A/N: wow hi! did not mean to leave you all hanging for so long. thank u always for the encouraging reviews. let's get get down to business ;)
Two weeks later….
It's well into the early morning when she hears her phone ring much earlier than her alarm to get up for work. She's groggy and manages to squint her eyes to see it's Elliot calling her at this god forsaken hour. Somehow she manages to answer and holds the phone to her ear as her eyes drift back to sleep almost.
"Hello?" She croaks with sleep still laden in her voice.
"Hey Liv," she can hear him rustling in the background and can tell he's not steady but moving about quickly. That wakes her up just enough to get her attention and she sits up in bed with her back against the headboard.
"El- everything okay?" She cleared her throat and turned on her bedside lamp.
"I hate to ask this but I just got called into a homicide. My mothers out of town until tomorrow. Do you think-"
"Yeah..yeah," he doesn't even have to finish his sentence. "Of course. Bring her up," she doesn't even need an explanation. Katie was always welcome here and she understood all too well about being called in in the middle of the night. He lucked out being Captain but she knows it's a serious case if he's being called to the scene at three in the morning.
"I owe you my life. We'll be up in five," he doesn't wait for her to reply before she hears a click at his end of the line. She forces herself out of bed and throws on her robe to meet him at her front door.
"I'm sorry to do this to you," he says immediately after she swung open the door to him holding a sleeping Katie in his arms. He's dressed in the most casual street wear she's seen him in for work. He sports a pair of medium washed denim and a tucked in gray shirt with his badge hanging from his neck, and his gun locked to his hip.
"Don't apologize. I'll take the girls to breakfast in the morning for blueberry pancakes before school. They'll love it," he thanks her and hurries to put Katie in bed with Ophelia. He made sure to kiss her goodbye and tuck them both in nice and snug. It made him less guilty knowing she would get to wake up next to her best friend.
"I don't know if I can thank you enough," he finds Olivia in the kitchen packing a glitter purple lunch pale and immediately shakes his head no at her. "Don't go out of your way for her. She eats at school-"
"Stop being so stubborn. I want to do this for her," she continued to spread peanut butter on a piece of wheat bread. "So please just come give me a kiss because I haven't seen you in days and I miss you," he drops it immediately and tugs on her hand to bring her closer to him. She abandoned the halfway made sandwich and allowed him to completely envelope her into his arms. He smelled like spring- the essence of his aftershave still lingers when she tucks her face into his neck. His body is warm, a nice juxtaposition to the coolness of her apartment.
She inhales a deep breath and exhales slowly taking it all in before he leaves for god knows how long. Olivia was married to an ADA for years; she knows the drill just as well. A homicide in the middle of the night could have him chasing suspects left and right for days, and god forbid weeks. Their time together has always been limited but it's hitting her that instances like this will always be a possibility.
Her face pulls back to take a good look at him and the corners of his mouth upturn as he makes his move to kiss her finally. It's been days of nonstop texting but no availability to see one another with their clashing schedules and it panics her how easily she misses him.
He tastes like coffee already and she lets him take her deeper when she feels his hand brush along her neck until the tips of his fingers tread along her jawline. Her body feels like liquid as she melts into him and he pulls her closer until she's flush against him in her plush robe. It feels heavenly to be in his arms again and there's an ache in knowing she had to let him go.
"I have to go," he feeds her tiny kisses to her swollen morning lips. "Here is this," she feels solid coolness slip into the palm of her hand. Her eyes widen once she realizes what it is and pulls away to look down.
"What is this?"
"A key to my place. You'll need it in the morning to get a few things for Katie. Keep it. It's a copy," he says it so calmly it almost makes her question if she had heard him right.
"I can't keep this," she shakes her head no but he takes the key and tucks it into the pocket of her robe.
"Olivia please. In case of an emergency. I trust you," her throat constricts from its sudden dryness and she tries to hide the alarm on her face at this huge step so soon. "I will call you once I'm off the scene and can update you," he steals a kiss goodbye and is quickly out the door without giving her any more room to protest.
