AUTHOR NOTE – Before you say it, I know I said it was only going to be a ONE SHOT. I lied. I'm hoping chapter two will appease those of you who asked for more. Also I am going to take a short break from my ongoing stories, Healing Wounds and Possession, probably another week or two (three at the most). I want to get a couple of chapters written for each before I post the next one so I have a bit more clarity on where exactly they're going. I hope you'll accept this offering as an apology for any delay.
Just a reminder of where we left Olivia and Elliot at the end of the last chapter, she told him not to go, so he stayed.
WARNING – M-RATED. If you're a minor or uncomfortable with that kind of material please do not read beyond this point.
Yielding – chapter two
"The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender."
Emil Ludwig
"Do you want me to go?" Elliot asked quietly.
Her brow creases with confusion. She doesn't want him to leave, nor does she want to leave. She shakes her head slowly. "No."
As soon as the word slipped out of her mouth Elliot's hand was encircling her neck, cupping the back of her head, tilting it upwards as he bends forward to kiss her again. She yields to his pull and kisses him back matching his passion as she rises blindly so the position is less awkward. Elliot's hand releases her neck and slides over her shoulder and down her back to pull her to him. His fingers trace her spine and she shivers involuntarily. She moans and deepens the kiss, their tongues clashing.
"Stay," she tells him between kisses.
"I think leaving will be the problem after this. We should stop before that happens," Elliot mumbles against her lips. His actions contradict his words as he grips her waist tighter, his lips sealing over hers.
"We should," she agrees out of habit but she doesn't pull away. Any doubts she had moments ago about this fly out of her head; all she can think of is that she wants this to happen. She wants this, even if it's just once and they go back to being just partners in the morning. She hopes it alleviates the tension, hopes it won't complicate things. A little voice in the back of her head warns her it's not that simple, she knows it's not and usually she would listen, she follow her instincts but she wants this.
She deserves it, they deserve it.
They've ignored it because neither of them wanted to cross his wedding vows, they weren't those people. That barrier, along with his ring, is gone, has been for months. And she's tired of not giving into her attraction to him. Apparently Elliot was too.
Elliot's hands move to the hem of her shirt, sliding it up, exposing a small slither of skin. He doesn't make any effort to touch that area though. As much as he wants this he's not going to do anything she doesn't want him to. She knows he's waiting for her to make that decision for them, make the first move. So she does. Her hands slide down and boldly slip under his shirt, his stomach contracting away from her cool hands before relaxing again. They settle against his abdomen, her splayed fingers feeling his muscles as she breaks away from his kiss to watch her hands through the fabric before she removes them to grasp the hem and pulls it up over his head. His forehead meets hers. He's breathing deeply, breathing her in. She eyes his bare torso, licking her lips quickly. This is their pause. They can still walk away from this. She doesn't want to.
"I want you to stay," Olivia tells him, and it comes out as half a groan.
Her heartbeat is pounding in her ears and she barely hears him when he murmurs something about her bedroom. He breaks contact with her and then his lips brush her forehead and he breathes in a shaky breath. Maybe he's the one who's having second thoughts. She half expects him to voice them, be the voice of reason. She tenses but the words never come. His hands massage her back lightly to reassure her.
"I'm not leaving," he promises gravely, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
That's when it hits her. She's never been with anyone who could anticipate her thoughts, someone who knows what she's thinking. Their reluctance isn't just about his former wife, his children, or their jobs, but their fear of being with someone who knows them completely, having nothing to hide behind. She's petrified of someone knowing her like that. They've been comfortable with each other for months and she likes where their friendship is.
She doesn't want a night in her bed to ruin them.
Olivia shakes her head, trying to ignore the enormity of what they're about to do, trying to be brave enough to go through with it. They both know this could rip them apart, she doesn't want history to repeat itself, doesn't want to go back to how things were the last time he separated from Kathy, doesn't want to have to distance herself from him because she spent the night with him.
"Say something Liv," Elliot whispers warily, threatening.
Her silence is worrying him. Neither of them is forth coming when it comes to discussing emotions or their pasts. But it's always been easier to talk to him than anyone else even when she didn't want. Right now she's not comfortable with talking to him so she doesn't.
Her lips find his quickly and latch on as he moans in response, accepting her non-verbal answer. His hands at the small of her back pull her forward and she crashes into his bare chest. Recovering from the impact quickly she settles against him as she winds her arms around his neck. His hands become bolder and begin to caress over her shirt. The fabric bunches under his fingers; he's taking his time, timidly. She almost laughs as she thinks she might have to take off her own shirt.
To suppress the chuckle she pulls his lower lip between hers and sucks gently, nipping softly with her teeth. The distraction doesn't quite work when he moans and she lets a snicker escape. He's usually in control of everything, strong and reliable. It's endearing to see him this hesitant and that is the only thought she allows herself to have because she doesn't want to think about whether he was this shy with Kathy. He's got five children who prove he wasn't.
