Back with chapter two. Sorry to those of you reading my other stories and waiting on updates but I really need a break from the evil and angst. No worries, it won't be too long of a break (I hope) but I'm enjoying keeping it light - light is fun! Thanks to everyone for the reviews. We pick up where we left off. Y'all know the disclaimer, enjoy!


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Nick arrived at Olivia's apartment just after eleven, slightly buzzed from the two drinks he'd had tonight but when she opened the door he took one look at her and immediately sobered up.

"Holy shit!" He thought, the very second he saw her. She wasn't wearing anything special - an old Marines tee-shirt, leggings and slouch socks. Her hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail and her face was scrubbed clean but to Nick, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on!

"Hey!" She greeted with a smile. "Glad you made it, come on in." She she said as she walked away and into the living room. Nick followed her inside, stopping to lock the door and hang his coat in the entryway before joining her in the living room where she sat waiting for him on the sofa, legs curled beneath her. He looked around the apartment, familiar nervousness in the pit if his stomach. No matter how many times he'd been here, there was always something so profoundly personal about being in her home that always caught him off guard and made him feel like a kid with a crush that intimidated him. He never knew how to be around her.

"You...sure it's okay...me bein' here this late?" He asked, knowing what her answer would be but needing to make small talk.

"If it weren't, I wouldn't have invited you over. Sit." She insisted, him smiling his boyish smile as he sat beside her, his tension suddenly melting away.

"Can I get you anything? A drink?" She offered before taking a sip from her water and setting it down on the coffee table.

"Nah, I already had a couple... Rough night."

"Rough week" she smirked.

"I guess you could say that" he agreed quietly, looking down at his hands.

"I could also say I admired how well you've handled it in spite of everything."

"I didn't handle it as well as I should have..." It was a remorseful admittance - one that he was not at all proud to make but he needed to clear the air between them.

"Liv, I allowed Nicolas to make me... No. I lost control and allowed it to put me in place where I said some terrible things to you..."

"Nick, come on, we're past it okay? I understand that you didn't mean it. You were just angry."

"But it doesn't excuse it. I hurt you; I saw it on your face the very second those words came out of my mouth."

"I'm over it"

"You shouldn't... There should have been nothing to get over. Was I angry? Yes but it was no excuse for what I did. Liv, you mean the world to me and you are the last person I would ever want to hurt - intentionally or otherwise. You didn't deserve what I did and I want you to know from the bottom of my heart how sorry I am - it's why I needed to come here tonight."

Olivia smiled before diverting her eyes to her own hands for a moment before looking again at Nick.

"Thank you. But you're not here to talk about me..."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" She asked.

"That...you can never let anyone be good to you"

"I can, its just...I asked you over because I know that you're struggling with your dad and I wanted to let you vent - not sit here dragging up something you said a week ago that you didn't mean"

"But me not meaning it didn't make it hurt you less"

"It didn't."

"You're a terrible liar." He accused, neither of them could help the small laugh that escaped them.

"We're okay, Nick. We'll always be okay." She assured. Then jokingly... "Even if you do say mean things to hurt my feelings."

Nick hung his head as a smile spread across his face.

"I deserve that"

"You do." She agreed with a chuckle. "Just be thankful you said it at work or I might have punched you in the face."

"I've seen you throw that right hook; no thanks!" He grinned then just as quickly was overcome with sadness.

"Everything is all about him." He said of his father after a long silence. "What he needs, what he wants...what's best for him!" Olivia didn't speak, just lightly touched his shoulder to let him know that she was listening as she sat quietly and took in his words.

"He thinks I'm the one who's being stubborn; that I'm the one who's wrong. He hurt my mother, he hurt me but I'm wrong because I can't let bygones be bygones. He's never once made an attempt to apologize for the hell he put us through...even tonight... Says he'll be "waiting" for when I decide to put it behind me. I mean can you believe this guy?"

