Sorry to leave you all hanging! Let's continue…
Previously…
Slipping her key into the lock, she turned to him, "Come in and I'll change so you can have your jersey back."
He shook his head, "No rush. I can get it later. Or you can keep it…if we go to another game or something."
She smiled and pulled him into the apartment, "I'd like that…but I still think you should take it back. It's your favorite. And what if you go to a game with Dickie or your friends?"
He shrugged, "I have others."
"Yes. But it's not this one." She shut the door behind them, "Just give me a minute. I'll be right back." She saw him squirming and she laughed, "Then you can go if you insist."
He sighed heavily and shrugged, "It's not that…I mean I don't want you to think…"
"I know." Leaning in, she kissed him, "You're a good man Elliot Stabler." Her hand slid down his chest as she walked towards her bedroom, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be out in a second."
He watched her go, trying to stop thinking about the fact that she'd be so close to him, naked soon. He had to be good. Had to prove that he was serious about all of this. It didn't mean it wasn't hard though. Didn't mean that he didn't want to follow her, throw her down on the bed and live out every fantasy he'd ever had involving her. "Get a grip Stabler…she deserves better."
Little did he know that she was in her bedroom concocting her own little plan. Smiling to herself, she wondered how he was going to get out of this one. Feeling confident, feeling sexy, feeling sure, she stepped back out into the living room. His back was turned to her as he looked out the window and she smiled, leaning against the doorframe, "So I changed my mind a little…"
"Hm?" He turned and then froze in his spot as he looked at her, "Liv…"
Her hand trailed down the side of her until she touched her bare knee. She'd taken everything off except for his jersey and she knew the sight alone was killing him. Resting her head against the doorframe she smiled, "I decided that if you want your jersey…you're going to have to take it off of me yourself."
He swallowed the lump in his throat and stood completely still, "Liv…"
He was going to make this difficult. Smiling to herself, she walked further into the living room until she was standing directly in front of him, "Yes?"
He let out a shaky breath and looked her up and down, "Just…just keep the jersey."
"I thought you might say that." She sighed, "But…just as you're stubborn. So am I." Shrugging, she whispered, "And I mean it when I say that the only way this is coming off is if you take it off." He swallowed hard again and she smiled, "And I feel like showing up to work or leaving the apartment like this in general may get me a few looks…so unless you'd like to share me"
He growled and narrowed his eyes at her, "I'm not sharing you with anyone. Not now. Not ever. No one is going to see you like this. No one but me."
She smiled, stepping closer to him, her bare toes touching the front of his shoes. She wasn't a small woman, but beside him she felt tiny. Pressing up on her toes, she slid her hand up his chest and felt his heart pounding hard in his chest, "I was hoping you'd say that too…"
His hands shook as he settled them on her hips, the soft worn material of his jersey riding up a little higher so that the tops of her thighs were exposed to him, "Olivia…"
She tilted her head to the side, and in the dim light of her apartment she whispered, "What's your choice El? Because I've made mine…"
He watched her, saw the sincerity in her eyes and knew she wasn't letting him escape her apartment for a second night in a row. He really should have seen this coming. She was good…she was damn good…
The look in her eye told him she meant business. It was the same look she had at work when she was telling someone she wasn't backing down. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, tried to keep his composure but it was getting harder by the second. She was standing in front of him only in his jersey, her olive skin on those long legs teasing him. His eyes dipped down and he could still see the smile growing on her face, "Liv…"
"Elliot…" Her hands moved to caress the back of his neck and her touch sent him into overdrive, "I know what you're trying to do but it's not necessary."
He huffed, his fingers digging into her sides, "Yes. It is."
Rolling her eyes she started walking him backwards and he knew he was heading towards dangerous territory, "No. It really isn't."
He stumbled slightly and then shifted to the side, away from her, "Olivia, I'm trying to do the right thing here."
Hands on hips, the jersey rode up higher on her legs and he growled, making her laugh, "El, while I appreciate the sentiment…" She stepped closer to him and he stepped back not realizing how close he was to the couch, "Two days ago you had me pinned against the wall. You had your hands all over me, in me." She stepped closer and the back of his knees hit the couch and he fell backwards, "Why are you being so shy now?"
