a/n: Dear Kenny, ask and ye shall receive…
Ed relished the feel of Olivia's lips on his for the second time in one day. Of course, now, lying in bed with her hovering above him, ravaging his mouth, things were significantly more intense than their earlier make out session in her kitchen.
Truth be told, he was still reeling from her sudden shift in gears. They needed to have a serious conversation about their relationship and her lingering doubts, and it needed to be at a time when they weren't hiding out in a stranger's guestroom.
But damn if the woman's mouth wouldn't be the death of him. The fact that she was here with him and that she initiated this made it almost impossible to focus on anything else.
Olivia nipped at his bottom lip.
He smiled into her kiss and took the hint, returning his full attention to the beautiful woman in his arms. The stark reality of their situation faded from his thoughts as he cupped her face and lost himself in the taste of her.
Olivia was propped up on her elbow and pressed against his side. It started out innocently enough, a simple kiss. She surprised herself with her burst of intensity, but the spark she felt when her lips touched his ignited the ache of the past half a year without him.
She should stop this but found she couldn't. Not yet. His body was warm and hard. The scent of his aftershave filled her with a familiar comfort. She sighed against his lips.
Feeling her falter, Ed ran his other hand from its current spot at her hip up her side grazing her breast. She gasped, and he used the opportunity to take control of the kiss driving his tongue into her mouth with a hunger that rivaled hers.
Olivia relinquished. In a rare moment of vulnerability, she found herself craving his guidance in this thing that she'd so recklessly begun.
Ed continued his caress, skimming his fingers over her night shirt. When he brushed against her breast again, Olivia swallowed a moan and placed her hand on his chest. She planted her other hand firmly on the bed next to his head and braced herself above him.
Her move opened the space between them just enough to allow him better access. Ed couldn't believe she was encouraging this to continue. His touch was feather light as his hand crisscrossed her torso over her shirt in an unrelenting tease that never quite reached the intended target.
Olivia let out an almost pained whimper of frustration when his hand left her chest all together and blazed a trail back to her waist. Before she could protest in earnest, she felt him slip his fingers under the edge of her shirt. He lightly dragged his knuckles over her stomach as he toyed with the hem.
Her eyes slammed shut, and she inhaled sharply at the sensation.
Ed hesitated a beat to make sure it was okay to continue. Olivia slowly opened her eyes and rolled onto him even more sliding her thigh between his.
She gave him a few light pecks before kissing along his jaw. When she got to his neck, she whispered, "God, I've missed you," then lightly bit at his earlobe.
"You have no idea." Ed turned his hand over and flatted his palm against her stomach. He slowly moved upward, catching the lip of her shirt with his thumb dragging it higher.
He earned another gasp when he made contact with her bare skin on the underside of her breast. Much to Olivia's growing frustration, Ed's touch took on an almost lazy pace. While she found herself craving more, he seemed to be determined to prolong the moment as long as possible.
She leaned into him. "Ed." Her voice was breathy and her lips brushed his as she spoke.
He would never deny her. He couldn't. He clenched his jaw as he finally took the full weight of her breast in his hand. The familiar feel of her body flooding his senses.
Olivia rested her forehead on his and let her eyes close.
Ed was frustrated by their position because he couldn't see her, and he was suddenly desperate to see her. To watch her reaction to his touch. He pushed her back slightly.
She opened her eyes and looked at him with uncertainty. The reverence of his gaze was overwhelming, but it eased her doubt.
Olivia watched as his eyes darkened with desire and trailed over her face before dropping to where his hand disappeared under her shirt. He pushed it higher. Understanding his intent and unable to withstand his slow seduction, she reached down and started unbuttoning her top.
Ed dropped his hand and watched. It was a simple action, but he always found it incredibly erotic. When she got to the third button the top gaped enough that he had the perfect view of her chest.
"Livvv," Ed practically growled her name. "You're not playing fair."
"Who's playing?" She pushed her knee a little higher between his legs brushing against him and eliciting another growl.
"Olivia," he cautioned. He couldn't believe her boldness. There was no way they were having sex in this guest room. She wouldn't let it go that far, and they both knew it.
He was about to put the brakes on, but she flashed a sweet smile and did it again. If he were in better condition, he'd flip her onto her back and repay the favor. Instead, he decided on a different revenge.
