This chapter took me a while to write. You will soon understand why ...
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25. Ordinary people
They are on their sides, facing each other and just looking at each other. Trevor has pulled a sheet up over their bodies, that just reaches their hips. They're not cold.
Olivia can't believe she's told Trevor she loves him but for some odd reason, she can't stop smiling. Neither can he for that matter. The look in his eyes is one of pure happiness and it melts away her insecurities. How any man can think he's the luckiest man in the world to be with her is beyond her, but she'll take it. He is accepting her as she is, issues and all, and she's not going to say no to that. She does love him - the real Trevor that she's gotten to know recently. The Trevor that is kind and caring, funny and entertaining, who looks out for his family and who is great with kids. The Trevor who may have money to spend but doesn't really brag about it or flaunt it. Well, aside from this enormous apartment maybe, with a view to die for. And the bed they are currently in.
"Your bed is huge," she finally says and Trevor chuckles.
"That's the first thing you wanna tell me after … after?"
She bites her lip when he can't finish his sentence. She thinks it's the first time she's ever seen him lose his touch when it comes to words. He caresses her cheek with the backs of his fingers and then lets his hand drift down to her shoulder and arm before settling on her waist.
"I'm a very tall man, as you may have noticed," Trevor tells her and she grins again.
She's noticed.
"So I had this bed custom-made. It's as wide as a King but a foot longer than standard."
"It's awesome," she says. "I could live in this bed."
Trevor smiles and the look in his eyes is warm and loving when he moves in to kiss her softly on the lips.
"Then by all means, stay."
She hadn't planned on leaving any time soon and when Trevor takes her in his arms and she feels his warm skin on hers again, she really never wants to leave. It's more than sex with Trevor. Much more. And she is beginning to hope that maybe, just maybe, she has finally found what she's been looking for.
He kisses her and she stops thinking. She loves this man and for once, it doesn't scare her to admit it. She kisses him back and he moans, and she feels his body respond to hers again. She is doing that to him. She arouses him, and there is a lot of him to arouse.
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He almost wants to pinch himself. She loves him too! He has managed to contain himself but he feels like jumping up and down on his bed like a kid. Maybe he will, soon. With Olivia. He can see it now but it will have to wait, because the way she's kissing him now makes him want to be buried inside her again. Her body is amazing and the way she responds to his touch is incredible to watch. He could look at her all night, taking her to new highs and watch her face while she soars and then comes back down from her high. He wants to make her come again.
Her hands caress his skin and he burns wherever she touches him. She moves down his body to kiss his chest and he shivers. Her hand drifts down to caress his growing manhood and he hisses when she wraps her hand around it.
She lifts her head to look at him and seems to be aware of the power she has over him. She is literally holding him in her hands and his body is jumping for joy at the notion. Olivia's smile widens when she feels how excited he is.
"My body loves you too," he manages to rasp and he groans when she squeezes a little harder and then starts pumping him slowly.
"That goes both ways," she whispers.
He moves his hand to one of her breasts and kneads it gently. Her eyes flutter closed but her hand stays locked around him, making him rock-hard for her again. He moves so he can kiss her again and she kisses him back longingly. It's like it's different now, after she's told him she loves him too. Maybe it was there before, but it's out in the open now. Her mouth is warm and inviting and she is letting him in. He never wants to hurt her or disappoint her and when she moans again, he stops thinking and just responds to her.
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She feels different. More vulnerable but also more complete. It isn't just Trevor's body that completes her, now that he's inside her again. Olivia feels like he is starting to fill a void in her life that isn't physical. And she surrenders to it. She is on her back and Trevor on top of her and she's never felt this safe in this position before. His movements are passionate and deliberate but not threatening in any way. He doesn't crush her, keeping most of his weight on his arms while he moves deep inside her. Olivia's hands caress his chest, shoulders and arms, and when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, she squeezes his biceps while arching her back.
"Oh baby," Trevor sighs and she looks up at his handsome face.
He is looking at her body and it's as if she can feel his eyes on her breasts, caressing them with love and lust without even touching them.
