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" God El, more!" Her soft voice sent arrays of tingling to his spine, he didn't know how much more he could take. He held back harsh tears as he looked at the beautiful creature laying under him, grunting and moaning at his touch. He didn't know how they had gotten to this point, the aftermath of over 12 years of foreplay, their naked bodies intertwined in a bond of lust and desire. All he knew, all he wanted to know, was that they were here. In bed. Together. Tasting each other, becoming masters of one another's body, leaving trails of heat and fire and love in their wake; branding themselves each other's property.
He knew she was on the edge, but he was determined to make her incoming orgasm one to throw her completely off of earth, into flame, insuring that she couldn't ever be with another man like this. Another man period.
The moment startled them both, as her walls clenched in around him, and he opted for one more deep, profound thrust before letting her go; swerving into oblivion.
He caved as well, their cum filling each other up; warming from the inside.
He crashes his lips onto hers for the grand finale, and is suddenly met with the strange aroma of….
Coffee?
He awoke to the smell of fresh coffee, and an empty lap. He kept his eys shur for a little while, swatting away the need to wake up like some pesky mosquito. the dream wouldn't come back to him, no matter how hard he tried.
With a sigh of exasperation-or maybe just lack of sleep- he picked himself off of the couch and towards the kitchen, immediately spotting the tall mug with a yellow note attached to it sitting on the counter.
His heart twitched a gnawing feeling of disappointment as he held up the mug to his lips, chugging the coffee for a sparked dose of caffeine, and read over the small piece of paper.
Went to talk to Cragen. Sorry about last night. See you at the precinct.
Liv
He bowed his head to the floor in anger.
Was it really over?
The question reverberated in his mind as he rushed into the shower and out the door, the possible answer burning holes into his stomach.
The ride to the station was eerily quiet, and Elliot was left to simmer in his own thoughts as he sped across the city. Breathing had become too much of a chore; he felt like he was suffocating. He'd never thought he'd witness his entire world begin to crash all around him. It was at the point where nothing interested him. Not the job, not his life…
Liv.
He found himself thinking about her hair and how it would droop over her eyes when she bowed her head. How he resisted the urge to touch her when he caught a whiff of her scent as she walked by him. How he didn't have sex with Kathy anymore because he was afraid of calling out Liv's name.
He thought about late nights at the station, the stolen glances over his desk; how he planned out the way he'd tell her the truth a dozen times.
He couldn't get her out of his mind.
What was this? What were they?
He knew better than to question a label for them. They were the power duo, no need for any sort of labeling. There was no questioning, no curiosity, no wondering…
They just were.
They simply existed together, breathed together, survived together.
I can't do this without you.
He reluctantly fought away the chain of thoughts as he parked the squad car.
The bullpen was buzzing with its regular activity; the way it normally is. It was a normal day. For everyone except him anyway. He glanced around for her; not even bothering to stop at his desk. The blinds to Cragen's office were shut, a sign that he was speaking to someone.
He was oblivious to Fin's yells as he stormed toward the wood door, praying with every fiber of his being that Olivia was still there.
He was about to turn the knob when he heard the second door to the office creak open and slam shut; followed by the scurry of footsteps.
She's going to the cribs.
"You're not running away from me," he mumbled harshly under his breath.
He must've sprinted up the set of stairs, because he heard a couple officers curse him for almost knocking them to the ground. He didn't care. He ignored the fire igniting in his chest as he gently pushed his way into the dark room.
His eyes struggled to recognize the long figure cuddled up on the grimy floor at first, but his breathing stalled when he did.
The sobs were unmistakable; he'd know the sound anywhere.
He took caution in walking toward her as he was sure she hadn't heard him yet.
"Go away Elliot," she mumbled in between cries.
He knew not to listen to her. In their language 'go away' or 'fuck off' meant I'm in trouble. Help me. Instead, he edged even closer to her, shrugging his jacket off and sliding to the floor, engulfing her in his arms without a word.
Her muscles relaxed into his embrace, and she snaked her arms around the width of his shoulders; seeking his warmth, his comfort, his scent.
I need you.
He shushed her as he clutched her body as close to him as possible, rocking them back and forth. They sat there for what seemed like hours, lost in each other's oblivion. No words were spoken, they didn't need to be. He pressed soft kisses to her forehead and stroked her face clean of salty tears. Nothing sexual, nothing romantic. His soft whisper was what dared to break the comfortable silence as his mouth inched toward her ear and muttered something that left both of them grasping for breath.
"I love you. I'm… I'm in love with you Olivia."