The hum of the airport was a steady buzz in Olivia's ears as she navigated through the crowd, rolling her suitcase over the polished floors. The excitement of her New Year's trip to the Bahamas bubbled within her, a feeling she had allowed herself to embrace fully, for once, without the weight of responsibility tethering her to reality.
She had been thrilled about this trip for weeks, front the moment she got the message from the unknown number she knew all too well. It had been hard shielding her excitement, a grin seeming to slip out when she thought about what to pack, how much to wear, or even how little she needed to wear. She can hear Fin's voice drifting in again as she remembers the look on his face as he catches her smiling at her phone. "Is that a secret boyfriend?" he asked, the usual teasing lilt in his voice.
She laughs now as her footsteps glide across the airport floors to her gate. The memory of him listing names even including Cassidy in the lineup of mystery men she could be sneaking away with. She could deny the accusation of the person but she couldn't deny the statement.
If only he knew the truth.
The journey through security was seamless, a surprising relief given the holiday rush. As she stepped onto the plush carpet of first class, another little surprise she allowed herself, her heart pounded harder. The luxury of privacy—another indulgence that made this trip feel even more like something meant for her alone. Something not dictated by work or obligation but by desire.
The stewardess guided her down the aisle, but Olivia was barely aware of her surroundings anymore. Her body warmed in anticipation, a familiar, comforting heat settling deep in her chest. When she reached their seats, she finally let herself look up.
And there he was.
Elliot.
A secret she had cherished, nurtured, and kept hidden away for years.
Their eyes met, and just like that, all the tension and any unsaid words left between them melted into a single moment. A weekend away, a bubble where they didn't have to think about anything else. She didn't have to think about the complications of loving a man who still belonged to another.
This thing between them has been happening since 5 months after he left.
The first call she got from him was heavy, I mean what could one expect after your partner for 12 years just puts his papers in and ignores the calls you left? Upon answering the first ring, she let him have it. Getting all her hurt and anger out for how he left.
It wasn't until she felt the tears streaming down her face that she calmed and he was finally able to speak. Asking the simple question that changed everything. "Can we meet?"
She should have said no. But her heart had never been good at resisting Elliot Stabler.
That night, in her apartment, they had come undone, unraveling the pain and loss they had bottled up. It started as a mourning for their friendship, but there was something underneath it all, something they had never dared to acknowledge before. They had fallen asleep on the couch, drained from spilling out their hearts.
From then on, it had been a year of messages and calls, always in secret and always hidden. It was nice guiding each other through the aftermath of their final case together and forming a friendship that wasn't just based on work.
As she settled into her seat his lips were on hers, a stolen kiss that made her breath hitch, a feeling she had been missing since their last weekend. Ever since the first kiss, it's been a feeling she's easily drowned in loving every second of his lips on hers.
While they did confront their emotions on the case at the initial meeting, his still being married was still a rightful wedge or boundary they were set to abide by.
It was just friendship at first. Five months of pushing the lines that were once set as partners. Until it wasn't. Until that first kiss on their next night together shattered whatever illusion they had clung to.
They had tried to be good, tried to draw lines they wouldn't cross. But desire had a way of rewriting rules.
Elliot was ready to throw everything away, but it was Olivia who had put the boundary in place. Not until Eli was old enough to understand. So they had made a deal—weekends away, stolen moments in places no one could recognize them.
Two years now. Two years of living between the lines of right and wrong.
She asked herself why she kept it that way, their friendship a secret that is, but deep down she knew why. Even a hint that she was still in contact with Elliot would raise suspicion. Suspicion in a space that already is filled with sin.
She couldn't fathom him leaving his marriage, part of her wanted it more than anything the thought of having Elliot just to herself but another part felt heavy with guilt that he would fall into the accusations landed on him by his wife. More guilt than she felt sneaking around with a married man. Maybe this was just a way for her to make sure her heart was still fully intake, scared of just how real it would be once the ring was off his finger and he was fully free.
So no she kept their continued friendship a secret even if it was just the smallest secret she had.
As the plane lifted into the air, she barely registered the takeoff, too consumed by the feeling of his hand resting on hers, the warmth of his body beside her. For now, this was all that mattered.
