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"This is..." he paused and looked at her, a can of beer just in front of his lips. He stopped mid-sip to speak. "Fucking weird."
Olivia shrugged, watching him intently as he gulped down whatever was left in the can. She cringed when he crushed it in his left hand and tossed it into a small trash can, and she heard the clang as it hit the three that were already at the bottom. "Please," she almost whispered, "Stop."
He scoffed, grabbing another can and sauntering over to the couch. "These are weak," he told her, popping the tab. He took a long sip and raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm obviously not driving."
"Cragen's already pissed off at us," she said, and her head jerked to the left, indicating the area of the room that housed the camera. "Don't give him more of a reason to fire you."
"He can't," he said smugly. "We're off duty." He took another long sip of his beer, then set the can down on the coffee table. "Sorry, I just...I'm sorry." He felt a pang of guilt. He knew she hated when he drank that much, and he knew why. He bit his bottom lip, then, and looked to his left, eyeing the blinking red dot of the camera that was meant to make him feel safe. It did nothing but the opposite. He reached for her hand and tangled his fingers between hers. "Can we..." he stopped and looked at her, getting lost in her brown eyes. "There are only two rooms in the house they didn't wire, so can we please go into one of them? I hate being watched."
"Is that what this is?" she asked, pointing to his half-empty can. "You're...what, nervous?" She smirked. "You afraid they'll see something they shouldn't?"
"Just...afraid, in general," he admitted. "We're in the middle of fucking nowhere, and we're constantly on Candid Camera." He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "Fin called. They have no fucking idea where Haven is, now; they have Tyler in lock-up, he isn't talking." He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I'm going crazy not being able to go after this prick and kill him myself, and on top of it, we're in a federal safe house. Federal, baby, you know how I feel about working with..."
"We aren't working with him." She shook her head and moved just a bit to her left, letting her lips drag lightly over the skin of his neck. "You don't even have to talk to him. You really hate him, huh?" She teased the thin skin behind his ear with her tongue, an effort to distract him.
He nodded and moaned, feeling her teeth graze over his pulse, and lowered his voice. "And I really don't want to put on a show for him right now." He chuckled and said, "As much as I would love to rub this in his face."
She pulled her lips away from his neck and looked at him. "I'm scared, too," she confessed. She brought her hand up to his cheek. "But I'm with you, so I'm...okay." She let her hand fall, following the lines and curves of his body, until it smoothed between his legs. She bit her lip and leaned into him. "I really don't care what Porter sees, by the way."
He moaned once more, and then smiled at her and got to his feet. "I do," he growled as he pulled her off of the couch and into his arms. He heard her yep and laugh, and he felt her wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her as he carried her up the stairs and into the first bedroom on the left. He threw her on the bed with an evil grunt and pulled his tee shirt off over his head. He threw it to the ground and yanked down his flannel pants before leaping on top of her.
She laughed, throwing her head backward into the pillows. "You're crazy," she teased.
"About you," he clarified, peppering her neck with soft kisses as his eager hands tugged and twisted her clothes, prying them off of her body. As he lowered her pants, he lowered his mouth, dragging his lips down her toned body, skimming along every bit of newly exposed skin. He stopped at her hips, letting his tongue poke out and lick along the dip of her inner thigh.
She jerked a bit as his actions sent shockwaves coursing through her. "What are you..." she gasped, getting an answer to her question. She felt him give a hard tug, taking her pants fully off, and she heard them plop to the floor. She took another harsh breath as she felt his tongue swipe up the juncture of legs, and her hands flew to the back of his head
He moaned as his eyes closed; he delved in deeper, sweeping his tongue upward over and over. She tasted like salted caramel, so sweet with a spicy kick. He moaned again, realizing how perfectly that described her. He spread her open a bit wider with his thick fingers, dragged his tongue up again, slowly, and then flicked the tip of it rapidly over her clit.
"Oh, my god," she breathed, her back arching, her body pressing against his face.
He moaned, growing more voracious. He loved hearing her sounds, feeling her buck against him, proud that it was all because of him and determined to make sure he would be the only one, for the rest of her life.
"El," she almost growled, "Please." She dug her nails into his scalp and scratched, trying to pull him up, needing to feel more of him, all of him.
"What?" he said, his eyes narrow, still teasing her wet, sensitive flesh with his tongue.
"God, please..." she begged, her back arching even more. He was going to make her cum any minute, and she was torn between needing it to happen and wanting to hold off until he was inside her, where she needed him the most. She looped one hand under his chin and pulled, finally bringing him up to meet her face.
