My smut fest continues. Maybe I should restrict myself to PWP's because honestly this thing seems to have written itself. Hope you enjoy, feel free to let me know if you want more. Thanks for all the comments. You are all gems. All errors are mine, all characters are not.
Wait… What?!
By Katsume
M rating
Elliot allowed them both to slide down the wall in a controlled fall. His legs simply gave out. He landed on his knees, sitting on his heels with Liv sprawled across his lap. Amazingly they were still connected. His hands soothed up and down her back. "We good?"
Olivia's brain was pure fog. She couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed an orgasm so much. Again, words failed her. "MMM-HMM," filtered out as she nuzzled her face against his neck. A small dribble of sweat trickled down and her tongue darted out to catch it.
Elliot shuddered, his body stirring at the touch. "Holy hell, Liv! You're going to be the death of me."
She laughed, snuggling closer. "Mmm… but what a way to go."
Laughing too, he pulled back, gently separating them. They both groaned at the sensation, considered the alternatives, but Elliot stood, shaking his head as he gently pulled her up. She stumbled against him, and he steadied her. "Let's get cleaned up a bit and then explore this a bit more, okay?"
She nodded, but as he stepped away, uncertainty filled her again. Arms crossing protectively over her chest, Liv stepped back and took in the remnants of her pants. Suddenly she couldn't look at him and she turned abruptly away, stumbling into the living area. They had not even made it out of the entryway, she thought, panic starting to rise. What had she done?
Elliot watched in complete confusion. "Liv?"
She jerked as if struck. The table blocked her erratic movements, and she dropped her hands to it, leaning on it as if her life depended on it as she tried valiantly to calm her breathing. "I just…" Breathe Olivia, breathe! They had just crossed a lifetime of barriers and now her mind was trying to make sense of it?
The sudden swing in behavior had Elliot second guessing himself as well, but the fear on her face had him moving forward, gently placing his hand on her back. "Liv, please don't run from this, from me. We will work it out."
A soft strangled sound ripped from her, but she did not turn. "I don't do this Elliot. Ever." She shifted under his hand, as if she would shrug him off. "But a minute in your arms, and I'm fucking you in the damn foyer." She let out another soft sound, shaking her head. "How pathetic am I? Twenty-two years…twenty-two fucking years…you tell me you love me, and I act like a damn animal in heat."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa… wait just a minute." His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, his hands gathering her wrists as she brought her hands up to pull him away. He held her securely, their arms crossed across her belly as if they were both holding her together. He had forgotten, just for a moment, how fragile his beautiful Olivia could be, especially when it concerned her own self-worth. Her breathing worried him, but he was afraid to let her go. "Breathe Honey, just breathe. That's my girl."
The constant litany of soothing words gave her a point of focus. The feel of him around her, his touch, his scent pushed the panic away. Her head fell back against his chest as she began to relax once more. Eyes closed; she rolled her head side to side. "Stupid panic attacks. I hate them. When you are touching me, the confusion fades away."
When she relaxed some more, Elliot kissed the top of her head and nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck. "Then I'm just going to have to keep my hands on you for the rest of your life."
She gave a breathy laugh. "I may have to hold you to that." She closed her eyes and pulled his arms tighter around her. "I'm sorry, El. I just feel so overwhelmed. I am afraid that this is just a fluke and you'll come to your senses. I don't mean to keep dragging up the past and I am really trying to just take it as it comes, but you have always been my weak spot."
Rocking in place with her held tight to him, he nuzzled her neck again. "I will tell you every day how sorry I am that I hurt you. I will tell you every day how much I love you. I will keep telling you and showing you, until you can believe it, and I will try really hard not to get angry or frustrated when you doubt. I hurt both of us, Liv, and I don't know how to fix it. This is not a fluke for me, and I'm not running away again. We both have a lot to work through." He turned her to face him. "Let's work through this together."
She stood loosely in his embrace; her arms still crossed across her middle. "You told me to back off."
Hurt flashed in her eyes, echoed in his. "I was trying to protect you. I am trying to protect you. I am trying to protect all of you."
Her hands came up and clasped his cheeks, eyes locking with his. "From Wheatley?" He nodded. "I know Wheatley and his ilk. I appreciate your need to protect me, but I don't need your protection. I need your trust. I need you to know that not only can I watch your back, but I can watch my own. You cannot protect all of us. It spreads you too thin. You have to trust in me, to know that I will do everything in my power to protect myself. Bad things happen, El." She pulled him down and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, confidence suddenly shining through. "You are right, we have to work together."
His arms looped around her back, drawing their groins flush. "Someone else is interested in working together." His eyes took on a mischievous and hopeful glint. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I really want to make love to you right now."
She smiled and drew him down for another tender kiss. "Far be it from me to deny you, but after that last round, you may have to work a little harder."
"Really?" His hands slid under her butt and lifted her, settling her on the table. Her brows rose as he gently nudged her back. She moved her hands behind her, bracing herself on them. "This time I want you naked." A bit of uncertainty flashed through her eyes, and he frowned. "What is it, Love?"
She sat back up and ran her hands down his chest. "Let's just say time hasn't been as kind to me as it has to you."
He caught her hands, holding them to his chest. "Liv, you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I swear. You've grown more beautiful with time."
Pulling a hand free, she traced the scars on his chest from a variety of bullets and knives. "It's not just vanity, El. I have scars and I would just rather leave my shirt on."
