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He thought she'd fight against it, if not because she wanted to then as payback for the night before. But as he kissed her, parting his lips with the tip of the his tongue before slowly entwining it with hers, she didn't fight back, not by a long shot.
She started to respond, react, kiss him back.
He brought his arm around her, pulled her closer to him, tentatively stroking her back with the tips of his fingers. She whimpered slightly, which had to be - if he was honest - the most erotic sound in the world and he kissed her more passionately as he lowered her back down onto the couch.
He pulled back then, wanting to look at her properly for so many reasons. Because she was beautiful, to check she wasn't uncomfortable or uncertain. So many reasons but not the one she expected.
"You're changing your mind." She said accusingly, wrapping her arms around herself in a gesture that he suspected was meant to protect her on two levels, one providing an barrier between he and she but also shielding her nipples that had suddenly become conspicuous through her pyjamas from his view.
Her words couldn't have been further from the truth and so he reached out and unwrapped her arms, shaking his head as he did so, "No. Never. Not now." He let her arms fall to her sides and then moved his hands to the buttons of her pyjama top and began to undo them.
Olivia closed her eyes, and he had no idea if it was in anticipation or if she was steeling herself to reject him, the answer only coming when he'd finished with the buttons and slid his hands up her torso, pushing her top aside to reveal what was underneath.
"I… I…" she opened her eyes and his heart sank as he saw they were glistening with tears, "I can't. El, if this doesn't work out and I lose you… I…" A tear rolled down her cheek and incredibly, in a moment where his partner was laying half naked in front of him it was that tear which was the entire focus of his attentions. Sliding his hands back down to her waist he leant forward, kissing the tear away.
"We're going to make it work Liv. I've never been more certain of anything in my life." He let his hands drift further down, and used them to move her legs apart, making a space so he could position his own legs between them as he leant in further still so he was on top of her, although carrying his own weight by supporting himself with his arm. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her again, lovingly, tenderly yet passionately.
"I want you so bad baby. Please…"
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She was trying so hard to fight it. Knew she should. Knew it was the only sensible thing to do. But he was kissing her, and it felt so good… and their legs were entwined and… he'd brought one of his hands up between them, to her breasts and he was touching her… and…
She couldn't stop. And it wasn't just the sex, it wasn't just the kissing or the touching or anything physical. Yes, they were nice, they were so nice, but it was more than that.
He wanted her. He'd said it. She'd heard him. He wanted her, and he wanted to marry her, and be with her and… Well everything, everything she'd ever wanted.
And she knew she was a fool. He'd said those words to Kathy once, and now where was he? On her sofa, kissing her, undressing her, caressing her, leading her to her bed. He was cheating on his wife. Hardly the Mr Perfect her heart was painting him to be. But…
She tumbled down onto the bed, powerless as he fell down beside her, took her in his arms again, looked at her in the way she'd always wanted him to look at her. And that was that. End of story. She knew there was no way back.
He wanted her - at least he said he did - and she wanted him too.
It was only later, after he'd made love to her so tenderly and lovingly, that she doubted her decision. Wondered if she'd done the right thing. Not in the first instance of course, in the first instance the angels were singing and her body was in ecstasy, and his arms felt so amazing around her that quite frankly his wife could have been standing there in front of them and she'd still have been convinced that making love was the best thing they'd ever done. But no, the doubts came later.
She was still in his arms, but they were sat up, propped up by her array of white fluffed up pillows. She was sat between his legs under the duvet, her back resting against his chest, her head tucked under his chin, as they lay together in companionable silence, just enjoying the fact that after two long years of unresolved sexual tension, close friendship and their unique emotional bond, they'd finally knocked down all the barriers, crossed all the lines.
She'd never felt happier.
Until his finger tips started tracing patterns on her thighs.
She tensed up. Instantly. She knew what he was doing, after all she'd done it enough times herself, self consciously, feeling ashamed, she knew the patterns inside out.
Her gut instinct was to pull away. Throw a fit. However, she decided against doing so, because if there was a hope in hell of the moment being the beginning of the rest of their lives together, she didn't want to wreck it.
Instead, she slid her hands over his, stopped them in their tracks.
"If that wasn't a sympathy screw," She said softly, keeping her tone as neutral soft and calm as she could manage, "then why are you obsessing over two decade old self harm scars?"
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He saw no point in denying it. She'd got him bang to rights and they both knew it. So instead, he entwined his fingers with hers and squeezed them tightly.
"If the situation was reversed wouldn't you care? Wouldn't it hurt you that you'd not been around to stop me doing something like that."
She sighed, "How could you have been around Elliot? I was a kid."
God, she was unbelievably good at missing the point when it suited her. He planted little kisses in the crown of her hair, wanting to relax her and show how much he cared about her and then he uttered the words he hoped would convince her.
"When you love someone, and you know they've been hurt, you'd do anything to change things, no matter how unrealistic it might seem."
Another sigh. A heavy one.
"Another 'L' bomb El? Really?"
It was frustrating but he wasn't sure why he'd ever thought it would be any different. She may have spent two years chasing him, but Olivia, by her own volition liked doing the running. Once she caught a man, it changed everything. This was the girl who had broken up with a man for making breakfast, so if they were going to be together he was going to have to do some pretty serious work to stop her running in the other direction.
And that serious work was about to take the form of shear bloody mindedness.
"Yeah. An 'L' bomb. Would you prefer me to use something else? Another word?" He dipped his head, pressed his lips to her neck, upping the ante a little, "I'm gonna marry you Liv. That virtually makes you my fiancee. But if you don't like love I'm happy to compromise… what would you like? I like you… I fancy you… I'm fond of… I care for you… I think you're hot?"
As it happened, she liked none of his suggestions, choosing instead to focus on his earlier point, "How can I be your fiancee when you still have a wife?"
It was a fair question he guessed, one that deserved a good answer.
"I'll get divorced. It won't happen overnight, but I'll do it." He cupped his hand under her chin, using it to tilt her head back so he could kiss her again, "I'll talk to Kathy tomorrow. I promise. I want to be with you Liv."
She eyed him sceptically, and he wondered what it would take to make her actually believe him. Because he meant it, he really did. If he had any doubts they were centred around his children, and what their parents divorce would do to them, but he and Kathy could support them, it wouldn't be so bad. And Kathy? Well, she'd probably seen this coming, and in all honesty, Olivia was what mattered… she was the one who really needed him, whether she was willing to admit it or not.
And at that moment though, she was clearly struggling with it, pulling away from him, shaking her head with bewilderment.
"How can this be happening? I mean, I want to be with you too but… how? It can't that that easy."
He pulled her back into his arms, stroking her cheek, "We'll make it work Liv." He reassured her, "I know it sounds crazy, but we will… one day at a time…"
"You promise?" There were tears in her eyes once again but Elliot couldn't help but seize on the hope in her voice, the fact she so obviously wanted and needed to be with him, "Because if it doesn't work and I lose you…"
He never found out what the result of her losing him would be because he silenced her with a kiss before telling her, reassuringly,
"You're not going to lose me. I'm telling you Liv, this is just the beginning…"
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Tada, done! Well. Kind of. Cos there's a sequel planned. Its called 'Champagne' (yeah, I'm sticking with the beverage theme!) and its coming to very soon! To give you a sneak preview, its going to look at how things are going with Liv and Eli a year after the events of Coffee, but that's pretty much all I can give you at the moment, not least, because as we've learnt while I was writing this one, I NEVER plan ahead!
Thank you everyone for reading! As this was my first SVU fic it was so nice to get lots of feedback, it really was appreciated!
Big Loves
Donna x