He hits that spot again and she yelps. Trevor smiles, clearly proud of what he's doing to her and Olivia's hands move down to his waist and ass to spur him on.
"Keep going," she pants and Trevor is only too happy to oblige.
Olivia lifts her legs a little higher and Trevor groans, thrusting even faster and deeper.
"Oh yes," Olivia sighs.
She closes her eyes, ready to succumb to the waves of pleasure that are imminent.
Trevor gazes down at Olivia. He knows she's close and her flushed face reflects expectation as well as surrender. She is perfect and her body is gripping him like a vice. He couldn't stop now if he tried. She's his and he is hers. He drops down to his elbows and tilts his hips, working to give Olivia pleasure before himself. Her reaction is enough to send him over the edge with her. Her legs lock around his thighs and she cries out, her nails digging into his ass cheeks. Olivia lets out a string of high-pitched gasps as she comes, her body shaking and clenching around him, and Trevor releases himself deep inside her.
She feels him pulsating inside her and can't breathe.
"I love you," she gasps.
"Oh, oh, Liv," Trevor croaks in her ear, high on his orgasm, that is still making his body shake.
Olivia wraps her arms around his shoulders and holds him close until he finally comes down from his high. Trevor lifts his head and they smile at each other. Olivia kisses him softly and they kiss languidly, still intimately connected. Even now that his body is relaxing, he still feels big inside her and Olivia knows she's been ruined for other men after this night. She pushes her hips up and Trevor smiles against her lips.
"Still can't get enough?" he mumbles.
"Of you?" Olivia asks with a bright smile. "Never."
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They spend the night and the next day together without ever leaving Trevor's apartment. Olivia is usually a light sleeper, always ready to head out to another crime scene, but she's slept like a baby in Trevor's arms. They have fun making breakfast together and have to take a shower together afterwards because too much food has ended up on their bodies. They lounge on Trevor's huge sofa and watch some TV, and Olivia thinks again that this is what ordinary people do on a lazy Sunday. It's this normal life she has seen but has never felt a part of.
"Do you ever go to church?" she asks him, realizing that that, too, is a part of the life of ordinary people on Sundays.
Trevor isn't even surprised at the question. They've already asked each other so many little things over the course of the day. He loves to get to know Olivia better and better.
"Grandma used to take us to church when we were kids and our parents let me and Linda go to Sunday school whenever we wanted to go."
Olivia is cuddled up with him on the sofa and he kisses her temple.
"You?"
She shrugs.
"Mom never took me, and it's not a habit you pick up without some encouragement, I guess."
"So why did you ask?"
She looks up at him and he wants to kiss her again. It's as if several layers have been peeled off her and there is hardly anything left of the haughty Detective he used to see at the 1-6. She isn't wearing any makeup and she is completely relaxed, wearing nothing but one of his button-up shirts and a pair of his socks. And she wants to know more about him.
"I was just thinking that this is as close to a normal life I've ever been. I guess I'm wondering about more stuff that people think is part of normal life."
His heart breaks a little for her again. He wants to give her that normal life, away from the blood, death and violation she sees every day, and the emotional abuse she's suffered as a result of that horror from the day she was born.
"We can go to a church next Sunday if you want?" he offers. "Grandma has told me a few times that there's a very nice Baptist church near here."
Olivia smiles.
"Is she still praying for your immortal soul?"
"I'm sure she is," Trevor says with conviction. "And I'm sure she started praying for you yesterday as well."
"That's so sweet," Olivia says quietly.
She can't imagine anyone taking the time to talk about her to God and it moves her. It makes her feel like she belongs. Like she belongs in this world and like she belongs with Trevor and his family. She rests her head on Trevor's shoulder and sighs contently.
"You wanna take a nap?" Trevor asks her softly and she smiles.
"You want to take me to bed again?" she asks without looking at him.
She feels Trevor's arm tighten a little around her.
"I meant actual sleep, but I wouldn't say no to some tlc while we're there," he admits, and they both chuckle.
