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Warning, here there be smut! I'd like to say I'm sorry, but I'm not. The smut bug bit me and I'd like to say it came out better than expected. Episode addition if you will on OC 1-4. I am my own editor, so all errors are mine.
Not my toys.
Wait… What?!
By Katsume
M rating
Time stood still, then spun as memories raced through her mind. She tried to reign it in, control the rush of emotion that overwhelmed her, but she couldn't. For once in her life there was no Kathy to remind her that this was not possible. She should feel guilty, she should slow things down. She should do any number of things but all she wanted was where she was now. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe and needed, offering comfort while receiving it. At which point it had changed, she wasn't quite sure. One moment he was holding her close and the next his hands were gliding up her sides.
He drew back, catching her face gently but firmly between his palms. His voice came out in a harsh whisper as he dropped his forehead to hers. "I need you, Liv." His words caught on what sounded like a sob, but there were no tears. "I'm drowning, and you are the only place I can seem to find air."
She wanted to pull back, but he was drawing her in with every breath, every word. "I can't be just a port in the storm Elliot. It would break me too much. I worked too hard to rebuild myself, I don't think I could survive it again."
He met her eyes, his mouth hovering over hers, breath intermingling. "I don't want you just for now. Jesus Liv, I have wanted you for-fucking-ever. I just could not figure out how. Don't you know? You were everything to me. I had made promises to Kathy and my kids, so I could not make them to you. You were always too important to just assuage a need, you still are."
"God Elliot…" She had to close her eyes to break contact with the intensity in his. She could feel the hook piercing her skin, straight into her heart. He was reeling her in with each word. "I'm afraid to trust you."
He pressed his forehead to hers once more. "I know, and I'm sorry. I meant what I said tonight. I do love you. I have loved you since the moment I met you, and ten years away did not change that. Please Baby, please…be my breath."
The hook was set. It had been for many years, even those when she had tried to deny it. She was dangling, helpless, lost in him and the moment. She took a deep breath and moved her face closer, her lips catching his and clinging as if her life depended on it.
She may have initiated the kiss, but Elliot wasted no time in claiming it, turning it into a wild tangle of tongue and teeth. Finally, finally he had the taste of her on his tongue. It was an intriguing mix of toothpaste and Liv, tempered and strong yet amazingly feminine. He had to open his eyes just to make sure his senses were feeding him the correct information. "I want to touch all of you, taste all of you…"
"Wait…what?" Her breath caught in her throat and she could do nothing more than cling to his strong shoulders as she was swept away by him. Her jacket slid from her shoulders, hitting the floor with a dull thud as she found herself pressed to the wall. Her mind whirled, willingly overwhelmed. His fingers tangled in the buttons of her blouse, fumbling impatiently. He had it half undone, when her hands came up, knocking his away as she grabbed the bottom of his tank and drew it over his head. "No, I want to see you… touch you." Their eyes met again as he pulled back enough for her to touch him comfortably. "You've never been mine to touch before." His arms braced on the wall, gently caging her in as she began to run her hands over his chest and shoulders. "How is it you seem to get better with age, and I just seem to get older?" She said it with a self-conscious laugh, but it did not stop her from touching him. Her fingers drifted down his sternum, following the ridges of his abs, down to the line from his hip to his groin, one of her favorite spots on a man. "You're so beautiful. You've always been so beautiful… and now you're mine." With a quirky little grin, she leaned forward and allowed her mouth and tongue to find and follow those same lines. She dropped to her knees, catching the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down as she did. For her, it was a natural progression, teasing the lines of his hips before finally settling on the prize in front of her. One hand curled around his hip as the other grasped his erection. She tested him with a gentle squeeze before allowing her fingers to trace the veins and tip of him. A low groan rumbled from him as she held him. She had guessed, imagined this moment many times, having seen him in various states of dress over their many years of partnership. Now however, she was fascinated, finally able to learn him through touch and taste and sight.
As her breath washed over him, Elliot dropped a hand to her hair, fisting his fingers tightly in its depths. She froze, her body still as a statue for a long moment, and then she took a deep breath, tilted her head up so she could meet his eyes and stretched out her tongue to lap at the tip of him. His hand released her hair and went back to the wall as her mouth engulfed him. His knees threatened to buckle as she hummed out a "mine" around him. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, his breath stuttering as she worked him. It didn't last long, his hands dropping down and lifting her up in a swift movement. She came up protesting, but he was not listening. His mouth closed over hers as he pinned her to the wall once more. When he came up for air, his hands were on her butt and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. "This first time Honey, I need to be inside you. I want you with me."
Liv could only nod as she curled her arms around his neck. "Yes, please." She couldn't remember a time when she had wanted so very much. She had thought that part of her gone, asleep or even dead as the job and time and motherhood took over all her life. Thank God, she thought and then his mouth closed over hers again and all the thoughts fluttered away except one. El.
He wanted to be tender, to take his time and make love to her this first time, but time and need and her mouth on him had shattered all of that. Now it was pure want and need, the urge to drive so deep he lost himself in her. His hands curled into the flimsy waistband of her leggings and with barely a thought and a sharp tug, the material separated like paper. Her panties fared no better, and then his fingers were sliding over the heat of her, gliding through the moisture to her center before dipping in first one then two, groaning at the very stranglehold her body had on that part of him. "Jesus Liv, you are so damn tight. I don't want to hurt you."
Soft whimpers of need tore from her. "It's okay. Please… just…please." She wiggled, trying to get closer, to just absorb the fact that he was touching her.
His breath caught at her words and he pulled his fingers free and grasped himself, guiding his penis to her core. He tried to go slow, to ease into her, but she was having none of it. The urgency, the need was too great. She wiggled again, shifting her body. "Now El! Now!" The words ended on a high keen as he plunged forward, embedding himself to the hilt. He held her tightly to him, holding as still as possible as her body fluttered around him, stretching and adjusting, a living vise.
Liv held him close to her as she tried to breath. She had wanted him, demanded him, and now she had him and while her body was protesting slightly to his penetration, she did not regret it at all. He nudged her cheek with his own until their mouths could meet once more. This time tenderness took its place with whisper soft kisses lips, nose, brow, back to lips. "Are you ready, Love?"
She could not speak, tears threatened as she nodded. El, finally, El…
He adjusted them both until his arms were under her knees, hands grasping her bottom once more. He began to move slowly, giving her a chance to adjust. He could not believe the feel of her. Changing the angle of his thrust, he increased his speed until he was pounding into her, swiveling his hips with each stroke so he grinded against her clit, forcing a gasp from her with each contact. He could feel his orgasm tightening in his balls as he thrust impossibly faster. His words were stuttered as he spoke, breath sawing out of him. "Are you with me Baby?"
Liv's entire body was in sensory overload. She tried to move with him, but the very nature of their position had him completely in control and her clinging to him. A strained "MMMM-HMMM," was all she could manage as he continued to rock into her. She had the briefest thought that she would be sore later, and then her own orgasm slammed into her and all she could do was hang on.
As she clamped down on him, Elliot let out a yell and let go himself. As part of his soul seemed to rip from the very depths of his body, all he could think was Liv, finally, Liv.