—-
The airport in Nassau was just the same, a blur as his body engulfed her with his presence and soon, they were in their car, driving toward their private escape. Kamalame Cay Resort & Villas. Their own private cottage—The Rock House. It was tucked away from the rest of the resort, a sanctuary where they didn't have to look over their shoulders.
He made sure privacy was granted when looking at places while planning. He wanted Liv to be able to free and completely herself on the beach. If it was one thing he wanted for her to get this weekend, was the freedom to live truly in what they were growing.
As they were led down one of the many dirt roads, each leading to a different villa and the resort, he couldn't help but watch her as the sun kissed the freckles scattered across her skin. He was happy in this decision, the path they were taking whether right or wrong, and this weekend he wanted to show it to her.
Nestled amongst the rest in a gentle hillside, the villa stood in quiet grandeur, its white-washed walls bathed in the golden glow of the late afternoon sun. A cobblestone path, lined with lush wildflowers native to the land led to the grand entrance—a pair of heavy wooden doors adorned with detailed ironwork.
The land was encompassed by coconut palms, swaying in the wind as the ocean breeze filtered by.
As he settled their bags, she wandered through the villa, taking in the light, airy atmosphere. The scent of citrus and lavender drifted through the air, mingling with the distant murmur of waves.
As she moved forward to the main suite, she gasped at the sight in front of her. The bedroom is a luxurious, airy space with a coastal aesthetic. The walls and ceiling are bright white, enhancing the natural light that floods in through glass patio doors.
The bed was grand the four-posters almost reaching the ceiling, the sheer drapes of the canopy making it seem like a dream. The bedding was soft and plush with deep blue accent pillows keeping up with the oceanic vibe of the place. She couldn't wait for tonight, to feel the softness of the bed below her as Elliot drilled into her as his life depended on it. A cozy white armchair with a striped cushion is positioned near the window, inviting relaxation. There was a window opened to a private pool, and she smirked, knowing exactly how he planned to use it.
Outside, the enclosed outdoor shower faced the beach to the left, the scent of the ocean prominent curling into the air. A private seating area was to the right with a fire pit in the middle, perfect for the cool nights.
The villa, timeless and serene, was more than a dwelling. It was a sanctuary, a keeper of secrets, a place where every whisper of the wind carried a story waiting to be told.
It was perfect for them.
She let herself breathe, closing her eyes as the wind whispered against her skin and tousled her hair. Hands circled her waist from behind, and she melted into him, his presence igniting something deep inside her.
She feels him place a kiss on her neck, his hands slowly start to caress her body through the summer dress she went shopping for a month before the trip.
"Gosh Liv you don't know how long I've waited for this"
"I think I can take a guess," she says pushing her hips back against his groin feeling his hardening member grow more.
"I could just take you out here," He says nipping at the flesh beneath his teeth
"What's stopping you"
"Dinner being in 2 hours" Despite his words he didn't stop his minstrations to her body.
"Well we can shower together.." she whispers out in between a moan, his hands working at her hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Save us some time"
He doesn't respond in words but rather moans into her neck, his hands inching the dress higher and higher up her thigh by the second.
Reaching the cusp of her ass cheek he palms the flesh beneath his hand earning himself a guttural moan, the sweetest sound he's ever heard from her lips.
What felt like hours was just merely minutes of the two of them in their own little world. They initiated a slow form of foreplay as they stood by the pool, the sound of the ocean mixing in with their gasp.
As her hand found its way to the front of his pants, his hips bucked into her ass another moan escaping her lips. He felt a push of her ass against him, grinding back slowly before she stepped away. Turning to him, her chest was heaving as her breaths became sharp just from the touches they'd shared.
One look was all he got but she turned towards the patio doors just stopping at the doorway before turning to say. "Um I'll get the shower ready" and with that she left to go to the bathroom, leaving him on the patio licking his lips as he watched her go.
Elliot stripped his clothes clothes one by one as he walked towards the ensuite bathroom. The steam from the shower already starting to seak through the open door.
He saw her through the shower door, her silhouette highlighted by the steam surrounding her. She almost reminded him of an angel, the glow from the light above giving the illusion of a halo. If it wasn't for the dreadful sin they were causing, at times he would say that she was. An angel brought into his life to save him from this hell he's put upon himself.
He shook his head, not wanting the thought of the tragedy that is his marriage to seep in and ruin the moment. Pulling his pants down, his dick slapped against his stomach, hard and erect from the moment he saw her on the plane.
