edge of an orgasm. He pressed his hand against the shower wall, working faster and harder, grunting as he used every ounce of energy that he had. He was so close. The sensation of his thick head rubbing against her clitoris finally sent Olivia over the edge, her body contracting, taking him with her as she moaned loudly.
She could feel him coming too, his cock burying within her with a bunch of tiny thrusts that his body had no control over; her own was shaking with ecstasy.
Trevor tried his best to catch his breath as he planted kisses over her face; her cheeks, her neck and her wet, agape mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, her legs were still fastened behind his thighs. He felt such relief and contentment as he rested his forehead against hers as their orgasms began to subside.
"You okay?," he asked softly, lifting her chin so that she could look in to his eyes. He pushed some wet hair back off her face, slicking it back.
"Yeah," she smiled, looking breathtakingly beautiful with her bare-face and the smattering of freckles across her cheeks. "Very, very good… you?"
"Very, very good," he repeated with a kiss.
Reluctantly he pulled out of her, letting go of her waist as she slid back down on her feet. She leaned back against the wall for a moment as Trevor surveyed her beautiful flushed skin and post-sex glow that adorned her cheeks.
He grabbed the shower head and washed himself off and passed it to her while he lathered himself, allowing her some time to steel herself and calm right down.
She washed herself too, doing what he had started to do with the bodywash before things took a left turn. "Thanks Trevor, for tonight… I didn't really know how badly I needed this— not just sex but… that intimate time alone, dinner, physical space from a toddler and an equally needy teen," she flashed him a smile.
"But I know you wouldn't have it any other way."
"I wouldn't — but honestly, time with you alone should also be a priority, it's just that sometimes after a day of being Mommy and cuddled and cried on and peed on or pooped on, it's just hard to want to stay away long enough to enjoy our time together."
"I know," he understood, "And sometimes I bring work home with me and because I want to give you some time for yourself, I end up with the kids and not doing my homework til they go to sleep. I'll try harder to get my work done at work…"
"I don't mind," she replied, "I just meant that— it's a whole thing, you know? the dating part of us, we still need that, I think we should always need that. It doesn't always have to be sex, but it should be intimate time away from the kids where we have adult conversations and get to spend time together just … being, you know?"
"Yeah, I understand. I've got you. I'll make sure we do that more, I promise."
"Me too," Olivia replied, "it's not always on you, baby. I'll make an effort too."
"Okay," he paused to kiss her. "Why don't you finish up in here? I'll go get dressed and clean up in the bedroom and then we can go for ice cream or whatever you want."
"Sounds perfect. Thank you." She leaned in to kiss him lingeringly, letting her tongue fill his mouth, swirling around his before reluctantly breaking it.
He smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too," Olivia replied.
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Olivia waited for Trevor who was using the bathroom. She didn't want to order her ice cream without him so she took a seat and looked at all of the flavours before deciding upon Dulce de Leche. She knew Trevor loved Rum & Raisin or Pistachio flavour which she never could understand, she hated the taste of raisins.
She flicked through her phone, looking at the messages that Hannah and Tara were sending while she'd had her phone silenced through dinner and their privacy at home. She chose two of the photos she'd taken with Trevor earlier — a big grin on her face, while his nose was pressed against her neck, planting a kiss and the other an arm around her as they both smiled.
Waiting for Trevor. He's in the bathroom— we're getting ice cream and then we're walking to my friend's place to pick up the kids to go home. It's been such a great night.
She glanced around to see if she could see Trevor coming. She glanced back down at her phone and saw a message pop up.
[Hannah] Holy shit Olivia, did you know how good you both look? You both look like you could be on the cover of a magazine, no shit, you're both stunning creatures.'
[Tara] Hannah isn't wrong, fuck! I don't know how you always pull up looking like you haven't spent a single second on you appearance. Give me some of those genetics.
Olivia laughed and hit reply, you guys are crazy but thank you, that's pretty much the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me — Trevor is model material, to think he's wasting his talent being a high school teacher, worrying himself stupid about our kid's futures. So hey, we are going to be holding a birthday party for Lexi in three weeks, I will send out some invites but I hope you guys will be able to make it and the kids are obviously invited.
[Hannah] I'll be there, I just need to know the date and I will make sure I'm not working.
[Tara] Count Kaci and I in. We'll be so happy to be there and celebrate your beautiful little girl's big day — she deserves it.
Liv grinned at the screen, happy to be developing a little group with the women that she instantly felt a connection with.
Feel free to bring your parents too if you would like, Tara, the more the merrier — whatever you need to make you feel comfortable.
She felt Trevor's hands on her shoulders as she locked her phone. He kissed the top of her head. "Ready to order?"
"Sure am," she stood up, smiling at him.