A/N: I love the lingering looks and unspoken "conversations" that Nick and Olivia have. This O/S is my version of a #Bensaro silent love affair, lol.
""You turn to me with a kiss in your eyes and my heart feels a thrill beyond compare...
...I feel the glow of your unspoken love
I'm aware of the treasures that I own
And I say to myself, it's wonderful, wonderful
Oh, so wonderful my love!"
- Johnny Mathis, "Wonderful, Wonderful"
Story told from Nick's P.O.V.
On a frigid February morning, I hand you a cup of coffee. You appear nonchalant as you say, "Thanks, partner." But I can read between the lines.
It's the mischievous glint in your eye. The smile that you try to fight, pulling at the corners of your lips. The way your fingers graze—light as a whisper—against my hand and linger there, not long enough to spark rumors, but long enough to send me a message: Let's go out on a second date.
On a balmy August evening of our wedding reception, we step out onto the dance floor. I bow deeply at the waist and bring your hand to my lips. You step forward and mold your body into mine, wrapping your arms around my neck.
No words escape your lips, but your body is heavy with emotion.
It's the way you tilt your head to the side to breathe in my scent. The way you nestle your face into the crook of my neck. It's the quivering of your lower lip against my collarbone and the feel of your tears against my shoulder that scream the depths of your devotion.
On a sunny April afternoon, I hover over you as you lie in bed. Your breathing becomes more strained by the minute. You caress your thumbs against my cheeks, and kiss me with unbridled passion. It's the way our lips dance for the final time. The way that you grip the sides of my face until your hands slip away. It's the way my eyes glaze with sadness when I pull back.
Because I know it's the last time I'll ever hear you say that you love me.
The End.