We have just made love. My heart is still racing, my forehead still coated with a thin sheen of sweat. It was tender and sweet, not different than other times before. Although, this time was not rushed by any means. It was everything that I always thought making love to her would feel like, everything I ever thought that it would amount to and so much more.

Afterwards, we held each other. Something that used to be very ancient to me. My past love interests were more of a come over for sex and leave by morning type of rendezvous. There was no holding afterwards, surely no cuddling. This sounds a bit strange I know but I guess I never really was the type of girl to want to pursue that notion of holding someone afterwards either. But, somehow with her, there is never a time when I want to let her go. Even on our rushed sexual encounters, we hold each other afterwards and whisper the promises of tomorrow. What once was foreign to me, is now so familiar as I lay in the arms of the woman that I love.

Things have not always been so easy. It took us a long time to get to this moment. It took a lot of work on both of our parts to get here. My past still haunts me, and she knows it. My past is hers as well though. It is one of hurt and anguish and one that I hope someday we can put behind us for good. My scars are still fresh, they still riddle my body and yet she does not flinch when she sees them. Instead, she kisses each one tenderly and tells me how beautiful I am. She has her own share of scars as well. One on her shoulder where a bullet pierced her pail skin so many years ago. I speak of the years behind us, but everything still feels like it all happened yesterday.

I remember the night she was shot. I dropped to my knees and I was screaming for her to hold on. I remember the doctor coming out and telling me she was gone and the way my tears stung my cheeks. I remember being called out to a deserted road and gasping as the back door of the SUV opened. I will never in my life forget that feeling of finding out that she was alive. I will also never be able to get past having to attend her fake funeral. My heart sunk that day. Then it was the couple of years of having to live without her due to her being moved to witness protection, not once, but twice. I ached for her for years. I could not move on; I couldn't let go of what we had. I could not fathom a life without her. So many feelings and the worst of them being, the feeling of not knowing whether we would ever be together again. What I did not know at that time was that all was not lost. After all those years of being apart, our love won out and she came back to me..to us.

We have come a long way. We had only been together for a few weeks when she was taken from me, but our chemistry had been floating at the surface since the first day I laid eyes on her. She literally took my breath away, and to this day, she has yet to return it. It has been the best and the happiest time of my life, having her by my side. We are officially 8 years strong, with a lifetime to go.

Of course, we still have our differences, and on occasion, our fears still creep up, but we talk to each other about those now. It is a daily occurrence for us, and we listen to what each other has to say. The "L" word was not a totally new concept for me but after years of being with the beautiful blonde, my brain is finally etched with what the word LOVE really means.

I am the strong one, or rather I always thought myself to be. However, when she came into my life, and muddied every bit of resolve I once had, I quickly figured out that she was the one holding the reigns. Maybe it is the Prosecutor in her that never could let go, or maybe it was that part of me that secretly loved letting her have all the control, especially when it comes to the bedroom. When it comes to her, I have no objections. Especially when it comes to the way that she loves me.

As I mentioned before, the concept of love and caring for someone else is not new to me. I have always been a very loving and caring person, so the fact that I would go to the ends of the earth and hurl myself off it to protect this woman that is lying next to me is not lost on me, or on her for that matter.

After so many years together, we have settled into what we consider "our normal", which really just consists of what we feel like doing on a day-to-day basis. However, one of her favorite things to do, especially after work is to engage in what she calls our "heart to hearts". Which just means spending extra time together talking about our day and the things that really irritated the shit out of us. On occasion we will speak about any flashbacks or reservations we may be having about a current case or life for that matter. I never used to like to talk shop when I left the precinct but since we started doing little things such as this, my tension and stress levels are evening out. I am getting better at disclosing even the most miniscule of things that may be bothering me and so is she.

Our talks used to be crying sessions. Especially at first when she came back to me. Nowadays though they do not end in us sobbing as much anymore. But occasionally, I must admit, the cases can be a little too much and I am the first to lose my resolve. As I said, I do not cry as much anymore, but occasionally there are tears that creep up for me, and for her. I was never much of a crier in the first place, but somehow when she shattered my walls, the dam broke right along with them. Some days I am strong and some days I am weak, but she does not care…either way she will hold me if I need her too and vice versa.

There are days when I am hard to settle and all she has to do to calm me is to lay her soft lips on mine. I am convinced those lips are magic because instantly in the moment I feel all my fears and anxieties melt away. There are nights like tonight when we make love, and it is as if the whole world disappears and it is just her and me. It is nights like these where I am also convinced that she herself hung the moon and the stars.