Elliot stared at her ass through the opening of the door while absentmindedly kicking his pants away feeling himself grow even harder under his hand as he pumped once, twice.
Once fully inside the shower, he closed the shower door enclosing them behind the glass walls. He stepped in behind her, under the water, it was almost too hot to touch but that was far from his mind as the temperatures bore in comparison to the heat of his skin.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, from behind, and buried his nose in her neck. Getting high off the scent that was just her. Liv hummed as he pressed his hardened length against her ass, and locked his fingers over her stomach. She leaned back into him and put her hands on top of his, as they stood under the hot spray of the shower.
He moved one of his hands down lower and her breath hitched as he moved his hand between her legs. She wrapped one of her arms around his neck, as she leaned back into him, as he touched her.
"So fucking wet Liv," Elliot growled into her ear, as he teased her with his fingers.
He brought his fingers up to her clit and began to rub small circles, and Liv threw her head back against his shoulder and bit down on her lip. His other hand moved to cup her breast, massaging the flesh underneath his palm before tugging at the peak.
Liv gasped as he pushed a finger inside of her, and began to pump it in and out.
"Fuck, El. So good." She whimpers, the feeling becoming too much yet not enough for her. He heard a mumbled out more mixed in with her moans and was happy to fulfill the request. Pulling his finger back, he added in a second one before resuming his actions.
She felt surrounded by him as his other hand continued on palming her breast, pinching her nipple in between causing her to moan. She widened her stance as he continued to fuck her with his fingers
Liv let out a string of little whines, and he could feel her muscles contracting around his fingers, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Elliot flicked his thumb over her hard nipple as he started to curl his fingers inside of her. Thrusting twice, he felt Liv clamp down on his fingers, as her orgasm ripped through her. She dug her fingers into his neck, curled her toes, and let out a deep moan as she came.
Elliot wrapped his arm around her tighter, and held her to him, as her body went slack. He continued to pump his fingers into her until her hand came up to halt his movements.
One final kiss on the neck and he's turning her around. Pushing her up against the shower wall behind them, as he went back to assault her neck.
After a few minutes, he backed away, hearing the sigh leave her lips at the loss of contact. Slowly he reached for the shower gel and lathered up his hands before reaching for her again.
She didn't know how to describe this as anything but sensual. The way his hands caressed her body, lathering her with soap suds while teasing her in the process. His hands reached everywhere not missing a spot, covering her from head to toe as she did the same to him.
He let the water wash the soap off of them before he backed Liv up against the wall of the shower again.
For the second time that day, her breath was stolen by his lips. The tough soft and gentle at first turning hot and needy in an instant. Letting their tongues battle for dominance, they drowned each other in the kiss. She would never grow tired of this, the give and take that flows between their mouths.
She's broken out of thought when Elliot grabbed her ass with both hands and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hands from his face to the back of his neck and down his back, as she kissed him.
He used his weight to pin her to the shower wall and brought his right hand down to grab himself stroking his dick a few times before lining himself with her entrance. At first contact of her wet heat, his hips thrust forward sliding his shaft against her lips.
Elliot buried his face in her neck, as Liv ran her hands down his back. His hips slammed into her, her walls fluttering around his dick spurring him on. He knew she was getting close by the noises she was making, each moan stringing into the other. Each sound sent his hips into furry, his thrust coming so fast as their orgasms neared.
Her head falls backward as the fire grows stronger inside of her. The expanse of her neck is open to him now and he can't help but lean forward and lick any skin available
"Fuck" was the only word he heard as her orgasm ripped through her.
Elliot could feel his balls tightening as she clamped down on his shaft, his hips still moving while he fucked her through her orgasm.
"Oh God please don't stop," She moaned, as Elliot slammed into her, while he rubbed her clit. The second wave of her orgasm crashing through her.
His hips jerked and her name fell from his lips, as he exploded inside of her. He brought her to his chest, not wanting to be detached from her just yet. Her head comes to the top of his chest, resting in the crook of his neck as they sway along with each other. She felt a light kiss on her head as he moved them under the spray once more.
Turning off the water, he grabs her hand stepping out onto the mat before handing her the towels laid out for her.
He couldn't help but admire her once his towel was wrapped around his waist, the feeling of seeing her like this still all so new even after so many times.
