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It was hardly an hour. If that. Olivia blinked several times and took a deep breath, lifting her head as she tried to remember where she was. Couch. And then she heard Ed's soft snore. It sent a rush of relief through her to know that he was fast asleep. It was still early in the night but she knew she couldn't move. Getting Ed to sleep with such a chaotic mind was difficult.
So Olivia grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. Occasionally she would look down at Ed, studying how his face was not relaxed like when he usually slept. Out of habit she kept running a hand through his short hair. It appeared to keep him asleep and she couldn't help but smile as he burrowed his face against her stomach.
Each channel was something different but the first news channel that flashed across the screen made her blood run cold. She wasn't even sure how she was still holding the remote.
Right there, on the screen, was Ed Tucker in his NYPD uniform photo. Next to it, two other uniformed officers that she knew must be the dirty cops that had been taken down. Without a thought, Olivia un-muted the television and turned the volume down.
"Captain Edward Tucker of the Internal Affairs Bureau is being credited with the investigation into Officers Tommy Creek and Christopher Volk. The NYPD says that Captain Tucker's investigation ended a years-long drug trafficking ring that completely corrupted the Manhattan holding facility.
We have learned that Officer Christopher Volk was killed during today's incident. Captain Edward Tucker was injured in the line of duty. The investigation into the death and injuries is on-going."
Was she crying? Olivia put the remote on the armrest of the couch, reaching up to wipe at her cheeks.
"Didn't think it'd make the news," Ed's gravelly voice made Olivia jump and she immediately moved to turn the television off.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, Ed," she replied breathlessly, again trying to wipe at her tears so he wouldn't see them. Apparently she was too late. Ed sat up with a grunt, gently wiping his thumb under each one of her eyes. "I thought you were asleep," she whispered.
"You're fine," Ed replied, managing the best smile he could with the injuries on his face. "I honestly didn't think it would make the news," he repeated. A partial lie. A dead cop was a big deal, no matter how they died. But seeing himself on the news didn't settle well with him. "Now we know to just avoid the news for a while and make sure Noah doesn't see it."
Olivia took a deep breath and leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss. Ed lingered close to her before leaning in to start another kiss. It was slow and Olivia felt everything he was trying to tell her. They moved easily, Ed's hand tangled in her hair as they maneuvered until she was below them.
"I need you," he mumbled against her neck, placing quick open-mouthed kisses against her skin. For a moment he considered leaving a mark but knew better. So he pulled her shirt down and let his mouth attach to the skin just below her collarbone. Olivia's hands rested on the back of his neck as he nipped and sucked until he knew a mark would be left there. There was a slight moment of hesitation as Olivia reached down to pull the shirt over Ed's head but he graciously helped her.
"I'm all yours," Olivia whispered in reply as he helped pull her shirt off as well. In an instant his head was grabbing a breast through her bra. It was rough and she couldn't help but groan, arching into the touch. This wasn't going to be gentle and she was completely ready for it.
It felt like a race to get each other's clothes off and the moment Olivia was naked underneath him, she watched him pause. Ed took a deep breath, his blue eyes intently studying her body. He drank it in like he'd never seen it before, like it was the last time he'd ever get to see it. One hand braced on the couch next to Olivia's head while the other one moved slowly between her breasts and down her stomach.
"I thought about you," Ed croaked, swallowing hard around the words. "About the first night I spent with you. Walks in the park and spending time with Noah. Fuck, your smile when I make you the perfect cup of coffee." The thought process stopped as he dropped his head and placed open-mouthed kisses. Olivia expected him to speak again but, instead, he moved between her legs.
For a moment she considered stopping him but the moment she felt his tongue against her clit. There was a swagger to Ed Tucker that she never understood until she had fallen into bed with them. Then it all made sense. The man knew exactly what he was doing and was far too good at it. Olivia ran a hand through his hair and let out a small moan, biting her bottom lip to try and keep quiet. Noah was still asleep and she wasn't going to ruin something that she wanted and Ed needed.
Without a warning Ed slid a finger into her, groaning against her when he felt how wet she already was.
"Fuck, just get up here," Olivia said breathlessly. She arched her hips against his mouth and couldn't help but giggle when he didn't move. She wouldn't bother him and was instantly pleased with her decision. While his tongue continued to lap at her clit, she felt a second flinger slide inside of her, fingers hooking at just the right spot. And then she was over the edge, breathing heavily as she relaxed against the cushions.
The smirk on Ed's face made Olivia forget the entire reason they had started fucking on the couch in the first place. He looked proud of himself as he ran the back of his hand across his mouth. His chest was moving as he took several deep breaths, looking more cocky with each passing moment.
"You enjoyed that," Ed said as he started a trail of kisses up Olivia's body before meeting her lips in a slow kiss.
"I did. Now," Olivia moved both of her hands to rest on his shoulder blades, gently digging into the muscles there. "Fuck me, Ed." That made a chuckle rumble through his chest as he effortlessly thrust inside of her. They were both still as she adjusted to the way he felt completely buried in her.
"Say it again, please," Ed pressed his face against Olivia's neck, letting himself gently thrust deeper into her.
