Hi friends! I'm back and its's with my first Edson story... the idea for this one kind of came out of nowhere and hit me like a freight train. I was on a road trip up to visit my best friend and it just filled my brain in the best ways. This story was mainly inspired by Imagine by Ariana Grande and Dress by Taylor Swift.
While writing this story, I realized that it's difficult for me to write with original characters or characters I don't know. Being that Edgar had only been in one episode, it's quite difficult to get into his brain and be his voice. I hope I did him justice.
Part One: Beautiful Fucking Fighter
The elevator dinged open and Olivia glanced up, giving Edgar a small smile before they stepped out into the light soaked hallway of her apartment building. The bright panels that lined the hallway cast a soft white glow through out the whole space, the type of lighting that had all the teenage residents standing in the hallways to take their selfies.
His fingertips tickled her palm as she lead him to her apartment, his large hand loosely holding onto hers. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, even if it was just the back of her head. Sexual tension crackled between them since the moment she walked into the restaurant. In that v neck wrap dress, the hem falling a few inches above her knees allowing her long toned legs to be devoured by his eyes. The gap between her open black leather jacket providing the slightest peek of her supple cleavage showcased by the plunging neckline. His hands itched to touch her all night; as he sat across from her at dinner to when his tall frame was pressed against her in the cramped theater. Feeling her body heat warming him through their clothes consumed his mind, making it impossible for him to comprehend what was happening on stage.
On the cab ride home, with the lights of the city whizzing by them, he placed his hand on her thigh. The hand he had to clench at his side multiple times that night to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. His palm was oversized and warmed her leg through the thin material of dress. She could've sworn her heart stopped in that moment then came roaring back as his fingertips brushed along the tender skin there. When she reached out and placed her hand over his, it took everything in her not to move her enormous mitt of a hand between her legs.
When Olivia reached her apartment door, she dropped his hand and he felt the loss immediately. The energy came off of him in waves and it was proving very difficult for her not to get caught in his undertow. She wanted to turn and look at him, seeing his gorgeous face in this brilliant lighting. But she knew that once she saw his brilliant smile and his light eyes shining at her, she probably wouldn't even be able to make it into the apartment. His presence loomed behind her in the best way as she fumbled with her key in the lock.
Standing a couple inches behind her, he watched as she looked down at the keys in her hands. Her chestnut hair was pulled up into a loose twist, inviting his keen eyes to feast on her slender neck and they way it lead down into her enticing collarbone. His fingertips twitched at his side as he watched the loose pieces of hair tickling the freckled skin of her shoulder.
Taking a step forward, he reached his hand down and swept the strand of hair away. A chill ran through her body at the feeling of his fingertip brushing against the delicate skin of her neck, causing the ache between her legs to mount with every beat of her heart. By some kind of miracle, she managed to gain some sort of control over her hands to unlock and open her door.
"Nice place you got here, Captain." He mused as they moved into the apartment. His voice was like expensive chocolate melting on your tongue, rich and silky.
A bright smile stretched across her face as she looked up at him through her thick, dark lashes. "It's home." She mused affectionately. The concept of home had been elusive and somewhat of a sore spot for most of her life. It wasn't until the past few years, with Noah's adoption and the unconventional family unit her squad had become, that she finally got the home she had yearned for her entire life.
"Make yourself at home." She offered as she began to shrug off her leather jacket only for him to step forward to assist her. The feeling of his knuckles brushing along the length of her soft arms sending every nerve in her body on high alert. As handsome as Edgar looked in his perfectly tailored royal blue suit, she hoped he would follow her lead and remove his jacket. She was dying to see how he filled out that bright white dress shirt underneath, the top button or two open to reveal a glimpse of muscular chest.
As if he read her mind, he slipped his suit jacket and hung it on the coat rack near hers. She was right, he wore the hell out of that white shirt. The material was working extra hard around his wide chest, broad shoulders and bulging biceps tapering down his waist and neatly tucked into his suit pants. Men her age, especially in her field, rarely dressed this sharp and she couldn't help but be enamored by it.
It was when she started thinking about how she wanted to unbuckle that brown belt that matched his shoes perfectly that she had to turn and head further into her apartment to hide her flushed face. "Can I get you a drink? Water? Merlot? I think I may even have some old bourbon stashed somewhere around here..."
The feeling of his hand catching hers made the sentence die on her lips. "Olivia...", she would never get used to hearing him say her name. That rich timber sending shockwaves through her.
As she turned, he took a tentative step towards her and she lifted her head to gaze up at his gorgeous face. Being a woman that stands at 5'8", it was rare to feel this dwarfed by a man and it was wreaking havoc on her butterflies in her stomach.