He held her gaze for a moment as he shifted his legs and waist, and he smiled down at her. "This is my favorite place, in the whole world," he told her. He kissed her as he pushed into her slowly. "Right here," he said on a grunt, "With you."
Her nails scraped downward from his head to his back and she dug her nails in deep, right under his shoulder blades, as he bottomed out, his pelvis kidding hers. "Oh, God, Elliot," she whispered, closing her eyes, relishing in the moment.
He stayed still, breathing calmly with his eyes shut, too. He needed to feel, just for a moment, the way she enveloped him, the way she took him into her. With a kiss, he began to move, slowly and deeply, the buzz of the alcohol long worn off. He was intoxicated now only by her, getting more and more inebriated by the second.
One of her legs slid up his body and curled around his thrusting body, her heel digging in and forcing him deeper. "God," she moaned. "Oh, God."
"Fuck," he spat, speeding up as he felt her starting to tighten around him. He pressed his open palms into the mattress on either side of her head. "Oh, no you don't," he teased, kissing her. "Not yet." He hit into her harder, but slower, dragging each thrust as much as he could, needing this to last. He felt her nails pierce his skin and he seethed, her name flying out on a breath. "Fuck, baby."
She whimpered, his name only a mew as it left her lips, and she was now teetering on the edge, every long stroke by him only prolonging an eruption. "Elliot," she whispered, her head lolling to one side. "Oh, my God," she intoned.
He felt her clamp a but harder and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep her hanging in the slight balance for much longer. He growled when she started to pulse around him and he moved faster, harder, deeper, because there was no way he in he would let her fall without jumping after her. "Shit," he panted, and then his lips crashed into hers to catch her cries. He could feel the vibrations of her body, hear the echoes of her moans and curses reverberate in his mouth and against his ears. It only served to bring on his own powerful release, firing like a cannon into her. He shook and trembled as his body convulsed and he felt her do the same, undulating beneath him. The moment before he calmed, he gathered the strength to flip them over.
She lay sprawled on him like a tired cat, her heart pounding in time with his, she could tell. Her left hand was over his heart. "God, damn, El," she breathed.
He chuckled and ran his hands up and down her wracked body, bringing new goosebumps to light at his touch. He was still twitching inside of her, and her light whimpers and soft moans told him she could feel every bit of movement, and she loved it. This was his haven, in her arms, in her, with her. "I have a question for you."
"Don't ask me to marry you," she told him, only half-kidding. "Not like this," she added with a laugh.
"Well, no, not that," he told her, laughing with her. He took a deep breath, wondering if now would even be a good time to broach the subject, whether it was too soon or too late. "I just...you want kids, right?"
Her eyes popped open. She lifted her head and slowly turned to look down at him, wide-eyed. "What are you..."
"Just...let me say this, before you have a heart-attack," he said, and then he took another breath. "This whole fucking ordeal...this guy coming after us, almost getting crushed by that car..." he grew more nervous as he tried to talk to her. He took another shaky breath and let it out fast through pursed lips. "Life is really fucking short, and anything can happen...we can go at any moment...nothing has proven that more than the last month. So I am asking...if you still want kids."
"You know I do," she said, her eyes narrowing. "But what does that have to do with..."
"Before anything happens to me," he interrupted, but he looked into her eyes again and he saw the fear and mild confusion in them. "I want to make all your dreams come true, Liv. Anything...everything...you want, or need...it's my job to make sure..."
"Nothing is going to happen," she said, cutting him off, "To either of us. We have all the time in the world." She kissed his lips softly.
He took longer than usual to open his eyes after her kiss, and there were tears in them when he did. "What if we don't?"
She knew what he was saying, she tried desperately to ignore the fact that he might've been right. "Do you want..."
"Damn right I do," he told her, and the seriousness in his voice startled both of them. He didn't even know how much he meant it until she asked. "I don't want you to...I don't want to regret...we both deserve..." and then the tears that had been threatening the backs of his eyes all day had finally spilled.
She brushed them away with the pads of her thumbs and kissed him. "We aren't going to let anything happen to each other," she whispered to him, searching his eyes for some sign that he believed her. Still, she saw the fear, and the honesty, and the trust, and the love, and she knew that he'd give his life for her if he had to, and that's what his greatest fear would be: leaving her alone. She took another breath, and when she saw him smirk, one eyebrow rising and one eye twinkling, she had to concede. She smiled. "Okay."
His eyes widened and he gave a small gasp, but she pressed her finger to his lips before he could speak.
"But," she began, "Let's get through this, first, huh?" She kissed him. "That's something I really don't want to share with Porter."
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