Trailing his eyes back up, he makes contact with hers and sees the smile thats etched upon her face. His dick twitches in the open room and he knows she sees it by the way her smile grows.
"Easy there, we have to get ready for tonight remember" She closes the few feet between them and snakes her hands around his neck.
"Hey, that's kind of hard to do when I'm around you"
"Well, how about I make it easier" Before he can respond she's opening the door full and pushing him through the room. "Go to the other room," She says handing him the bag for tonight "and get dressed in there"
"You can't be serious Liv"
"Very" comes her sharp remark, her eyes fluttering her long lashes in a manner she knows that makes him weak. "Besides this way, it'll feel like a real date, the suspense and all"
He let her words sink in for a moment before he gave in, something he was going to do anyway.
"Fine, see you in a few," He says leaning forward slightly his lips puckered for a kiss before departing.
"See ya" A smile on her face was the last thing he saw before the door closed.
—-
She takes her time dressing in the main suite, their time in the shower running longer than expected but that was the joy of a vacation.
She had just finished her makeup, opting for a soft look something serene like the night, and she pulled her dress up over her thighs and over her breasts, as she stared at herself in the mirror. She wears a red spaghetti strap deep v-satin dress, the fabric hugging at her body highlighting her curves.
She felt sexy and confident looking at herself in the mirror. As much as she loved the dress on she knew he would love it even better off, her mind going to the strapless black lace bra and matching thong set she adorned under the soft fabric. Her breasts were pushed up with the bra on, and her cleavage was more prominent with the added push of the dress.
There was a knock at the door as she finished pulling the strap of the dress up and she couldn't help but smile at the eagerness in his knock.
Opening the door, she almost could hear his breath leave his body and a smirk grew on her face.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. His breath was stolen the moment she opened the door and just as she figured, he almost wants to skip dinner altogether.
As much as she made it an only him thing, she always was having trouble keeping her body together. The look of him in a button-up shirt dress, his black pants tight to fight around his ass was enough to make her want to drop to her knees. The idea was quickly discarded knowing their time was limited and this experience was what they deserved.
As she stepped further out into the hall, his eyes had darkened. It was becoming harder to not turn her around and skip dinner. But Elliot wanted to do this right. A real date, a real night to cherish.
Dinner that night was set on the beach, a candlelit table reserved just for them. The conversation flowed easily over dinner, catching up on the weeks they had spent apart. They talked, they laughed, and when the meal was done, they danced barefoot in the sand, swaying to the rhythm of the waves under a sky full of stars.
Staring into her eyes, he watched the candle reflect in the browns he adored.
"Take me to bed, Elliot"
The words were like honey dripping from her reddened lips. With the drop of the last letter, he had her hand in his eagerly pulling them back through the sandy path to their villa.
—-
In the room, he strips her of her dress taking his time to savor the feeling of her body near his. He kissed her neck, then kissed behind her ear and moved down to her pulse point, where he gently sucked. He scattered his kisses down her shoulder, to the dip of her neck, and down to the tops of her breasts. He nipped at the sensitive flesh that was spilling out of the bra, and dragged his tongue over it, as he kissed the exposed skin.
"Elliot," Olivia growled as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, digging her nails into the back of his head when he gently bit down on it.
She arched her back and moaned, pushing her breast closer to his satisfying mouth as he left a trail of wet kisses from in between her breasts down to below her belly button.
When Elliot got to her thong, he hooked his fingers in it and slid it down her long legs scattering kisses along the way.
"You're so fucking wet Liv." He said as he dragged his finger up and down. He coated his finger in her arousal and brought it up to his mouth. She looked at him through hooded eyes and he made eye contact with her, as he sucked his finger clean.
The taste of her on his lips sent a thrill of need through his body. Not wanting to wait he leads her towards to open window. He placed her hands on the beam and nudged her thighs apart with his leg, feeling her grind against the surface for any kind of traction. Lifting one leg, he placed her foot onto the bottom edge of the seal as she moved one hand on his shoulders for balance. Opening her up to him as he nestled below.
This position added to the erotic aura in this room, making him lick his lips as she put her full pussy on display for him.
"Please el" were the last words he heard before he was face first into feasting on her. He moaned at the first touch, loving the way she felt and tasted.
She focused on the ocean in the distance each small wave a perfect comparison to ripples of pleasure that rolled through her body.
"Fuckk." She whined as she bucked her hips up into his face, while he fucked her with his tongue.
