So I said this would be the last part, but it's taken me FOREVER to get started, so this is just a wee something to tide you over until I can get THE LAST chapter done, sorry for it taking so long, I want to get it just right. The next part is definatly the last part! X

Again this is not the last part xx

He'd killed her.

The rise and fall of her chest was simply a memory as she lay motionless on the floor, he couldn't move, he could only pray that the darkness would envelope him before his heart broke completely. He could barely think straight as the loss of blood threatened to finally take him. His heart was racing, his vision blurry, the desperate beat of his heart was all he could hear as he simply start the woman who just moments before had begged him to end her life. He had killed her, he'd killed her.

Elliot sat up slowly, his heart racing as he wiped the beads of sweat off of his forehead. It was the third time in weeks that he had dreamt of his last moments of consciousness when he and Olivia had been held by Vickers the first time. With all the drama surrounding Jamie he had barely had time to think about what had happened in the last moments of their capture, of course he had thought about it, before he had found out that Olivia was pregnant it was all he could think about. He had never been more troubled, thinking about his hands around the throat, her gasps as she struggled not to fight him.

As soon as she had told him about Jamie and every thought and regret became about his unborn baby and how he'd treated Olivia. He had had woken a few times in the middle of the night with nightmares about the whole situation but nothing like this, he was being plagued by the memories of hurting Olivia and it was killing him, all he could to was remind himself that she wasn't dead, she was with him.

He was stirred from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder,

"Hey," she whispered, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "are you okay?" she placed a soft kiss on his shoulder blade, unable to see his face as he sat in front of her.

"Yeah," he lied, holding in the sigh that was desperate to escape. He reached behind to place his hand over hers as it rested on his shoulder, gently running his thumb across her hand.

"El," she felt his back tensing as her lips pressed against his shoulder blade for a second time, "talk to me."

"It's...it's nothing," he turned to face her, trying to reassure her as he smiled and pulled her hand towards his mouth, gently kissing it.

She cocked her head to the side slowly, sympathetically, worried that he was troubled, she could see the pain etched into his face even as he tried to hide it.

"Talk to me," she repeated.

Silence.

"El..."

He released the sigh. He knew he had to be honest with her, that it was the only way they would work, if they went back to the way they used to be they would never survive. He took a deep breath,

"I've been having...nightmares..."

She threaded her fingers through his as he spoke.

"...about...Vickers," he wasn't lying, he just wasn't being specific, she would only feel guilty if he told her exactly what was bothering him.

She shifted in the bed until she was on her knees across from him, her hands placed gently on his neck as she forced him to look her in the eye, ready to listen, silently asking him what he needed her to do.

"Liv..." he closed his eyes, "I just...I need you," he admitted. He needed to feel her, to love her, reassurance that she was okay and that everything was still perfect. He brought his hand around to the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, kissing her slowly, closing his eyes as she slowly ran her tongue along his bottom lip, her hands cupping his face, the feel of his chiselled, unshaven jaw against her soft skin sent shivers down her spine.

His tongue slipped effortlessly into her mouth as her hands travelled towards his chest, along his perfectly formed arms until she held his hands in hers, she threaded her fingers with his, connecting with him on every level. These were the moments she loved the most, when he rested his forehead against hers and simply breathed, when she could almost hear his heart beating.

His lips searched for hers again as he reached for the bottom of her tank top, only stopping the kiss to pull it over her head, he pulled her closer to him until his bare chest met hers as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, his penis throbbing as she moaned into his mouth, the moan morphing into a gasp as he ran his thumb across her nipple.

She pressed herself into him feeling his proud erection against her stomach, needing to be closer to it and him, relieved when he slowly pushed her back onto the bed, his lips never leaving hers. She ran her hands along his back, already knowing every inch of him, this was one of her (many) favourite things about him, his toned smooth back. The way his shoulders tensed when he was anxious, when he was mad or even when he was proud, simply made her melt, now as she ran her hands across his shoulder blades as his erection pressed into her stomach, only a pair of panties and his boxers between them, she felt, like always, like she had never wanted him more. Her skin was on fire from his every touch, his lips travelled to her neck and she thought she couldn't even try to hide the moan that escaped from her lips.

His hands travelled from her breasts only to be replaced by his mouth. Olivia inhaled sharply, her back arching to give him better access to her erect nipples, Elliot's tongue gliding across them as his hand travelled along her stomach before reaching her panties. He gently ran his fingers along the material, deliberately skimming her clit, knowing the thin barrier would drive her crazy. As his hand glided across her clit again she bucked into him, whispering "El..."