….
"So I was thinkin'..." Elliot's voice dropped on the phone as they caught up with one another after this morning. "We could have dinner with my mother this weekend," the key was one thing this morning but meeting his mother had been a complete other entity in itself. They were moving fast with one another- yes, but adding in meeting family and having access to one another's apartments at all times was a huge step. It was in the direction she had dreamed of but the pace left her a little speechless.
"I don't know Elliot. Meeting your mother is a lot," she sputters and hides further down an empty hallway where it was quiet enough to make sure she could hear him perfectly.
"She's heard so much about you these last few months and is dying to meet you," he looks over at the picture on his desk of him and Bernie on Mother's day a few years ago. "And she said she'll watch the girls after so we can have some alone time together," she sighs and those familiar butterflies resurface in her belly. His tone- she knows he's been looking forward to picking up where they left off on her couch a few weeks. She has been too.
"She said she's making a lasagna again just for you," she hums at the memory of eating the leftovers on her couch next to him watching late night tv. He had told Bernie how much she loved and she was willing to go through the trouble of making it again just for her.
"Just come," his voice softens and so does she.
"Fine," she grins and bites lightly on her bottom lip. "What time should we be there?"
"Let's do six this Saturday," she makes a mental note and already worries about what she should wear. "Don't worry about bringing anything."
"I can't come empty handed."
"You're bringing Ophelia," she laughs at his attempt at a joke.
"Okay smart ass. I'll see you Saturday," she clicks to end the call and makes a call to make an appointment to get freshly waxed later on today.
How lucky of a bastard is he
He thinks to himself as he sits across from the woman he's fallen madly in love with these last few months(maybe it's a little soon to say he's in love but if he's being honest he knew weeks ago). She laughs and her pearly white teeth show completely. Her skin glows and her hair falls in waves over the side of her face as she throws her head back from laughter. He knows he will get caught staring if he doesn't look away soon but she's just so damn beautiful.
He's barely said a word since she had arrived and gotten introduced to Bernie. They both had hit it off immediately and it made his gut wrench. Trying to date after losing his wife was hard in itself, but getting his mother to love another woman he was with was just as difficult. She was hard to please and felt she knew who was best for her son. As much as he might disagree with her, she always ended up being right about the women she chose.
The lasagna has been demolished and the girls are back in the living room dragging toys out of the chest Katie had here at her grandmothers. The three of them stayed back at the dining room table and finished up their last glass of wine before Elliot and Olivia eventually escaped into the night for their alone time.
"Bernie, you have to give me the recipe for this lasagna."
"It's a family recipe. So if Elliot knows any better he'll fix that in a year or so- that way I can give it to you," Bernie is unrelenting in her sass and takes a sip of her wine while she watches her son squirm. Olivia however, is enjoying the fun happening before her. The confident and big headed Elliot she's seen so many times before her is speechless.
"Mama," he sounds like a tinier version of himself from childhood and it's heartwarming to watch. "Don't scare Olivia away," he dismisses her comment completely and it makes Olivia chuckle.
"Well, I like her. I hope you're here for good honey because I can see us getting along real good," she holds her glass up and Olivia clinks hers gently against it. They cheer and grin widely at one another. Is this what it should have been like for her all along? Her childhood was nothing short of sweet and the traumas of it still carry with her to this day. David's mother hadn't been too accepting of their marriage, she swears she almost heard the woman cheer on the phone when they broke the news of their divorce to her. Bernie is a breath of fresh air in comparison.
"Ma-"
"Alright alright, I'll stop," she holds her hands up in surrender and winks at Olivia. A sigh of contentment escapes her. She had met Bernie and things were going good.
"It's getting late. You two need to be heading out soon," Bernie stands and begins collecting the dirty plates from the table. "Now I don't wanna see you two until after lunch tomorrow. I promised the girls we'd make cookies," and with that she disappeared into the kitchen.