He started to argue, but something in her eyes told him it had nothing to do with motherhood as he had first thought. "Okay." He smiled gently, pushing her back once more. "Can I at least take off your boots?" At her shy nod, he knelt and carefully removed her footwear. His fingers glided up her legs, dipping teasingly across her thighs, toying with the frayed material of her torn leggings. "Your pants?" She gave him one of her rare, full smiles before nodding again. He tugged the remnants of material from her hips and free of her legs. He knelt there, in front of her, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on her thighs. He could hardly believe she was here before him like this, like some pagan goddess laid out for his consumption.
The muscles in her thighs quivered the closer he moved to her center. She watched him, breathless anticipation zinging through her. The slightest brush against that most sensitive of skin had her head dropping back, and then the touch became firmer, more insistent, circling, teasing, dipping until her breath was catching once more. His mouth brushed the inside of her thigh and she jerked, sitting up, her body singing in disappointment. "Wait!"
His hands tightened on her thighs. Blue eyes locked with hers, filled with a hunger that had her shuddering. "What? What's the matter Honey?"
A blush spread across her chest and into her cheeks. Her voice was low. "I'm a mess."
"What?"
The blush got darker. "We just had sex."
He cocked his head to the side. "Yes, and I would like to again, but I want to taste you first."
She shook her head and laughed a little. "I would like that too, but I'm kind of a mess." Her eyes darted away from his. "We didn't use a condom. I'm… um… sticky."
His eyes drifted back to her center and his hands moved back up of their own accord to stroke over slick flesh. There was a hint of humor in his voice. "Sticky… from having sex."
A low moan escaped her throat. "Mmm-hmmm."
God, he was beginning to love that sound. He continued to caress her. "Well then… since I made the mess, I guess I should clean it up."
Before she could even process his words, his head was between her thighs and his tongue had taken over the task of teasing her. For a moment she was mortified and then the pleasure climbed, and she just did not care anymore, getting lost in the sensations. The orgasm when it hit was not as hard as the first, but it still had the breath stuttering in her throat. She had honestly thought that she would not be able to have another so soon. She lay there sprawled across the table, stunned. She had known that there would be fire when she and Elliot came together but she had not realized that it would blaze through her, burning away all her inhibitions. She did not want to think on it too much. Thought tended to bring reality to the front and reality made her logic come back. Here and now logic was not something she wanted to consider, because she was afraid that reality would send her spiraling into yet another panic attack. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe she had fallen asleep and was dreaming this whole situation. That was it, just sink into the imagery. It made sense. In a dream, reality could really be suspended and a night of sumptuous pleasure, with El, was possible. It would not be the first time she had dreamed of being in his arms. Though never in her dreams did she do the things they had already done. For now, though, she would absorb the pleasure and just enjoy.
Elliot could not stop the grin as he stared down at her. She was sprawled across the table, her eyes closed, her breath panting. She did not seem to be aware that he was standing there, staring down at her. Her legs were still open, braced on the chairs. Tousled wisps of hair stuck to her sweat soaked brow. The shirt she wore was rucked up around her hips and a few more buttons had loosened at her chest. Tantalizing bits of cleavage peaked through the V of her shirt as her chest rose and fell. An edge of flesh toned lace flashed him as well. He watched her another moment, hardly believing this beautiful creature, this wonderfully responsive woman was his Liv. How many years had he imagined this? How many nights, haunted by thoughts of making love to her had he carried. In his dreams she had been amazing, but the reality of it, of her was so much more than he could comprehend. "Liv?"
"Mmmmmm?"
"You good?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Elliot's grin widened as he watched her roll her head. It was a slight movement, and her wrist twitched slightly, but she settled again without opening her eyes. "Good." He said as he stepped between her thighs, catching her under her knees once more before grasping her hips and sliding home.
Olivia's eyes snapped open, locking on him as her mouth form a small O of surprise. Her breath caught again, and she gasped, her hands coming down to lock onto his. The very fullness of him inside her had her arching her back. As before, this position gave him all the control. Her over-sensitized body shuddered and quaked under him, little shocks bordering on pain echoed from her center, keeping her back bowed, her nails digging into his skin. "God…Ellll!" A deep groan echoed through the room. She wasn't sure if it was from her or him. Words tumbled from her lips. "Wait…please…God…Oh!"
The pace wasn't as fast as their first time, but it was strong and steady, this position too allowing him to tap her clitoris with each stroke. Her face was flushed, head rocking from side to side. Her body squeezed him fluttering around him in a caress all its own. He looked to where they were joined, loving the sight of himself pushing into her, watching her body absorb him as if he could stay there forever. She moaned, gasped, begged, and still she stayed in that locked place of tension, pain and pleasure etched in her face. He wondered briefly what it would take to push her over once more. The thought had barely entered his mind when her body seemed to tighten further. A small scream ripped from her throat, and her nails bit deeper into his hands, and then her body was spasming around him, triggering his own climax.
He collapsed against her, his upper body covering her completely, his face nuzzling in the opening between her breasts. He lay there, trying to catch his breath. Worry that he was crushing her flashed through his mind even though he could feel her breathing under him. He started to move, and she groaned.
Her hands released his and locked around his neck. "Please El, don't move…Ahh." He felt it then, a series of small flutters as his movement brushed their groins together. "God…" Once more her arms released him and fell heavily to the table on either side of them.
He let out a low chuckle as he slowly moved off her. "Liv?"
Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, the only part of her able to move at that moment. She held his gaze.
"You good?"
She laughed; she couldn't help it. "MMM-HMMM!"
He laughed too. "Good," he said, as he drew her into a sitting position. He caught her face and pulled her in for a tender kiss. Helping her to her feet, he guided her to the bedroom. "Let's get some sleep. You wore me out."
A twinkle flashed in her eyes. "MMM-HMM."