She pushed his boxers down his legs, desperate, aching to have him inside of her, he mirrored her as he pulled her panties down along her long, luscious legs until she couldn't take it anymore and kicked them off, leaving no barriers between them. She cupped his face and pulled him towards her so that she could see him as he entered her, his eyes were glazed over, a deep, sensual haze surrounded them both as he settled at her entrance, his lips crashing down on hers as she opened her legs to accommodate him and lifted her hips as he slowly entered her.

Every time he entered her she felt complete and unashamedly dependant on him and the way it felt to have him inside of her. She brought her hands down to the column of his neck, feeling closer to him than she ever had. Neither one of them moved as she adjusted to his size, he pressed his forehead against hers, simply drowning in the moment, completely surrounded by her, feeling more loved than he ever had.

There were times when they made love like this, slowly, passionately, when they would savour each moment and each touch as love seemed to surround them. Other times he would take her, or she would take him, or they would take each other, clinging, biting and grasping as he entered her sometimes without warning, pressed against wall, the door, in the shower or in bed when she thought he was sleeping, in the three months since they had finally confessed their love they had made love in every way possible, and she had never wanted anyone more and she knew that she never would.

He shook her from his thoughts as his lips captured her yet again and he slid out of her, pushing into her again as she lifted her hips to meet his and moaned as he filled her. His kiss became more desperate, as he moved his hips and grasped her hands, threading his fingers with hers, holding her down as he thrust into her again, this time with more force. She tightened her grip, her hands wrapped around his as she wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him into her that little bit more.

With each thrust she swallowed a moan, the pleasure in the bottom of her stomach already building. She gasped as he bit her lip, thrusting into her quickly, his tongue darting into her mouth as she struggled not to get lost in him completely, there were times when she could've cried as he made love to her, as he showed her exactly what she meant to him with his action, with his touch. There were times when her love for him completely overwhelmed her and she wondered if it was possible to love someone too much, so much that your heart was fit to burst, so much that it almost hurt.

She was yet again shaken from her thoughts, as she was pulled from the mattress until she was sat on top of him, their bare chests touching as he too sat up, their hearts beating in sync against each other. He pressed his lips into the column of the throat as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him as closer to her as he could as she rolled her hips and they found a new rhythm. His short sharp breaths only encouraging her as his hands travelled along her back, sending shivers down her spine. She loved being this close to him, having her chest pressed against his as he moved inside of her, her arms wrapped around him and his around her, she moaned as his lips travelled to her breast, his tongue circling her nipple.

"I love you," she heard his soft whisper as she began to lose herself in his arms. He thrust up into her as she fought to capture his lips as her orgasm began to take her, she moaned against his lips, knowing that he was as close as she was.

"El..." her high pitched cry pushed him over the edge, he had been trying to hold back to fight the desperate need to let go. He knew that this was her way of letting him know it was okay, that it was okay to let go. He swiftly pushed her onto her back never breaking contact, thrusting into her, ready to release. She wrapped her legs around him needing more of him.

"Yes," she bit down on his shoulder, struggling not to scream as he completely took her. She clung to him as she felt her orgasm nearing, "Oh god...Elliot, mmmmmm,"

"Liv," he grunted as he too neared his climax, he thrust into her just a few more times before they were both pushed over the edge, his lips crashed down on hers as they both rode the aftershocks of their love making. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he collapsed on top of her, still inside of her, moving slowly. She kissed his temple as he lay on top of her, silently thanking him for not pulling out of her.

"I love you," she whispered as she ran her hands along his back, along his perfectly formed ass. When he didn't reply she wondered if she was asleep.

"I can't lose you, I...I need you," he whispered.

She had often wondered if he was frightened and overwhelmed like she had been, she hadn't asked, she knew that one day it would come out, that he would confide in her.

"I...the nightmare is that I killed you, that you didn't wake up when I-"

She didn't need him to finish the sentence that he was struggling with.

"You saved me, you always save me," her lips pressed against his temple again, she gently placed her hands on his neck and pulled him until they were face to face, "I love you, I'm not going anywhere, ever," she reassured him, almost thankful that she wasn't the only one who was scared.

He nodded slowly and she was almost sure that he was ready to cry, he gently tucked his face back into the crook of her neck and she held him, still inside her, until he fell asleep.

I know I've been a wee bit rubbish getting this last chapter done but I promise it's on the way! Maybe even tonight! Xx