AN1: Someone let me know chapter 10 "Shock" was awfully written. I retranslate it and now its understandable. I have no idea why it was that way. It is kind of an important chapter so, if you want to, go ahead and re read it. And please let me know if you find out any other chapter that can not be understand due to bad format or really bad English.

AN:2: Thanks for reading. As I said, this is an EO chapter all the way. This one can't be rated M... I think. But next one, if you don't like M stuff, just skip it.

D: Law Order SVU and its characters are not mine.

CHAPTER 38. FOR YOU P1

I feel the soft touch of his skin before he sinks his lips against mine. I hold my breath and try to think clearly ... which is impossible. He slowly captures my upper lip and I feel how one of his hands takes my face. I slightly move my lips trying to reciprocate. The dance between our lips begins. My lungs burn with the need to take some air, but I do not want to separate from his lips. A flow of heat rises through my back. I can hear how his breathing has become heavy. Or is it mine?

The movement of his lips transmits a feeling of conflict and despair, but before I allow myself to continue investigating the pile of feelings, he separates abruptly. I unconsciously inhale air and feel my lungs swell in pain. A thousand doubts must be hanging around his mind, just as in mine, but the only thing that matters to me is this feeling that has gone out of control from the bottom of my body.

I follow his crying eyes to my neck. He gently lifts one of his hands and brings it closer until I feel his warm against my skin.

—It is not the first time that I feel so scared of... losing you.— he says caressing the small scar that is under his fingers right there on the skin of my neck. My hand flies to his and my vision becomes blurred with tears. Remembering that day when Gitano hurt me, that day when his life was also at risk ... more than mine.

—I also was about to lose you that day.— I tell him holding his hand tightly. Fear invades me just by imagining my life without him. He lowers his arms and I can feel him tense until his jaw clenches. His eyes flood with tears again fixed on mine.

—Elliot ... I'm fine. I'm here.— my voice sounds fearful, as if I rather tried to believe my words myself. He was fine and in front of me, and although it is difficult I try not to cry because my intention is to calm him down; to make him feel safe and that the guilt disappears.

Silence takes over the room for a few minutes, neither of us say a word. We have really always expressed ourselves in a different way. Our eyes have their own language.

I can see the fear and pain his are expressing. A guilt and pain I know pretty well. We have both experience the same fear back when Gitano entered our lives. I still can picture that gun against his forehead and mine in my hand. I still can deal the fear possessing my whole body. My blood running ice cold in my veins. Terror. I know it pretty well.

—Liv.— He whispers as he reads my eyes. He moves closer and looks for my acceptance. A simple nod is enough for him to take me back into his arms. It feels good. It feels safe. I lift my face in search of his lips and they were already waiting for me. I feel his tender lips against mine once again. I feel as his tongue outlines my upper lip. Achieving my mouth to open for his. I feel him hesitating so I open my eyes to find those blue ones looking d for some kind of answer. And I am sure mine tell him everything he wanted to know because the hesitation disappears.

My hands fly to the nape of his neck and his cling to my back as if preventing me from escaping. I put our mouths together again and mold my lips with his, opening the way to our tongues. I detect a unique flavor ... salty and delicious. Something I can easily become addicted to. It is better than I imagine. Our mouths present each other. It is not in a frantic or hasty way but rather, it is cautious and exploratory. A reflection of our whole relationship.

So, slowly, as it was happening, his hands go up my back until he reaches my head. He caresses me delicately, entangling his fingers in my hair. Another rush of heat goes up my spine. I entwine my fingers behind his neck and I feel his strong body like I have never felt it before; totally against to mine.

Instinctively I move backwards taking him with me, until I lie down on the sofa. I separate my legs so that he molds himself into me. At this point my body is acting by itself, by the impulse to continue, by the heat that invades me, by the happiness that fills me. But again he makes me stop by separating from the kiss. Maybe I am taking this too far.

—Liv... wait.— He says to me with a heavy breathing.

—Why?— I ask immediately not wanting to overthink this. I only know that I don't want to wait. A crooked smile appears on his face. I can notice that he is tense again, although he tries to hide it. I can't understand why he's resisting. —What is it?— I ask sitting down again. The doubt runs through my mind and he doesn't answer me. He just gets up and takes my hand making me follow him. He slowly guides me as he turns off the lights as we pass. I understand where he is heading. Good, but this walk is not helping with the not overthinking plan. As soon as we enter the room I feel an adrenaline rush through my body. He moves around in order to close the door. He puts himself behind me and my senses sharpen. I can smell his lotion, I can feel his hand slide slowly down my arm and the cold sneak down my dress. I can hear his breathing getting closer to me.

—Let me show you what I cannot describe with words.— He approaches my ear bringing our bodies together once again. —Let me make love to you.— I shudder, but it's not because of the cold.

—I trust you.— I answer in a whisper, separating myself from him and turning around in search of his gaze. The dim light my table lamp gives the room is enough for me to find his blue eyes. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me again. Deeply. I feel the strength on his lips and the despair on mine. Whether this is right or wrong is something that has ceased to matter to me.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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