The muses made me do it. Actually, I woke to this scene in my head this morning and desperately wanted to go back to sleep and see if it played out anymore, but real life is what it is and it was hours before I could even attempt to write it out. I have read some amazing writers over the last few weeks, so when I say muses, I'm talking about the wonderfully creative lot of them. I've had a million ideas in my head and I am struggling to put them together. I really don't know where this is going to go or if it's going to end up being a one shot, but enjoy. PWP at the moment…

Not mine and I have nothing but my mind. And sometimes that's a bit debatable.

Reflections

By Katsume

M rating, smut warning

"Wait, just wait." Her voice was husky, full of emotion.

His head lifted from it from it's place between her thighs, taking in the shivers coursing through her body, the tension in those supple limbs, the flushed, sweaty face. "We've waited long enough don't you think?"

He started to dip his head again and her fingers curled in his hair, tugging at it. "Just wait… I can't…" Her voice trailed off on a low groan and he shifted his fingers inside her. "Really Liv? I think we should just see." He nuzzled into her again, curling his fingers in her heat, pushing her up and up.

The orgasm ripped through her like a freight train, forcing a keening wail of pleasure from her. "Elllllll…..!" Her body shuddered and jerked, breath sawed out of her. As she collapsed back on the bed, her eyes opened and met his. His eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction and something else she was afraid to name.

"There you are." His fingers were in her, still. His other hand gently caressed her thigh. "Twelve years, Liv. We've waited twelve years." He slipped his fingers from her and began a slow climb up her body. His tongue and hands leisurely mapping her curves, pausing at the dip of her hip with a tiny nip soothed by a kiss... across her belly to lap at her navel, to trail a string of kisses over her ribs to the swell of her breast, gently cupping, kneading, tongue flicking over the taut tip, up until his mouth hovered over hers. "Twelve years, most of them wanting you like this." He lapped lightly at her lip, nipped the corner of her mouth. His eyes locked on hers as he shifted his body between her legs, wedging himself tightly against her core. The tip of him against her clit, moving subtly, just enough to tease. "Twelve damn years, and now that I have you like this…" He caught her mouth in a fierce kiss, nothing subtle of gentle now. His fingers speared into her hair their mouths tangled, tongues and teeth and gasping breaths. She gave as good as she got. He broke free, pressing his forehead to hers. "You can, Liv. We can." He sat up suddenly, his knees shifting, spreading her thighs wider apart. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer until her upper thighs were resting on his. His finger spread, his thumbs stroking gently through her damp heat. His eyes met hers once more and this time his grin was full of heat. "Shatter for me again, Liv." He lined himself up with her and pushed forward in one smooth, powerful motion. As her back arched up, he slid his strong arms under her and lifted her to his chest. "Again Liv… and again." He said as she curled around him and he began to move.

Her eyes fluttered open as her body shivered from her orgasm. Her breath was unsteady and her heart was racing. She blinked, taking in the darkness around her, the familiarity of the room she was in. She shivered again as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her hands came up to swipe at her face. Standing, she stumbled into the bathroom. She made her way to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. Dark, brown eyes met their twin in the mirror. For the briefest of moments she saw the woman she had been in the dream. Ten years younger and so much in love. She blinked and her face returned to normal. It was a good face, still lovely, with a few more lines, and yet so different from the one ten years ago in the dream. She shook her head and sighed, turning away from the mirror. She didn't care for mirrors anymore, sometimes they didn't show the truth and sometimes that was all she saw. She moved over to the shower and turned it on. Her body still tingled as she undressed and she wondered why, after all this time she would remember her first and only night with Elliot Stabler.