A/n: This story is writing itself...
Chapter 7
It had been three days since Elliot and Olivia had arrived at their new 'home' in Arizona. Olivia had basically slept the entire time too via her pain pills. She woke up early that morning to the smell of coffee. It was her favorite way of waking up. She rolled out of bed and hopped her way to her crutches.
She hobbled her way into the kitchen to see Elliot standing there, "Good Morning." She said as she plopped herself on the stool.
"Good morning," Elliot said as he watched her carefully, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Better." She said with a smile and Elliot placed an oversized mug full of coffee goodness in front of her, "Smells delicious." She said as she took a sip.
"You're getting pretty good on those things, Liv." He said pointing to her crutches.
"Yeah well since I'm going to be on them for the next forever and a day, I decided I better get good at 'em."
The first two days were horrible with the crutches. She knocked into everything, banged her foot a few times, and took out Elliot twice, "We should change your bandages," Elliot said when he noticed that the gauze on her forehead had blood seeping through it.
"It's okay I can do it, Elliot." She protested, moving to get up.
"Nope, I got it." Elliot said getting up and heading to the bathroom to get her supplies.
When he came back he sat down next to her at the island, he placed her knees in-between his so he could get as close as possible to her forehead. His hands shook a little bit when he realized the close proximity they were in, he didn't even realize that he had positioned her legs in-between his; but now that he noticed, he began to perspire just a little bit.
He liked doing this for her, he liked helping her. He smiled as he cleaned the wound, being careful not to rip her stitches, "Does that sting?" He asked.
"It's, er…fine." She said, and Elliot couldn't help but notice the crack in her voice. Could it be that she too was nervous about the closeness. Or maybe she was scared. Oh God was he making her uncomfortable? She still hadn't regained her memory from the White attack, and although they did a rape kit and didn't find anything, it doesn't mean that he didn't fuck with her somehow…
"Is this okay, Liv?" He asked. He needed to make sure he wasn't freaking her out.
"Yeah, it's fine," She said drawing a deep breath.
"You sure?" He asked again.
"Positive," She said, this time with a reassuring smile.
When he was finished with her forehead he moved Olivia's blouse to the side so he could clean the wound on her chest. He couldn't help but notice Olivia's chest rising and falling rapidly, as it was matching his in perfect sink. He also couldn't help but notice the reddish tint that crept up in Olivia's cheeks.
He smiled when he saw this, "I'm not hurting you, am I?" He whispered into her ear.
But she didn't trust herself to speak, so she just shook her head. He was close to her; his lips were so close to her neck that she thought she was going to die. He was touching her very gently trying to be careful, and trying not to cop-a-feel at the same time, and given the location of her cut she knew that was hard to do.
"El?" She said softly as he cleaned her wound.
"Yeah?" He said not looking up.
"I'm glad you're here with me." She said softly.
He then looked up at her, his eyes sparkling, "I'm glad I'm here too."
EOEOEOEOEO
"Hey, El?" Olivia called out from her master bedroom.
"Yeah?" Elliot said as he walked in.
"Can you help me wrap my leg?" She asked.
"For what?"
"Um, because I need to take a bath. It's been three days; I can't stand the smell of myself anymore." She said with a smile that made Elliot laugh.
"Yeah you do stink," He said joking around, "I'll get a plastic bag and some tape, and draw up a nice relaxing bubble bath for you; I know you love lot's of bubbles." He said with a wink, remembering the tub incident from last week.
"You're the best." She said with a smile.
EOEOEOEO
Olivia sat on the toilet seat unsure of what to do. She had attempted to get into the tub 6 times, each time failing miserably. There was just no way to position her body and keep her balance. She needed help, but she didn't know how to ask Elliot.
About thirty minutes later Olivia still sat on the toilet feeling completely helpless, "You need anything, Liv?" she heard him called out.
"Uh…I…er…help."
"What was that?" He called out, unable to make out what she had just said.
"I uh…need some help," She said softly.
"Oh, do you want me to come in?" He asked nervously.
"Uh…yeah."
When Elliot walked in he gave pathetic looking smile, "You haven't even gotten in yet? The water is probably freezing now, and look all the bubbles are almost gone."
"I know…I just…uh…I can't get…um…in."
"Oh…" He said as he turned the hot water on to make the tub warm again, "Okay well I can help you," He said trying not to sound panicky, "I'll just lift you in there." He said as he walked over towards her and she tightened her towel around herself, "its ok, Liv. You can just get the towel wet, we have plenty more." He said easing her fears of him seeing her naked…again.
He slowly picked her up and placed her gently in the tub, he even got a step stool that she could place her leg on so she wouldn't get it wet, "Thanks, Elliot. I'm sorry I'm so helpless."
"Olivia! You're not helpless, you're injured, and besides I don't mind. I mean what else am I going to out here in the middle of nowhere?" He said with a famous smile, "Just let me know when you're done and I'll help you out."
"Okay, thanks Elliot."
"And Liv? Don't wait so long to ask for help next time."
