Pieces Chapter 7
Alex's P.O.V.
My head is softly pillowed against your breast as you pick me up in your steady embrace. I feel your arm under the back of my knees, holding me up, and your other arm tucked under my armpit, softly cradling my body against yours. I hear your heartbeat vibrate through your supple, solid body.
The beat drumming through my ears is lulling me to a sense of safety. I feel safe in your arms. Why is this so? My past lovers never made me feel this safe. Is it because you're one of New York's finest? Because you're a female NYPD Detective cop who can kick any man's ass in the blink of an eye? I don't have an explanation for all this love I feel for you. The attraction, simply... look at yourself. Who wouldn't find you amazingly gorgeous? Who wouldn't fall for you? Your short brown spikey hair is so smooth and amazingly soft against my nimble fingers. The blonde highlights, they make your hair shimmer just a little bit more. It's so fascinating.
You seem to hypothesize about what I'm thinking, or rather fantasizing, because you give me that sexy loppy-sided grin when you look down at me. God, you're so beautiful, and I tell you as much. You blush at my sincere compliment and avoid eye contact. "Why do you think you're not beautiful? You have the most amazing feminine curves, beautifully chiseled face, soft hair, sweet-tasting skin..." I could go on and on forever, but at some point I stop to give you a chaste kiss like I did just now.
Olivia's P.O.V.
Your head rests gently on my breast as I pick you up off the porcelain bathtub. You smile into my chest, into my skin. I feel the warmth of your body press into mine. I feel... happy, content, giddy to be holding you in my arms. Your head lolls around a little bit when I start to walk towards our bedroom, but I don't mind.
As I walk through the threshold, I hold you closer to my body, shielding you from hitting your head against the wood. We don't want that, now do we? You wrap your clothed arm around my waist, holding tight like you don't want to ever let go. I feel the same way when I hold you. You know that, right, babygirl?
I get to your side of the bed, the side opposite of the wall and window. I gently lay your delicious body atop the beige comforter, ever so softly so I don't hurt you. You know that I'd rather die than hurt you, right babygirl? I gently climb on top of the bed, slightly hovering above you. You look up at me with heavy lidded eyes, smiling mischeviously.
I smile down at you warmly, telling you that I love you more than anything. You seem able to articulate just fine because I hear you repeat those endearments, but adding "I want you right now," in a not suprisingly voice deep and husky with arousal. I couldn't agree more, I want you so badly. So badly that it's starting to hurt.
You sensually slide your delicate hand up my arm to the back of my head, weaving through my short hair. Wrapping your hand around the back of my neck, you pull me to your lips. I comply, kissing you fully on the mouth. I hear moans, but I'm not entirely sure who they came from. I pull away, feeling sad about the lost promiximity our lips had found themselves in.
My eyes travel the length of your clothed body. You must feel the intensity of my gaze because you tremble in anticipation. I hear you whimper when I start to press kisses to the side of your delicate neck. My fingers expertly unbutton your silk pajama top. Pleased to hear your moans as I begin to tease your exposed skin with the tips of my fingers, I patiently, gently even, slip your shirt off of you.
I trail the kisses to the front of your neck, nipping softly at your throat. Your moan was so low, so deep and guttural. Almost growl-like. I licked the dip at the base of your throat. You cup my face in your hands as you pull me toward your lips, kissing me with such thorough intensity. Heat travels through my body as you take control, dominating our kiss.
"Are you competent enough to stand this trial?" I mumble into your mouth teasingly. "Don't pull that lawyer shit with me right now, Olivia," you plead desperately. I chuckle and keep kissing you as you silently demand. And we spend the whole day making sweet, passionante love to one another, revealing secrets, talking about our old high school romances, and just loving one another.
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R&R, please. I know this chapter was short but I've been going through some tough times with my depression. I have to "come out" to my grandma and it's getting really hard to not cry. I actually cried myself to sleep last night... again. Okay, enough with my problems. I hope you enjoyed. BTW, this was just a filler until I can get on some 'happy pills' and get back to working through this story. Love you fans!
