Here it is; the final chapter. I wrote this while listening to Jonh Mayer's "My Stupid Mouth" and "Edge of Desire" (really good songs!) so the mood towards the end is pretty intense. If you have the song, I would reccomend playing it while you read this; starting with "My Stupid Mouth" (You'll see why) and then "Edge of Desire". Enjoy.
"This is nice." Said Elliot as he stuck his fork in the pasta on his plate. It had been a little under a month since Olivia was released from the hospital and in that time Elliot had been agonizing over this moment. He felt like a teenager, having only been on one other first date in his life. "I'm still shocked you know how to cook. I was expecting to find a microwavable tray on the table." He laughed and Olivia playfully scowled at him.
"I never get to cook for anyone so this is kind of my hidden talent." She said.
"Oh?" He asked. "Are there any other secrets I don't know? Any other hidden talents?"
Olivia blushed and Elliot could tell she was holding back. "What?" He asked, scooting his chair closer to her. "Tell me."
Olivia kept her eyes on her plate while she spoke, clearly embarrassed. "Well", she began hesitantly, "I can write with my toes."
Elliot laughed. "That's what has you all red? You can write with your toes?" She nodded, feeling like a school girl for being so embarrassed. This was Elliot for crying out loud! The man had been in her apartment dozens of times and they certainly had their fair shares of dinners together; so why was she so damn nervous?
"I was expecting something crazy; like writing with your tongue." He joked. "But, then again, I know there are other things you can do with your tongue."
She blushed again, remembering the kiss they had shared weeks earlier. She played with the food on her plate but otherwise stayed quiet. She didn't know how to respond to him. Sure, they would flirt on occasion but this was different. He was in her apartment, single, sitting beside her, talking about her tongue. She blushed again.
Way to go, Stabler. He mentally scolded himself. Great way to make her feel awkward.
"How did you find that out?" He asked in response to her silence, desperate for a subject change. "What made you decide to write with your toes."
Olivia shook her head and stuck a forkful of pasta in her mouth to avoid talking but Elliot just waiting until she was done chewing to renew his question. "Tell me", he said, "You tell me your secret and I'll tell you mine."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You have a secret?" He nodded, his facial expressions stoic but the tint on his cheeks gave away his embarrassment. She scooted closer to him, suddenly feeling like less of a dork for her nerves. "Tell me."
He dropped his face to the floor, staring at her feet. "You first." He said and gave her a gentle nudge with his foot. She returned the gesture with a nudge of her own, slipping her foot from her heel and engaging in what could only be described as a game of 'footsie'.
Elliot chuckled and receded; instead bringing her foot to rest on his lap. Olivia let out a soft moan when he began massaging her foot and then a burst of giggles when he found a particularly ticklish spot.
"I think I just found your weakness." He said as he continued to tickle her foot. "Where else are you ticklish?"
Olivia couldn't speak over her laughing. Elliot, who was relentless, continued to torment her as she struggled to remove her foot from his grasp.
"Stop!" She laughed. "I can't breathe!"
Elliot lightened his touch but otherwise did not let up. "Tell me how you learned to write with your toes and I'll stop."
Olivia pressed her lips together to keep from laughing but lost all control when his fingers slipped between her toes.
"Okay!" She burst. "Okay, I'll tell you!"
Elliot chuckled and released her foot, which she immediately slipped back in her shoe.
"You're an ass, ya know that." She said, playfully.
"Liv." He began as he nudged her foot with his again.
"Okay." She said quickly, trying to prevent another attack. "I'll tell you; just don't tickle me!" She sighed before speaking. "When I was about nine I broke my right hand and my writing was so sloppy with my left I just decided to try it with my toes. I had homework to do and I didn't think my feet could be any worse than my left hand." She chuckled. "It turned out I was really good at writing with my toes. It looked just like my regular handwriting."
He chuckled lightly and took her hand in his. "How did you break your hand?" He asked.
"That's not fair." She said. "Your supposed to tell me your secret now."
