Disclaimer: Confession time: nothing's mine. But then, you knew that already.
This is major A/O. I'm not so good at this pairing, but I want to try, so bear with me here. I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
Everybody has scars. Elliot has one on his left elbow, from when he fell off his bike at the age of eight. John has one right in the center of his forehead, from chicken pox. Olivia has scars all over her body; she's been in more fights than anyone I know, but she bears the marks proudly. Battle scars. I see them at night when we're lying in bed together, but they only make her more beautiful, if that's even possible.
But my scars are different. They connote the weakness and shame that I feel every morning as I change from my pyjamas to my business suits. They are the parts of me I will never let anyone get close enough to see, not even Olivia.
It's why I will never let her touch me, even though sometimes my body burns with desire and all I want to do is cry out her name, tear off my clothes in a fit of passion like they do in the movies and beg her to make me feel things I've never felt before.
Much as I would love to give myself to her fully, I can't. I'm generally a private person, but those scars are a part of me buried deep in my core. Like an onion, you have to peel off layer after layer after layer before you reach my heart. And so far, no one has managed to penetrate the layers. They give up after the first couple, deciding I'm not worth their time.
Maybe Olivia will be different. Maybe she'll be the first.
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