A/N: Inspired and for the bae.
Hope all you are having a happy holiday season!
This has established EO, and is very M. So you're warned.
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
(The River – Sarah Maclachlan)
If they dusted her body for fingerprints, they would only find his rough, calloused ones, handprints that could easily wrap around her wrists.
That once had.
She puts down her glass of wine and stares out at the city, the Christmas trees peppering the windows, lights hanging from balconies haphazardly, and she wonders if she'll ever be able to shake the chill from her bones again.
Ooo
For a moment he had everything. It wasn't surprising that he had lost it, that just seemed to be his kind of luck, the almost…almost enough, almost forever.
If he closes his eyes when he's half asleep, he swears, to a God he's not sure he believes in anymore, that he can feel the softness of her curves as they melded against him. They had fit, in a way he knew he could never find with anyone else. She was the missing piece.
Now she was gone again.
Ooo
A finger trails over the cobalt sweater, its soft fabric making goosebumps erupt all over her skin. She sighs, and picks it up off the pile, and walks to the register with it. As soon as the cool breeze hits her skin, she wonders why the hell he just bought an 80 dollar cashmere sweater for someone she hasn't seen in six months.
She knows why, because you still love him.
Ooo
The silver chain looks more delicate in his hand than he had remembered when he first bought it and put it away for holidays. It seems stupid now but when he slides it back into his drawer, her realizes he still wants her to have it…if only as a reminder of him she can look at when she's digging for a pair of earrings and remember.
Remember that he loves her.
Ooo
It's 8:00 pm on Christmas Eve when she decides she's going to go give him his gift. Sure he's probably with Kathy and the kids in Queens but she'll just go to the apartment in Brooklyn and try. If he's not there, she can just leave it on his doorstep.
She admits it's the easy way out but at least he'll know she was thinking of him, and she won't have to face him, look into his eyes and not see them shining like they had once done because she realizes that…it would be the end of her.
Grabbing the keys and the wrapped box, she spins open the door and he stands there, his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes still shining.
Ooo
He sat in shitty Christmas Eve traffic, on a whim. He had been driving, headed home, looked in the glove compartment, saw the box and made a last minute decision. It took everything he had to not to turn around and go back because as much as he wanted to see her, the idea of her looking disappointed when he showed up at her door, would be the death of him.
His hand is poised to knock when the door swung open, and she's standing there, mouth widened in surprised before he watches her lips twitch slightly upwards.
Ooo
There is a surge of shock and surprise in her chest, but she can't help from the way her heart beats faster at the sight of him, blue eyes beckoning and sparkling, "Liv" he whispers but she can see him stiffen up and avert his eyes, "Shit, you were going out, I just wanted" he starts to say.
"I was coming to see you" she admits, holding the package out and looking down to the ground.
A chuckle comes from his lips and once again their gazes meet and he holds out the same silver package, "Guess we had the same idea"
Her chest constricts and she closes her eyes, fighting back the sigh of relief, "Come in, please"
Ooo
The nod is all he can muster, the scent of her shampoo tickling his nostrils as he follows her in to the room he has memorized, thankful she hasn't changed it too much. The couch where they made love, the remote they playfully fought over during baseball season, "I've missed this place" he says suddenly, not realizing the words are coming out of his mouth until she's turning to him, eyes wide.
"I've missed you" he says more pointedly and he watches as her eyes fill with tears, and he wants to come forward, to rub his thumbs under her eyes and dry the tears that begin to fall, but he doesn't want to push the line.
A knot forms in her throat and he watches it bob, "I've missed you too" she admits.
That is all the confirmation he needs to step forward, and open his arms, feeling her step into them, gripping his jacket as she tucks her head against his neck.
Ooo
Her fingers dig into his wool coat, and she kisses the side of his neck without even thinking about what she's doing because right now, it's all on instinct because he's back and he's here.
His head moves and their mouths are hovered over each other, foreheads touching, nose to nose, "I'm sorry Liv, I'm so fucking sorry" and he's not the only one who has to apologize but all she can do to keep breathing is press her lips against his and inhale him.
She can feel his hands moving into her hair, pulling her even closer, the desperation to be touching is palpable for both of them as her hands slide under his jacket, finding the soft cotton underneath, aching for his skin.
Ooo
Their lips tangle as their tongues slide soft and warm against each other, teasing and pulling, his hands trying to push her jacket off her shoulders, her own under his and he's dizzy because this wasn't what he expected.
Pulling away he rests his forehead against hers, "Liv"
She shakes her head, "Elliot, please" and it's with a whimper that any resistance he thought he had, crumbled between them.
His hands pull her jacket off greedily, her hands tugging at the undershirt tucked into his pants and their mouths haven't broken for more than a couple of seconds to pull clothing over heads. He grabs the buckle of her jeans and pulls her to him, bare chested, her lacy bra making his skin crackle with heat.
"I love you" he tells her brushing a piece of hair from her face, "I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry too" she admits, staring at him, "I love you too"
"No more sorries" is the last thing he says before crashing his mouth to hers.
Ooo
When his mouth hits her skin, she loses any resolve she thought she had. She is powerless against him, and as his lips close around her pert nipple, she rakes her nails down his scalp and hisses as her teases her. He moves between the buds, lavishing attention, until they're both sharp and swollen, wet in his saliva and he's blowing on them with a smirk, "You pleased?" she asks.
That gets a shake of the head and he's lifting her up against him as he rises to stand, long limbs wrapped around his waist, "Not even fucking close" he tells her as he pushes them both down onto the couch, kissing her hard before moving down her body.
He peppers kisses down her torso, suckling down her ribcage, dipping his tongue into her belly button and teasing her until she's bucking and practically begging for it. He bites her thigh and she grabs his head, pushing it between her thighs.
"This what you want?" he asks licking a long line between her slit.
Ooo
His tongue tingles in remembrance, the sweet tanginess of her spreading across him as he licks her core, dipping inside of her before he's moving upwards to play with her clit, swirling and flicking before moving away. He wants to pull it from her, make her beg, her hips bucking up to meet him. So he suckles her lips, teases her core, until she's panting, "Fucking Elliot" she says twisting.
It's all he needs to take her clit between his lips and suckle, bite down, make her scream with need as she wraps her thighs around his head and she's crying out for him as she cums.
Slowly he lets her ride it out, pulling up her body, "I love you Liv" he whispers when they're pushed flushed together.
"I love you too"
Ooo
She takes his length into her hand and guides him inside of her, needing to full him deeply, joined together. He hits the end of her slow, and the kisses are long, hard as he begins to rock inside of her as her nails dig into his ass, egging him on.
"More" she whispers nipping down his neck, "More"
He pulls back and plunges deeper, moving harder, ass clenched as he pumps into her, her heat encasing him, juices sliding down them both.
"Please, please, please" she yells.
Sweat drips down them both, bodies moving off the couch as they work in their frantic rhythm. It takes three strokes, and she freezes, clenching him, "Oh god, yes, yes, yes"
He lets go, deep in her, feeling the warmth spread through both of them before their bodies collapse.
Ooo
Their bodies are curved together, the throw blanket spread over them as someone lights off fireworks outside. He looks at the clock on the wall, "Merry Christmas Liv"
She murmurs and moves closer, a Merry Christmas indeed.