His fingers slid easily against her circling her clit causing her to grind down harder against his tongue lapping at her like water. Slipping a single digit into her heat he crooked his finger inside feeling her walls clench around him instantly.
The force of his tongue and finger edged Liv closer to her release leaving her desperate for anything to ground her. She slides her hand down from holding him against her, coming to rest on the side of his neck. A guttural groan radiated through his body as she gave him a slight squeeze gripping him firmly at the neck.
The movement causes a falter in the rhythm of his tongue and a whimper escapes his lips as he chases the string of juices that still connects him to Olivia.
Elliot flattened his tongue and slowly dragged it through her folds. Releasing his hold on Liv's hips, he snakes his hand around her before letting his fingers join his tongue. She was so wet, that he instantly inserted two fingers into her core loving the way she screamed out in pleasure.
As the waves crashed into the shore, she felt her body fall over the cliff, moans stringing from her mouth as her orgasm took away her senses.
He continues to lap at her center, tasting everything she offers to give. She pushed on his head a little when the feeling became too much. Blushing intensely, she looks down at him and is met with the baby blues she longed for earlier.
He begins to massage her hips as he makes his way up her body.
His steps were slow and deliberate as he moved them away from the window. Just like she imagined, the bed felt like a bundle of clouds as she landed on it with a bounce.
Standing before her now at the foot of the bed, he eyes her fully as he strips himself of the remaining articles of clothing. She watched until the final scrap was removed, loving the way his muscles moved as he did the simplest task.
Olivia felt a jolt of electricity go straight to her core when his fingers came in contact with her bare skin. She clenched her thighs together as he moved his fingers over her hip, to her lower back making her arch her back at his actions. His hands slowly moved up and down her spine as he moved his mouth to kiss her neck, stopping to suck on her pulse. His arms flexed as he moved up the bed, caging her body under his before his mouth settled upon his lips.
The kiss was as quick as it came, as she nudged him onto his back taking control as she made her way down his body.
"Nuh uh " Elliot growled as he looked at her with his intense blue eyes, his pupils blown wide with arousal. Hands on her biceps he slides her body back up his, bringing them face to face again. "Need You, Now"
Without another word, she put her hands on his chest as she rose her hips up and position the tip of his dick at her entrance.
The look on his face filled her with pride and she began to rock her hips. She moaned at the feeling of his dick being sandwiched between their stomachs, his shaft hitting her clit with every stroke. Elliot moved his hands up her back when she lifted slightly and sunk down on him. He felt her walls clenched when she was fully seated on him. He was stretching her in a way no man had ever done before.
"I've been thinking about this all week," Liv said into his ear before she took his earlobe in her mouth and gently sucked on it, as she slowly began to move her hips.
"Me too" he forced out between a moan.
"Oh yeah" The words are almost breathless as she settles over him. All Elliot could do was nod his head, as she gently bit his ear.
Liv put her hands on his chest and straightened herself upright before she began to slowly move up and down onto his shaft.
Raising her hips up and down on him slowly at first, soaking in the feel of him. His hands helped guide her as found a rhythm, a moan leaving them both. It didn't take long for her to adjust to his girth as she fastened her moves, bouncing up and down on his dick filling the motion against her clit.
Elliot watched in amazement as her breasts bounced with each movement, capturing him in a trance. She looked ethereal underneath the canopy, her body hypnotic as she rode him with fever.
As she gained speed he moved his hands from her back to her breasts. He held them in his hands as she bounced on top of him. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and she dug her fingers into his shoulders and arched her back as she moved even faster.
She began to move faster, his shaft hit her clit at this angle causing moans and profanities to flow from her mouth. He could feel her walls fluttering around him and knew she was close.
Liv leaned over Elliot and put her hands on his shoulders as she rode him harder and faster. Elliot held onto her hips, hard enough to leave a bruise, as he started fucking up into her.
He watched her as she went silent for a few seconds, her eyes screwed shut, with her mouth open as she threw her head back. It was a sharp gasp of breath before his name was sung out into the room, the perfect melody he would play over and over.
She continued to slowly ride him as she came down from her orgasm, his hands caressing her tweaking her nipples here and there.
With a sigh, she dismounted rolling over onto her stomach perching her ass in the air awaiting for him. One look over her shoulder and he quickly was moving loving the idea she had.
