Warning: not for the faint of heart or those under 14.
After Casey and Heather went home, Olivia had hoped Gregory would emerge from his study and give them the time to talk about what happened. She still hadn't heard the full story behind the accident, and she needed to know. She needed to chase her nightmarish visions of the accident away. She needed him to come explain that it was never going to happen again, but he stayed in his study.
Olivia wasn't sure when she had fallen asleep on the sofa. She remembered vaguely that Roger had covered her with a blanket, then the house was quiet. Gregory kissed her awake, starting gently but becoming more insistent as she came back from her dreams.
Reaching for him lazily, Olivia smiled when he took her fingers and kissed them. "Are you a dream?"
His lips were too hot on her cheek to be anything but real and Gregory laughed. "If I am a dream you have to promise not to wake up."
Sighing as he started devouring the hollow of her neck just below her chin, Olivia opened her eyes. "I thought you were never coming out of your study."
"This is a dream remember? I'm still in my study." Gregory told her with an evil smile. "I'm just your fantasy."
Sitting up slowly, she made room for him on the sofa next to her. "My fantasy-?"
Gregory put his hands on her hips as he pushed her back into the sofa, attacking her mouth. He traveled his lips across her cheek to whisper. "Anything you want."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him in closer. "My fantasies of you usually involve less clothing."
He surprised her entirely by scooping her up from the sofa into his arms. "That can be arranged." Gregory promised as he started towards the staircase.
Giggling as he set her down on the first step, Olivia reached for the first button of his pinstriped shirt. "Where are we going?"
He shook his head at her, sliding his hands under her lavender sweater to find the lace camisole beneath it. "It's a surprise." Olivia leaned forward to kiss him, but he ducked away. "It took me some time to set up." Pulling the black scarf from his pocket he tied it gently around her eyes. "Just trust me."
"You can't really let me down in my dreams can you?" Olivia teased, giggling at his secrecy.
"No." He agreed as he led her up the first staircase. "I can only do what you want me to do."
She stopped walking and pulled his hands to her body, running them over her hips and up to her chest. "I might be a little demanding."
Gregory kissed the vee of lace on her cleavage, drawing a low moan out of her throat. "You've earned it." He continued to lead her, guiding her past their bedroom to the back staircase.
"You went past our bedroom." Olivia teased him as he started up the next set of stairs.
"Variety is the spice of life sweetheart." Gregory opened the door and pulled her into the steamy hot tub room. Standing behind her, he undid the blindfold, dropping it to the tile. Their hot tub was one of the most beautiful rooms in the house. Sunken into the floor with glistening black tile all around it. Shelves of towels were on the wall to the left, one wall opened onto the third floor balcony, and the last wall was a mural of the Italian countryside. Above the steaming water, the skylight promised a view of the night sky.
"We haven't been up here in-" Olivia's comment was cut off as he pushed her back against the doorway, finding the sensitive inside of her mouth with his tongue.
"Shhh." He ordered as he raced down the buttons of her sweater. "We're up here now. The kids are gone, our guests are gone-" The sweater fell open, exposing the intricate lace of the matching camisole she wore beneath it.
His hands were as insistant as his mouth, sliding inside her sweater to force it off of her shoulders.
Olivia gasped into his lips as the coarse skin of his palms found her shoulders. Biting at his bottom lip got the groan of desire she was looking for. She skipped his shirt and reached for his pants, undoing the buckle of his belt and pulling it free from the loops around his waist. Her breath was speeding up with the pounding of her heart and she wondered what Roger would say about making love. Since he hadn't said no...
Gregory's trousers fell in a puddle on the floor and he stepped out of them as he ran his hands hungrily over her hips in search of the zipper. The heat of the room was as intoxicating as the smell of the candles. The water was waiting for them, promising to caress away their cares. The delicate zipper on the left hip of her pants broke in his hand. The muttered curse into her mouth made her giggle. He solved his problem by ripping the zipper out, leaning her back against the wall as his hot hands ran over the cool skin of her thighs.
As he knelt to free her feet, Gregory couldn't resist running the tip of his tongue over her kneecap. Olivia sank to the floor next to him, gasping with laughter. She got him back by pushing him back to the cool tile of the floor, but he rolled her over as he ate her lips, abusing the sensitive skin with a ravenous tongue. Tumbling over again brought them to the edge of the tub and before they realized what they were doing, they were falling into the water.
Hot water sloshed over the edge, racing towards the clothes they had abandoned and soaking them as well. Coming up laughing, Gregory brushed the hair out of her face before attacking her once again with desperate hunger. Completely saturated with water, his shirt was nearly transparent. The buttons were large enough that she didn't have to fumble with them and soon his shirt was off and floating behind him in the water. Olivia pulled his naked chest in closer to her, and he responded by slipping his hands under the back of her camisole. He wanted it off, she could see it in his eyes as she moved to lean against the edge of the hot tub.
Instead of letting him remove it, she teased him by slyly removing her panties and setting them dripping on the edge of the hot tub. Chuckling so low in his throat it was nearly a growl, Gregory forced her back against the wall of the tub.
