(AN: Here is the last chapter of this story. Sad about that. It's short and incredibly sugar coated or at least I think it's a little sappy. But here it is and I hoped you enjoyed the complete story. One down and like a million more stories to go. Please review. Feedback is always welcomed.)
Elliot sighed and smiled when he heard the doctor mumble something. He felt George tighten his hold on him. The fact that the doctor was now asleep again was a good thing because Elliot felt worn out.
George had literally jumped him once they got inside his apartment. They actually hadn't left the bedroom or unpacked anything from the suitcases.
Elliot wasn't complaining at all but he had wanted to give George sometime to get over his ordeal but it seemed that the doctor had other plans.
For the first time ever Elliot really thought that George was ignoring what happened. That wasn't what George did and that wasn't what he was supposed to do.
This truly made Elliot worried.
"What are you thinking about?" Elliot turned his head and looked at George.
"Everything that has happened," the detective answered.
"We're going to have to talk about it George." George frowned at him and moved away from Elliot.
"I don't want to," he said as he sat up in the bed.
Elliot frowned and wondered when did he become the voice of reason and when did George become the stubborn one.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around the doctor's waist. Teeth nipped at the shorter man's ear.
"Please talk to me because I don't understand why you're acting this way. I wanted to give you space and time," Elliot said softly in his ear.
"I needed you to touch me. I need to feel you because I didn't want to feel him anymore." George felt Elliot's hands move down his body and he shivered at the movement.
"All you had to do was ask," the detective whispered in his ear. George relaxed as Elliot started to press kisses along his neck and he moaned as Elliot hands moved down his navel.
"Beautiful," the taller man mumbled and George smiled a little before he moaned again. The detective nipped at the tender skin of the doctor's neck and he sighed.
"Can we go back to sleep, now? I think three times was enough for tonight, and you're still recovering." George nodded and relaxed more as Elliot's thumb moved slowly up and down his navel.
They lay back down and Elliot started thinking again.
"Stop it before I make you sleep on the couch," George said softly. Elliot rolled his eyes and then closed them, hoping that sleep would soon over take them.