We are often quite the disaster…but a beautiful one at that. She cannot hold on when I am bringing her to the brink, and I pride myself that I can hold on as long as she needs me to. Who would have thought that the Ice Queen of a Prosecutor would be the one to fall first? She barely loses out though, because I feel that I am becoming more sensitive to her touch. I am in some trouble because to me this only means it is a matter of time before the blonde can render me helpless with just the sweet sound of her voice or that look in her eyes that I know is meant for only me. After 8 wonderful years together, we can still make each other come undone in the most amazing of ways. It is always gentle, often a game to see who can get who's clothes off the quickest. However, it is always gentle. Even on those occasions when our orgasms rip through our bodies in record speed. We both agree although those times are nice and intense and so so satisfying, the times where we take our time with each other is the best.

I have found that she is very impatient. It is something that I learned the very first time we shared a bed with each other. Do not get me wrong, I have no complaints, and I do not mind it not at all but there are times where I just would like to explore the entirety of her body with my lips and she completely dissolves before I even get the chance. She says it is a curse. I find it to be one of the beautiful blondes many enduring talents. She is the completely put together, confident, Assistant District Attorney by day and the begging, wriggling, pleading girlfriend of mine by night.

I love her. It is that plain and simple.

I have spent the last hour watching her as she soundly sleeps. She was exhausted, not just from our earlier activities but from the piles of work that she has had to catch up on. Her new caseload is heavy, as is mine for that matter. The work that we do brings about lots of heartache, but there is that occasion of pure and utter joy when we both know that justice has prevailed. When she came back from Witness Protection, she did not want to take any time off. She said if perps were out there committing crimes, there was no time for her to sit on her ass. This was a decision of hers that took no convincing at all to make. We talked about it obviously at first, but the fire was still burning so bright within her eyes, there is not way that I would have even tried to persuade her to do anything different. She is a woman of conviction. Another one of the many qualities that I love about her.

She is currently turned away from me, her back pressed firmly against my front. We are still naked. In fact, it is rare that we sleep in clothes anymore. Even when we go to bed to do nothing but hold each other and sleep, we still sleep bare and allow the heat of each other's body to keep us warm. It is crazy, the way that our bodies have become perfectly in tuned with each other's since that very first touch. I still cannot get my mind off the volts of electricity that surged through me when her hand first came in contact with my cheek. I cannot help but smile at the thought. It is just all very strange really. It is almost as if we were in fact part of a puzzle that has been waiting a lifetime to be put together. Corny as it may seem, I still believe those same things.

I chance another glance her way, I know she needs her sleep, as do I. We are both on an emotional roller coaster of our own in this journey we all call life. There are things that we wish to pursue, things we wish to accomplish and things we wish to solidify but time right now just is not our friend. We are so busy, separately lately, that coming together even in times like this are becoming less and less. If it is not me that is working the wee hours of the night at the precinct, it is her that is in her office working on her opening statements and her closing arguments until early in the morning. It is tough and it is achingly painful at times, but we know that we are going to be okay. We are not in this alone anymore, we have each other, and we know that we are in this for the long run.

I am rambling in my head as I stare down at her. The cream-colored down comforter is draped just below her waist, displaying the most perfectly toned torso and pert breasts that I have ever seen. I have an arm placed just above her head so that I can run my fingers lightly through long blonde hair. My other arm is just above the edge of the comforter on her silky bare skin. My fingers are flat against where her navel sits, and I can feel her breath slightly moving my hand up and down.

I really want to kiss her. I am convinced now that I could spend the rest of my life doing so, however, our new schedules will refuse to allow it. Right here in this moment though, that is all that I can think about doing. I know that soon the alarms will sound, and the tasks of the day will rear their heads to us, but I just can't seem to talk myself out of it. I am already pressed as close to her as I can get, but I still do not feel as if I am close enough. I can never be close enough.

I must be sneaky when I make my move, because the first kiss could wake her. I do not want to disturb the peaceful slumber that she has drifted off into just yet. I lean down, holding my breath for just a second. I want my lips to meet her skin now. A slight graze, and my lips immediately melt against her soft bare shoulder. Then another soft kiss, this time a little further to the left. Her breathing is not changing. I may actually get away with this.