Bringing his hand up to the side of her neck, his thumb traced the apple of her cheek as his honey eyes searched her face. Behind his larger than life size, his eyes are the first thing anyone noticed about Edgar Goodwin. They were this shade of amber that seemed to catch the light at every angle and always shone with unwavering kindness. However, right now they were ablaze with his burning desire for her and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his body so close.
Leaning forward, he closed the gap between them and did what he had been thinking about doing all evening. She could've sworn that if it wasn't for his strong arm tight around her waist, her knees would have buckled under her. His lips were soft and plump and pressed against her with just the right amount of pressure. She gripped his open collar, practically folding into him as she surrendered to his kiss.
Catching her bottom lip between his, he scraped the sensitive tissue with his teeth before soothing it with his slick tongue. She gasped into his mouth but before anything could progress between them, he hesitantly pulled away from her. His thumb replaced his lips against her puckered ones, watching her eyes flutter open through heavy-lidded eyes.
"I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you that night at the Garlands." He admitted, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. His golden eyes looking up from her swollen lips to her lust dazed eyes.
The tips of her fingers teased the chords of his neck just under his open collar while the other hand slipped beneath the back of it. "Was it worth the wait?"
A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of her nails scraping along the back of his neck as they dipped beneath his shirt. "You tell me", he bit his lip subtlety as he regarded her, his eyes holding a playful glimmer.
Rising up to her tip toes, she captured his mouth in a searing kiss as he walked her backwards until she was against the wall. Edgar had always been very conscious of his large size and how he could easily be intimidating so he didn't want to completely smother her. But the feeling of her arms tight around his waist, holding him to her as her hips pushed off the wall and pressed enticingly against his, had him throwing that to the wind.
With one hand holding the side of her neck, he slanted his mouth over hers and let his hot tongue tangle with hers. Her hips lifted and pressed deliciously against his while her shoulder blades kept her anchored to the wall.
Tearing his lips away from hers, he pressed his face against hers and hissed through his teeth at the contact between their lower bodies. "Haven't stopped wondering what these lips would feel like", he muttered as he brushed his nose against hers, his voice smooth and low. Her teeth dug into the tender flesh of her bottom lip as she looked at him, their proximity causing her eyes to practically cross.
The blood pumping through his veins was headed south with every beat, his head spinning. Her sweet breath puffed against his face and it wasn't long before his mouth seized her again.
Desire rose in her chest as she felt his huge hands ghosting down her sides. His fingertips tickled the hem of her dress before slipping behind the crook of her knee.
It had been so long time since someone had made her feel like this, since the last time she was with Tucker. Three years. The longest she had ever gone with out a relationship or even sex. Casual sex was always very easy for Olivia to come by but since Noah had come along, she had been weary to bring random guys into their home.
Tonight felt like some sort of reset for her. Edgar was so different than the men she had dated in the past. He was bright, not just from an intellectual standpoint but in the energy that radiated from him, a far cry from the brooding cops she was usually drawn to. It set a wave of calm through her entire body while simultaneously igniting every last nerve ending. She needed it, him. And the pull that she had felt between them all night was the result.
The momentum of his oversized hand hitching her leg up around his hip caused her to practically lift off the ground, her other leg standing on the highest tips of her toes. The way he was able to handle her made her breathless. She was a tall, broad woman and she usually dated men that were around her size. So to be with someone who had a whole foot and a hundred pounds on her was refreshing. He could toss her around with ease and this new level of physical dominance made her need for control melt away.
Goosebumps spread over her olive skin at the feeling of his rough hand sliding up her thigh, under the skirt of her dress. His enthusiastic lips ceased suddenly as his hand came in contact with cold metal against her thigh. "Uh...", his breath was hot against her face as he looked down between them, his silver curls brushing her forehead.
"Somedays I just feel safer if I carry." A bashful smirk flushed her face as she hiked her skirt all the way up, revealing her service weapon strapped to her thick, toned thigh. He pressed his forehead to the forearm he had planted against the wall above her head as he watched her. A small groan escaped his nose when she reached in between her legs and yanked the strong velcro, it took everything in him not to impale her with the steal rod he was concealing in his gorgeous blue dress pants.
With his hips pressing hers firm against the wall, he brought the hand that was on her thigh to the side of her neck. She reached over to put her gun on the nearby table, the muffled sound of the metal scraping against wood dissipated into the quiet room.
The air left his lungs when she looked back up at him. A flush colored her cheeks and her eyes seemed to twinkle as they beamed up at him. Her gaze had warmed him from the inside out and he was suddenly jealous of people who got to bask in it regularly.
The feeling of her lithe hands gripping his lower back broke the spell her eyes had cast. "Forgive me for being forward, but I can tell the visual of you wearing that holster is going to take up quite some space in my mind." His eyes dropped briefly to the exposed leg that was still wrapped around his hip before returning to her face with a small sigh.
"That does it for you, huh?" She teased, her voice throaty with anticipation. She teased the top button of his shirt, her nimble fingers whispering along the bared skin.