Thankfully he doesn't take offense and lets loose a small laugh of his own. Olivia can see the slight confusion in the depth of his blue eyes when she pulls back slightly. Maybe it's the absurdity of the situation, the quick change of minds, doing something they've fought against for such a long time, relief for finally surrendering.
Despite the confusion his eyes twinkle with slight embarrassment as he glancing between them, assessing his semi clothed state then glances at Olivia fully clothed form. She laughs harder, louder, and she blushes when his confusion gives way to an adoring smile. Her hands release him and reach for the bottom of her shirt. His hands close over hers and they both still and his eyes bore into hers knowingly. Determination sets in his face and her hands slip out from under his and he curls his fingers under the fabric and slides it up over her chest. Her arms rise to aid him and soon the top is over her head and he quickly throws it in the direction of the couch before his hands skim along the outside of her arms in an attempt to warm her.
Her skin prickles from the cool air. His hands brush hers briefly before returning to her waist and pulling her back to him. Part of her is tempted to make a comment about body heat but she holds her tongue as he places a quick chaste kiss on her lips before trailing kisses on her neck. She tilts her head back for better access. Elliot places open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, sucking at her sensitive skin. The moan starts low in her throat as his teeth nibble her collar bone before moving back up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her whole body arches into it. Elliot's hands begin to move slowly up her sides and her chest tightens in anticipation.
Elliot breaks away from her neck as one of his index fingers traces the edge of her bra. His ragged breathing gets shakier, maybe it's hers, maybe it's theirs mingling. The break is momentary as Elliot kisses her lips quickly, deeply. He becomes bolder, his hand cupping the underside of her breast through the fabric. She draws in a sharp breath at the contact. It's then she remembers they're still in her living room.
"Bedroom," Elliot repeats as if reading her mind. Whereas she didn't hear it clearly before, now it's almost too loud.
She nods, moaning an affirmative. They walk together locked in their embrace, him forwards, her backwards, towards her bedroom. Years of walking side by side and predicting the others movements makes their short journey easier as they don't stumble or pause while exchanging kisses. Her back hits her bedroom door and she leans against it when Elliot's mouth fuses to hers as his hand wraps around the handle and turns it, releasing the lock. His other forearm braces her back so she doesn't fall when the door swings away from her.
They are chest to chest as they walk to her bed. The back of her legs hit the mattress and she sinks to sit then lie back. Her head rests on the mattress and she realises she never made her bed this morning, but there isn't time for her to be embarrassed as the mattress dips when Elliot places a knee then the other on the mattress either side of her. He hovers over her, taking her in. Olivia looks away self-consciously and Elliot proves he knows her better than anyone as he cups her jaw, turning her focus back to him.
"You still here?" He asks.
Her voice catches and she bobs her head. "Yeah, I'm still here."
He takes her answer at face value and kisses her gentler than before. Elliot knows a kiss won't make everything better and that's why she allows it instead of retreating further into her head. Olivia lifts her chin to meet him, deepening the kiss while hooking an arm around his neck to keep him there. Their tongues meet, clash, and the intensity builds. She hums in agreement when he cups her breast again, his thumb brushing her nipple that's protruding through the plain functional garment she chose after her shower before he arrived earlier. She needs more; she knows Elliot does too as she feels him through their clothes from where the lower halves of their torsos are pressed together.
She wants more.
Elliot's hand becomes more insistent, more demanding. Olivia pushes into his touch, wanting this as much as he does. Suddenly his hand releases her and then slides underneath her back to the clasp of her bra. He doesn't hesitate as he snaps it open and hurriedly pulls the straps off her arms, throwing it hastily onto the floor.
Olivia takes the opportunity to work on Elliot's belt, unsnapping it before working on his jeans button. She's got the zip lowered before Elliot's on top of her again and he's holding her bare breast, his mouth closing over the nipple and sucking gently. A gasp escapes her and she bucks up almost dislodging him but he manages to steady himself, chuckling at her urgency. Her chin tilts and her eyes connect to his mirth filled eyes. He smiles against her flesh, and begins kissing his way back to her lips, keeping eye contact the entire time.
This time they kiss languidly. Olivia blindly grips the waist band of his jeans and pushes them over his hips. He's reluctant to pull away from her but he stands to finish taking them off. Olivia scoots further onto the bed, supporting herself on her elbows as she watches him toe off his shoes and removes his socks before pushing the jeans down his legs. He waits at the edge of the bed standing in just his boxers, watching her pointedly as she reclines on the bed. She pulls her lower lip between her teeth coyly allowing her gaze to drift over him lazily. He sniggers at her exaggerated leer and Olivia sighs as she extends her hands to the fastenings of her trousers.