"Nick, I'm sorry..."

"I mean, how hard is it to admit that you're wrong, just man up, take some responsibility and say you're sorry?"

"Some people just aren't built that way... They're not capable"

"He basically admitted that he lied to protect himself. Says he's "too old" for prison. I mean you'd think after all these years...but no, Nicolas is still looking out for number one! He's even made sure to remind me that I am his junior in every way!"

"You are NOTHING like him!"

"Try telling him that. He even threw it out there that maybe it was the reason Maria and me didn't work."

"Son of a...he obviously doesn't know the man you are." Olivia said as she moved closer and put her arm around him, not realizing that being so close to him, touching him was making him go wonderfully insane "...the man I know - the man we all know. You're a good man, Nick. Don't ever doubt that."

"Means a lot coming from you." She was so close that her scent was beginning to intoxicate him even more than the alcohol he'd drank just a little while ago. She always did smell absolutely incredible!

"Contrary to popular belief, we do not all grow up to become our parents." She reminded him. Her eyes caught his and she swallowed hard, both of them suddenly feeling flustered. She'd been fighting her attraction to Nick for years and right now, being in such close proximity... Her eyes fell to his lips and she could smell his cologne as she wondered for the millionth time what those lips would feel like on hers... This was not a good idea. She thought as she moved and put space between them.

"I um..."

"Yeah" he agreed, understanding exactly what she meant and needing to keep a professional distance. "I should get going"

"You sure?" She asked, thankful that he'd taken the initiative.

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They said goodnight, and once he was gone she stood there in the entryway staring at the door. She didn't know how far she could trust herself. And though she didn't want to overstep boundaries, she was lonely. Yes, Noah was amazing and she loved him with all her heart but she longed for adult interaction - the kind that she simply had no time for anymore with a baby and a full time job. She hadn't been intimate with anyone in a while, 6 months to be exact and Nick...being Nick wasn't helping matters.

She sighed as she turned off the light, mentally kicking herself for even thinking about him that way...

"Yeah, like it's the first time! Get a grip, Olivia. You're his boss, he's your partner. End of story!" She was suddenly jarred from those thoughts with an urgent knock on the door. She quickly made her way to it and looked through the peephole, quickly opening the door when she saw that it was Nick.

"Did you forget something?"

"Yeah." He answered hesitantly as he dropped his coat. "This." He said as he put his palm against the nape of her neck and leaned in to kiss her, his lips claiming hers possesively. Her mind was spinning, screaming in that moment.

Olivia...no! This is...no! You cannot kiss Nick, you can't... Dear god, his lips are so soft! No, stop this! That's it, push him away...I said push him away! Do not let him wrap that arm around your waist, oh god he's pulling you closer and is that his tongue pushing against your lips...?"

It was, and in spite of them both knowing that this was a bad idea, at the moment none of that was getting through. What was getting through was the pure, raw lust they felt. That her nipples were now as hard against his chest as his dick was against her thigh and that in about 10 seconds, her wetness would probably be seeping through her leggings.

As she opened her mouth to his, loving the taste of the alcohol that still lingered in his mouth as she very sensually sucked it from his tongue with her kiss and he slid his hands up her shirt, caressing the silken skin of her back, neither of them cared about job or rank; not when he lifted her so that that her legs were wrapped firmly around his waist as he carried her to her bedroom, not when they stripped each other in a frenzy as they rolled around in her bed, not when his head was planted between her thighs lapping greedily at her clit and certainly not when he was inside her fucking her so hard and so deep that she nearly bit a hole in her own lip from biting so hard to stifle her cries of pleasure. They threw caution out the window and gave in to the carnal urges they'd been fighting for four years, deciding to worry about tomorrow tomorrow. Tonight however, they made love until they physically couldn't, then drifted off to sleep, bruised and satisfied, Nick's arm wrapped protectively around her.


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What have they done? Chapter three soon. Reviews are love.