A/N: Thanks as always for reading! I plan on updating weekly - hopefully on Thursdays!
"No family?" Elliot asks the question softly, directly into her ear. They're standing at his window, his arms wrapped around her as she leans into his chest, overlooking the lights of the city. He's seen her every chance he's had. Dinners and nights at his place and even one weekend getaway. But really, it's only been a few months and there's still so many things he wants to learn about her. So many pieces of herself she keeps behind her walls. As much as he feels like he understands her and her reticence to open up, he's still greedy for more.
"Never knew my dad. My mom died when I was seven. I bounced around foster families. Spent the last year in a group home. I've just never really had one."
"No best friend? Nobody you bonded with?"
She seems to stiffen a little, "I've been alone for a long time." She pulls out of his embrace, turns, looks up and gives him a wane smile. "We don't have to talk about this."
"We talk about my family. We should talk about your family too."
She shakes her head, her eyes sliding away. "You don't have to pretend. I know what we are."
He frowns, grasping her chin and tilting her face back to him. "Why? What are we?"
"I'm just your side piece." She says softly, matter-of-factly, and it stabs a pain inside him. "You don't have to play nice and pretend otherwise. I'm a big girl."
"Olivia," he admonishes. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her still body against his. "Tell me you don't believe that. You mean so much to me." He's not a person to open up, to let someone in, to trust. And because of this it should be hard for him to admit how quickly she has become so important to him. But the words fall from his lips so easily.
She pulls back. "Please don't do this." Her voice is steely, her eyes cool. "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not. Why would I bother?" He exhales in frustration.
She sighs heavily, crossing her arms over her chest, increasing the distance between them.
"You're right," he allows. "Before you there were others. And I didn't care too much about them. We enjoyed each other's company but that's all it was. But that's not what I want from you, Olivia. That's not enough. I won't pretend that I'll leave my wife, my family. But I care about you. I want more from you than a good time. If you'll have me."
She looks up at him warily and he gives her a gentle smile.
"That first time we spoke at the No Name, when you told me 'no', remember that?" He says softly to her.
She smirks and nods.
"I knew then, you and I are two of a kind. We've been hurt. We don't let people in easily. So I get it. I know you don't trust this yet. But I know what we could be, if you let us." He runs his fingers through her hair, tucks a lock of it behind her ear and slides his knuckles to her chin so he can tilt her head up. "Give me a chance."
She bites her lip slowly, her eyes filled with a sadness that he feels compelled to wipe away. She gives the tiniest of nods, releasing her arms from where she's wrapped them around herself. She reaches up, sliding her hands against his chest and up to his shoulders and steps into him, sighing as she lets her body relax into his.
He smiles into her hair, lets his arms pull her closer. His fingertips play over the bare skin of her back. He needs more of her and he reaches for the edge of her halter top and pulls it up and off. Her nipples pebble in the cool air and he covers a breast with his hand, fondling her in his large palm. He watches as she closes her eyes, parts her lips. As always, she's so responsive to his touch. He bends his head to kiss her parted lips, tangles his tongue with hers and listens to her moan quietly into his mouth.
He reaches for her jeans next, sliding them off her hips. And when she's down to her lacy purple thong, he lets his thumbs run over the material, enjoying the texture against her soft, smooth skin. His fingers move between her legs, as his mouth traces along her clavicle. When he moves under the thong to her bare flesh, he can feel how wet she already is and his mouth stills as he groans into her skin.
He skims his mouth up the column of her neck as he slowly slides a finger inside. She takes a stuttering breath and he leans into her ear. "I can't wait to put my mouth on you, taste you cumming on my tongue," he whispers gruffly. He grins at the way she exhales hard, the rush of liquid heat on his fingers. He loves the way her body reacts to him, how his words and his touch affect her. He's riveted by how wanton and sultry she is, not only in the way she can seduce him, but the way she enjoys her own pleasure.
