If They Could Do it Again
He grabbed her arm and pulled her into him. They collided with a force that knocked them back a step, and for a moment they swayed together as they steadied themselves.
The second they connected something in their chests exploded simultaneously, and electricity travelled at lightening speed, coursing in and around their bodies – passing between them, tensing their muscles, and restricting their breath.
He held her tightly, and she gripped his back – at first she thought it was because they nearly fell over, but she quickly realised that it was because he was holding her, and she was almost certain that if she wasn't holding onto him, her knees would give out from under her.
The same something that exploded within her chest mere seconds ago, tugged at the corner of her lips, pulling them into a smile. She exhaled.
He felt her relax, put his face into her neck, and exhaled. He tightened his hold around her waist and whispered into her, "You're okay," as he spoke relief swept over him, and he pulled back, but only so far that they were still holding onto each other, but able to look into each other's eyes.
She smiled, and started to walk away, but he pulled her back, and her lips crashed into his.
He wasn't even sure if that's what he intended to do, he considered for a moment that it was an accident, and that he had only meant to pull her back for a second embrace. But as his lips parted of their own volition, who was he to dispute the intention behind his action.
Their tongues met, and she immediately pulled away, shocked.
"El…" she began.
"I don't know," he said, and they stood there, still holding on to each other, not saying a word.
Slowly, she leaned into him, and he responded in kind. They were barely in inch apart, and he considered pulling back, but the moment their lips connected a second time, both pairs of lips parted, and when her tongue slid into his, any second thoughts he may have had flew from his mind.
Parting only for breath, he took the lead and explored her mouth with his tongue, the electricity still flowing between them surged each time his tongue slid across hers.
He pulled away from her once again, her eyes remained closed for a moment as she inhaled, and then slowly opened them.
"Pick a name?" She asked, breaking free from him.
They turned and walked down the corridor together, "Kathy wants to name him after me," he said, stealing a sideways glance at his partner.
"Just what the world needs," her smile as big as his, "Another Elliot Stabler."
The End