Pieces Chapter 10

Title: Pieces Chapter
Author: OLIVIAplusALEX4eva
Summary: Alex gets a call that she has been waiting for. It took two years but she's back and hoping to rekindle her relationship with a certain brunette. Will it happen? Will they both get over their insecurities? Lot more chapters to come! Contains Femmeslash.
Rating: Rated M for Mature
Genre: Drama / Romance
Warnings: Contains femmeslash between two consenting adult females.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine... just wishful thinking on my part.

Alex's P.O.V.

I hear a key scratching at the doorknob clumsily. I get up hastily and unlock the door, opening it slowly to reveal you.

You look so tired, so exhausted.

You walk swiftly passed me to the open window on the other side of our apartment. You stand there hugging your arms closely to your torso, mindlessly looking out of the window down at the city below.

I cautiously walked up to you and grabbed your shaking hand.

"What else happened, Liv? How is Elliot?" I asked, dreading the answer.

You sigh, "El died unexpectedly in his sleep. There was nothing they could do, they said; it was impossible to hinder."

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry," I murmur, running my thumb over your hand.

An uncomfortable silence consumed us hungrily.

The seconds were ticking by and I could feel the weight of each one...

I didn't relinquish my hold on my lover's trembling hand. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No. I don't think I could keep food down even if I tried." Your voice sounded perilously close to tears.

After a few awkward minutes, I pull you by the hand, leading you to our bedroom so you can rest. "C'mon, baby. Let's go."

You follow me like a lost puppy dog, wiping your wet cheeks.

As we're undressing I could feel your eyes drilling a hole in my bare back. I look behind me and see you staring at me with rapt appreciation. You licked your already wet lips, a perfectly sultry gesture; the effect went straight to my quivering, bare thighs.

"Baby, no. You don't need that now. What you need is to rest; we can play later," I try to persuade you but to no avail.

"Please, Alex. I want to fuck. I-I need to f-forget these long twenty-four hours," you rasp out.

I make note that you said you want to fuck, not make love. I know this'll probably be rough and not gentle and tender like it usually is, and I don't mind. "Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you when you're emotional like this."

You give me a slight nod of your head and close the distance between us in two long strides. You take my face in your hands and shove your tongue in my mouth roughly. I reciprocate the gesture automatically. We stand there, our tongues dueling for control, for dominance.

I broke the intense kiss only to see your overtly confused expression in response. "Wha–"

"Shh, hold on, babe," I interrupt, putting my index finger over your plump lips. You unexpectedly wrap your wet lips over the tip of my finger, gently sucking it into your mouth.

You lick and suck my finger slowly, sultrily. You stop after a few minutes of sexily sucking.

I smile wistfully and wipe the remaining moisture across your jaw. You laugh throatily while I kiss it away.

"You're perpetually horny," I mumble against your jaw.

"You're one to talk, Lexi," I hear you moan.

I pull away completely, quirking an eyebrow accusedly at the annoying nickname, and lead you to our unmade bed.

I push you down so that you're laying on the bed and I carefully climb on top too. I give your aching center a fierce, deliberately slow, tongue-bathing and move up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste your own arousal on your lips.

"Alex, I-I need you i-inside me," you whimper over and over again.

You're whimpering my name, whimpering for me to make love to you. How can I resist this?

I hear it in your voice, the slight moan in our tangled, meshed kiss; it being love and adoration.

I hover above you, all the while my hand following an imperceptible trail down your hot, trembling body to your throbbing center. I'm trying to focus my attention on giving you pleasure but it's hard to do when you're suckling on my exposed, dangling breast.

I arch downward, bending like a tight-pulled bow, trying to force more of my breast into your mouth at the same time I'm pumping two fingers into you rhythmically. You comply immediately, adding more pressure to your sucking.

We simultaneously moan our appreciation as we continue to try to build friction betwixt us, trying to give each other the pleasure of sweet climax.

I feel your orgasm before it rips through your body; your center's muscles tensing around my intruding fingers. At the same time a hot white flash hits me and I too begin to ascend to the sweet, inevitable pleasure.

Olivia's P.O.V.

