A/N: More smut! Good lord you guys, I need to get a life! I know you all will leave fabulous reviews for this to make it all worth it, RIGHT?! Loves! XO, KJ
Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination belongs to me.
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"Do you want to order a movie?" I ask, flipping through the TV guide on top of the set in the armoire.
"We can if you want," he replies absentmindedly, looking in the direction of Kelli's closed door.
I cross the room and walk up behind him. I wrap my arms around his stomach and snake my hands between the buttons of his shirt. Rubbing up and down his abs, I smile into his back as he sucks in a breath.
"You can go check on her if you want," I say. "She's in there."
He turns and smiles at me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're amazing, you know that, right?"
I nod. "I'm aware," I tease. "I'm going to put some sweats on," I explain as he's still looking at her almost closed door.
He smiles at me and strides across the room, his powerful legs carrying him quickly to our daughter's door. I leave him to it and head into the master suite to change. I grab a tee shirt and a pair of shorts out of my bag and slip them on before I wander back into the living room and flop down on the couch. Elliot is standing in the doorway to Kelli's room, his arms across his chest watching her sleep. "She okay?" I ask.
"She's perfect," he answers without looking at me, a smile on his face.
"Come snuggle with me," I say. He pulls her door back to where it was, open a crack for the light to get in so she isn't scared. He turns to me and smiles, raising an eyebrow.
"Isn't that mine?" he asks about my light blue NYPD tee shirt.
"Hasn't been for… what… thirteen years ago that you left it at my apartment? I'd say it's mine now," I reply with a grin.
"We'll see about that," he vows.
"Oh really? What're you gonna do about it, Stabler?" I taunt.
He gets a devilish gleam in his eye, one I recognize all too well. He darts toward the couch and I leap up before he can trap me.
"Can't get me," I say.
Elliot rolls his eyes. "You've been spending far too much time with a six-year-old," he says. He leaps over the couch and scoops me into his embrace, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He bands an arm around my thighs and turns his head to press a kiss to the side of my leg where my shorts have ridden up. He strides into the bedroom and dumps me unceremoniously onto the bed. He apparently decides that I'll stay there and starts loosening his tie. I take the opportunity to roll away and dart back out the door. "Liv," he whines.
"Hmmm?" I ask from my re-secured position on the couch.
"Come back," he whines some more.
"And I'm acting like a six-year-old?" I ask.
He laughs. "Fine. I think I'm going to bed," he teases.
"Okay," I reply. I know he's trying to trick me. And I'll go in there. But I'm going to make him suffer for a little while. I flick through the channels on the TV a couple times, stopping for a few moments on various shows. I glance at my watch and see that ten minutes have gone by. Long enough.
I click off the TV and shut off the lamp behind the couch, bathing the room in darkness. The bedroom light is off… he didn't really go to bed, did he? I stop in the doorway, seeing his muscular form stretched out in the middle of the big bed. "I was wondering how long you'd make me wait," he growls.
I pull my – his – tee shirt off over my head and shove my shorts and panties to the floor. I move to the end of the bed and crawl up his naked form until I'm straddling his thighs. "Not much longer," I say with a smile. He folds his hands behind his head and grins at me. I bend down and kiss his bare chest, my tongue darting out to lick at his nipple. He sucks in a breath and I smile against his skin. He reaches down between us and drags his fingers along my wet slit. He slides two fingers inside me and presses his thumb against my clit. I'm so close to orgasm I can't believe it. He's always been able to do this to me. It's a wonder I can work when we're together. He barely has to look at me and I'm screaming his name in ecstasy. I reach down and pull his hand away, shifting so that I can slide down onto his shaft. My head drops back to my shoulders as I groan my acceptance of him in my body. I lean down and give him a hot, wet kiss, using my hands to balance myself as I lift off of his penis. When I drop down again, we both groan into each other's mouths, trying to stifle our usual rafter-rattling screams so we don't wake our daughter. He reaches up and tweaks my nipple, his hand cupping the soft skin of my breast. I pull back so I can lift off of him again. I lean back, balancing my hands on his thighs as I'm riding him. He reaches his other hand out to capture my swaying breast. My eyes lock on his smoky blue gaze as he slams his hips up into me. The look on his face is pure lust. I quicken my pace, reaching out for my orgasm, knowing it's within my grasp. I love making love to this man almost as much as I love straight up fucking him like I'm doing right now. His hips rise off the bed again and I slam down against him. He reaches up and spears his fingers into my hair, pulling me down to him. He kisses me and swallows my screams as I come. I kiss him back for all I'm worth. I'll never be over Elliot. I'm a lost cause.