Sitting there, staring up at her, he knew he had no way out of this. More than that, he knew he didn't want out of this. But he had to make sure, "I just need to know that…I need you to know that to me this isn't just physical. That I actually do-"
"I know." She pressed her fingers to his lips and smiled down at him, "El…I know. I know you. I know that you've always done things a certain way…I know that you're respectful and would never do that to me." Lifting her leg, she placed one knee on the couch beside him and heard him inhale sharply, "I know you Elliot Stabler." Her other knee took its place on the other side of him and slowly she lowered herself onto his lap, his hands shook as they settled on her hips, "I also know what I want…" Leaning down, she kissed his lips, his cheek, and moved to his ear, "And what I want is you…"
His eyes closed tight and he felt her hips roll against his, his cock already straining against his jeans, "Olivia…"
"So now the only question is…" She nuzzled the side of his face and bit down gently on his earlobe, "What do you want?"
Holding his breath, he pulled her closer, the words slipping from his lips before he could stop himself, "You. God I want you. I've wanted you for so long that I can't remember a time when I didn't…"
She rocked against him, could feel his need for her and another jolt of desire coursed through her body. She knew she was wet, knew she was ready. If he just reached out and touched her, he'd know too, "That's good…"
His head fell back against the couch and he sighed, "But this should be done the right way….let me-"
"Elliot." She laughed and touched the side of his face, "It's okay to want things." His fingers dug into her hips and she shifted so that the jersey lifted again and he gasped when his hands touched nothing but smooth skin, "It's okay to have desires. To explore those desires. To tell me you want me…it's okay not to be gentle. I can take it."
The last of his strength was slowly leaving his body, "Liv…"
Pulling back, her fingers pressed into the base of his neck as she moved her face to look at him, kissing him again, "Take the jersey off El…"
His hands slid up her thighs, around the back of her, grasping her ass in his hands, "God you're killing me here Benson…"
"Stop being so damn stubborn." She said with a laugh, her hands moving to push up under his own shirt, "Just give in El…I promise you that it's okay."
Staring at her, feeling her against him he lost all sense of control, all sense of chivalry. He had to have her. After walking away from her the other night he had been desperate for her. He also knew her better than anyone. She wouldn't be doing this if she wasn't sure. She wouldn't risk this if she wasn't ready. She was a strong, independent woman who believed in going after what she wanted. And by some stroke of luck, she wanted him.
She saw it, the moment when he surrendered. The moment he let her in fully, let go, the moment that that final line had been crossed. His hands pulled her closer, he wasn't gentle and she smiled as his lips crashed against hers. Her tongue traced his bottom lip and he didn't protest when her hands lifted the jersey off of him. He pulled away just enough for her to pull it up over his body, the undershirt soon followed and her hands roamed his bare chest. She felt him lift her hips slowly and she lifted herself up on her knees as he pulled the jersey up and over her body. As soon as she was exposed to him, she saw him fall back harder against the couch and let his eyes roam freely. His eyes grew darker, his cheeks flushed, his chest puffed out as he tried to remember how to breathe, "Christ Liv…"
His large hands ran up her bare back and she leaned in, "Still want this?"
The laugh that escaped his lips was soft, "You're kidding me right?"
Lifting her hips again, she tugged on his belt, pulling it from the loops and unbuttoning his jeans, "Just asking a question…"
He gasped as her fingers wrapped around him, "What the fuck do you think?"
"Ohhhhh…" She smiled and stroked him more firmly, "Now he's coming out of his shell. Chivalry dead Stabler?"
"Yeah. You murdered it." His head fell back against the couch again and he sighed, "Jesus Liv…you're gonna kill me aren't you?"
She laughed when his hips lifted and she began to push down the material on his hips, "Hopefully not."
She heard him kicking off his shoes as he shimmied out of the jeans and she once again rocked her hips against him. He could feel her slick heat run along the length of him and he shuddered, "Nope…definitely gonna kill me."
Pressing her fingers into the side of his face she tilted his head towards her, "Tell me how badly you want me."
One hand lifted to her chest, tugging on her nipple and he smiled watching the pleasure play across her face, "Liv, I don't just want you. I need you."
Arching her back, she smiled and moved so that he could feel her need for him too, "Do you trust me?"
His body was shaking as he felt her take control, "More than anyone."
Sitting up more, she positioned herself above the tip of his cock and he shuddered, "Let me show you what you can have El…"
His head pressed all the way into the cushion, "Fuck…"
Sinking down slowly, he filled her completely and she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips as she felt him stretch her, "Elliot…fuck you feel good."