Elliot maneuvers her to the couch, tugging off her thong before he settles her into the cushions. He leans over her, legs splayed open before him, and trails his mouth across her ribcage, over her belly button. His tongue lavs against her inner thigh until she bucks impatiently. He looks up at her as his mouth finally descends over her clit. He watches her squeeze her eyes closed, her lips parting as she half moans, half cries his name. "El," she says again, softer this time as he continues to suck on her clit. Her hands move to the back of his head when he slides two fingers inside her. And when he curls them around she throws her head back, arching and screaming as she comes hard. His tongue greedily laps at her swollen flesh as she floats back down.
He's about to crawl up her body when she opens her eyes and pushes at his shoulder. He settles into the opposite end of the couch and she throws a leg over him, straddling him as her hands open the first few buttons of his shirt. He grins at the image of her naked on top of his still clothed body, his hands resting on her thighs as he allows her to take the lead.
She flicks open the first several buttons of his dress shirt and wantonly pulls the material away from his neck. Her lips latch onto him, nipping down the curve of his neck and onto the top of his shoulder and he groans.
She pulls back, her breath coming fast, the look of pure want in her eyes making him hard and heady. She kisses him hungrily, her hands pressing fiercely into his jaw, her tongue thrusting into his mouth.
She leaves his shirt on, half open, and allows her hands and her lips to run over the exposed skin, down the center of his chest. He needs her mouth on his again and cradles her jaw in his hand so he can tilt her face back up to meet him. She rocks against him with a moan as their lips meet, his tongue sweeping into her mouth.
He needs, as always, to touch more of her and reaches up, swipes his thumbs across her nipples and then tugs them sharply between thumb and forefinger. Olivia moans, her kiss swollen lips pouting deliciously.
And then her hands are working open his belt and pants and pulling out his stiff cock. With a quick motion she lines him up and sinks down onto him and he groans at the sensation, heightened by the way her teeth tug on his bottom lip.
He bucks up into her and they find a rhythm together, her hands bracing against his pecs and shoulders, her nails scratching at his skin. His hands grasp her hips, speeding their movement as he watches her uninhibited on top of him, her breasts bouncing with her movements. She throws her head back on a groan as she comes and he thrusts into her fast and hard until he follows her over the edge.
Elliot scoops her pliable form into his arms as soon as he's recovered, moving them into the attached bedroom. He pulls back the sheets and lays Olivia down before he strips off the rest of his clothes to join her. He encourages her head onto his chest and sinks with her into a blissful sleep.
"Find them now." Elliot's voice booms menacingly around the meeting room. He shifts his dark gaze across the gathered men, each flinching in turn. "I don't care what it takes. I want this handled." His hand slams against the table as he leans forward. He straightens, adjusts his tie, his jacket, rolls his neck. "If I find that someone in this room has betrayed me…" he doesn't bother to finish the threat. Vinnie is practically shaking in his seat and Elliot takes the moment to size him up.
He has some idea of where the counterfeit product is coming from. He is angry that it's eating up his customers, that he's losing money. But his real rage is rooted in the certainty that one of the men in front of him is the source. It's a betrayal he won't take lightly.
He storms out of the room. All he wants is to take Olivia home, missing her desperately after just a few days apart. He wants to wrap himself in the comfort of her. But when he makes it to the bar the anger that was already bubbling in him explodes.
She's smiling flirtatiously at some idiot. The man leans forward and he watches as Olivia shakes her head gently. He storms over, grabs the back of the man's collar and yanks him around, slamming his back into the bar. "You know who I am?"
The guy's young, maybe just a bit older than Olivia, and he shakes his head vigorously, eyes widened in fear.
"You don't want to mess with me. And that means you don't want to mess with her." He growls and watches the kid swallow and nod. Elliot shoves him away. "Get out of here." and he watches with satisfaction as the guy stumbles out.
He turns back to Olivia who looks at him with shock and at least a little anger.
"Come here," he growls at her. But she stands there, staring him down. So he rounds the bar, grabs her arm and drags her back into the storage room.
