Strange Attraction

by RoadrunnerGER

Disclaimer: Don't own them, not one of them. Lucky Dick Wolf. :D

A/N: Thank you for the reviews. I'm so glad that I could make it work. Mike's not back yet, but he will be, promised. :D Enjoy.

Ch 14

Discovery

On their way back home it was hard for Kathy to remain under control. This single kiss in the doctor's office had made her hot. She could not remember when she last had desired Elliot so much.

While she sat in the passenger seat, silent, only occasionally making a remark, she thought about his confession. Sure, she had noticed certain changes in him, but she had believed the sessions with Dr. Beatty to be the reason. Now they rode home without exchanging more than a few words every once in a while. Awkwardly they both were trying to find something to talk about.

At least Kathy wanted to believe they were. She knew what she wanted to talk about. She wanted to know more about that fateful night, the night that had changed him so radically. But she could not do that while he was driving. At least not without causing a major accident.

When they approached their house, the windows dark, only the lamp over the front door glowing, Kathy was so glad that she had asked Maureen to take her younger siblings tonight. She had wanted to address this something that was burdening Elliot and had expected them to need more than just the session to talk about whatever it was. Now that she knew she wanted to know everything.

And she wanted him.

That night saw them sneak into their house like teenagers, all over each other the second they stepped over the threshold.

"El! Wait!" she gasped.

"I waited way too long," he mumbled, nibbling at her earlobe. "I'm such an idiot."

Yeah, you can be, she thought.

"Let's talk," she said, making him groan. But he readily followed her into the kitchen where he sat down at the table while she went ahead to make coffee.

Elliot sat and watched Kathy. Every single one of her smooth movements made him want her more. He only held back because he knew that he would not stand a chance if she did not get her talk first. Kathy finished preparing the coffee machine and switched it on. Soon the first bubbling could be heard. She leaned against the kitchen counter and watched him watch her.

"Ask," he finally said.

"Ask you what?" she chuckled.

"Whatever you wanted to ask."

He looked a bit confused and she found that even more endearing. She tilted her head to the side, looking him over from head to toe. She liked what she saw. During the months of their separation he had deteriorated more and more, she knew that. Olivia had told her when she did not want to know it. She had not tried to talk her into taking him back, no, not that, but she had told her unmistakably that Elliot was suffering. Then she had not heard anything from Olivia or Elliot for some time and during one of their first sessions she had found out that he finally had hit rock bottom.

"Tell me everything," she said.

"About that night?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse. When he saw her nod he had to gulp down his embarrassment. "I don't think that you have to know the details."

"But I want to know them," she contradicted, taking a cruel pleasure in his obvious discomfort. "So spill it, El."

Suddenly his mouth went dry. He eyed her skeptically, trying to figure out if she meant what she said and concluded that she did.

So he started to talk. And he told her everything, the whole, long story, including every detail of what he had shared with Mike.

Kathy listened intently, feeling her desire grow with every word. She could not be angry with him. If nothing else this story made her want to have what Mike had had:

Elliot.

Honest.

Willing.

Unrestrained.

While he was talking she noticed that she became excited. She felt her agitation increase and dampness grow between her legs.

Then she noticed that he fell silent, looking at her out of big, sparkling blue eyes, waiting.

Shifting her position she motioned him to come over to her and when he did she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Chastely she let her lips linger on his. Elliot waited for her. When she realized that, she started to nip at his lips, smoothing her own over his mouth and teasing him into opening up to her. She felt him obey and licked over his parted lips.

His arms went around her and pulled her close. With one hand he brushed over her back while he rested the other behind her head. Drawing small circles on her back with his fingertips he moved up and down along her spine. She shivered and did the same, never releasing the kiss. On the contrary she now entered his mouth with her tongue, flicking it over his teeth and his palate. Their tongues danced around each other.

Then she drew back to gasp for breath. Elliot chuckled. She lost herself in his deep sapphire eyes and felt her knees go weak. Kathy wanted to take him right there and then on the kitchen floor. Knowing that he never had been one to experiment she wondered how she should get him up to their bedroom… or at least on the couch.

That was when he sank down on his knees, shoving her shirt up until it slid out of her jeans and exposed her belly button. His hands firmly on her waist he held on to her when he kissed this hollow.

Kathy gasped.

She felt him move upwards, shoving the shirt higher, with his hands behind her back. When he could not reach further she took it and pulled it over her head. Elliot was fumbling with the hooks of her bra.

Hmmm… feels good, she thought. How could I live without that for so long?

A fresh breeze chilled her now freed breasts as Elliot pushed the straps from her shoulders, down her arms and threw the bra aside.

Ooooh, she is perfect.

Taking her hips with both hands again he drew himself closer to her and breathed a featherlight kiss on her stomach. His tickling mouth made her giggle like a schoolgirl and suddenly memories washed over her. When she looked down at her husband now he seemed to be younger than before. Certainly she was betrayed by the mischievous sparks in his blue eyes… or the passion flickering in them, too. She swallowed.

