A/N:""You many have noticed I have a temper ... but when I calmed down, I realized that this world, blighted and imperfect as it is, would be better with you in it." ― Jasper Fforde, Shades of Grey
DISCLAIMER: The characters aren't mine...yet.
"You sure you made the right decision, here?" Tucker scratched behind his ear, leaning to his left as he shot Elliot a questioning glance.
Elliot nodded, his arms crossed as he leaned up against his desk. "The only time either of us is really willing to take orders from each other is in the bedroom," he said with a smirk and a wink.
"I didn't need to hear that," Tucker groaned, wincing. "Look, for now, it needs to be one of you. Could you just…"
"No," Elliot said firmly. "We talked about it, for a long time, and while, eventually, it's a goal for both of us to be behind a desk barking out assignments, right now…" he bit his lip and took a deep breath. "We just found footing as being something…else. Anything that could wreck that, before we even gave it a fair shot, is off the table."
Tucker squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "You enjoy making my job painful, don't you? You sadistic son of a bitch."
"Just trying to make ourselves happy, for the first time in years," Elliot said, shrugging innocently. "I'm sure if you call around, someone will want that desk."
Tucker rolled his eyes. "I know that, but I also know that this unit doesn't play well with others." He turned his gaze toward the back of the room, where Olivia was talking to a rather panicked young woman, and he smiled at the way she seemed to calm and assuaged the girl, the warmth that radiated from the hardened detective. "Tell you what," he said. "Why don't the two of you, uh, man your battle stations together, at least until I find someone willing to pull this unit out of the muck."
Elliot furrowed his brow. "You mean, like, co-captains? Has that ever been done before?"
"Happens all the time," Tucker said, simpering. He saw the disbelieving look on Elliot's face. "Okay, so more like, there are deputized officers who step in so unit captains can take the day off, but considering neither of you knows what the hell a day off is, you can both…handle things. Work together, even keel, keep the peace, ya dig?"
"What the hell, are you Shaft, all of a sudden?" Elliot joked.
Tucker narrowed his eyes. "Please?"
"Fine," Elliot grumbled, holding up a hand. "But, uh, my first act as one of the big guns, is giving me and Liv an early lunch." He chuckled. "I have to talk to her about something."
Tucker scoffed. "Unbelievable," he mumbled. "Make it fast. I'll stick around till you get back, just, uh, wait until she's done saving that woman's life," he said, jutting a thumb in the direction of Olivia, who had managed to get a smile out of the victim.
Elliot grinned and nodded. "Of course," he said, slapping Tucker in the arm as he moved toward Olivia. He smiled softly as he watched the woman hug her, and snuck up behind her as the woman left the room. "That was incredible," he whispered.
She turned slightly, looking at him over her shoulder. "You said that last night," she quipped coyly.
"Gonna say it again in about forty minutes," he laughed, wagging his brows. "Come upstairs with me."
Her eyes widened. "What? Are you out of your…"
"I need to talk to you," he interrupted, looking at her seriously. He took her hand and pulled her gently, coaxing her up the steps to the cribs. He led her through the door, shutting and locking it behind him, and gave her a gentle shove into the further back room of beds.
Curious, she sat on the first mattress and looked at him expectantly.
He tugged on his tie and climbed over her, kissing her fast as he pressed her down, flattening her on the bed.
Laughing, she moved her lips away from his. "You said you wanted to talk."
"I do," he said, "After more kissing." He slanted his mouth over hers and rocked his hips. He moaned into the kiss, catching her soft mews, and smoothed his hands up her sides. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much."
"Love you, too," she said, but it was muffled by the fierce kiss of his lips. She felt his hands slipping under her shirt, and she knew what he was trying to do to her, for her. She gave in, wrapping her arms around his neck, and she let him consume her the way he so clearly and so desperately wanted.
He worked his hands under the cotton of her button-down, and he palmed over her silk covered breasts, chuckling to himself when her nipples hardened at his teasing touch.
She gasped again, making him grab at her flesh, and she moaned, arching her back, bucking upward into him. "Elliot," she said, the word a warning as she felt him begin to unbutton her shirt.
"Shh," he silenced, taking advantage of the situation, knowing that no one was around to scold or punish, because, at the moment, they were in charge. He worked the last button open and let the cotton fall away from her body. He lightly skimmed his fingertips over her stomach, moaning as he felt her muscles twitch under his touch as he got the shirt off of her completely. He drew slow circles over her navel as he kissed her deeply and then moved his hands lower to the waistband of her pants.
She lost herself in him, her own hands working their way into his black slacks, grabbing hold of his thick hardness. She felt his chest heave and the vibrations of his moan ripple through her from his kiss as she stroked him. She whimpered when his hands left her skin, but moaned lowly when she realized he was taking off his own shirt.