Another kiss a little higher up, then another…my kisses remain gentle against her as I start to paint the soft pale skin in front of me. I am close to her neck now as I adjust my body just enough to reach more of her. She stirs just a tiny bit when I remove my arm from around her waist. I halt my movement just a moment to make sure that she has not woken up yet. I quick count to 10 and look down again to see that her eyes are still closed. I smile. Maybe one that is a little too devious but hey, it is still a smile.

I take a deep breath and inhale the scent that is coming off her skin. It is my favorite perfume, MK Jasmine, to be exact. I let the smell permeate my senses for mere seconds longer before I remember the task that I wish to complete.

I want to get back to work now, I need this. I want this. Not just for me but for her as well. I use my now free hand to carefully remove her hair from her neck so that I have more skin to work with. I lightly graze my fingers across her neck causing the tiniest of moans to release from her mouth. I will not lie…her subtle sexy noises could dissolve me in no time at all. But for now, I am strong and just concentrating on the ample amount of skin that is on display in front of me.

Another kiss, this time on her pulse point. She inhales deeply allowing for her shoulder to rise a tiny bit. I think I have been found out. I created a tickle on her skin. I see can goose bumps as they start to rise. This only causes me to smile again.

I am dissolving myself with each touch of her skin. I must forget about the heat that is already starting to build intensely between my legs if I want to continue on with my exploration of her body. I rub my thighs together just enough to create a friction. This thankfully allows me some more time to continue with her.

I open my mouth just slightly and let my tongue make an appearance. I lick a line up her neck and then leave open mouth kisses on the trail my tongue has just left. I love the taste of her skin. Coconut body wash and the smell of my MK on her makes it that much better. I take a deep inhale near her hairline now…it smells so sweet. It is that new Enchanted Midnight Shampoo that she wanted but she refused to spend the $45 on it. Well, I did, and she was so happy. That smile on her face was worth every penny.

Everything about her is invading my senses now and is making it so hard for me to concentrate. I know that if I just slip my hand in between my legs to relieve the pressure even just the slightest that I know I will be able to make it through this, but I will not…this is about loving her and only her.

I take a deep breath and suppress the moan that I have been holding in. I could seriously just take her right now, but I will not. Come on girl, show your strength, an inward pep talks to myself will sometimes do the trick. I think I can continue on now.

A soft kiss just under her earlobe and then I place my mouth around it to lightly suck. She moans again and then gasps out my name. The most beautiful sound I think I have ever heard. I remove my mouth and then look at her. Gorgeous eyes are still closed but she has changed the position of her body to where her back is now flat on the bed.

I look up, her lips are pursed, and I can see that her breathing is speeding. I know at this moment that if I were too slowly slipping my fingers down to her folds I would be met with a copious amount of her warm sticky surprise. I say her name, barely a whisper, but enough for her to hear me. I ask her to please open her eyes as I change my position as well. I move my body to hover over hers. My hair is falling on the sides of my cheeks. It is so much longer than it used to be, and it is causing a tickle on her skin. Wide blue eyes are open now. They are just a darker shade, a shade that could only be described as love. I see her smile, and I smile back before I lower my body down on top of her. My lips are next to hers now hovering barely an inch above, waiting for what I know is coming. She lifts her body up and contact is made. A soft, loving, tango of lips and tongue.

"Alex..." I break away, her name almost breathlessly tumbling from my lips before her mouth is connected to mine again.

She brings her arms around to sit against my lower back, she is tickling the skin there. I must reach my hand back to grasp one of hers and bring it to the front because if I don't, I will lose it. She knows all too well that there is a special spot on my lower back. That spot that when touched by her can drive me completely insane. She enjoys using that to her advantage at times.

I shake my head to try to get myself to focus again. I have a feeling that my early pep talks to myself will not come into play anymore. I take our clasped hands and tangle our fingers together, firmly but not too tightly. I want to start on my exploration again, but I know with her awake now it is going to be a bit more of a challenge. If I don't get a grip on the situation now, she will have us flipped and I will be screaming her name in a moments time.

I ask her nicely to please take her hands and place them under her head. She gives me that look. You know, the one where she raises just one of her eyebrows and you don't know whether to match the gaze or run away. This one though is only a bit questioning but completely of trust. I explain to her that I am in no way trying to tease her. I just want my chance to taste every inch of her skin. She brings her hips up against mine to let me feel that she is already soaked and right then, all I want to do is to just give in and make her come undone. But I will not. I want to love her…all of her right now.

