Chapter Thirty-Nine: Leaving You

Olivia

When they release you on Sunday Hammond appears with a sedan to take us back to the hotel. We have to gather your things so you'll have something to wear at my apartment. Now that his job is over, Hammond seems almost reluctant to let go of you. I wonder what he'll do now. Because of Valez he's lost two partners, been displaced for 2 years from his daughter, and I assume a wife somewhere. He gave up almost as much as we did, maybe more. I'm quiet on the drive, but you ask the questions I don't.

"What are your plans now Jack?"

"Not sure. I have a meeting with my supervisor tomorrow, I assume I'll get my new assignment."

"More witness duty?"

"No. This was a… special case. Besides, I'd like a chance to spend some time with my daughter. Evidently she has a new girlfriend she wants me to meet."

"That's wonderful."

"And there are tapes of her graduation to watch, her mother to calm down."

You chuckle. "I assume she wasn't thrilled about this guard duty?"

"Not really. I hope you'll forgive me if I don't try to introduce you someday… you'd have to go back in the program."

Now I laugh. "Agent Hammond…"

"Jack."

"Jack. I know we've had our… differences. But I want to thank you."

"For what?"

"For watching over my girlfriend when I couldn't."

"It was an honor Detective."

As he leaves us at my door, luggage stashed inside, you lean to give him a hug. "Tell Jason I said thank you all right? Will any of the team be in Oregon when I get back?"

"Stasik and Johnson both live in the area, but the rest are New York or Washington based."

"Tell them I appreciate them putting up with me will you?"

"Of course counselor. Take care."

"Bye Jack."

You follow me into the apartment, leaning against the door as you close it behind you. I brace myself above you with a hand on the door next to your head. I lean in to kiss you, finding this sudden alone-ness after the last few days particularly delicious. I finally have you back. I push thoughts of Wednesday from my mind. Right now, there's only us.

Alex

As your lips find mine, I feel my heart start to pound, but not in the dangerous, frightening way it did on Friday. I'm familiar with this beating, the response to your touch. There's something overly gentle about you though, and I can tell that beneath your desire you're still worried about me.

"Liv, I won't break."

"The doctor said to stay calm."

"And a kiss is going to make me not calm?"

"It is if I do it right."

"It'll be fine Olivia. Trust me."

"How do you know?"

"Because I asked." Surprise flashes across your eyes. "I wanted to know so I asked the doctor."

"And?"

"And if you don't kiss me again right this second, you're going to be in serious trouble."

This time your lips on mine are solid, determined. Your tongue presses into my mouth, searching for mine, claiming your territory. I respond in kind, wrapping my arms around you, pulling our bodies together against the door at my back. I moan into your mouth, I've missed this. Has it really only been 4 days since we did this? Thursday night was sweet, and it was nice, falling innocently to sleep together, both of us too nervous to think about desire.

I feel like I'm discovering you all over again, every touch feels new, every taste unique, unparalleled. You use your hand behind me to propel us from the door, stumbling and kissing our way back to your bedroom, shedding our clothes in a trail behind us. Every kiss we break to shed a layer returns with breath-taking force, tongue meeting tongue, lips to lips. We break contact and I feel your lips on the line of my jaw, trailing down the curve of my neck, the warmth of your breath on my collarbone.

"Oh god, Liv."

You come back to me, eating the words from my lips, propelling us into the bedroom as I gain hold of the waist of your jeans. I fumble with your zipper and as I feel it slide lower, I don't wait for your pants to fall, running my hand between your skin and panties, sliding it inside and down, wanting to feel your body's response to me. Your slickness kicks my hormones into gear and I begin to grab as hungrily at your mouth as you did at mine. I pull my hand away and use it to pull at the waist of your panties and jeans, feeling your hips wiggle to get free even as you grab for my button and zipper. I mimic your little hula, feeling my jeans fall to the floor, pooled with yours. As you tug on my underwear, you push me down onto the bed, peeling them from my body, then crawling back up my skin, your hands sliding up my body, from my foot to my thigh, pausing to briefly explore the results of your advances between my legs. You don't stop though, drawing your hands up my sides, around the outer edges of my breasts, then taking my head and pulling me back to your lips as I wrap my arms back around your nakedness, feeling the smooth coolness of your darker skin in my hands. I cling to you, letting your kisses take their effect on my body before I realize I can't take it anymore.

"Livvy…" I breathe against your lips, watching your eyes take on a familiar depth before you break contact completely, turning your attention to my swollen nipples, one hand drifting down between my legs, my back arching at your touch. My breath catches in my throat, and you stop, looking up at me… fearful

Olivia

I hear your breath catch in your throat and I stop, looking at you. I know you've said the doctor gave us this permission, but I wouldn't put it past you to make it up. Your body shudders, shifting to try and find my touch again.

"You're sure?"

You're response is breathless, desperate, "Livvy don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm fine, I just… I just need to feel you."

You groan, and as much as the sound makes me wild, I still pause,

"Olivia, if you don't continue by the time I count to three I'm going to shoot you with your own gun. Try to explain that to Cragen."

For a minute I think you're bluffing.

"One…" I dip my head back to your breast; dangle my hand back between your legs, still not entirely convinced,

"Two…"

Your three is lost in a satisfied moan as I make contact again, bringing my hand down on your skin, tracing your lips and folds with a finger, beginning to push past you, letting just the barest tip of my finger dip inside you as my tongue plays games with your nipple.

I feel you clinging to me, then hear you whispering and I continue playing with your sex as I bring my body back up so I can hear you.

"I need to taste you."

Alex

The look in your eyes is electric as I whisper my desire for you. You readjust your body so that I'm staring at the delicate space that belongs just to me, and I feel your mouth make its first contact with the space that belongs to you and I put my hands on your butt, drawing you down to my lips. For a minute I tease you with my breath, drawing a finger lightly down your slit, but when I feel you moaning against me I give in, using my tongue to part you, pushing inside you, feeling you react to me as I suckle at your moisture.

You're the only woman I've ever been with, and I just can't imagine that anyone would taste as sweet as you. Sometimes I swear there is cinnamon inside of you, a spice on my tongue that I'll never get used to, never get enough of.

Hours later, our arms wrapped limply around each other I can still smell you on me, still find traces of your sweetness on my lips, can still feel you clenching against my tongue and fingers as you release yourself to me. Moments later, I released myself to you, and now we're both exhausted, lying satisfied together, occasionally tasting ourselves again on each other's lips in lazy kisses. My resolve to go back is waning, and I shake my head, trying to talk myself back into doing what I need to do. Leaving you is never easy, but lying in your arms makes it that much harder and I'm glad that Wednesday is still a few days away.