Elliot smiled at the new position knowing it was one of her favorites and never down to disappoint her. He positioned himself behind her and wrapped his arms around her and sharply pulled her ass back against him. He held his dick in his hand and dragged it through her swollen lips, watching her juices coat his shaft drawing out moans as he teased her. He slowly pushed the head into her and pulled it back out, before he did it again.
She was tight, her walls still contracting from the last orgasm and he groaned as he thought of just how tight she would be around him fully. Pushing in again, her pussy gripped him like a glove. He fought back the urge to just slam into her right away, but he didn't want to hurt her.
He pulled almost the whole way out before thrusting back in, bottoming out as he stretched her from the new angle.
Liv moaned as he started to move at a steady pace, and her hard nipples scraped the bed every time he pushed into her. Her ass bounced off of him, with the force of his hips as he chased the indescribable bliss that comes with her wet cunt. She pushed back with each over his thrust, getting louder with each one as he hit her nerve endings just right. "Fuck me, Elliot." She almost begged, and he dug his fingers into her skin.
Elliot moved one of his hands from her hip and grabbed a handful of hair to pull her head back up. Gently at first, he tugged on her hair only going a little harder at the moan she shot out into the space.
"Oh fuck." She shouted as he tugged once again, her back arching pushing him deeper inside.
He watched as he fucked into her, his eyes never leaving where they connected. He was dripping with her juices, the feeling of her on his thighs turning him on more than he could imagine.
She could hear the sounds they were making as he fucked her each thrust of her hips back causing his balls to smack into her.
"Right there Elliot so good" She moans out, causing him to growl and thrust harder. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he touched a part of her that no one ever had before.
Her mouth fell open but no sound came out as she clung to the comforter below. The feeling of Elliot fucking her hard had her orgasm bursting at the end of every nerve in her body. She was spent as the stars danced behind her eyes and the ringing grew in her ears, deafening herself to her own screams.
His hips snapped, continuing their punishing pace as he felt her juices flow. A smile showed on his face as he watched the comforter below them grow wet.
He wasn't far behind her, slamming into her only a few more times before he was moaning her name. "Olivia." Her name came out in a deep guttural moan as he exploded deep inside of her.
Panting breaths filled the room as they both came down from their high. "Fuck," Was the first thing he said as he gathered enough air to speak. "We made a mess baby" The word of endearment one to always makes her heart swell.
He rolled to his side and draped a protective arm around her waist, as she nestled against his body. It didn't take long for sleep to creep in the sound of the ocean lulling them into a deep REM where they only dreamed of each other.
—-
The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and the kind of intimacy that made her heart ache with both joy and guilt.
The evening after their arrival unfolded in a slow, luxurious haze. They took their time, savoring every second. A walk on the beach, toes sinking into the cool sand, the sound of the waves crashing a steady rhythm to their laughter. When they returned to their villa, the private pool called to them, and soon they were submerged in warm water, champagne in hand, bodies closer than ever. The night stretched long until the sunrise, every moment stolen, every second cherished.
The day after that, they explored. Boat rides across turquoise waters, snorkeling in hidden coves where the world seemed to exist only for them. They dined on freshly grilled seafood, drank rum cocktails, and let themselves believe, if only for a weekend, that this was their reality.
And then it was time to leave.
The car ride to the airport was quiet, but not heavy. There was peace in knowing they would have another weekend. There was hope in knowing they had made this choice together.
The marks on his back were sheer reminders of the time he spent with her. A sense of pride took over at the thought of crescent moon-shaped marks scattered amongst his body, not even a worry of his wife seeing them but rather a want for it to happen. To show off what the woman beside him who truly owned his heart does to him.
It was a thought that unbeknownst to him he shared with his lover. Her heart threaded the needle that punched away at her want for him working in overdrive at the glimpse of her nail imprints on his shoulder. It was a devious thing to want, to leave your mark on something that doesn't belong to you. But that wasn't the order of power in this situation. While he may be married and Kathy's by law, he was hers fully. His mind, his body, and his soul all became devoted to her the moment their lips met. It's sad to say but not all things in life come easy.
As they sat on the plane, her hand nestled in his, she let herself believe, just for a moment, that this could last forever.
When they landed, they parted with one last kiss, and as she walked away, she clung to the hope of their next weekend, knowing she would always come back to him.