Unrequited

Chapter 22

Take me home

Her words, the seductive twinkle in her eyes and the low inflection of her voice. It's all a potent cocktail swimming through his brain. Pacing back and forth along the dark carpet in her living room, he tries to quell his nerves. He wants her. He has for as long as he can remember. Feeling her come around his fingers earlier did nothing but surge the quivering need he already had pouring out of him. What he didn't account for was the moment when he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted him too.

On the ride home, Elliot tried to convince himself that maybe he misunderstood her intentions. Maybe she was just wanted to escape the party and was done with the constant mingling. Maybe the situation in the bathroom with Tucker catching them in a compromising position had just been the end of her rope and she was ready to leave. That was how he tried to explain to it himself until they had been driving for about five minutes. Their elbows were already touching on the armrest of his car, sneaking in soft caresses. When he reached for her hand and she quickly diverted his attempt preferring to rest her hand on his thigh, he instantly hardened.

Olivia rubbed against his inner thigh for eight torturous seconds. His grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Mercifully, she let up before he embarrassed himself and they kept their hands to themselves for the rest of the drive back to her place. But unfortunately (or fortunately) he was still sporting a hard on from her antics.

As soon as they walked in the door, she relieved Lucy and went to put Noah back to sleep since he had woken up upon hearing them come in. She told him to make himself comfortable and left him alone in the living room while she went to Noah's nursery. But he had been anything but.

The hushed tone of her voice serves as the background music of his racing thoughts. After all this time, it was going to happen. His hand scratches back and forth along the back of his neck while he continues to pace.

Elliot grabs the remote wondering if he should turn the television on. No that's distracting, he realizes and sets it back down on the table. Should he turn on music? He sighs in frustration. He's in his fifties, he's not a virgin, this shouldn't be this nerve-racking.

But this is Olivia.

Scrubbing his hand down his face he takes a seat on the couch and begins to fidget with his hands. His knees nervously bounce against his arms. Being inside of her has haunted his dreams and dominated his fantasies as long as he can remember. He can't mess this up.

Because this is Olivia.

Caught up in his deliberations, he doesn't hear her walking up behind him. "Hey."

Elliot jolts, his heart jumping into his throat. "Hey," he replies wiping his perspiring hands on his pants and standing up.

The edges of her lip curl up into a shy smile and his nerves begin to wane marginally. Without her heels she's a few inches shorter, her dress dragging the floor behind her. She's absolutely beautiful.

His arms circle her waist, pulling her close. The light, flowery scent of her perfume fills his nostrils, igniting his senses. He breathes her in. Her aroma, her proximity, her touch. It's all too much and not enough. Not nearly enough.

"He asleep?" he whispers, placing a kiss just below her earlobe.

"Yeah," she purrs, pressing her body into his. "Sound asleep."

Elliot moans into her neck, their bodies lightly swaying back and forth. Olivia relaxes into him, letting out a deep sigh. This is what he's waited for. To be in her arms. No one else a factor, all outside forces erased.