One hand brushed against her, fore finger finding a moan as he reached between her legs. Olivia shuddered as he caressed her again. She tugged at the camisole, ready to give him what he wanted if he'd just stop teasing like that. Gregory pulled the lace over her head, smoothing the wet hair back from her face. Longing was painful in his eyes as they met. He balled up his boxer shorts and tossed them out of the water, leaving only water between their naked skin.
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in, but Gregory was going to hold out. Attacking the smooth wet flesh, his fingers slid over her body, running up the curve of her spine. He wanted to feel alive. To know he survived.
Olivia started to shiver, but it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. The longer he studied her body, the more nerves he set on fire with his touch. Cupping her breasts, he ran thumbs over her nipples, teasing them erect and distracting her attention as he thrust into her. She cried out his name, surprised by the intensity that shot up her body. Keeping his hands where they were he moved slowly within her.
She dug her hands into his shoulders, rolling her head as she bit her lip. Gregory shook his head and paused in his rhythm to kiss her gently. "No one can hear you." No one but him, and he wanted to her scream his name into the night sky. He needed to know his place in the world, what he survived for. Her voice caught in her throat, tearing out low and hungry as she moaned again. That inspired him and their speed increased. Olivia dug the fingers of one hand into the cold tile rim of the hot tub, the other went around his neck.
His teeth brushed one of her breasts as he roamed her chest with his mouth. The sudden flash of pain was a counterpoint to the sensation building within her. She didn't have any control left to hold out against the force of his passion. Gregory had seen to that. A moan died on her lips and resurrected itself into a scream of pleasure. Gasping ragged against him, Olivia released the hand holding the edge of the tub and brought it to the back of his head. She closed her eyes, waiting for the explosion inside her head. Her hearing faded down to the rush of her heart, as if it too was begging to be set free.
Her back went stiff first, arching her body against his as climax came in waves. Each one coursing up to attack her mind. Olivia dug her fingers into his back, nails sinking into his skin as she trembled in his arms. Her final shattered gasp of his name sent him over the edge with her.
Gregory was still breathing hard as he moved around her, pulling her into his arms as he leaned back against the wall. Then the tears came, rolling down her face into the water beneath her chin. The shuddering of her body lent itself to her misplaced sobbng. Maybe it was unshed tears for the shooting, or the accident- whatever the feeling was, making love had set it free and demanded to be dealt with before he let her go.
Catching his breath slowly, Gregory firmly kissed her forehead. "I love you."
Olivia curled up against him, his sweetness making it difficult to stop crying. She couldn't explain the feeling of relief that poured out of her. Maybe he wouldn't understand. Gregory never saw his own mortality. He was never in danger and he certainly didn't allow himself to be protected. "I know." She turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I know."
She kissed his cheek, leaning her head on his shoulder as Gregory ran his hands slowly over her back. "Should I ask?" He wondered gently, feeling her shoulders shake beneath his hands.
"You're not afraid." She explained as he wiped her tears away with his right hand. "I knew you wouldn't be- you're never afraid."
Gregory kept his eyes locked with hers. "Afraid of what sweetheart?"
"Cole's coming after you." Olivia pointed out as she moved away from him in the water. "When he was after me I knew it was going to be all right because you would protect me. You always protect me." She looked up at the stars, wondering if they understood how she felt.
He put his hand on her shoulder, waiting for her to face him again. "Olivia-?"
"I don't know how to protect you the way you look after me." She finally admitted to the mural on the wall. "You keep me safe. I can't do that for you. If something happens to you I won't be able to do anything to stop it." Her voice grew higher and more desperate. "I'm helpless."
Gregory spun her around quickly, letting her see the emotion in his face he wasn't sure he could express. "You are never helpless Olivia." He lifted her chin carefully with one hand. "You've never been helpless, and that's what I love about you." He bent his head down to kiss her, finishing his explaination with a gentle touch.
"That's all you love about me?" There was the smile beneath her tears.
"I love that smile." Gregory explained as he helped her out of the water. Pulling a white terry robe off the shelf he hung it over her shoulders. "And how you can always make it seem like we're the only people in the world when you look at me." He kissed her cheek, whispering into her ear. "I love your knees."
Shaking her head, she blushed at him. As he tied her belt, he rested his hands over her stomach. "I love that you're carrying our baby."
Olivia took his hand into hers, smiling as the tears dried into her eyelashes. "Our baby-" She repeated happily. "Do you think he'll come before my birthday?"
Gregory laughed as they started downstairs to their bedroom. "I'm still trying to get over you being pregnant now. March is pretty far away."
"Not that far." Olivia taunted him as he ducked into his closet. When he emerged in his pajamas, she had a pillow tucked into her robe. Grinning wickedly, she let him see her as she'd look months from now. "I'll be big as a house before you know it."
Putting his arms around her, Gregory looked down at her 'stomach' and tried not to sound nervous when he laughed. "You always look beautiful." He pulled the pillow out of her robe, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer.
Leaning back her head, Olivia joined his laughter. "You're a liar, but if I didn't know better I'd believe you."
Gregory backed her towards the bed, promising to remind her again how beautiful he thought she was as he undid the belt of her robe. "Liv, that's because I'm a professional."