His hands held her so hard, so close she knew she'd have marks tomorrow but she welcomed them. Elliot sucked in a breath as he felt himself get lost in her, "This can't be real…"
She smiled and began to ride him slowly, repeating his words from earlier, "Oh but it is. It's very real. You and I have always been real."
She captured his lips with hers as she increased her speed, showing him a world he didn't know existed. He'd always known Olivia was more experienced. Always know that if given the chance she'd open his eyes to new levels of pleasure. But this, this was more than he could have expected. She was making him feel things he'd only heard about in locker rooms over the years. Sex was good, and Kathy and him had plenty of it. But it was routine, and Kathy had her boundaries that he never crossed out of respect. But yes he wanted more. Yes he wanted to try things. Yes he had felt shame for wanting all that. But here, on her couch, her body wrapped around his, he felt no shame. He just felt excitement, longing, desire and love for this intoxicatingly beautiful woman.
He watched her, watched the way her body moved with determination. Nothing had ever looked so sexy to him. She was powerful, sure, confident and unashamed in her sexual prowess. The city light streamed in through the window and he couldn't look away. Her skin was flushed, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved up and down over him. He was mesmerized and he knew he never wanted this to end. He could never touch another woman, look at another woman after her. No one would compare.
"Olivia…" Her name fell from his lips and he saw her smile as she ducked her head to kiss him, "You're perfect."
She laughed and shook her head, her light brown locks flowing down her back, "Mmm…no I'm not."
He felt her clench down around him and he hissed, "Yes. You fucking are."
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pushed herself up over him, "You should know by now I'll always win."
He laughed and then felt a shift, felt the need to prove himself in this situation. He'd held back, done what he thought was right but she'd shattered his illusions of romance and wooing her. There was time for that later he supposed, especially because now that he'd had her, he wasn't letting go. He wanted to prove that he could play this game too. That he could keep up with her. For his whole life he'd done what was expected of him. But now, now he wanted to just feel. And all he could feel was her. He took her by surprise when one hand settled on her hip and the other pressed into her back before he lifted them both up off the couch. He smiled against her collarbone when he heard the gasp that escaped her lips, "Yeah…you'll probably always win. But I can hold my own."
She laughed as she slid down his body and felt him begin to take control, "Oh I know you can. Just had to coax it out of you…"
He let his eyes roam over her again as his hand wrapped around his cock, feeling her wetness coating him. Biting down hard on his lip he cocked his head to the side, "Olivia…"
She smiled, her heart rattling in her chest, "Is Elliot Stabler finally ready to play?"
His hands settled on her hips again and he turned her so that her back was against his chest, "More than ready…"
He moved forward, his cock pressed between her legs again and she sighed, "Yes…"
"Bend over." He growled into her ear, "All the way."
The sound that escaped her lips made them both smile and she didn't hesitate. Her knees hit the cushions and her arms settled on the back of the couch where his head had just rested. She felt his hands first, sliding up the back of her thighs and her knees spread wider, desperate to feel him inside of her again. She knew she'd feel it in the morning but it was worth it. His fingertips danced along her heated skin and she pressed her forehead into her arm when she felt him slide them between her folds, "Please…"
Elliot leaned forward, his lips finding the back of her neck and down her spine as his fingers pressed further into her. "So fucking sexy."
Her body tensed as his lips moved lower, "Elliot…"
"Oh no Benson…you started this and we're going to finish it together." His lips felt on the curve of her ass, "There's no going back now."
Lifting her head, she glanced at him over her shoulder, saw how dangerously close his mouth was to her pussy, "Do you want to go back?"
He smirked and moved forward, his tongue darting out to taste her for the first time. She shuddered against him and his hands held her ass firmly, "Fuck no."
Her breath caught in her throat and she had to squeeze down on the cushions under her hands, "Oh my God…" Flattening his tongue against her clit, he moaned softly and the vibrations sent her into overdrive, "Elliot!"
His fingers dug into skin and he moaned again, not able to help himself, not able to get enough of her, "Liv…"
Her back arched and she panted loudly, "El…I-"
He laughed and ran his tongue against her folds again, "You wanted me to let loose…so you're gonna have to deal with the consequences now."
She smiled and looked back at him again, "Is that so?"
Standing up again he settled behind her and teased her with the tip of him, "Uh huh…"
Smiling wickedly at him she whispered, "Good. Don't hold back."