I lean down again, another firm but gentle kiss to her lips once she has done what I have asked. I thank her for trusting me enough to let me do this to her, and then whisper an I Love You against her now slightly open lips. She smiles and it is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

I start to move my kisses up to graze her nose, the bridge and then her forehead. I come back down, running my lips across each cheek and then a soft graze upon her lips once more. It is me that smiles this time. I look up to catch her eyes and her head is lulled back slightly and eyes that were open are now once again closed. She is heaven on earth, but not just in this moment.

I lean down and peck her lips once and ask her to please look at me. I want her to watch as I love her. She adjusts the pillows enough under her head to be able to prop up so that she can see me better. I feel her as she begins to open her legs. My body slowly starts to fall into the space that has now been created for me. I lick my lips, to keep them moist, and then I continue. I run kisses and then my tongue lightly down the front of her neck, then softly repeat my motions on each side. She gasps again and her body is making little movements beneath me. I am having a really hard time trying to keep my own arousal at bay, but I will, because again this is all for her.

I lock eyes with her, and another smile starts to take over my lips. I tell her again how much I love her, and I start to place kisses and tiny licks along her collar bone. I know it is hard for her to stay still and to keep her hands stationary, but I tell her how much I appreciate her letting me love her this way. I also thank her again for all of the trust that she has in me.

My kisses continue near each of her armpits and then halfway down each of her sides. I kiss the open mouth trail back up again, starting on her right side and curve in so that I can lick down the defined space between her breasts. I hear her gasp my name as my lips graze a very erect nipple, and I am pretty sure that her name just escaped from my mouth as well.

I shake my head to bring my arousal back down and continue on with my ministrations. I have slowly made my way up to her lips again. As I lower myself down to take her mouth full on into mine, she quickly surges upwards and I feel our cores press together. My lips pull away from hers and my head jolts up as I moan out. I look up down at her and she has that smile on her face again. She knows exactly what she is doing to me, but in return I know exactly what I am doing to her.

She tries to move one of her hands. She is telling me that she needs to touch me. That she wants to feel the reaction that all of this is giving me. Believe me, I want to let her but if I let her snake her soft hands between us, I will be a goner. I just cannot have that happen right now. I want to do this for her. I want to explore every inch of her perfect body with my lips. I want her to feel how much I love her, and I want it to linger on her body for days. I am not always good with words, but in this moment with her, my message is being received.

I continue…trying so hard to not pay attention to the pool of wetness that is very evident between my legs. I could say this over and over that this is for her, when although I know it is for us. It has been us for a while now…the most beautiful and amazing while in my whole life.

I look down, she has wriggled up just slightly and her right breast is now directly in front of me. I lean down so that I can kiss every inch of the perfectly round mound. Her nipple is hard and standing at full attention. I cannot help it. I take it into my warm mouth and suckle it ever so lightly before letting it go and placing a soft kiss on the top of it. I repeat my motions, this time with the left side. She is writhing beneath me. I tell her I have got her and that I will never let her go. I thank her again for trusting me to take care of her in such an intimate way. Another soft kiss in between the valley of her breasts and I move my body downward.

I can tell she is becoming so impatient by the movements of her body. I tell her that I can smell her and that it is the sweetest most exotic scent that has ever filled my senses. It is intoxicating and all I want to do is bury my tongue within her opening. I want her to cum for me over and over and lap up every bit of wetness that she creates just for me. But I will wait to get to that part of her. I decide instead that I want to bring her so far to the edge that she begs for me.

And besides, I am not done exploring the rest of her yet.

I start to lick and lightly kiss along the underside of her breasts. God, I love the taste of her skin. The smell and the taste of her just draws me in that much more. I am so strong, but so weak when it comes to her.

Continuing downward, I can keep eye contact with her now. I am getting close to where I know she need me, and I am trying hard to not tease her. I must stop for a second and rub my legs together once more. I can feel the wetness starting to smear between my inner thighs. I reassure her again that I am not teasing her, that I just want to taste every inch of her.

Open mouth kisses continue, down her right-side curving towards her stomach. Now to her left side and back in. I have reached her navel now. I dip my tongue inside lightly and swirl it around before kissing it gently. I am going further down now. Her scent is even more defined now and I feel as if I am going to cum before I get a chance to finish my amazing journey. I moan out her name again and then gasp when her hips come up and bump into me.