Olivia has them undone and is pushing them down when Elliot leans over her and dislodges her hands and begins to pull. She lifts her hips to aid him in sliding them down her legs, taking her shoes off with them.
Elliot kneels on the bed again, kissing her while his hands caress her, finally free to roam. Olivia lifts her hands to explore. It's intimate and playful as they learn what makes the other sigh, moan, groan, or hum. Elliot's fingers toy with the band of her underwear, dipping lower to touch her. She sighs when he feels how ready she is for him. Soon she is lifting her hips again as he tugs the material down her legs. He starts to lower himself to the floor but she doesn't need that right now and she grips his shoulders, urging him to stand and she scoots to the edge and pulls at his boxers. They drop to the floor and Elliot kicks them off. Olivia eyes his defined abs and straining member as she leans towards her bedside table. She makes a garbled grumble sound when she can't quite reach. Elliot sees her struggle and reaches over to open the draw, grabbing a foil packet from the box he finds there. Olivia knows he may not have used them with Kathy, but they are a prerequisite for her. He doesn't question it.
Olivia pushes back to the middle of the bed. He's joining her quickly, the foil packet discarded briefly onto a pillow as Elliot kneels between her legs and reaches for the packet but Olivia grabs it and tears it open and rolls it down his length. Unable to stop herself she moves her hand over him once more to tease him, eliciting a hiss from him and her pulls her hand away.
"Not going to last long if you do that," he warns her throatily.
"Do you want to stop?" Olivia asks cocking an eyebrow.
"No," Elliot shakes his head slowly, his eyes studying her for long moment to see if she's serious.
Olivia wraps an arm around his shoulders to reassure him she isn't and pulls him down to her. He slides against her. Both of them moan at the contact, tensing in preparation. Olivia lifts her head, capturing Elliot's mouth.
"Please," she says into his mouth.
Elliot nods and his hand grasps her leg, lifting it and hooking it over his hip to give him more room as he presses against her core and slides inside. He pauses to allow her to get used to him but Olivia uses her leg to urge him to move. He sets a slow pace to begin with, speed increasing when she starts to move with him encouraging him to move quicker.
They maintain eye contact, bewildered by the sensations coursing through them. After a few moments the intensity of their stare becomes too much for Elliot and he drops his head into the crook of her neck, nibbling and sucking on her flesh. Her eyes slide shut in relief. It's bittersweet as she realises this might be the only time they're together. Maybe that's why he had to stop looking at her. Elliot lifts up and Olivia reopens her eyes at the loss of his warmth. Brown eyes meet blue and Olivia is scared he's going to stop and walk away. He doesn't, just hooks her legs around him tighter, pushing himself deeper. She grunts at the movement.
Elliot's hand stays on her thigh, holding her to him as he begins to roll towards the head of the bed. She goes with him, keeping connected and rises above him. He gives her a knowing smile and she wonders how he knew she favoured this position. Olivia settles onto him and then starts to move her hips, building up her rhythm. At first Elliot guides her waist, his fingertips brushing the underside of her breasts. He grasps them softly, twirling her protruding nipples.
Elliot sits up suddenly, one arm wrapping around her, encouraging her movements while he starts kissing her breasts, his teeth scraping on her sensitive buds. She almost forgets about his other hand until she feels it where they're joined, seeking out her clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through her. He manipulates it sensually till she is panting for breath, fighting against her impending orgasm because she doesn't want this to end just yet. She's moving faster because she can't help it. Then Elliot is bucking up into her frantically.
"Let go Olivia," he grunts out through clenched teeth. "We've got all night," he tacks on.
A few more deep thrusts are all it takes for them both to climax, crying out as they reach their peak. Elliot collapses back on to the mattress and Olivia slumps over him, her hair cascading over his chest. He holds her against his contracting chest. His heart is thumping next to her ear, strong and quick.
Her face is turned away from him and she's glad for the small amount of privacy. She needs time to compose herself before facing him, before she starts to retreat behind that façade again, the one he sees through. Elliot's heartbeat starts to even out and she tries not to tense in his embrace as she prepares herself for the inevitable.
Elliot's fingers comb through her hair tenderly, tucking it behind her ear. She can feel his gaze on her but she refuses to look at him just yet. She's not ready. He exhales a breath as his fingertips trail down her jaw to her chin, tilting it toward him. She doesn't fight him, propping her chin directly over his heart.
Sometimes Olivia wishes their lives were different or that they were different people. She wonders if this will ruin them in the morning, if it hasn't already, if she'll be able to meet his eyes without thinking about him in her bed.
"Do you want me to go?" Elliot asked quietly.
"No," she croaks out. "We've got all night."
"I wonder if pain comes from surrendering or resisting?"
― Donna Lynn Hope
Author Note – do you forgive me for not leaving this as a one shot?