Elliot's heart was pounding in his chest as he watched her stretched out before him, all the fantasies he'd had for years running through his mind. All the things he'd held back in his life, all the things he wanted to try and experience. His hand smoothed across her ass again and she shivered, he hesitated for only a moment before lifting his hand. He saw the glint in her eyes and knew that she knew what he was thinking. She didn't push him away, didn't say no and his hand lifted higher before coming down, smacking her, fisting her ass in his large hand. She groaned and felt him push his cock inside of her, "Olivia…"
She dropped her head to the back of the couch again and sighed, "Harder…"
He moved his hand back again in time with his hips and slammed into her once more, his hand coming down harder, leaving a mark, "Fuck…"
"Yes…" She rolled her hips and pushed back against him making him shudder, "Just like that. Please."
His mind was racing and he felt like he had to be hallucinating, this felt better than any dream he'd ever had. Her body fit his like a glove, he filled her completely, felt himself stretching her, felt her warmth and desire for him wrapped around him. The sounds she was making, the way she didn't hold back set his heart racing faster. His hands slid along her body, desperate to touch each part of her and she let him take whatever he wanted. Leaning over her, his fingers reached for her breast, pulling at her nipple as his hips slammed into her, "Olivia…"
She reached for his free hand which now rested on the back of the couch and tangled her fingers with his, "Don't stop. I'm so close."
He groaned and dropped his lips to her spine, his tongue tracing the bead of sweat that slid down her back, "Fuck…"
She used her own free hand to reach between them pressing her fingers against her clit and he he growled, "El, I can't…I-I-"
"Let go." He bit down on her shoulder and sighed, desperate to feel her unravel, "Let go Liv…"
He felt her clench down around him and heard the scream that ripped through her body. She shuddered and shook against him and he quickly moved his hands to her hips, pulling her up and pressing her back against his chest as he continued to thrust into her. She clung to his arms, needing him to hold her up as her knees buckled. He nuzzled his face into her neck and sighed, "Liv…"
She could feel his heart pounding in his chest through her back and she knew he was close, "Let go El…"
He growled, slipped out of her and turned her slowly catching her by surprise. But she smiled and lay down on the couch below him. He climbed up over her, thrusting his hips until he collided with her again. She pulled him closer, smiling up at him, her hands holding his face in her hands as he slammed into her over and over. She could feel his strength lessening, but she saw in his face he was struggling to let go, still unsure, still hesitant. "Elliot…look at me."
He shook his head, his teeth clenched tight, "Liv I-"
Her fingers smoothed down his cheeks and she moaned as he filled her over and over, "Come on El…look at me."
He gasped and felt his release building, "Shit-" His eyes snapped open and he stared at her, needing to see her face, her eyes, needing to know that she was okay, "Liv I don't-"
"Let go." She saw his mouth drop open, felt him tense as he pulled away, she gasped as he came hard against her stomach but she smiled, seeing the pleasure course through him.
"Fuck." His knees dropped to the couch and he growled, "Liv…I'm sorry I just…I wasn't sure-"
She reached for him, leaning up and kissing him softly, "Elliot stop…"
He fell back, his body unable to hold himself up anymore, "I shouldn't have…but we didn't talk-"
She smiled and sat up on her elbows, "I'll be right back."
He cringed as he watched her go, afraid he had overstepped a line and she was retreating. But she walked with confidence, didn't seem angry or upset. He sat there, willing his heart to stop beating so radically in his chest. He had to think clearly, had to hold it together. A moment later, she was back, still smiling and he watched her reach for his jersey before slipping it over her body. He watched her, unable to move and she climbed back on top of him, "I changed my mind again. I don't want to give the jersey back. At least not tonight."
He laughed and pressed his hands to her hips, still breathing hard, "Shoulda known it was all a trick…"
She smiled and leaned forward to kiss his neck, "El…"
He sighed and his heart jumped in his chest again, his voice came out low and laced with worry, "I'm sorry…"
She frowned and pulled away, touching his cheeks, "Why do you keep apologizing?"
He swallowed hard and looked at her, once again struck by her beauty, still shocked to see her in his jersey, shocked that she was here, sitting on his lap, "I just thought…"
"How long have you known me?" She asked massaging the back of his neck, "How long El?"
He sighed and shrugged, "Nearly eight years…"
She nodded, "Have I ever been the kind of woman who didn't do exactly what she wanted? Or the kind of woman who wouldn't tell you if she was upset?"