He pulled his tie off and threw it, and his shirt, to the floor beside the bed. He eyed her seductively and then slowly reached beneath her to unhook her bra, pulling it off and away, and adding it to the pile of clothes below, chuckling.
She moved her hands around his chest, a deep moan leaving her lips when his muscles twitched under her fingers. "Damn, El," she said, her lip caught between her teeth.
He chuckled proudly, leaned over toward her, and kissed her as one hand slipped back into her pants, the other teasing her left nipple.
She moaned and arched her back, returning her hand to its place around his dick, pulling and twisting as she stroked him.
His fingers moved again, spurred on by her sudden eager cooperation, and he inched them deeper into her pants, skirting them under the silky material of her underwear. He felt her body tremble as he lightly brushed along the skin of her inner thigh, and he caught her moan in his throat when he pressed a thick finger into her.
"Time," she garbled, kissing him harder, stroking him faster. With her free hand, she shoved the fabric of his pants around his hips, and the once hesitant participant instantly became the aggressor. "El," she said breathlessly, "More. Please."
Not one to make her beg, he thrust another finger into her wet heat, moaned at the feeling of her, and yanked her pants down roughly, taking the silk with them. He pulled his hand out of her, swatted her working fingers away from his body, and peered down at her hungrily. He took a breath, simply watching her reddened face and wide, wonton eyes, and then finally took aim. He held her gaze as he thrust his hips, pushing into her, stretching and filling her. He loved the drugged look on her face as he moved, and when he hit her depths, he moaned, watching her head fall backward. "Fuck," he hissed, stilling and adjusting, loving the way she was already tightening around him, pulling him in even deeper.
"Elliot," she moaned, so quiet, with closed eyes and arched back. Her nails dug into his back as he started to thrust, and she hooked her feet around his legs, locking him to her. "Oh, my God."
"Fuck, Liv," he spat, his body slamming into hers at a brutal pace. He knew they didn't have much time, and he really did need to talk to her. "Shit, baby. God damn." He heard the slapping sounds of their skin with every thrust of his hips, and the way her body moved under his told him that he was hitting all of the right spots.
Nothing had ever felt like this before, for either of them, and they knew that it meant something powerful, something almost sacred, lied between and within them, something that they had never, and would never, experience with anyone else.
She curled her fingers more, her nails piercing his skin, making him moan louder.
"Oh, fuck, Liv," he spat, his own head falling forward as hers fell backward again. "Look at me," he demanded, feeling her start to pulse around him. "Look at me." He moaned her name when her eyes met his, and he felt her clamp around him, her inner walls beating and milking him, and with three more hard thrusts, he had her seized and curled around him, a string of furious curse words flying from her lips as she bit and clawed at his skin. "Holy shit," he hissed, his jaw clenched as he shot hotly into her, his body freezing and overheating at the same time.
It took a moment for her vision to return, for her brain to defog, and when she came down from her incredible high, she was tied around him like a knot, her head buried in the crook of his neck. "Holy shit," she panted, "Oh, my God."
He laughed, peppering her with kisses as he tried to slow his own heartbeat. He cupped her chin with one hand, kissed her slowly, deeply, and whispered soft "I love you'"s against her lips.
"I love you, too," she whispered back, her hands running up and down his back.
He brushed his nose against hers, kissed her again, and looked into her eyes. "I got used to being with you," he said, blinking once. He felt a sharp sting behind his nose and wasn't sure why he was getting so emotional. He felt his arms begin to weaken, having held himself up for a while, and he scooped them around her and rolled over onto his back. He sighed contentedly as she dropped her head to his chest, and he kissed the crown of her head. "I can't go back to living without you."
"Are you…" she popped her head up. "You think you have to? Oh, God, did you take the job?"
"No, no!" he laughed. "God, no, baby," he said, kissing her again. "I just…with everything being finalized and the kids, uh, adjusting…I think it would be a good idea if…" he sighed again. "I called the rental manager of that four bedroom place you were thinking about. I, uh, I wired him the money."
"Money? For what?" she asked, stunned. "What are you talking about?"
"I put down a deposit, we need to pick up the keys tomorrow." He ran his fingers through her hair. "I'll help you pack tonight, and we can be in by Friday."
She stared at him for a moment. "You're serious?"
He nodded. "We're doing this. I told you, I can't go back to…" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. Her lips were on his, her tongue probing his mouth, her hands clawing and clutching at him, her hips rolling again.
She knew it was a line she was afraid to cross, a move she was terrified to make, but now that he had done it, it seemed less petrifying and more perfect. She only hoped that she wouldn't talk herself out of being happy with him.
But then again, maybe it was not herself she needed to worry about.
A/N: Whattt?