It makes Olivia giggle to herself. It appeared it was Bernie's way or the highway tonight, and she wasn't going to fight her on getting over 12 hours of alone time. Ophelia seemed to like her a lot and it relieved her conscience even more that she treated her like her own already.
"That's my mother for you," Elliot downed the last of his wine. "Should we say goodnight to the girls and get out of here?"
….
"What do you wanna do?" Elliot strolled alongside her as they made the trek back to their apartment building. His shoulder brushed against hers intermittently as his fingers toyed with hers that hung at her side.
"Hmph," she wastes three seconds as if she really needs to think about it before answering him. "Let's go back to your place," she intertwined her fingers with his, pulling him closer to her. They could beat around the bush and go out for more drinks. Act like the last two weeks haven't been a miserable ache between the two of them- she just wants to cut right to the chase.
"Let's pick up something for dessert later?" There's a sensual glint in his eyes and her throat feels constricted. She would be working up an appetite for later.
She nods and he leads them to the same bakery she takes Ophelia before school sometimes for a treat. Routinely she picks out her favorite- carrot cake and he goes ahead and makes it two slices for them both.
The walk back is quiet. The perfect silence while they both take in this much needed one on one time together. It's more than about breaking the seal and finally being connected the way they've both throbbed for. They're both exposing a part of themselves they haven't shared with anyone new for years. She's excited and nervous but ready. There's no one else she thinks she could trust to fall head forward to after the year she's had.
…
They're a few blocks from home when the cool air becomes wet. The unpredictable weather of the city opens up its clouds as droplets begin to coat their skin. It's only a moment before it becomes a full downpour and they're both laughing their asses off running to get back to the apartment. It feels as though they are racing each raindrop and failing. The jacket he's given her barely helps and she's completely soaked once they get to safety inside.
They stumbled into the darkness of his apartment and he dropped the carrot cake by the door to flip on the lamp near the sofa to help them out. His place is all inviting and she appreciates the familiarity of it.
"Jesus," she twists the water from her hair and adds to the puddle she's dragged in with her. The blouse and jeans she wore cling to her body much like his own jeans and button down. She can't remember the last time she's gotten caught up in the rain like that- running through the streets with her boyfriend.
Did she really just think that?
What else was he? She thinks they are definitely past friendship considering his head was between her legs just a few weeks ago.
"Is it weird if I say that was fun?" He stands a few feet away from her and begins unbuttoning his shirt. She wants to look him in the eyes- she really really does but the valley of muscles revealing beneath his buttons are a distraction in itself.
"No. Some might even say that's how some of the greatest love stories happen. I think we forgot to kiss in the rain though," he smirks and holds his hand out for her to come closer to him. "It's not too late," his hands are on her hips and she feels them begin to toy with the hem of her blouse that's sticking to her skin now. And then finally his lips are on hers. She's been waiting for a kiss from him since they arrived at his mothers place- deciding that any PDA would have to wait for a while.
His kisses are slow and calculated in tandem with his fingers that moved to the buttons on her top. He works his way up from the bottom and her chest rises more rapidly as he gets closer to the very last button near the valley of her breasts. His hands open up the fabric when they slide down her sides and grip at her hips once again to bring her flush against him. His growing arousal pokes at her hip and she gasps at the contact.
"We should shower," he mumbles between kisses and she nods in agreement. The chill from being drenched sets in and a shower with him sounds like the perfect way to warm back up.
He kisses the corner of her mouth before tugging her along through the apartment. Now the nerves are settling in a bit once they reach the darkness of his room that surprisingly has a nightlight that projects stars against the ceiling. She looks up and smirks- wondering if he's afraid of the dark or something.
"It's for Katie. Sometimes she sneaks in in the middle of the night after a bad dream," he reads her face easily.
"You're such a good dad," her lips find his again and her hands peel the button up he wore off. She knew he was definitely in shape but my god, she thinks when her fingers dance along the muscles of his stomach. They have waited a long time for this moment and she plans on greedily taking whatever she wants.