She thinks that she is so funny, I can tell by the look on her face. I smile too because she knows by the look on my face that I am close to letting go, and I know by the look on hers that if I don't go down on her quick, the remnants of her love for me will be lapped up by the sheets and not my tongue. I silently laugh, because God she is so impatient and that is probably one of the most adorable things about her.

My kisses start to become a little firmer now, but still so gentle against her skin. I am watching every slight opening of her mouth, every rise and fall of her chest. I am watching as her hands are slowly starting to creep out from under her head and they are moving to the side to grasp our new sheets. I give her a playful glare because she better not rip them…they were spendy. She just stares back with her darkened eyes and grips them tighter. When I lay my chin upon the space under her navel, her hips come up again and I realize that if I want to make it through this in a less messy state I better keep moving.

A soft gentle kiss on the top of her mound. She smells amazing. I am rethinking the whole not sticking my tongue inside of her now thing because honestly all I want is the taste of her on my lips, and inside of my mouth. However, I am going to be strong…I set out to love every inch of her body and that is exactly what I am going to keep doing.

I keep my eyes on her, I am right there, I kiss her folds and I swear I almost came, with the way she just said my name. In fact, I am pretty sure I am dripping now. Another shake of my head to return the focus to her. Slowly I trail open mouth kisses down her inner thigh, her calf and then back up again. I repeat my movements, this time making sure that my lips bump ever so slightly into her sensitive nerve. I kiss her softly there again, this time getting a bit of her wonderful juices on my lips.

I think momentarily about slipping my hand down between my legs to rub tight circles around my own nerve as I continue to kiss her. I am aching so badly now. But I know I will be done for afterwards, that is just not an option for me right now. Especially when I have other plans as soon as I have finished this around her body trip.

Her hands are tightening on the sheets and there is a puddle between her legs. I know she needs to come right now just by the way she is moving under me, but she have yet to tell me to stop, so I continue on. I'm now paying attention to the right side of her inner thigh, then her right calf and back up again.

I love you; I say it twice, louder than a whisper but soft and gentle before kissing down the entirety of the rest of the skin on both of her legs. I think of kissing my way back up the entirety of her body and meeting at her soft lips, but I cannot wait that long, I need to feel her against me. I move my body to the side of her now, making sure that my fingers trickle lightly up her skin. I make sure that I graze her skin as featherlight as I can with my fingernails. Normally I would have no reservations with leaving a couple of marks on her, especially where Judges Donnelly or Petrovsky could see, but I'll spare her the embarrassment this time. The tease that ensued the last time was almost too much for her to bare. Although I rather enjoyed her telling me about it. I shake my head back to reality as look up. My God she is gorgeous.

She is writhing again, but more than before. I know exactly what she wants, because it is the same thing that I need right now. I stop everything that I am doing and ask her to please turn to face me. She does as I ask, and I have the biggest smile on my face. I am not always good with my words but there are some things that I really want to say to her right now. But for a moment I falter and say nothing.

I move my arms to wrap around her neck and she slowly moves to settle on top of me. I can feel her lower half pressed against mine and I moan her name softly. I tangle my fingers in her silky blonde hair and bring her lips down to meet mine. Our kiss is hungry but gentle, full of want but soft…full of need but with so much love. I pull away first, she takes my breath away. The smile on her face is her silent victory. She can simply dissolve me with a kiss, and she knows it. Another kiss just as amazing as the first, then another, each time I am the one needing air. She goes back in for another, but I shake my head. She looks at me a little confused but it's okay, I think I now have the courage to say the things that I need to say.

I tell her how much I love her, and how happy she makes me. I tell her how she makes me want to be a better person. I tell her how life before her meant nothing compared to what life means to me now. I explain to her how she helps me cope with a less than perfect past and how I wish to be the person that protects her and makes her feel safe. I tell her how she has shown me what real love feels like and how amazing it is to wake up to her every morning and go to bed with her every night. I tell her how my heart skips beats when she enters the room and how I long to have her close to me again when she is not nearby.

Tears are shed. It takes me a moment to realize that they are my own. But I am not a crier. Except when it comes to her.

She takes her hands and puts them on my cheeks. She is leaning down now. Her lips are right above mine, but she stops. I know she is about to say something. She has that look on her face.

"I love you too Liv. Now will you make love to me again please?"

When the words have all been said and exhaustion has begun to take over, we hold on for dear life and solidify in each other just what it means to be together.