Chapter titles can be a challenge but this was an easy one. Enjoy! PS. Heed the new rating.

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79. Consummation

"I can't believe this is really happening," Elliot said softly, his voice trembling with emotion as well as arousal.

"Me neither," Olivia whispered.

"But it is."

"Yes, it is."

Olivia lifted her head and captured his lips with hers. Her heart was pounding. His thumbs were still playing with her nipples and she suppressed another moan. She wanted to touch Elliot's body but it was like she couldn't move. She never wanted this feeling to end. She knew he could feel the scars that ran across her breasts but he was kneading her and touching her as if they weren't there. And so she decided they weren't there. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore, only them, together, like this.

When they broke off the kiss and she finally moved away a little to look at his sculpted body again, she wondered why she'd even tried to postpone this. Elliot knew his own limits. She'd seen him run with stab wounds and even with bullet holes in his body and she'd seen him fight with cracked ribs. He knew what he was capable of and she knew for a fact that he would be capable of satisfying her every need, and not come up short himself.

They were so much more than lovers and this was so much more than sex. They were two halves of a whole, only complete together, and what they were about to do, was just the physical, visible confirmation of what they already were. Of what they had always been, whether they had wanted to acknowledge it or not.

Olivia scooted back to kiss Elliot's chest and he closed his eyes. His hands were caressing her shoulders and shoulder blades now, and he reveled in the feeling of Olivia's lips on his skin. She was exploring him with her mouth, and when she made a trail of open-mouthed kisses, he held his breath until she reached on of his sensitive nipples. He groaned when her tongue licked it, and when she put her mouth over his nipple and sucked gently, his hips bucked up.

Olivia looked up at him, trying to ascertain if he was in pain, but his eyes were still closed and he was smiling. So she moved to his other nipple and repeated the process, while looking at his flushed face. His hips moved again and she smiled against his chest.

"Liv," he sighed, opening his eyes and looking at her.

Olivia sat up a little and his eyes flicked down to her breasts instantly. She grinned. She'd always known he was a breast man.

"Yeah?" she said huskily.

She could see in his eyes what he wanted to say. He wanted her so badly. Olivia sat up straight and moved off of him. The last piece of clothing had to go and they needed to remove it carefully. No unbridled passion, no ripping of clothes or banging each other up against a wall ... No. Not now. Olivia helped Elliot out of his boxer shorts carefully, not looking at him until the garment was completely off and on the floor. Only when he was ready for her and not scooting clumsily in bed anymore, did she look at his now gloriously naked body.

Elliot watched her watch him and just seeing her take him in was exciting. He'd been a little distracted when they had to work together to get his shorts off, but his body was paying attention again. He grinned when he saw a smirk forming on Olivia's face. She'd seen the visible reaction of his body to the hungry eyes that were looking at him. He had hoped Olivia's white panties would follow his shorts to the floor, but when she draped her body against his again and moved one leg between his, he was officially distracted again and kissed her, hard.

Olivia had never been one to give up control in bed, but she loved how Elliot was showing his demanding side now. She'd always known he was a passionate man and while she couldn't really picture him with Kathy in creative positions, somehow she knew he had it in him to be both tender and loving as well as hard and hungry. Maybe it was for the best that he was simply unable physically to go all out this first time. It forced them both to go slow, and she loved it. Still, feeling his muscles work, did something to her body and she could see it now ...

Their warm bodies were melding together, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck, and his skin tingled everywhere they touched. How he wished he could just flip them over and rip those panties off of her. But it was just as sexy, or even more so, to go slow. Her skin was amazing and while her scars reminded him of what she'd suffered, they didn't take away any of her beauty. Because beauty comes from the inside, and he loved her for who she was. Her luscious body was just a huge bonus and the way she was kissing and touching him, was heavenly.

"Liv," he whispered against her lips, and when she released his lower lip with a plop to look at him, he swallowed hard.

The look in her eyes mirrored exactly what he was feeling. They didn't need words. Not now. Maybe not ever when they were together like this. Their hearts and bodies were leading the way. When Olivia finally shimmied out of her panties, he couldn't breathe. When she straddled him again, he bit his lip. She was opening herself up to him. Not only her body, but all of her. Her eyes told him she was aware of it and it still scared her a little. But not enough to run away from it. She was done running, at last.

Elliot ran his palms over her thighs, up to her hips and then her waist, and they both shivered. Olivia leaned forward, placing her hands on his pecs but made sure not to put too much pressure on his chest. She tilted her hips then, carefully scooting forward until her core was resting on top of his shaft, their bodies now touching more intimately than they ever had. Elliot's breath hitched, and he could see a more confident smile spread across Olivia's face. Had she really been worried that he wouldn't be turned on by her? That he wouldn't think she was beautiful?

"Liv, you're so beau..." he started, but Olivia quickly leaned forward and placed a finger over his lips.