"Don't take any of this off," he pulls away to say before disappearing into the bathroom suite to start the shower. So she stands at the door frame and watches him lay three towels on the counter (two for them and one for her hair) and she really wishes it wasn't the bare minimum that made her want to sob at how lucky she was.
Elliot is back in front of her and his hands waste no time getting the button and zipper of her jeans undone. He peeled them down and she helped him- holding onto his shoulders so she could step out of them. Lucky for him her underwear has slid down with them. It wasn't the smoothest transition but he had finally gotten her half naked nonetheless. He's got her blouse and bra off moments later.
"How do I always end up losing my clothes, and you've barely lost your socks?" She stands with her hands at her hips, pushing her chest forward as if she isn't completely topless in front of him. Her breasts are perfectly supple, her nipples caramel and perked. The eyeliner she wore is smudged beneath her eyes and it makes her look all the more perfect.
"Looks better on you than me," he tugged on her hand and led her into the steamy glass box.
She stepped into the stream of hot water and waited patiently for him. Her chilled skin is heated up instantly and she lets the water cascade against her skin, through her hair, and over her face to rid it of the mess her makeup had become.
It's then she feels his hands curl around her waist and pull her back towards him. His muscular chest collided with her back and his mouth trailed open mouth kisses to her shoulder until he found that perfect spot behind her ear. The sound that escapes her lets him know he's got the right place.
One of his hands slide around to the softness of her belly to cup the heat of her sex in his hand. She feels his middle finger slide its way between her folds that are slick with anticipation. Her head falls back against his shoulder when he finally enters her with one finger. One of her own hands covers his and pushes him further into her with the hope of relieving the pressure building in her belly.
"That feel good?" He growled and began kneading her body with his other hand. Her right breast filled the palm of his hand and he squeezed gently.
"Mmhm," she manages when he begins a torturous slow thrust, stretching her. Water continues to pelt softly against her skin, warming her up perfectly for him. The goosebumps from the cold are replaced by anticipation. "More," she breathes and god dammit did he hear her right? He felt her hand that covered his reach for his index finger when he took too long to follow her request. He sinks into her two fingers deep and slides in and out of her easier each time as her arousal coats his fingers.
"So fucking wet for me-" his words make her bite her lower lip to stifle her screams out of habit. "Let it out," he gently reminds her that they are alone for the first time. Her body bends the slightest to gain leverage on the tiled wall in front of her. His fingers hit at a new angle- the perfect angle that sends her orgasm suddenly over the edge. Her legs are unsteady as they shake beneath her, trying to hold on as her body takes in every inch of pleasure he's offering her.
His fingers release from her to hold her waist and support her body that's gone limp against his body. He kissed her skin that's hot to the touch. She's quiet as she catches her breath and tries to recover. Suddenly, the softest laugh escapes from her which bounces onto him and they're both giggling against one another.
Olivia finds strength to turn in his arms and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close to steal a kiss from his lips. His hands slide down her backside and past her ass to hook under her thighs and she's up and wrapped around him in seconds. She screamed at his playfulness, nervous he would drop her at any moment.
"Elliot, what the hell!" She grips his shoulders for dear life when he reaches to shut off the water.
"I need you naked," kiss. "In my bed," kiss. "Right now," he does that a lot. Kisses between words and every time she finds herself holding her breath, waiting to see what he would say next.
He's walking them both out of the shower, his dick poking at her entrance with every step until she feels her back finally hit his king size mattress.
…
She's an absolute dream as she lays beneath him. Her legs perfectly spread- all inviting as he crawls between them to perfectly nestle his hips there. He's hard as granite and his dick pokes at her sex that's slick from the orgasm he had (surprisingly) given her. You would think after that she would be spent but she's proved him wrong. She aches for more of him. Her body wants to be full of him while he cages her in. Feel his hips knock into her at a painfully fast pace that leaves her catching her breath.
It's like he reads her mind at lightning speed and his forearms rest on either side of her. His hands cradle her face and his lips find solace against her golden skin. He peppered her neck in kisses, a few nips at her skin with his tongue to follow and ease the burn.
