** Rating changing to somewhere between T and M for sexual content, not reccommended for under 14**
"When it all starts coming undone, baby, you're the only one I run to" Lady Antebellum
Spencer led Liz in the house, after three weeks in the hospital, she was home. She was completely healed, except for a few scars left by the deeper gashes. He hated the fact that she would be forever scarred by what happened, both mentally and physically, and he hated the fact she was so self conscious about the physical scars.
"We should probably get you in bed, resting," he said.
"Spence, I've had nothing but bed rest for the last three weeks, in no way do I want more right now."
"Liz, the doctor said you need to take it easy,"
"I can take it easy without staying in bed 24/7, you worry too much," she said, with a smile.
"I do not, you're just stubborn," he retorted, wrapping his arms around her. "Besides, I have every right to worry, I almost lost you."
She buried her face in his chest, she didn't like talking about what she'd indured, he'd done good to get the basic details from her in the hospital. He felt her pull back slightly, and loosened his grip on her, silently she took his hand and led him to the couch.
"Do you remember when you told me what Tobias Hankle did to you? How hard it was? I know you're worried about what happened to me, but it's so hard to relive it Spencer, so hard."
"I know," he said, stroking her hair, "And I hope I haven't seemed pushy, I'm just worried about you, about what this is doing to you."
She let out a harsh laugh, "You don't want to know what this is doing to me, what I've been thinking, I don't even like what I've been thinking."
He tightened his grip on her hands, "You're thinking how easy it would be to turn back to the drugs, to make yourself forget what happened. Then, you thought that made you weak, having that little control over the cravings, but Liz it doesn't, you don't know how many times I've wanted to take Dilaudid, to just forget for a little while, especially when Rothschild sent that last picture. I wanted to get as far away as I could."
Liz stood abruptly and walked to the window, "I hate him for doing this to us, for almost taking me from you, this is supposed to be one of the happiest times of our life, and he's destroyed it."
Spencer rose and walked up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "He didn't destroy it, we're still going to get married and spend the rest of our lives together, we just have to start focusing on that again, not let what Rothschild did get in the way of it." He was suddenly reminded of something Rossi said when they'd been in Nashville after Haley's funeral, "When we finished the case in Nashville, Rossi said something to us that has more meaning now, than I ever thought it would," he felt her turn slightly to look up at him, "Scars remind us of where we've been, they don't have to dictate where we're going."
He felt her body relax back into him, and moved his arms to where they circled her waist.
"You're right," she said, a new determination filling her voice, "we can't let what he did dictate the rest of our life."
He leaned down and brought his lips to hers, it was the first time he'd really been able to kiss her since the kidnapping. She responded immediately, and it was like an electric current as he felt her tongue trace his lips, and his mouth parted against hers. His body was on fire, he wanted her with a hunger he'd never felt, even the first time they'd been together. He felt her lips begin to trace down his neck, her hands wind tightly in his hair.
"You're supposed to be taking it easy," he said breathlessly.
"Umm-hmm, and I will," she said, barely parting her lips from his skin, "Later."
They began to undress each other, clothes falling to the floor as they moved toward the bedroom. He lay her back on the bed, and let his lips begin to cover every inch of her body, slowly, tauntingly, loving the feeling of her nails digging into his back harder and harder the farther down he traveled. Once he began covering her breasts in kisses he couldn't help thinking her nails were probably drawing blood, as deeply buried as they were.
She let out a moan of pleasure as he entered her, a sound he echoed as he felt her tighten around him. Passion, ecstasy, he couldn't find the words to describe that moment.