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A few moments later, he's tucked securely around me, his hands idly stroking my stomach and breasts beneath the sheet.
"I love you," he says. Tears build in my eyes because I know that I love him too. Dammit, this is going to be hard. This is why I didn't want to see him again when I had Kelli. I knew the bastard would make me fall in love again.
Like you ever fell out.
Totally not the point. Whether I ever fell out or not, I'm back in now, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
"I love you," I whisper, tears choking my voice. He places a soft kiss against the back of my neck as he trails his fingers down my stomach and lets them come to rest between my legs. I lift my knee slightly so he can slide them inside. He does and he pumps them back and forth, drawing a second orgasm out of me. I clench my thighs around his hand, coming as quietly as I can. He pulls his fingers out and leaves his arm draped across my stomach, pulling my hips tighter to him. "I missed you," I admit, the tears falling freely.
"Hey, hey, what's with the tears?" he asks. He can feel my body shaking with sobs.
"I just… I don't know. When we got Kelli back, it made me think of Rebecca and Ryan, and how we found Rebecca in that box… and… I'm just so happy nothing happened to our baby," I sob.
"There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about that, and you, and how I almost lost you. I can't believe I was ever so stupid to let you go," he says quietly.
"We'll figure this out, El. I… I don't think I can be without you anymore," I admit. Something in his gentle love has freed my soul. On one hand, I'm terrified of how this is going to work out. But on the other… I'm too scared of what will happen if I don't at least try.
I roll to my other side so I'm facing him. I stare into his blue eyes in the darkness, not really sure what I'm hoping to see there. He reaches up and wipes a tear from my cheek with his thumb. I cup his stubbled cheek with the palm of my hand and kiss his lips gently. Normally, he would deepen the kiss and we would be going another round but I need to be held right now, and he knows it. He knows me. I kiss him again, and whisper that I love him. I just can't stop saying it. He has to know. It's urgent to me that he knows how important he is to me.
"I love you too, Liv. So much. I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry I didn't come back. I'm sorry you've had to do the last six years by yourself."
"I know you are, El. I forgive you. I love you," I say again. It spills out of my mouth like a reflex.
He smiles and kisses me lightly. "Go to sleep, baby. Sweet dreams."
I close my eyes and snuggle my head into the space where his neck and chest meet. I tip my head down a bit and place a gentle kiss over his heartbeat. His hands stroke up and down my bare back, tracing idle patterns along their path. It feels so good to be in his arms. I remember what I've told my daughter so many times.
Your daddy's hug is the safest place in the whole world.
And it is.
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A/N: I wrote most of this chapter earlier today, but the end stuff I did after "Fault," which I hadn't ever seen before. I know, I know. What self-respecting EO shipper hasn't seen "Fault?!?!?!" But I hadn't. And now I have. And as you all know, that is like the freaking most emotionally draining episode ever. I tried to wrap this chapter up as neatly as I could, but all I could see were the tears streaming down Liv's face when she's pretty much begging Gitano not to kill Elliot. SO DRAINING! So now, I must go to bed, dream of the amazing Chris (hee!) and wake up renewed and refreshed in the morning. In the meantime, hit that little purple button and tell me what you thought! Thanks! XO, KJ