Liv is busy being questioned about what she had seen when she had found Sonya's body, Elliot hadn't wanted to leave her but she found it harder to talk with him there so she had told him to go. The area just outside the bathroom where the group had been, was full of cops interviewing people and he needed some quiet so he slipped off to the church. He felt terrible that he hadn't come back sooner. The way Liv had clung to him when she had seen him had broken his heart.
He was sitting in one of the pews halfway down the aisle leaning forward and holding his head in his hands. All that time away this last week he hadn't thought of his wife at all, he had missed the kids sure but he was also used to not seeing them. The person he had missed more than anyone had been Liv and he needed to absolve himself of this guilt.
Elliot apologised over and over again for his thoughts. For his actions when he had laid in bed every night and he had thought of Olivia. With no Kathy laying next to him or waiting for him in bed as he touched himself in the shower he felt free to let his mind wander. Let himself think of Olivia in ways he normally chased away. He let himself whisper her name as he stroked himself, he imagined her on top of him riding herself to orgasm. As he released himself over his hand he pictures her begging him to fill her up, come inside me she whispers to him over and over. Night after night.
As he sat there trying to ask for forgiveness he was only making himself picture it again. He was in church thinking of Olivia and begging God to help him stop these thoughts. It was getting worse every day and he was running out of strength to resist her. His only saving grace was that she would never try anything. If he tried with her she'd probably slap him. But if she would give him the chance…
"Hey"
Liv's voice is quiet next to him as she takes a seat. He takes another deep breath to prepare himself before he looks up to face her.
"You alright?"
She laughs to herself as she wipes tears from her face that still hadn't stopped falling.
"I'll survive"
"You deserve more than that"
He wishes she had someone. Though he wishes he had her more. He wishes he had someone that loved her as much as he did, someone who could give her all the things he wanted to give her but couldn't.
"Maybe one day"
Elliot leans back against the pew opening his body to her and she turns herself into him, leaning her arm against the back of the pew.
"Maybe without me around you could find it"
She shakes her head without hesitation to stop him talking. She couldn't deal with the thought of him leaving. Why was he saying this? She knew he was right though. Without him around she'd probably date a lot more, maybe she'd stop looking for another Elliot. Maybe she'd be willing to accept someone for being themselves.
"Don't say that El. I don't know what id do if you left"
"You'd do more than just survive"
She feels tears fill her eyes again but this time for him. For the thought of losing him. She moves her hand to his cheek and tries to talk but her voice cracks.
"It wouldn't be worth it"
"One day it'll be too much"
Elliot's eyes slip closed as he savours the feel on her hand on him. He nuzzles his face into her hand and he can smell her perfume stronger than ever on her wrists.
"Today isn't that day"
He isn't so sure about that. When she moves her hand from his face he might not survive. He might tell her he needs to feel more than a hand on his face for a few seconds he needs to really feel her. His eyes open and he sees how intently she is watching him.
"I don't know about that"
Elliot copies Livs hand and places it on her cheek, he swipes his thumb over her bottom lip and she stops breathing. Her hand moves to the back of his neck so there's no denying now that she wants him to lean into her.
"It's too hard"
She knows what he means. It's too hard to resist anymore. It's too hard to lie anymore. So she nods and moves a few inches in. her lips flicker to his like they have done a million times before but this time she knows she'll get to feel them.
He doesn't make her wait much longer. He closes the gap between them and their lips finally touch. Over twelve years of want. Of need. Things move fast, their hands pulling each other closer and scraping into the other's hair. Both of their mouths fight for dominance before Elliot gives in and he's glad he submits because when he lets his head fall back she pushes her whole body towards him.
Elliot sits back, his hands dropping to his side as she moves herself on top of his, her legs straddling his and he groans as he places his hands on her thighs. He rubs circles with his thumbs as he moves his hands up her thigh to grab her ass and pull her towards his body. He's hard already, kissing her has made him as solid as he could be when constrained by his trousers and she grinds down onto his dick moaning into his mouth.
Liv pushes her coat off her shoulders, all the guilt of the last twelve years now gone as she starts to undress herself before her brain can accept what they are even doing and try to stop her. She should feel guilty, she imagined she wouldn't be able to ever go through with it out of guilt. If not for Kathy then for the fact Sonya is dead and they're in a church but it seems to give her absolution. She may not be religious but if God was allowing this here then it couldn't be wrong.
Her hands went to his belt next, she needed him free. She needed to see his cock, feel it. She couldn't believe she was really going to feel it inside her instead of the plastic replacement she uses to picture it normally. Her mind tried to warn her, to tell her if she feels this once she'll never survive not having it again but she pushes the thought away. Once would be better than not at all.
Elliot pulls back to look down as they undo each other's belts. She undoes his first and pushes her hand straight into his pants and pulls his dick out. He watches her stroke it for a moment before looking up to her face. He expects to feel guilt when their eyes meet but all he feels is desire and it's clear she feels the same.