"What the fuck," Olivia yells as the door slams behind them. She wrenches her arm out of his grasp, but he grabs hold of her waist, nearly throwing her against the closed door. And then his fists are pounding the door on either side of her head.
"Yes, Olivia. What the fuck." He grounds out. "Why were you flirting with him?"
"I was doing my fucking job." She shoves him but he doesn't move. "Get off me, Elliot."
"I'm not touching you," he taunts. "And since when did your job include flirting with random men?"
"You weren't complaining when it was you." She throws back.
"Oh, so that was just you doing your job, huh? That was just you trying to get a tip?!"
"Fuck you." The fire in her eyes, the flush of her skin, the pure anger rolling off of her is like an aphrodisiac.
He slams his mouth against hers and she punches her fists against him, moaning her dissatisfaction. He's immovable with his weight leaned forward, invading her space.
He ignores her protest, his hand sliding down the length of her body, finding its way up her skirt, his palm pushing against her center. She moans again as he makes contact and he feels her grind down on his hand.
He pulls away with a grin. "Who does this belong to?"
She blinks her eyes open, the fury still there. "Fuck you," She says, this time with less venom and he chuckles. "Oh you'll be doing that soon enough. But first, you apparently need to learn that you're mine." He kisses her again hard and listens to her mewl into his mouth, grinding against his hand.
He pulls back again. "Who does this belong to?" He repeats, his voice steely.
Olivia exhales, moans. For a long moment she seems to wrestle with giving in to him. Her palms are still pushing into his chest "You…" It's just a reluctant whisper, but he hears it.
"Good girl." He rubs the heel of his palm against her clit and she moans, her eyes slipping closed once more. "You gonna be flirting with anyone else?" He demands and watches as she opens her eyes. He can see the argument still on her lips and he rotates his palm against her until she slowly shakes her head no.
He wrestles her thong aside, sinks a finger inside her heat, finding her soaking wet. She gasps softly, her hands clenching into his shirt. "The next time some guy starts flirting with you, I want you to think about my fingers inside you. My cock. I want you to remember nobody else can make your pussy drip like I can."
Her lips part, her brow furrows, she bucks against his hand as her fingers dig into his shoulders. "You're mine, Olivia. Say it."
She takes a stuttering breath, her eyes blink slowly, and he thinks for a moment she'll fight him more. But she licks her lips and nods, "Yours. I'm yours."
"Yes," he says as he bends down, swipes his tongue along her parted lips, brushes into her mouth and feels her moan as she gives into him.
He lifts his hand off the door so he can close it around Olivia's thigh and lift her. She wraps her legs around his waist as he opens his belt and pants and frees his cock. Not wasting a second, he positions himself at her entrance and slides into her with a groan, breaking the kiss. Olivia stares at him, lips parting on a trembling breath as her hands slide from his shoulders to the back of his head.
He pumps into her, slow and steady. The earlier fire between them has tempered into something sensual and he knows then he has to say it, the thought that's been replaying in his brain for weeks. He can't wait a moment longer. "I love you, Olivia."
She gasps softly, her face registering a gentle surprise as she blinks up at him. He sees her eyes well, a teardrop forming and dropping down her cheek. "Shhh…" he wants to reassure her, comfort her. He stills inside her, brushing her cheek with his palm and then pressing his forehead against hers. "I've got you." He says quietly and feels her take a stuttering breath, her chest pulsating against his.
He pulls back and she's looking at him with a kind of disbelief and uncertainty. "Elliot…" he registers the fear in her face and he kisses her forehead.
"It's ok. It's ok." He starts moving again, picking up the tempo, rocking against her so he rubs her clit. And then she's moving in time with him, closing her eyes, arching against him and she comes with a soft moan, her walls squeezing around him until he spills inside her.
He's still pressing their combined weight against the door, still buried inside her as they both try to catch their breath. He feels her head tilt forward and pulls back to look at her. She bites her lip then smiles, tentative and nervous. When she speaks it's the quietest whisper. "I love you too."
His face breaks into a grin and he presses his mouth to hers in wonder.