My vision contorted and the colours bled together until everything became gray. The outline of your face blurred together, slowly fading until my perceptual vision ran black altogether.

A white flash ripped through my head; abruptly the colours of life reverberated back into sight. The pain shooting through my head is fickle and fleeting, thank God.

I heard a shuffling of feet against a tiled floor. I looked up from my white gown and the white covers that were draped over my gowned body only to see Alex's face and a little girl's, my guess to be about four or five.

Alex gasped and reached for my hand, clutching it to her heaving chest. "You're awake!"

"Yeah, at the most inopportune time," I grumbled, holding my head.

I could see tears pooling in your glassy eyes before they started to trickle down you already tear-stained cheeks.

"Are we at a hospital? What happened?"

You sniffle and reply at a soft whisper, "Yeah, baby. You were attacked with a baseball bat from behind. Doctor Margaret (remember Elliot's doctor? hehe) said there was moderate blunt-force trauma to your head. You were in a coma for about a week. They caught the sonovabi–" you begin but cut yourself off when you remember the innocent child standing beside you. "They caught him. I prosecuted him and he got 15 years for attempted murder of a police officer and tresspassing on someone else's private property," you finish with a tight-lipped smile.

I bring your hand to my lips and kiss your knuckles. You smile broadly when you introduce me to the mystery child.

"Olivia, baby. This is Camryn, honey. You remember her, right? From the adoption agency two years ago?" And suddenly memories of all three of us came flooding back like a wave colliding into me.

"Camryn! Sweetie, come here!" I plead as the girl holds up her arms to Alex who picks her up and sits her on the bed beside me. I sit up, bracing myself against the big fluffy pillows and gather her into my arms, sitting her on my lap. I kiss her forehead after she settles into my lap. I smile down at her, looking into her distinct blue eyes, sifting my fingers through her mahogany hair. "Hi, Momma!" the girl screams in delight. I give her my lop-sided grin, "Hey, babygirl."

Glancing up at Alex, I murmur, "Sometimes I think she's our biological child. She looks just like us."

You laugh and bend down to place a chaste kiss to my lips, "Yeah, well. In my eyes, she is our biological child."

You no longer finish your sentence when Kathy walks in. She looks over at me and screams, "You're finally awake!"

I expect Elliot to walk in behind her but then I remember his rape and attempted suicide, not to mention death. "I'm really sorry about El's death, Kathy. He was a great man, a great partner," I mumble apologetically.

Kathy's face is of pure confusion, "Death? Honey, he didn't die."

"He didn't?"

"No. The only time he's been in the hospital this month is to visit you."

I looked behind Kathy and see Elliot walk through the threshold. My face is of pure shock, "Elliot! You're not dead!"

He looks at me, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion, "I'm not," he confirms.

"I dreamed that you went away to Witness Protection, Alex. And Camryn died of cancer. Elliot got raped and attempted suicide, afterward dieing at a hospital, his doctor's name was Margaret."

"Honey, you're doctor's name is Margaret. You must've heard rivulets of our conversations while you were in the coma because we were talking to Margaret about a case you and Elliot were working on. The one with the little girl Camille had Leukemia and her mother Ellen was raped and died consequently on the way to the hospital. We were discussing the fact that Camille had to go into Witness Protection to get away from her mother's attacker. Baby, it was all a dream," Alex explained.

I looked around the room at my family and sighed contentedly. This was how life is supposed to be. Being surrounded by your family and loving each other. I kissed Camryn's forehead and Alex's lips. Hugging them to my chest, I kissed their heads. "I love you two," I whispered into their hair.

Read and Review please. This is the end, it is finally complete. How can I let Elliot die for real?! I had you guys going! HAHA, you thought I'd actually kill off a great detective?... even though he's a man... Anyways, thanks for sticking with me throughout the whole story. Shout-outs to pheobe-halliwell-0777 and Haldir's Heart and Soul.

If you didn't get the end of my story just ask me in my review... I always reply back to every review I am sent so I'll explain it to you better. Keep in mind that I wrote this chapter at 2:30 in the a.m. so there might be some mistakes but that doesn't justify it, I know.