They don't speak, they worry that one of them will say something to make the other run. They just look at each other like they've wanted to for all of these years. When her belt is undone he pushes her back and she puts her feet down to catch hold herself up. He's impressed just how quickly she gets her boots, trousers and underwear off. As she stands there half naked in front of him he licks his lips and pushes his own trousers and boxers down low enough so that his length is now bobbing against his stomach.
Liv takes a step forward and straddles him again, gripping on with both hands to the pew behind his head. She kisses him as he teases his tip between her folds, she feels so wet he wants to lean down and taste her, make her scream God's name right here in church.
When she can take no more teasing she pulls back from their kiss and looks him in the eyes.
"Fuck me El"
He lines himself up and she lowers herself onto him and he watches her face as he enters her. Her eyes slip closed and her mouth falls slightly open and his mouth goes dry. He worries he might come before he is even fully in her as the sight before him is so good. He'd pictured it a million times but he hadn't prepared for the way seeing it would make him feel, not just sexually but also emotionally. He feels it in his heart.
She raises her body a few times as she gets used to the sensation of him inside her before giving him a slight nod, her silent way of giving him permission for him to move inside her. He can see a large cross behind her head as she mutters "oh god, oh fuck" and it feels fitting he should take her here. He wants god to know he regrets many things but sleeping with his partner will never be one of them.
He grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her down to kiss him, it's sloppy as they try to find a rhythm of him thrusting inside her as she grinds on top of him. It doesn't take them long to get into sync and before long she's panting into his mouth.
"Oh fuck El" she groans as her hands dig into the pew behind him. He is trying to fuck out the years of frustration and he must be doing something right as her body falls back slightly. He reaches his hands behind her to hold her up safe. Her tits bouncing in front of his face distract him slightly and he has to move a hand from her back to pull down her bra and tops and coax her breasts free. He swipes his thumb over her nipple, followed by his tongue before he takes it into his mouth and sucks on it. Her eyes drop down to watch him tease her and he notices the difference in pace above him.
"Faster" she demands and he obliges as much as he can. She bites her lip as he drills into her, a long moan escaping as he fills her.
"You're so fucking hot Liv, you've no idea how long ive wanted to do this"
She does obviously because she's been waiting just as long. She wishes they could be naked, she wants to run her hands over his chest like she has wanted to every time she has seen it. She knows then that this can't be a one time thing. One time would not be enough for either of them, they'd opened a can of worms and she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could. She looks into his eyes and she knows he feels the same, all shame and guilt was gone the moment they did this here. Nothing else could get to him now.
Elliot moves a hand between them and pulls them back so his weight is against the pew again. He circles her clit and her moan echoes around the room. He wonders if he would be able to stop if anyone walked in. He doesn't think so.
"Come Liv, I need to feel it"
She leans down and kisses him, her hands move to his shoulders and her nails scrape along his neck. He should tell her to stop but he doesn't care where she marks him now. At this moment he doesn't care if Kathy knows. The way she is moving on top of him she is fucking him and he's happy to sit back and let her. She feels her legs flutter closed as she gets closer to the edge and every time she moans his name he has to remind himself not to come yet.
"I wanna feel you too" she moans as she feels a heat take over her body. She opens her eyes to watch him as she feels herself start to pulsate around his dick. "I wanna feel you come inside me"
"Livvvvugggh" he groans as he thrusts into her. He had tried to hold off but her words were too much. He feels her pussy tighten around him, taking all that he is giving her and she mutters his name over and over as she comes. He has never heard a sound so good and he prays he never forgets it.
She buries her head in his shoulder trying to muffler her screaming and she keeps her head there as she tries to catch her breath. She feels Elliot's mouth kiss her neck and she twitches at first until she feels him bite down and suck and then she moves her hand around to pull her hair out of the way. She wanted him to claim her right now, she'd been his for so long it seemed fitting to mark the occasion.
When she eventually pulls back they look at each other, both worried the other will feel regret but there's only hunger. A need for more. She kisses him deeply but quickly before standing up.
He groans as the air hits his dick as she leaves him. He wanted to be buried deep in her again already, the glistening on her cum over his cock makes him want to take her home, to the car, to anywhere that he can have his way with her again.
She watches the way he looks down at himself, she knows what he is thinking and she thinks the same. She feels his cum start to run down her legs as she gets herself dressed as she smirks. What would normally annoy her was now a nice reminder of a wish fulfilled.
"When can we-" he starts to ask but she cuts him off.
"Soon" she assures him and he nods.
He finally stands to tuck himself away as she pulls her coat back on.
"I need to go. It's been a long day but this isn't it"
He nods again not knowing what to say but thankful they are on the same page. He gives her a little wave as she walks out of the door. He sees the smile on her face and grins.
He turns back to look at the status of Jesus at the front of the church, it had been hidden for most of his time by Liv's body on top of him but he wants to say something now.
"Thank you" is all he can think of. Because 'sorry' was never going to leave his mouth to anyone about what had just transpired.