Author's Comments: I guess I've started a war—AO vs. EO. So comment, and tell which one you are voting for, and why.
The song for this story is "Let Her Go," by Passenger. Very sweet song. I wish someone would make a vid to it (hint hint for all of you vidders out there—doesn't have to match my story, lol).
Let Her Go
Chapter Eleven
Part 1.
Alex—gorgeous, leggy Alex—came straight to Olivia and consoled her with a hug. "I heard what happened," she said. "Sounds like you had quite a scare."
Olivia absorbed her embrace like a sponge, opening her eyes to see Nick glancing at her, shaking his head. She knew why he looked irritated. He always complained that she didn't tell him anything, and she was sure he would have figured out by now that some secretive things were going down in this office.
She pulled away, looking deep into those sparkling eyes she loved so much. "Thanks, Alex," she said.
Elliot made his arrival then, having been checked out and debriefed and given the okay to come back to work. He caught her eye, and she read his face, knowing he wanted to talk to her alone. She slipped out of the room and into the loft, waiting by her locker for him.
He did not disappoint, casting a shadow in the doorway and one last glance behind him to make sure nobody was going to walk in on their conversation. "Hey, I . . ." he began, coming face to face with her, his mouth twitching for the right words to say. He glanced away, and she could swear there was a tear hiding out in the corner of his eye. "I came a little too close to death today."
She captured his gaze with her eyes, and he said, "It really made me think about . . . things." He shook his head, saying, "I'm sorry I've been such an ass lately. And I just want you to know—whatever you decide, I won't be angry about it. Hurt, maybe. But I'll get over it. I just want you to be happy, and if that means you fall in love with someone else, I'm not going to hold a grudge."
As the words sunk in, he lifted his hand to her hair and brushed a strand of it away from her tear-brimmed eyes. With a half-smile, he turned and walked away. Olivia looked down at her trembling hands, cursing the cruelty of a universe that would present her with such a dilemma.
Part 2.
Alex was nowhere in sight when Olivia retreated from the loft, but she knew where to find her. Before entering Alex's office, Olivia paused, her hand on the doorknob, not even knowing what to say. She entered, and Alex looked up from her desk, their eyes locking.
"Olivia?" Alex said, standing to close the door as Olivia paced with one hand on her forehead and the other on her hip. Alex watched, confusion clouding her face.
"What's wrong?" said Alex. "We got our rapist, and Elliot is okay—"
Olivia stopped abruptly and cast her gaze onto Alex's ravishing face. "Kiss me," Olivia said, her voice breathy. "Just kiss me."
Alex looked toward the door and said, "But—"
Olivia was having none of it, and pulled Alex to her by her arm, using her other arm to guide Alex's head to hers, pressing her lips into Alex's sweet mouth. There was resistance at first as Alex worked out what the hell was going on, and then she kissed back, mouth open wide, tongue meshing with Olivia's.
Alex pulled away for a breath, but only for a second, returning for a second kiss as she pressed her body into Olivia's. Olivia received it, pulling Alex tightly against her. Keeping her lips locked onto Alex's, she guided Alex to the leather couch nearby and then pushed the startled blonde into it. Climbing on top of her, her legs straddling Alex's body, she leaned in to savor those luscious lips one more time.
As Alex's chest heaved underneath her, their breasts brushed against one another, causing Olivia's nipples to harden. She responded by moaning, and Alex pulled away to whisper in her ear, "We can't do this here. If I get caught . . ."
Olivia put a finger to her lips. "Shhh," she said. "Nobody's going to know."
"But what if someone comes to the door?" Alex protested.
Olivia cast a glance back at the door and said, "It's locked, right?"
Alex still looked uncertain, but Olivia tried to assuage her doubt by ripping off her own clothes, down to the underwear. Alex sat silently, mouth wide in shock, as Olivia unbuttoned Alex's blouse, burying her face in the perky breasts that lay exposed before her. Pulling Alex's bra off and clutching firmly at her breasts, Olivia began to move up and down in a rhythmic motion, grinding her turned up self into Alex's body.
Alex finally gave in and joined the game, unbuttoning her own pants and then removing them, along with her panties, so that she could enjoy the writhing action as well. Olivia leaned into her, their breasts pushing together, nipples standing on end in response. Her breathing deepened, and nerve endings opened to the pleasure as she pressed her crotch into Alex's.
Breaking away long enough to remove the last thin barrier between them—her own underwear, Olivia climbed on top again, and resumed her grinding motion, their soft spots sliding together, slickened with excitement. As sweaty bodies squirmed together in excitement, Olivia's belly began to churn, an expanding pressure spreading out into her legs and travelling up her spine until she could hardly contain the impending explosion.
"I think I'm going to . . ." she said, and took three deep breaths as she hit the point of nirvana and her entire body quivered. Alex came at the same time, her limbs spasming in tight little contractions. Olivia watched her face, full of ecstasy, and for one moment, just this moment, she forgot all about everything else going on in her life. Right now was for the two of them alone, and whatever had happened or was going to happen could not penetrate the bond they shared as they joined together in reaching paradise.