"Glad to see Olivia wasn't abusing the pills." -MHfan11794
Ummmmm… Yikes. *ducks* Yeah…. No comment. I don't want to depress you and give you any bad news right now because you seem to be really happy about that.
"I do however get the feeling that Liv is abusing the Valium. I'm not sure if that was the point. If taken the right way your speech should not be slurred or your eyes glossy." –SVUFAN99
*nods head in agreement* Right you are, my dear.
I'm at work and won't be home for a little while so I decided to post this for you guys before I left. I know you all hate waiting! I didn't have time to re-read and edit it so I apologize for any grammar or mistakes! I'll fix it later, I promise!
"Olivia, why are you doing this?" he whispers while he softly strokes her upper arm with the back of his hand.
"Because I need you," she responds, whispering. "I need to experience real love again. I can't have my last memory be of Grant. I need that control back, Elliot. I need you to love me again."
Elliot glances down at the bottle of pills that are still resting in Olivia's palm and wonders if the medication is having an effect on her thinking.
"Liv, I don't want to hurt you. And…and the pills…"
"This has nothing to do with the pills," Olivia argues. "Elliot, I'm not high or out of my mind. I know exactly what I'm doing. Please… I've been under Grant's control for too long… he forced me to make love to him throughout the day and I need that part of my life back. I need to take it all back. I want to experience true love again. I'm ready…Please, Elliot."
Elliot leans down and places a gentle kiss on her lips. He wonders if this is the right decision. Will this cause even more damage to her or will it bring her closer to normalcy?
Olivia closes her eyes and relaxes her body, waiting for Elliot to remind her what true love really feels like.
"I'm ready," Olivia repeats, whispering. "Trust me."
Elliot looks into Olivia's eyes, shifting his body closer to hers. Olivia seems genuine as she extends her hand out and cups Elliot's chin with her palm. Elliot reaches toward the opposite hand and removes the pill bottle that she is holding, tossing it to the other side of the bed.
He pauses once more, not wanting to make any mistakes, but knowing that Olivia will consider herself damaged goods if he rejects her.
Elliot leans over and brings his lips to hers, gently taking in her bottom lip before pulling back and staring into her eyes once more. Elliot wants to make certain that Olivia is truly ready, and not suddenly regretting this after the contact that Elliot had just made.
"I love you," she whispers and Elliot nods his head when he realizes that Olivia's need is still the same.
Elliot kneels, sitting back on his calves as he slowly begins to work at her clothing. He tucks his fingers into the waistband of Olivia's pajama pants and gradually pulls them down her legs, tossing them onto the floor.
He crawls closer to Olivia and lies on his side next to her, reaching his hand toward her abs and gently massaging her stomach. Olivia closes her eyes and fully rests her head back, relaxing as Elliot's hands go from her core to her inner thighs.
Elliot gazes at her angelic face while trailing his hands up between her legs until he reaches her panties. He gently squeezes and feels the moisture through her silk panties as his hand presses against her covered mound.
He remains on his side, using one hand to slowly pull her panties down her legs. He uses the same hand to pull up her tank top, watching his contact as he notices the bruising along her sides and arms.
He frowns in anger, Grant's face suddenly flashing before him, but quickly shakes it off, not wanting to break the intimate mood.
Olivia lifts her upper body as Elliot pulls her tank top past her shoulders and over her head. She watches Elliot as he works at his pants button and zipper. He drags his pants and underwear down his legs, completely exposed as he tosses them onto the floor.
He slowly lowers his body on top of Olivia, hovering over her. He brings his head down and places a soft kiss on her lips, and is slightly surprised when Olivia wraps her hands around the back of his head, bringing him closer.
He lifts his head and looks down at her. He wonders how she manages to stay so relaxed as she smirks and gazes into his eyes. He hopes that she is truly herself and that this isn't just the influence of the medication that he is seeing. However, he can't help but to doubt that this is truly her, his years of experience with victims of sexual violence causing him to think pessimistically.
He lowers himself more onto her body and his erection rests on her stomach as he kisses her neck. He reaches down, grabbing the head of his dick as he places it at her entrance. He waits, slightly nervous as his eyes remain on Olivia.
"Do it, Elliot," she says in a low whisper. "Please…"
Elliot enters her and they both release a gasp as he pushes into her. Olivia lets out a faint whimper as Elliot begins to move inside her, his rhythm consistent as he reaches his arms around her back and embraces her.
In the same manner, Olivia reaches her arms around his strong back as Elliot pumps inside her.
"I love you," Elliot grunts as Olivia's inner walls tighten around him.
Olivia closes her eyes and moans his name as Elliot's pace increases.
"You okay?" he mumbles, momentarily stopping.
"Yes…yes, don't stop," Olivia whispers.
Elliot continues and Olivia wraps her hands around his muscular ass as he begins pumping inside her again. Olivia's moans get louder and Elliot can tell that she is close to her peak. He increases his pace even more, his bottom jaw dropping as her insides vibrate around him.
Olivia cries out and Elliot's motion slows moments later as he moans through his climax.
He rolls off of her, both their breathing labored. He reaches down and pulls the covers back over them, moving closer to Olivia and putting one arm around her.
"I love you," he whispers while kissing her on her right temple. "You're so strong, Liv. You control your own life and I love that about you."