And Elliot continued to caress her. Brushing his fingers over the sensitive skin on her back, he made her tense up. He felt her hand in his short cut hair. Running her fingers through the dark brown stubbles she trailed her fingers down to the base of his neck. She knew that teasing this spot would turn him into putty in her hands. Raking her fingernails through the hair in the small hollow and cupping his chin with her other hand, she bent his head back, bowed down and kissed him.

His open mouth greeted her and he reached up to entangle his hand in her blond mane, pulling her deeper into the kiss. With his left hand he squeezed her ass and made her squeak into his mouth. On his back he felt her hands go down. They grabbed for his shirt and jerked it out of his jeans. Her hands felt hot on his bare back. The fabric brushed over his body as she pulled it up, together with the undershirt. Breaking the kiss, leaving both of them gasping for air, she retreated just far enough to pull the shirt over his head. She shed it on the floor, already claiming his mouth again with fiery lips.

Whoa!

Elliot shuddered. Where was the top? Where was the bottom? All he could see were her blond glory and her stunning eyes. All he could feel were her hands assaulting his body. Before he knew what happened, she had brought him off balance and he fell on his back, the tiles unexpectedly cold under his heated flesh.

"Ooooooh… mmmmmmm," he moaned, reaching out for her to drag her down on top of him.

But he could not grasp her. She squatted over him, unbuttoning his pants and tearing them down. As she did not take her time to open his shoes to get rid of these, too, she could not get the pants off him. Now they were pooling around his ankles.

"Never mind," she rasped as she slipped out of her own pants and straddled him.

Uh oh…

Elliot knew that he was in trouble. When he reached out to take hold of her hair he hit a wooden leg. Surprised he realized where he was…

…halfway under the kitchen table.

"Whoa, Kathy!" he panted. "We should move a bit aside…"

"Huh?"

"You don't want to smash your head on the under side of the table, do you?"

"No, not really," she conceded and left him enough space to wriggle to the side, shuffling along with him on her knees. "Would be embarrassing to explain at the ER how I hit my head…"

That made Elliot chuckle.

"Yeah… Besides, it would hurt a lot, and that would definitely ruin the mood."

"Oh, shut up before you ruin the mood!" Kathy scolded with a laugh and started to tickle him.

Struggling, kicking in attempts to free himself of the pants which trapped his legs, he wound under her. That drove her wild. She bowed down over him, holding his head with both hands and pressing her lips on his. Pushing her tongue between them she demanded entrance. He opened them for her and felt her dive deep into his mouth.

At the same time she let go of his head and her hands caught his arms instead. She brought them down on both sides of his head. Leaning on his forearms and intruding his mouth with her tongue she nailed him to the floor. Thrusting deep into him she ravaged his oral cavity.

Pleasurable moans escaped him and made their fierce kiss vibrate.

Beneath her he arched his back in a futile attempt to meet her. He could not find her body over him. Even as he rose from the ground with his hips… she was too far away for him to reach her. Still trapped he fought for breath while his heat was rising along with his manhood. In his loins he felt a strong pulling sensation and he wanted to beg her to settle down on him, but he could not get a single word out. He was lucky that he was able to breathe!

Having him writhe beneath her almost pushed Kathy over the edge already. Lowering her body, she met his thrusting hips and pushed herself down on him. Feeling him inside her made her writhe in pleasure, too. Still she had not broken the kiss and she did not intend to until she was through with him. With each of his thrusts he seemed to enter deeper.

Finally releasing his mouth and crying out loud she threw her head back. Arching her back she took him in completely. She heard him pant, saw him throw his head from side to side, eyes closed. With violent shudders he climaxed and came into her.

Collapsing over him she started to nuzzle his neck and he returned the gesture. Teasing each other with soft nibbling, his hands in her hair, her hands holding his face again, several minutes passed. Then she suddenly backed off, staring down at him with surprise.

"You didn't fall asleep!" she panted.

Elliot smirked.

"Did you expect me to?" Mischievous sparks flew from his eyes. He chuckled. "I was surprised, too."

"Don't tell me that night improved your stamina, too!" Kathy panted.

"I have no idea," he laughed, thrusting against her. "This is the first time after." His smirk grew even wider. "If you could free me from the rest of my clothes we could try and see what else is different."

"Is that a promise?" Kathy was taken aback. This was not the same man she had tried to divorce. He had been withdrawn and angry all the time. Most of his time he spent on the job and when he was at home he shut her out. It had already surprised her that he had readily told her everything about his one-night stand. Now she realized that he rediscovered his playful side. And judging the way he was still grinning at her he meant what he said.

"Yep!"

Kathy grinned back at him. She shifted herself back until she knelt beside his legs and took hold of one of his calves. Then she opened his shoe and pushed the pant's leg off.

As she did that, he lay relaxed on the tiles, folding his hands behind his head and watching her. His smile broadened again when she treated his other leg the same way.

"Thanks."

You're awfully complacent, huh? Kathy thought. At least you look like the cat who ate the canary. Suddenly realizing something her eyes widened and she lifted his leg to put it under her armpit. She smirked.

"What's his name?" she demanded to know.