Her hands pull at his face to bring him eye to eye with her. She's usually game for a slow burn but after the escapades they just had in the shower- Olivia is over the foreplay.
"I want you inside me," she breathes against his lips. Her teeth gently tug on his bottom lip and suckled. A moan escaped from him and she smiled faintly against his mouth. If she keeps saying things like that he's afraid he won't be lasting long this round.
He reached to grab ahold of himself and ran his dick along her wetness. Her thighs open more fully and her feet push against his ass to spur him on. Fully connect them both after waiting for what feels like ages. Her hips lift in anticipation, her heavy breath fills the room, her hands claw at his back when she feels the sweet intrusion of him. He entered her slowly, fully sinking into her and holy shit. She is slick and warm and the perfect fit, and Jesus Christ he wonders how often she's been ready for him just like this.
"You feel- fuck," he groans into her ear and sloppily kisses her mouth as he pulls out and sinks back into her more swiftly this time. She cries at the quick change in pace when his hips drive into her more fiercely- it's exactly what she wanted. Exactly what they both have needed.
He's on his knees now and his hands fly to her hips, gripping tightly enough she thinks he will bruise her. Nothing in her right mind seems to give a damn though because she's got him right where she craved him. He hooks a hand under her thigh and opens her up even more to him, lifting her knee to fall over his shoulder.
"El," she gasps when he finds himself buried even deeper into her. Closing in on that last millimeter of space and hitting her g spot perfectly. She's already so close and he can feel the way her heat tightens around him with each thrust.
She feels the same as a few weeks ago when she came around his fingers. Except this time he gets to watch his dick sink into her and struggle to pull out each time. She's velvety and soft and hanging on by a thread watching him look between them. Her eyelids are heavy and her teeth dig into her bottom lip. It's when she feels his thumb circle gently over her clit that sends her over the edge finally.
He watches her face as her eyebrows knit together and her mouth drops open to release the moan that had become mangled in the back of her throat. He covered her leg softly in kisses that was still over his shoulder and watched as she came down with him still inside of her.
Elliot lowered her leg back down to get closer to her face again and kiss her swollen lips. "Sex looks good on you," he murmured. A smile grows on her lips as she catches her breath. He has made her come…twice- all in a span of thirty minutes and she doesn't think that's happened ever. At least not in the last five years. She doesn't think she will give his ego a stroke with that information yet.
His hips pick back up and rock into her slowly, sinking himself deeply into her finding his own release. She's perfectly slick in her own arousal and he's close to following up right behind her. Her legs wrap around his waist, encouraging him to take what he needs from her. She wants to be full of him, feel exactly what she does to him.
"Where do you want me?" He breathes out as his hips knock against hers. He's hard as a fucking rock and the last bit of resolve he has left is lingering. As much as he wants to come right inside her- he decides to be a gentleman and ask.
"Inside me," she kissed the side of face when he nuzzled himself against her neck. His warm breath skates across her skin, his body is all encompassing as he covers her from head to toe.
"Fuck," he cursed into her ear and he releases inside of her. Warmth embodies her as he fills her, his hips slow as he softens inside her.
Mine
He wants to demand. She is his. No one else will ever get the chance to hurt her ever again. And he will die on this hill if he is ever the one to do so.
He pulls back to take a look at her. Her forehead glistens with sweat and her hair is damp against his pillow. They are both exactly where they have craved to be for weeks- and dare he say since day one. She's beautiful and he wants to take the time later tonight to appreciate that. He wants to kiss every inch of her skin, hold the weight of both breasts in his hands while she straddles him, then fuck her softly to makeup for the way he plans to fuck her after dessert against his kitchen island.
"We should really shower this time," her nose bumps against his slightly when she speaks. "And then do that again," she quips and he knows exactly then that he is in trouble when those words simply leaving her lips makes his dick stir all over again.
Alexa, play "About Damn Time," by Lizzo.
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