"Thank you," Olivia says softly. "I love you too, Elliot…but I'm not as strong as you think I am."
Elliot looks over at Olivia, gently massaging her shoulder as he speaks.
"You just don't feel that way right now. You'll get there," he promises her, breathing heavily.
Olivia closes her eyes, nodding from Elliot's words. She peacefully exhales as she feels Elliot's hand massaging her shoulder, knowing that she can rest and be at ease in his arms.
The following day
Olivia cracks her eyes open, looking into the darkness and wondering how she always manages to bury her head under the covers during her sleep.
She moves slightly to pull the covers away from her face and freezes when she feels an arm wrapped around her waist. Her heart drops into her stomach and she releases a heavy breath before recoiling, her abs tightening as she tenses her entire body.
She feels the skin to skin contact and realizes she is naked, releasing a small whimper as she thinks she is trapped under his arm on the bed once again.
"Babe, what's the matter?" Elliot asks as he awakens to her soft cry.
Olivia pulls the covers away from her face, whipping her head around, turning to face him and releasing more heavy breaths as she realizes where she actually is. She rolls toward Elliot and clings onto him as if he had just rescued her from a speeding bullet.
"Oh my God," she coughs out, tears pooling into her eyes.
"Liv, what happened?" Elliot responds in concern for her. "What's wrong?"
Olivia can barely speak as she remains holding onto Elliot.
"I-I'm sor-… I'm sorry," she breathes out, stuttering her words.
"It's me," Elliot tells her when he realizes that she must have just woken up from some terrible nightmare or maybe even a flashback. "It's me, babe," he repeats, rubbing her arm.
"I… I don't know what happened….I'm sorry," Olivia tells him, still slightly panicked as she tries to adjust to reality.
"Don't be sorry," Elliot whispers to her. "It's okay. You're okay, Liv…you're okay, ya hear me?"
Olivia frantically nods her head as Elliot brings her closer to him.
"Nightmare?" he asks her.
"Yeah," Olivia lies, whispering.
She doesn't want Elliot to think she is delusional so she confirms his assumption even though her dreams were free of Grant.
"It's over," Elliot comforts her.
Olivia can feel the heat on her cheeks and knows her face is red. She's embarrassed that she had freaked out in front of Elliot and hopes that Elliot is not wondering if he's the cause of it.
She suddenly realizes that the drugs are mostly out of her system, and knows that she would not have reacted in the same manner had she just taken her pills like she had planned on doing.
"Let me get you your robe," Elliot says, hopping out of the bed and walking toward the robe hanging on her door.
He fears that Olivia may feel too exposed. Elliot vows on doing whatever he can to make her feel more comfortable. He hands her the robe and Olivia accepts it, slipping it onto each arm.
"I'm sorry I freaked out on you," Olivia tells him. "You were great last night, you really were."
"Oh, trust me, I know," Elliot jokes in attempt to lighten the mood.
Olivia fakes a smile while using her hand to feel for the pill bottle on the bed. Her palm finally lands on top of the bottle and she slips it into the pocket of her robe as she moves off the bed.
"Don't flatter yourself," Olivia jokes back and Elliot gives her a playful frown. "I'm gonna go hop in the shower."
Elliot hears the sink running first, but when he finally hears the shower water, he walks into the living room, picking up the remote to turn on the television. He sits on the sofa, watching the news and waiting for Olivia to finish. He takes his turn in the bathroom after he hears the door open and Olivia walking in her room to change.
When he finishes showering and dressing he walks back into the living room to see Olivia seated on the sofa, dressed in a large T-shirt and sweatpants, her hair still damp from towel drying it.
He sits beside her, smirking at her as she watches the news. Inside he is happy that they had taken such a huge step last night, but a part of him wonders if Olivia has any regrets.
"You okay?" he asks, staring at her.
Olivia looks at him and smiles, her breathing relaxed as she gazes into his eyes.
"Yeah…I'm great," she says softly. "What about you?"
Elliot shrugs before cocking his head toward her.
"If you're great, I'm great."
He can't help but to be slightly suspicious as Olivia scoots toward him and rests her head on his shoulder, exhaling peacefully. Her skin feels warm and her state is calm. Elliot wonders if these are both just effects of the shower she had just taken.
Showers and baths have always relaxed Olivia, but ever since her capture, most methods Elliot has suggested to calm her have failed.
Could things be going this perfect? Elliot wonders to himself.
"I'll be back in a second," Elliot says, gently nudging Olivia for her to remove her head from his shoulder.
Olivia lifts her head and stares at Elliot, puzzled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Elliot tells her. "I forgot to put deodorant on. I don't wanna get all smelly. You can rest your lovely head on my shoulder when I return in a sec," he says, smiling.
Olivia nods her head and Elliot walks back into the bedroom. When he enters the room he walks over to the bed, tossing a pillow aside and searching through the covers.
He sighs in relief when he finds the medication, the pill bottle appearing to be in the same position as it had been the previous night. He lifts the bottle and shakes it around, looking into the cylinder container, and curious about the amount of pills inside.
He never had the opportunity to count them, but concludes to himself that they had not been touched, doubting that Olivia would swallow them in her bedroom with a dry throat. He looks around the room for a leftover drink in a glass and is satisfied when he doesn't find one.
He tosses the bottle back onto the bed, exiting the room and rejoining Olivia on the sofa.
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