Olivia saw him clench his jaw to maintain control and wondered if she'd pushed him too much. He snaked his hand inside her shirt, but instead of going for her breast, he reached around and lightly caressed her back.
She expected him to tell her they had to stop, but before she knew what was happening, he'd pushed himself up on one elbow. In an instant his lips were on her collarbone.
It was her turn to stifle a moan. His hand on her back held her to him as his tongue dipped lower and lower. When his lips finally, mercifully closed over her nipple, Olivia couldn't stop her hips from bucking into him. Her shirt slipped off her shoulder.
Ed smiled against her chest and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Her arm that had been bracing her against the bed nearly buckled.
"Shit," she hissed when the action just gave him better access, and he lightly scraped his teeth over her sensitive flesh. The heat pooled between her legs, and her head dropped.
Knowing that he was pushing both of their limits, Ed reluctantly eased up. He kissed his way up to neck where he lingered for a tiny moment at the spot just below her ear that he knew drove her crazy.
She moaned, but also pushed lightly against his chest.
Ed fell back with a shaky breath willing his body relax.
Olivia's chest was heaving and her eyes were clouded with desire, but he could see that she also knew it was time to dial it back.
"Bastard," she said with a smile before leaning down to kiss him.
"You started it."
Olivia had to give him that one. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but the minute their lips had touched, she'd lost herself. She blushed at her own lack of self-control.
"What?" Ed ran his thumb over her cheek.
"I don't know what got into me," she admitted. "I knew we couldn't. We shouldn't. But god, I just…" She trailed off and shook her head in embarrassment.
"It's okay, Liv," he said pulling her toward him, eventually coaxing her to return to her earlier position with her head on his shoulder. He knew that when she was feeling vulnerable, it was easier for her to not have to look him in the eye.
"Mmm," she said by way of thanks. She pulled her shirt back over her shoulder, but didn't bother with buttoning for now.
"Besides, if it weren't for these damn stitches and the fact that it would probably kill me." He smirked. "You'd still be moaning my name and begging me not to stop."
She playfully smacked his chest, and felt his silent chuckle rumble beneath her. They were both still catching their breath and trying to calm their bodies, and craved the closeness. Olivia traced little patterns on his chest, and Ed ran his fingers through her hair, each savoring the promise of more to come.
Half an hour later, Olivia was still awake just listening to Ed's soft snores. The beat of his heart had slowed as he drifted further into dreamland. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't. Something wasn't right.
She shifted ever so slightly trying not to jostle or wake Ed. He mumbled something and subconsciously tightened his hold on her. She tried to get her mind and body to relax.
"What's wrong?" Ed said after a few more minutes of her squirming finally woke him.
"I don't know." Her voice was tight and controlled.
"Liv?" He reached up and brushed the hair away from her face. He could still only see the top of her profile. He nudged her chin.
She lifted her head and looked at him.
"Something's not right."
"What does that mean?" Ed asked confused and still shaking off sleep.
"I don't even know," she admitted. "I have a bad feeling about being here."
"You think Greg?"
"No, no," she said. "Nothing like that."
He studied her features. He knew her enough to know that she wasn't one to go on a weak hunch. If she was this bothered, there was probably something up.
"I can't shake this sense of dread." She shook her head as though literally trying to rid herself of the feeling.
"There are four police officers in this house, and no one knows we're here." He hoped to appeal to her logic.
"You're probably right," she said, but they both knew she wasn't appeased.
Still, she snuggled back into him and tried to quiet her mind. Ed was now fully awake and attuned to her anxiety. He rubbed her arm and turned a little so she was even more engulfed in his arms.
Another half an hour later, they were both still awake.
"You want me to go dig around in the kitchen," Ed offered. "See if I can find you some tea or something?"
"No, I'm sorry," she said starting to pull away. "I can go sleep on the couch. I don't want to keep you awake all night."
"Don't even think of it," he caught her elbow and pulled her back. "There's no way I could sleep in here, knowing that you're awake and upset out there."
She didn't respond, and he knew she was probably beating herself up for disrupting his sleep.
"Olivia," he said. "We're in this together. No matter what."
She kissed him softly, then laid back down.
Just when she was finally about to fall asleep, they heard glass breaking.
*dun dun*