"Why's his name important?" he asked, sounding serious. "You want to interrogate him, too? That's not necessary. I told you everything."

"Then why's it such a secret?" she pushed, tightening her grip on his leg and letting the fingertips of her free hand run over the hollow of his knee.

Reflexively his leg twitched. Sucking in a sharp breath Elliot propped himself up on his elbows, staring at her, stunned.

"So…?" Challengingly raising her eyebrows she attacked him again.

"No!" he panted, trying to wriggle his leg out of her iron grip. But Kathy only held on stronger, continuing to tickle him. "Kathy! No! Noooo!"

"I bet his name's not Kathy," she smirked, raking her fingernails over the sensitive spot.

Elliot writhed in her hold, desperately trying to get away from her fingers but to no avail.

"M…mike! H…his name's Mike!" he gasped.

"Mike?" she chuckled, reveling in his agony. "Mike who?"

"Logan!" Elliot cried out willingly as she scraped once more over the hollow. "Mike Logan!"

She finally released her bucking husband and he pulled up his legs, wrapping his arms around them.

"Logan…" she mused. "As in Mike Logan from Major Case? I've seen his picture in the newspaper."

"That's the one," he mumbled.

For a moment she could just stare at him with open incredulity. From what little she knew of Mike Logan, she could not imagine him together with Elliot. Okay, to be honest she could not imagine Elliot with any man, least of all in bed.

But he had done it.

"Why him?" she finally whispered, stroking his bare foot.

Elliot shrugged. He did not know what else to tell her that he had not already mentioned, but she waited for an answer and he felt he owed her an explanation.

"Opportunity?" he mumbled. "What am I supposed to say? I felt so lost, lonely. I was hurting… When we met at the bar it was destiny. He invited me to play pool and then we went to his apartment." Another shrug. "He made the first move. He showed his interest and I followed his lead."

That much she already knew from his tale. Still she had no satisfying answer.

"Can't you just let it slide?" Elliot asked. He did not sound annoyed or sad. All he wanted was leave this track and get back on the other. "He was there when I needed someone… he… relieved my pain and gave me love. It was not wrong."

"I never suggested that it was wrong." Kathy sensed that he started to retreat. Reaching out for him she caressed his shin.

"But you thought it."

His features crumbled and his tone became miserable. By the look of him Kathy could tell that he remembered something. His eyes turned darker and he averted his gaze from her.

"Maybe I did," she said. "And I guess you were brooding a lot about it, too."

"Actually I wasn't."

Kathy laughed. By the tip of his nose she could tell that he was lying.

"Okay, I did," he admitted. "But I wasn't brooding about that fact that I did it. I don't regret it. I just didn't know what I should do with those new experiences. I couldn't stop thinking about how I've changed, if it could happen again, if I'm still straight." He fell silent for a moment, still refusing to look at her. "And you weren't there… I… then you told me that you hadn't handed in the signed divorce papers…"

Kathy swallowed. And?

"I didn't know what to think… where to turn…" Now he glanced over at her, looking rather embarrassed.

What can it be? It seems to bother him more than the fact that he spent a night with Logan. Then it suddenly hit her.

"Were you talking with Olivia?" she softly asked, never stopping to caress his leg.

Finally facing her he nodded.

"She… was there for me," he admitted.

Kathy let go of his leg. Reaching out further she put one finger over his lips. Surprised she noticed that she did not mind. She was glad that he actually could talk with his partner. During their sessions she had learned that he did not deliberately hurt her when he talked with someone else about what was bothering him. She was hurt because he did not confide in her, because she felt excluded. Since they were seeing Dr. Beatty this issue became better and after tonight she did not feel excluded in any way anymore.

"I'm glad that you can trust her that far," she said. "Just don't… don't shut me out again, ever."

Elliot grimaced and choked down his emotions.

"Never," he croaked.

This time he reached out for her, gently laying his hand behind her head, entangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her closer into a soft yet passionate kiss. Leaning over he pushed her back until she lay on her back.

"Will we ever get into bed tonight?" Kathy asked when he broke the kiss to nuzzle her neck instead.

He chuckled.

"What do you want in bed?" he asked challengingly.

"Nothing we couldn't do here, too," she chuckled. "I just thought it would be more comfortable in bed."

Laughing out loud he dropped on the floor beside her.

"I guess you're right," he gasped between laughter. "So… let's head upstairs."

Kathy stood up first and stretched out her arm to pull him up, too. Standing beside her now his hands were right on her again. Elliot grinned.

"So fast and impatient," she scolded. "Come with me."

She led him to the stairs where she found herself trapped in a corner, Elliot's lips sealing her own with a passionate kiss. Kathy reveled in the feeling and returned his affection equally fervently. In his eagerness he shoved her sideways and she searched for support on the stairs. Bracing herself on different steps she met his feverish demand. She wanted him as much as he seemed to want her. So she did not struggle when he settled down over her, caressing her neck and shoulders with his kisses. He worked his way down to her belly button and from there to her very core.

"Oh, Elliot!" she cried out when a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

Together they rode on waves of bliss that crashed on a shore of contentment, and a little while later they even reached their bed.

tbc…