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It's almost 5 PM when they decide that maybe they should get up again to make some dinner. Olivia is nestled comfortably between Trevor's legs and is resting her chin on her arms on top of his chest.
"What would you like?" Trevor asks her, referring to dinner.
Olivia wiggles her eyebrows and he laughs out loud.
"If I had known you had such a dirty mind, Detective …" he says, still laughing.
"You would have gone after me a lot sooner, Counselor," Olivia tells him, and he knows she's right.
Making love to Olivia is like breathing to him now. He can't imagine being without her again. Just when they make another attempt at leaving his bed, his phone starts ringing. They both groan and Olivia lets her naked body slide off of his. He misses her warmth already and reaches for his phone that's on the floor next to the bed, somewhere between the heap of clothes there. He answers it just in time.
"Langan."
He exhales slowly when he hears why he is being called in on a Sunday afternoon. This won't go over well with Olivia. They should have talked about this. They covered so many topics today but they never once talked about their jobs and the cases. He can only hope that she will understand that not going to meet this client is not an option for him right now.
Olivia has seen Trevor stiffen and she wonders what the call is about.
"Alright, give me an hour," she hears him say and she feels disappointment that their time together is being interrupted.
When Trevor ends the call and turns back around to face her, there is a shadow over his face. Olivia frowns.
"What's wrong?" she asks him.
"I have to go."
"I gathered as much, Trevor. Big case?"
"You could say that."
Trevor gets out of bed and quickly picks up his boxer briefs from the floor and puts them on. Olivia watches him as he walks over to his huge closet to find a clean shirt. He has a magnificent body but she's completely focused on his demeanor right now. Something's off.
"Can't talk about it with me?" she inquires, trying to understand why he is suddenly so distant.
With their jobs, there's always that thin line of course, of what they can and can't discuss with each other.
Trevor pulls his pants up and buttons his white shirt, then turns around to face her.
"They think they caught last year's pattern 17 rapist at last."
A chill shoots up Olivia's spine and she unconsciously pulls the sheet up to cover herself. The pattern 17 rapist … one of last year's most horrific cases because of the age of the victims. Little preschoolers, snatched up from playgrounds around Manhattan and dumped at a different playground a day later after being abused, left barely alive. One of the little girls had died from her injuries and the others were traumatized for life. None of them had been able to provide a good description of their attacker. The DNA found on the victims didn't give them any leads and when the attacks stopped, the case had gone cold. Eight little victims and their families, still waiting for justice.
"Why did they call you?" Olivia asks, but she fears she already knows the answer.
Trevor swallows hard and her stomach drops.
"You can't defend him!" she exclaims, backing further away from him without realizing it.
Then her phone starts ringing and she knows who it is. She's being called in on the same case as Trevor, but for the other side. Elliot offers to pick her up and she has no choice but to tell him she isn't at her apartment. She tells her partner she'll be in shortly, and after ending the call quickly, she stares up at Trevor again. He is standing next to the bed, fully dressed, and she suddenly feels very naked underneath the sheet.
"I'm sorry, Olivia. I have to go and meet him. To see what the case is against him."
"Why?" Olivia asks, and the horror in her voice and her eyes hits him square in the chest. "Please don't go, Trevor. Don't do this."
She feels a surge of panic inside her. Everything was so perfect. She should have known it was all too good to be true. He won't give up a lucrative case for her. What was she thinking?
"Liv. Can we … can we talk about this later?" Trevor asks but he can already see the shutters closing in Olivia's eyes. He knows she won't be here when he gets back.
"If you leave now to defend that monster, there will be nothing to talk about," she says, and the small waver in her voice is the only thing betraying the emotion behind her words. Her face has turned into stone.
"Liv …"
"No."
Olivia turns away from him to get out of bed on the other side, still clutching the sheet. He watches her naked back, the back he had been caressing just minutes ago when everything had been right in the world. Now, she won't even look at him when she tells him,
"Just go."
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A/N: Please don't hate me ...
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