"Fuck me, Ed," Olivia whispered as she dug her fingernails into his back and let herself scratch him. That was apparently all he needed to hear. The next thing Olivia knew she had to move one hand away from Ed's body to brace against the armrest so she wouldn't keep knocking into it. "Yes, Eddie," she gasped and shifted to bite into his shoulder. If she wasn't able to stay quiet they would wake up Noah.
The use of his nickname from Olivia, somehow, made him thrust even harder into the woman below him. Each grunt was muffled as he struggled to keep his mouth shut. Feeling Olivia's teeth sink into his shoulder was making it harder and harder to stay quiet. One hand moved to grab the armrest for more leverage until his hips started to stutter and his rhythm faltered.
"Liv," he gasped and felt himself spill inside her. For a few grateful moments the world was quiet. All Ed could hear was Olivia breathing heavily beneath him and she supported his body as he relaxed on top of her body.
"C'mon, you're bleeding," she whispered as she ran her thumb across the small streak of blood that was coming from his stitches. Ed moved slowly from the couch, glancing at the jeans and shirts strewn across the living room.
"Grab the first-aid kit, I'll grab something for us to wear." Ed flashed a quick smile and then disappeared down the hall. Olivia slowly got up, watching him with a look of concern before going into the kitchen where they'd left the first-aid kit after dinner.
Ed returned to the kitchen in a pair of boxers, helping Olivia into her shorts and one of his shirts.
"I'm going to be sore tomorrow," Olivia said with a chuckle as she dabbed at the stitches and cleaned up the small amount of blood on his cheek. She stood closer to him to make sure none of them had ripped open. When she was comfortable with how Ed's wound looked, she ran her thumb across the bottom of his black eye.
"I got the shit beat outta me," Ed mumbled, his eyes darting across his face before he glanced back the black screen of the television. Hours before Ed had killed somebody and now it was a story on the overnight news. They spoke about it like it was nothing while it was completely tearing him apart on the inside.
"Hey," Olivia reached out and gently turned his head back toward her. "Don't think about that, Ed. It's not going to do you any good." The answer she got was a small sigh. "You did what you had to do. I don't hate you for it at all." There was no hesitation as she stood slightly taller to place a small kiss under his black eye.
"You're just trying to get into my pants," Ed murmured with a weak smile.
"Don't worry, I already did," Olivia replied proudly.
The next thing Olivia knew she was in a tight hug, pressed protectively against Ed's chest. She felt herself relax into him, smiling just a bit as one of his hands tangled in her hair.
"I think I'll go give my statement tomorrow instead of waiting," he grumbled as he pulled back slightly. "I don't want to keep delaying it." Before Olivia could respond they were kissing again. It was slow and she knew it was a way to keep her from responding. Without a word, she grabbed Ed's hand and led him back to the bedroom.
"Lay down," Olivia murmured. There was a pause. They both laughed as Ed lowered himself onto the bed. "Roll over, on your stomach." Another pause before he followed the instructions. That's when he felt Olivia's hand on his left calf.
"Not this again," Ed said playfully, glancing at her over his shoulder.
"Tell me about this one. You never tell me what you did at work before Internal Affairs. I had no idea you were that kind of cop."
"I was the same cop as everybody else," Ed mumbled as he felt Olivia climb onto the bed. He relaxed as he felt both her knees on either side of his hips and then her hands gently massaging his back.
"My partner, Oliver Rivera," Ed paused to let out a soft groan as Olivia worked a knot between his shoulder blades, "We went to this bank robbery. We roll up and I shit you not, the bullets hit our windshield right as we roll up," a sigh as Olivia worked his muscles. "And I see this cop laying in the middle of the intersection. There's blood everywhere and he's tryin' to drag himself somewhere."
"So you played the hero. The great Ed Tucker," Olivia bent over to cover his back with her body, placing several soft kisses against the back of his neck.
"Well I couldn't let him just lay there, Liv," Ed said with a gentle smile. "So I got Oli and two other guys to take off their vests. We rolled 'em up in the windows to make them bulletproof."
"You're an idiot."
"And Oli drove the car all slow with me behind it. We got to the guy, I grabbed him and we all pulled him into the back seat. Got him a few blocks away and into an ambulance. Ended up living." Ed's voice had gotten more and more quiet as Olivia continued to work at the muscles in his back. The man was usually tense but there was a big difference considering how the day had gone.
"You didn't tell me how you somehow ended up with a bullet in your calf, Tucker," she said with a raised eyebrow.
"When I moved from behind the cover of the car they just started shooting," he chuckled, "Shit aim. Horrible. I heard the bullet hit the asphalt and then it felt like my leg was on fire. I don't know how I even fuckin' walked." A pause as he let out a sigh. "And I had no idea that your calf could bleed so damn much."
Olivia patted Ed's side as a signal for him to move further up on the bed. He followed the command without a word and before Olivia even had a chance to curl up next to him, he was fast asleep. Exactly what she needed.
For now Ed could sleep and Olivia could figure out how she would talk him out of giving his statement a day early.