God, he loved when someone could hold good banter and not shrink away. He was a lawyer, he fed off that back and forth. Maybe he had finally met his match.
A smile tugged at his full lips as he leaned forward and brushed his nose against her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat as he felt her nails cut into the muscle of his lower back. "To be honest, I doubt there's anything about you that wouldn't do it for me."
The sheen of sweat spread across her heated skin and she tried her hardest to fight the smile that threatened to shatter her aloof exterior. "You lawyers and your slick tongues." She sucked her teeth.
Her choice of words grated on his composed facade. There were so many things he wanted to say dancing on the tip of his slick tongue. "I think you may soon rethink cursing my slick tongue." His hot breath surrounded her in a sweet cloud and said tongue peaked out to flick against her fleshy lips.
There was barely time for the quivering breath to escape her lips before his mouth was on hers. What happens next came in flashes. His massive hands yanking her up by her thighs so her supple legs could wrap around his muscular body. Her fingers twirling through his silky silver curls as he walked her towards her bedroom. His plump lips biting, kissing, panting against hers.
It was hard for her mind to form thoughts with the way his hands held her with little to no effort. She barely registered that they were in her bedroom when suddenly her stomach lifted into her chest. He sank down to sit on the foot of the bed with her in his lap, quite a decent dip from his high standing height.
A groan bubbled up his throat as Olivia landed soundly in his lap, gravity causing their hips to press together in the most delicious of ways. Their lips never missed a beat and moved together effortlessly despite the fire stoking between their legs. His hands were under her dress, caressing and massaging her soft body.
Urgency buzzed in the tips of his fingers as they tried in vain to reach any higher than her ribs, the hem of her dress bunched up in the crooks of his elbows being the obstruction. "Stand up", he demanded softly into her neck.
The air in the room was thick as she stood up from his lap, her abdominal muscles clenching in anticipation. Heat spread through her body from its core as his eyes followed down the line of her curves. A warm dew followed the path of his golden eyes and she gathered the front of her dress in her hands in an attempt to alleviate humidity between the fabric and her overheated skin.
On their ascent back up her body, his eyes were seduced by the way her slender hands gathered the material just high enough that he caught a sliver of her black lace panties. His parted lips quirked into a grin, his pink tongue peaking out to wet the bottom one as his eyes found their way back to her face.
Holding his gaze with hers, she found the tie that secured her dress and worked it with her nimble fingers. His eyes watched her every movement with wrapt attention, one of his large hands tugged his dress shirt free from his slacks.
The dress whispered to the floor and she looked up at him through her thick lashes. The way his vast body dwarfed her queen size bed made the throbbing between her legs only intensify. His massive hand fell to his lap, in the dim light it was hard to distinguish whether he was trying to hide his obvious erection or if he was unabashedly rubbing himself while his eyes soaked her in.
Secretly, she hoped it was the latter.
Time seemed to stand still as she stood in front of him, his eyes taking their time devouring every inch of her. He was having hard time deciding whether he was more enchanted by her exposed skin or what was hidden beneath her matching black lace set, filling out the material lusciously... and then some. Olivia had never been one to be bashful about her body but that all changed after being held hostage by William Lewis. It wasn't the scars that particularly bothered her but it was having to explain how they got there. The tips of her fingers hovered over the waistband of her panties, brushing over the the few small circular scars that littered her lower abdomen.
With the hand in his lap fiddling with his belt, he extended his other towards her. With tentative steps, she moved between his long bent legs as his outstretched smooth palm encompassed the back of her thigh. The only light in the room was glow of the city from behind the sheer curtain and it wasn't until her body was only inches from him that he noticed the malicious blemishes marking her skin. His strong brow pulled together causing the shadows to shift on his face as he looked up at her, his gentle fingers ghosting over the razed marks.
Bringing her hands to both his cheeks, her fingertips dipped into his gray curls at his temple. "It was a long time ago." She reassured with glassy eyes, pressing her lips together in a forced smile.
There was a storm of emotions blustering in his gilded eyes. The longer the silence stretched between them the more her knees trembled under the anticipation. His hands circled the back of her supple thighs just under the swell of her rounded ass, his late in the day stubbed grazing the skin just under her bra. "I knew you were a fighter." His eyes narrowing with sincerity as they peered up at her.
Lifting his chin from her, he dragged his pillowy lips to the key shaped scar on the side of her rib cage as she slipped her hands under his shirt pushing it over his bulky shoulders. "A beautiful fucking fighter." Each word was punctuated with the cut of his bright teeth on her unmarked skin. His words took her breath away and his hands made her eyes roll skyward.
To Be Continued...
It's very rare that you get a multi-chapter out of me lol. The good thing about this is that reviews really do inspire me to write so tell me what you think and you will probably get the update sooner rather than later.