She shook her head but their eyes remained locked. Maybe she was right. She could see in his eyes exactly what he was thinking and what he had wanted to say. And the answer in her eyes, her obvious love for him, her trust in him, told him all he needed to know. She moved her finger to the side, caressing his lips and then leaned in to replace the finger with her own lips. Elliot's eyes slipped closed and he lost himself in the kiss, paying no attention to any discomfort his own body might give him. Feeling hers, kissing her, made it all worth while.

Olivia was trembling inside. They had kissed before, but now they were both naked and she was on top of him, their bodies touching in ways they had never done before. She almost felt like it was the first time ever she was going to make love to a man. And perhaps it was, in a way. Because never before had such a love come before the physical act, and never before had that love been so strong. While the thought of making love to Elliot had frightened her at times, because it would change everything between them, it was now the most perfect and logical next step in their relationship.

When she moved her body over his, Elliot groaned softly into her mouth. She felt his hand on her hip, gripping her a little tighter while his other hand closed over her breast once again. Feeling his hardness against her core made her break off their intimate kiss and swallow hard, and the need in her body was starting to grow. It had been so long but she was ready. More than ready at last. She lifted her hips up and reached between their bodies, wrapping her hand around Elliot's erection. His eyes snapped open and she looked at him while she moved her hand up and down a few times. He felt amazing and a surge of desire coursed through her entire body.

He held his breath when she lined their bodies up, and when she lowered her hips so his tip started to enter her, Elliot breathed in sharply.

"Okay?" she asked him, almost whispering, and Elliot could only nod.

He was more than okay and when Olivia lowered herself further, he expelled his breath, and threw his head back. They were really doing this. He was really going to make love to Olivia. His Olivia. She was his at last.

Once he was inside her, their bodies took over completely from their minds. Elliot couldn't believe how tight she was and Olivia needed a moment to adjust to the sheer size of the man. They moved slowly together until it became easier, and Olivia changed her position a little to get a better angle. They gasped and moaned together, moving slowly, touching and kissing tenderly and reading each others' bodies with their eyes closed. Elliot's hands roamed her back and they moved together as one. Not frantically, but languidly, Elliot setting the pace and Olivia mirroring and then enhancing his movements.

Her mouth was on his skin, nipping at his jaw, neck, shoulder and everywhere she kissed him he felt so alive. He was moving deep inside her and he never wanted to be anywhere else. They sped up gradually and his hip and leg didn't hurt at all. All he could feel was Olivia, on top of him and all around him. He wanted to come but he needed her to come first. Her movements were becoming more insistent, and when she pushed herself up so she was leaning on her outstretched arms, creating friction between their bodies in just the right way, he knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Ungh!"

She couldn't have stopped the sound even if she had wanted to. It all felt so good. Her body was tingling all over and the way he made her feel inside was indescribable.

"Oh yeah," Elliot whispered and knowing he was as affected by what they were doing as she was, spurred her on.

His hands were on her hips now and he was guiding her movements as she kept grinding into him, taking him in as deep as she could.

"Oh Liv!" Elliot exclaimed and Olivia didn't care anymore that Noah might hear them.

"El! Oh!" she cried out, moving even faster.

Elliot groaned and bucked up harder, needing to be even deeper inside her. He wished he could crawl inside her skin to be even closer to her than this, and he'd never felt this way before. He soft moans and cries of pleasure were pushing him to the edge fast but he wanted her to come too. He moved one hand between their bodies and found her clit. He swiped his thumb over it and looked up at her flushed face. She was staring into his eyes but when she felt her orgasm start to build, she threw her head back and screwed her eyes shut.

"El!" she said once again, and then he felt her body shudder.

She was gasping for air and grinding harder into him as her orgasm washed over her, setting her body on fire from the inside out. Elliot felt her walls contracting around him and it was his undoing. He grabbed both her hips again and pulled her into him hard, stilled for a split second and then released all he had deep inside her. His body jerked a few times and when Olivia continued to ride him, prolonging both their climaxes, he let out a long groan. Olivia fell forward then, bracing herself on her elbows and dropping her forehead to his shoulder. They stayed like this for a minute, still intimately connected, as they caught their breaths.

Elliot wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. Olivia felt warm and fuzzy inside, and so content. She couldn't remember the last time her body had felt so relaxed and she didn't know if she'd ever felt this safe before. Elliot had called her his home a few times now, and when she felt him tightening his arms around her while he was still inside her, she knew what he meant. She was finally home as well. She never wanted to let him go. And she knew now, that she would never have to. Never again.

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I hope the consummation met your approval. You've waited for 78 chapters for this after all :)
This story has almost come to an end. I will try to create a nice finale for you all, with a little jump to the time where Elliot's all better and won't have to stay on his back anymore - if you know what I mean! Meanwhile, reviews make me happy.