He bit down hard on his lip and shook his head, "No."
"I started this because I wanted it." Leaning forward she kissed him, biting down on his lip just as he had done, "I wanted you. And I wanted you to not hold back and you didn't. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable…I should have maybe discussed a few things with you before. But I trust you. And just for future reference…I'm covered. But that was hot as hell. So it's okay."
His eyebrow quirked and he smiled, "Yeah?"
She nodded again and kissed him slowly, "Mmm…I like knowing that you want me. It felt good to watch you come undone like that."
He sighed and let his hands slip up under the material of his jersey, settling on her ass, "I just don't ever want to…make you uncomfortable. Or scare you. And I'm not used to…"
His voice trailed away and she nodded, not needing him to understand, "I know. But…here's the thing…" She smiled and pressed her fingers harder into his neck, "I know sometimes because of what we do, you probably think you have to be a gentleman all the time. And I appreciate that. And sometimes…yeah I want that. But El, when you're with someone you trust and it's consensual it's okay to want more. It's okay to explore and test boundaries. If I don't want something…I'll tell you. And I know you'd stop. But just so we're clear…" Leaning in she nuzzled the side of his face, "When it comes to you…there is very little I wouldn't be willing to try."
He felt himself reacting to her words, to the feel of her and he laughed, "Christ…you really are going to kill me."
She laughed and pulled back, "No…I don't want to kill you. Just want you to enjoy yourself. Sex is supposed to feel amazing El. It's supposed to be one of the best parts of life…but it can only be that way if you have the right partner."
He watched her carefully and he whispered, "Liv…"
Knowing him as well as she did she knew what he was thinking, "And before you start letting your mind wander Stabler…" She adjusted him on the couch so he was falling back against the cushions and she could lie over him, "That was the best sex I've ever had. Know why?"
He smiled softly, feeling like a teenager again, "Why?"
"Because it was with you." She rocked against him again and he groaned, "No one has made me feel that way. That's why I knew I could let go…I trust you. I want you. And I want you to enjoy it too."
He laughed and lifted her head, "Liv, if I enjoyed it anymore I would have had a heart attack."
She smiled and rested her hands against his chest, placing her chin on the top of them, "So we'll have to work on that stamina. Throw in a few more workouts for you. I'm happy to spot you anytime."
He laughed harder and put a hand over his face, "What am I going to do with you?"
She grinned proudly and whispered, "Whatever you want with me…"
Elliot growled and grabbed her ass again, squeezing her tight, "Whatever I want?"
She nodded slowly, "Uh huh."
"Okay. Well…" He lifted her slowly and she smiled, "Right now, I want you in the shower. I've heard you can have sex in there too. Is that right?"
She laughed as he walked them backwards towards her bathroom, "It's true. Think you can handle it?"
He chuckled and shrugged, "Only one way to find out…"
As they stepped into the bathroom, she watched him reach into the shower to turn on the water and she hopped up on the sink as he waited for the water to warm up. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, all ripped muscles, he exuded strength and sex and God help her she'd never wanted anything so badly. A thought occurred to her as she watched him stretch. "Hm…"
He turned back to her and frowned, "What?"
Tugging his arm she settled him between her legs and she pouted, "I take it back…"
His eyes narrowed and he frowned, "Take what back?"
"The whatever you want thing…" Her hands slid up his chest, "There is one thing I definitely won't do…"
He rested his hands on either side of her on the porcelain sink. He was glad to hear that she wasn't regretting this all like he thought but he was curious as to what she was thinking about. "Okay. What is it? You know I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do."
She nodded slowly and smiled, "I know. But what I won't do…is a threesome." His eyes went wide and she laughed, "I'm not sharing you just like you don't want to share me. Any woman who touches you is going to feel my wrath. I've had to be good for a long time…but now that you're mine…" She pulled him closer and felt his cock pressed between her legs again, "You aren't allowed to touch anyone else." Pressing her lips to his she smiled, "Understood?"
He smiled against her mouth and nodded, "Understood. But just so we're clear…I don't want to touch anyone else. You're it for me Benson. That's a promise."
Letting out a shaky breath she smiled and pushed him backwards, "Good."