He caressed the back of her hand with his thumb and looked in her eyes. He laughed a little at himself and shook his head, momentarily breaking eye contact. "I'm really nervous." He confessed. "The last first date I went on ended up in divorce."
His candidness shocked her. Elliot wasn't one to say these kinds of things but Olivia recognized that he was putting himself in that position because he was attempting to open up to her; something he rarely did with anyone. He was trying to make things intimate, trying to make things work.
"My mother." She whispered in repsonse. "She broke my hand."
Elliot nodded, understanding why she was hesitant to tell him and understanding why she chose to do so. She was trying too. She wanted to give him that part of herself.
Elliot brought her hand to his lips and gave it a light kiss before moving to her wrist and traveling up her arm.
He stopped when their faces were inches apart and nudged her nose with his, making his intentions clear as he moved to capture her lips.
She pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes at the sensation. It was so new, so thrilling, so complete. "Very smooth." She whispered when he pulled back. His face was still only centimeters from hers and he let out a single laugh in one harsh breath.
His eyes met hers again as he aligned their lips once more. He parted his lips slightly, asking for permission into her mouth.
She allowed it. Tongues mingled and arms wrapped around waists and shouders and somehow they ended up on the bed, exploring clothed bodies with roaming hands.
"Are you sure this isn't too fast?' He asked as he removed his shirt.
Her hands ran up his chest and over his back, pulling him down to her once again. "I want this." She whispered.
He kissed her again as his hands found her waist under her dress, which was now hiked up her body. She sat up and allowed him to remove the clothing from her.
He stared at her bra clad breasts in awe. She was perfect. He had to pull back slightly to look at her, all of her.
He wanted more.
He slid his hands up and under to sides of her bra and began palming her breasts.
She fumbled with his belt as he ran his thumbs over her hardened buds.
"El." She whispered as her head fell on his chest.
His pants slid down to his knees once she got his belt off on button undone. He eased her onto her back and shimmied out of his slacks as he crawled over her.
He brought his hands to her back and undid the clasp of her bra. His chest above hers warmed the sudden cool she felt as she was stripped of the fabric.
She ran her hands down his back, egging him on as he lapped at her breasts. The feeling was intense, as she felt his tongue swirl around on her heated skin. She sucked in a harsh breath, needing release, needing him. She gripped the sides of his boxers and slid them down, letting her fingers linger on his skin as she did so.
He moaned when he felt the head of his dick brush against the lace of her panties. He slid down her body, kissing his was down her leg, taking her panties with him.
He could feel her trembling as his hands learned the texture of her skin.
He caressed every inch of her as he made his way back up her body and stared deep into her eyes. "I want you so bad, Liv." He whispered.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, aligning them as she spoke. "You already have me." She whispered back.
He nodded and pushed himself him, catching her gasp with his lips.
All the breath left her lungs as his body filled hers, so completely. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, lavishing her skin with attention as her body stretched to accept his.
He felt her heels dig into his thighs, wordlessly telling him she was ready for him to move, to claim her.
He pulled back and out and she wanted to cry at the loss of contact until he slid back into her and she felt a wave of heat soar through her core.
He ran his hands from her thighs to her waist and back down again till they found their place at her hips where he could feel her thrusting to match his. He moved deeper into her wet center and groaned at the tightness around him.
He held her close, as their bodies moved as one. He wanted to make this last. He wanted to memorize her pleasure fill face and the love deep in her eyes.
He moved slow, deep, striving for intimacy beyond anything either of them had ever had before.
The moment was so perfect, so breathtaking, that she barely recognized when she started flying and burning as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her.
And, as she glided back down from the heavens, he was still there. Still, holding her, moving inside of her, loving her, as he pushed for the final time and collapsed over her.
She barely recognized the weight. She barely recognized her own name as it fell from his silky lips. He rolled them over and let her fall on his chest, loving the way he could feel her body expand as it drew in each breath.
"I love you." He whispered.
He felt her snuggle further into him and she smiled against his chest. "I love you too."