CHAPTER 11
The ride back to Olivia's apartment was a long, silent one. She didn't want to speak to Elliot until they were safely at home. As she pulls into the parking garage, Elliot puts his hand on her knee and gives it a gentle squeeze. She looks at him, reassuringly. She parks and gets out. She maneuvers Elliot's chair, which is difficult to do on her own, out of the car and to the passenger door. He gets into his chair and they go to the elevator. Still not speaking, they ride the elevator to the fourth floor. She puts her hand on his shoulder. He knows this is her way of telling him she is still there, for him, with him. They enter her apartment and Elliot wheels himself to the couch and slides himself onto it. He hates sitting in that chair and he wants to be able to be closer to her. She locks the apartment door, takes off her coat and shoe. He breaks the silence.
"Liv. Honey." As always, she interrupts him. She is limping towards him. He wants to talk to her, to help her, but he knows that she will come to him in her own time, when she is ready.
"El, PLEASE let's not talk right now." Olivia pleads as she straddles him on the couch. She cups his face in her hands and begins to kiss him, gently at first but becoming more passionate with each passing second. His hands are at her waist. They slowly move upward, taking her shirt with them. He takes her shirt off, slides his hands under her ass, lifting her up wards and towards him. He kisses her stomach as he unsnaps her bra. He pulls her bra off, revealing her soft, supple breasts. Her nipples were hard as he sucks deeply on them. She moaned as she threw her head back. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him, then stood up. As she started to work her belt, he put his hand on hers to stop her. He scooted to the edge of the couch as he said "Please, let me."
He unbuckled her belt, kissing her lower abdomen. He slowly slid her pants down, lets his finger tips tenderly brush her legs along the way, sending chills through her body. He carefully maneuvers them over her boot. He slipped his fingers into her panties, caressing the tender skin. He pulled her panties off and slid his hands back up her inner thighs. In one strong, solid motion, he lifted her broken leg and put it on his shoulder, took her ass into his strong hands and pulled her into him. He flicked his tongue over her swollen, hypersensitive clit. She was digging her nails into the back of his head, yelping and moaning, losing herself to him. His tongue entered her and her knees went weak. She pulled away from him, trying to keep her balance. She bent over, kissing him as she unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his knees. He was rock hard. She kissed her way back up she legs until she reached his throbbing shaft. She licked him, teasing him with her tongue. He moaned, his sounds driving her mad. He couldn't take anymore and he pulled her on top of him, entering her hard as he slammed her down him. She cried out in ecstasy and pain. He had his hands on her, controlling her every move. As he brought her down on him, thrust upward, each time with more force than the last. She started to shake, her muscles becoming rigid. She cried out his name repeatedly, until it was just a scream. A tidal wave of pleasure swept over her as she felt him gush inside her. Their thrusting slowed. She collapsed on top of him, with him still inside her. She didn't want to move, didn't want to risk releasing him. She wants to keep him as close as possible and she can't think of being any closer than they are right now. As her head lay on his shoulder, he strokes her hair. He hadn't realized how long it had gotten. She lifted her head and kissed him soothingly.
She looked into his eyes and quietly whispered "I love you" into his ear.
He put his arms around her and held her tight. She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. He whispers back "I love you Olivia. I promise I will make this up to you. Everything up to you."
Without lifting her head, she shakes it as he speaks, letting him know he owes her nothing. His words are calming to her, she feels safe, really safe. He pulls a blanket off the back of the couch and covers them both as they drift into a peaceful rest, together.