Forty-five minutes later, she lay in her bed wrapped up in his jersey as he finished up in the bathroom. Her fingers twirled her brown hair and she sighed staring at the ceiling. As bold as she had been earlier this was all new to her. It was strange yet exciting. She knew what she wanted, but she didn't always know what to expect. She'd been used to men taking what they want and leaving, or being too afraid herself to let them stay. But Elliot was different, at least it felt different. Would he want to stay though? He'd told her he loved her, something she knew that he wouldn't say if he didn't mean it. But he was also newly single and maybe just maybe he wanted his space, maybe he liked this new found freedom.
She heard the door open and heard him humming to himself as he stepped into the room. She was quiet, waiting for him to make the first move. She'd told him to take what he wanted, to not hold back, and yet right now, she didn't seem able to tell him what she wanted. She felt him crawl up onto the bed and she held her breath. He settled in closer to her, pulling her against his chest, his leg pressing between hers, "You smell good…" He laughed and let his hands slide over her smooth skin, "Feel good too…damn good."
She wrapped her arms around his and smiled, "You too."
Her voice was soft and it surprised him. Gone was the bold, confident woman from earlier, bearing herself to him, giving as good as she got. Before him lay a vulnerable woman and he knew better than anyone the demons that sometimes rattled in her brain making her think she wasn't good enough. So much of her life had been spent feeling unwanted, feeling like she didn't belong or deserve happiness. It was part of the reason that he'd wanted to take this slowly, wanted to show her what she was worth. And while he didn't regret what had happened earlier, while he had loved every minute of it, he also knew that right now what she needed was him to hold her and he was more than willing to do that, "What's going on in that head of yours Benson?"
She swallowed hard and her eyes squeezed tight as she clung to him, "Do you have to go?"
He frowned, confused by her question, "Go?" She tensed in his arms and slowly he turned her so that her body lay under him, "Where am I going?"
Taking a shaky breath, she touched his cheek nervously, "Home?"
He pulled back slightly and stared down at her, still trying to read her expression, "Do you want me to?"
Sucking in her bottom lip she shook her head, "I want to do whatever you want to do El. Whatever feels right to you."
"That's not an answer." He frowned and sat up slowly, "Do you want me to go?" She didn't respond and he reached for her hand, "Olivia, do you want me to leave or do you want me to stay?"
Tears welled up in her eyes and she whispered, "I want you to want to stay…"
Leaning down again, he covered her body with his and looked her straight in the eye, "I want to stay Liv. I want to stay right here with you for as long as you'll let me. Hopefully forever."
Her heart jumped in her chest and a tear escaped the corner of her eye, "Forever, huh?"
"I meant what I said earlier Liv…" He pushed back a lock of her hair and smiled, "I love you Olivia Benson. I know this is all happening fast…but in some ways it's been a long time coming. I'm sure that I'm right where I belong." Kissing her softly he whispered, "So again, I ask…what do you want Liv?"
Pulling him closer she sighed, "I really, really want you to stay."
"Alright then." He settled in beside her and pulled her against his chest and they lay there, tangled together, he smiled and said, "Guess it's a good thing that I got an apartment not far from you. I can stop in tomorrow morning before work."
Lifting her head she peeked up at him, "Is that so?"
Elliot shrugged, "Maybe I was hoping to run into you…"
"Well you did…" She lifted her head to rest her chin on her elbow, "And I'm damn glad you did." She reached out to touch his face, "I missed you Stabler…more than I think I even realized."
"Well we don't have to miss each other anymore." He pulled her back down against him and smiled, "I think I'm addicted to you so you're stuck with me now."
She laughed and wrapped her arms around his chest, "Good to know." Pressing her lips to his neck, "This apartment of yours…do I get to see it soon?"
"You can see it anytime you want." He answered, tangling his hands in her hair, "We can do a little more of that exploring together there…got a nice big bed I need to break in."
She smiled and held him closer, "Mmm…I like the sound of that."
He felt her body relaxing against his, felt her succumbing to sleep and whispered, "You really do look good in my jersey babe…"
She yawned and sighed happily, "Good. Because I really am never giving it back. Best. Night. Ever."
She yawned again and he smiled, pressing his lips to her forehead, "Go to sleep Liv. I'll be right here when you wake up."
"I'm counting on it…" She whispered back.
Watching her sleep he knew that he'd do anything she asked him to do, that he'd go to the ends of the earth to make sure that she was happy. Because this? This right here…holding her in his arms, was everything he'd ever wanted. He just hoped that the rest of this crazy world didn't try and come between them…but if it did, he'd do whatever it took to keep it. He wasn't letting her go without a fight, that was for damn sure.