EOEOEOEOEO
Olivia searched her new wardrobe in search of something that was cute yet comfortable. Since all of her clothes were new she didn't have that 'perfect' pair of sweats yet. Porter had given Casey some money to go shopping for Olivia before they left New York. She had to admit that Casey had her style almost perfected. Olivia loved everything Casey had picked out. Including the silk black teddy, with matching bra and panties. Olivia was either going to smack Casey or thank her for that…she just wasn't sure what yet.
When Olivia was done getting dressed into her pajamas she heard a soft muffled sound coming from Elliot's room. She hobbled over to his room and knocked on the door, "El?"
"Yeah?" He said trying his best not to sound like he had just been crying.
"Mind if I come in?" She asked nervously hoping she wasn't walking into anything like the shower scene that happened last week.
"Uh, yeah, come in," He said quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Oh, Elliot." She said sympathetically when she saw his red eyes. She made her way over to the bed where he was sitting and sat beside him, with out even thinking she pulled him into her, "I'm so sorry, Elliot. You must really miss your family. I'm sorry I am keeping them from you." She said softly.
"What?" He said pulling back, "No. No, Liv, that's not what this, is about." He said as he wiped a tear that had just fell, "I just…Jesus Olivia I thought I lost you the other day. When I saw you on the porch you were covered in blood, I mean it was head to toe…and then, and then you couldn't remember anything, and you were unconscious, and I had to drive you to the hospital, and the whole time I thought you were dead!" he said as he became more worked up and tears fell freely from his face. She pulled him back into her arms and rubbed his back, she didn't know what to say.
They hadn't spoken a word about that day and she was thankful for that. Her memory was very fuzzy and what she could remember she didn't like, and it didn't need to be retold. White was a sick fuck, end of story. Why bother bringing that frightful day up again?
"I've never been more scared in my entire life," He whispered into her ear, "Please don't ever scare me like that again, Liv." He said as he rubbed his hands around her back.
"I'm sorry," She confessed.
"Okay," He said and pulled himself away from her. He knew that if he held onto her any longer that his body was going to react inappropriately, or he wasn't going to be able to control himself and he was going to kiss her, "Conan is on, care to watch it with me?" He asked as he flipped on the TV.
"Would love too," She said with a smile and they both moved their bodies up so that their backs were leaning against the headboard.
EOEOEOEOEOEOEO
A couple hours later Olivia had drifted off to sleep, and Elliot was watching her. She looked so peaceful when she slept. His eyes were drifting and he was about to close them for good when he saw her eye lids flutter open.
She quickly sat up and looked around, her hand going right to her heart when she figured out where she was. She looked over at him and his heavy eyelids, "I should probably head back to my room," She said and attempted to make her way out of the bed.
"Don't," Elliot said stopping her from going any further, "You're half asleep, you will probably end up killing yourself on your death sticks," He joked and she laughed.
"That is probably true." She said lying back down on the bed, only this time she repositioned herself (on purpose) so that her body was closer to his than it was before, "You sure this is okay?" She asked.
Elliot smiled and wrapped his arms around her, "Positive." He said and his eyes could not stay open for one more second. The moment he felt her in his arms his body gave up and fell to sleep.
EOEOEOEO
An hour later Olivia was watching Elliot sleep. She had watched him countless times before, but something was different about him now, and she couldn't put her finger on it. She thought about what he had given up to be with her, and it melted her heart. Not one person, not even her own mother, had cared so much about her well being. Elliot was the one person on this earth that she could trust 100 percent. In the words of Meredith from Grey's Anatomy,he was her person.
Before she even contemplated what she was doing, she saw her hand cup his jaw and felt the soft skin beneath her palm. She moved her head closer to his on the pillow so that they were almost touching. One more inch and their lips would be fused together.
"Hey," He said opening his eyes and smiling.
"Huh?" She said shocked that he was awake, and she quickly removed her hand from his face, "I mean hey," She said and tried to back herself up from him.
However she felt his arms sneak around her waist and he pulled her forward, closer to him, "Don't," he said, "I like you close," and this time he brought his hand up to cup her jaw, only he didn't stop there. She saw his lips coming ever so slowly towards hers, and her stomach became infested with butterflies as she felt his soft yet firm lips gently cover hers. It only lasted a second, but God did it feel like a lifetime.
When she opened her eyes she noticed that Elliot was sleeping again, she wondered if he would even remember this in the morning, maybe he was still sleeping when he did it; maybe he thought she was Kathy.
"Liv?" He said softly, his eyes still closed.
"Hm?" She asked and even wondered if it was audible.
"I didn't freak you out, did I?" He asked his voice muffled through the pillow, his eyes still closed.
"Ah, no…" She said unsure of what to even say.
"K, go to sleep alright?" He said as he pulled her a little bit closer to his body.
"I though I was the sleep cuddlier," She joked as he positioned his body around hers.
"Maybe that was just what I lead you to believe," he said placing a kiss on her long neck, "G'night, Liv." He moaned and before she could open her mouth to respond she him snore. She smiled and shifted her body more comfortably with his.
