Guys! I don't know about you but these last OC episodes are killing me! Lol. Here's the next chapter. Again all EO and M rating :-D Thanks so much for reading. Reviews are welcome! I have some thoughts for the next chapter, so as long as you guys want more, we will see!

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Beautiful Satisfaction

She had never screamed like that in her life. Her entire body was humming, and Elliot's name played like a mantra in her head.

Dear God don't let me come yet he thought. He was using every single ounce of his self-control not to lose it. The second he thrust inside her he felt her walls clamp down on him and her nails dug so deep in his back he could swear she drew blood. Holding himself on one elbow, he wrapped his other arm under her lower back holding her up against his body as her orgasm rocked her. He could feel her all over him. Her head was thrown back, her eyes screwed shut, mouth open and breathing heavy. She was still whimpering with every jolt coursing through her body.

He finally felt her arms relax and her hands moved over his back slowly. She gradually came back to him, licking her lips and opening her eyes. She looked at him. A full smile crossed her face and she started to laugh a little breathlessly.

"Oh my God… Elliot…" she said her voice soft. Her cheeks were flushed, and she sighed so full of contentment. He couldn't want her more. He brought his lips to her mouth, pushing inside her a little more, hitting her sensitive core and she broke their kiss taking a sharp breath in realizing he was still hard inside her.

"I'm not done with you yet beautiful…" he whispered.

His words were like a shot of adrenaline. Her eyes widened and she made a "mmmm" sound as she took his lips with hers. Then he started to move with purpose. He was slow at first taking his time to feel every inch of her. She could barely stifle her yell as his hips collided with hers filling her completely.

"Ugh Liv… You feel so fucking good…" he rasped in her ear.

"Harder El…" she begged. "More…" and she pulled her knees up as he moved his arms under her back and hooked them around her shoulders. He pulled his knees up around her hips so she was now between them. This gave him more leverage to thrust into her with total abandonment, every time hitting her core.

He growled something, her name maybe, but he wasn't sure. He was on a wire taught edge, totally lost in her. She was so hot and wet, begging him for more, he wasn't sure he could hold out much longer. His mind, his skin, his heart was on fire, and she was the white-hot center of it all.

He heard her moans and gasps change into something more feral, knowing she was close again. He slowed the tiniest bit and then thrust hard and ground down on her clit before he did it again, and then sped back up.

She yelped and gripped his upper back keeping his chest against hers pulling her head up to his neck.

"Oh God… Elllliiiootttt…" she dragged out his name. "I'm coming… I'm coming… " she yelled in his ear before biting down into his shoulder.

He wasn't sure what pushed him over the edge, her words in his ear or her teeth on his skin or both, but before he knew it, he was coming. Her climax was still ripping through her, dragging his out as she gripped him inside her. He completely emptied himself, her name falling off his lips before he collapsed over her.

He was heavy on top of her and still inside her, but he didn't want to move. His arms were still wrapped around her, his head resting in the crook of her neck. His breathing was starting to slow down. Olivia's hands moved slowly up and down his back leaving warm little trails now that his skin was cooling down.

He felt her take a deep breath in, and tried to move off her, but she gripped him with her hands stopping him. "Not yet…" she whispered softly, and he relaxed in her arms.

Everything has really changed between them now. She was excited… and a little terrified. She knew the panic she was feeling didn't really mean anything. She didn't regret a single thing, she knew that. But what they had just done, and what she had finally said out loud to him was… and overwhelming feeling.

She just told her partner of twelve years and the true love of her life out loud that she loved him and then he proceeded to make her orgasm twice. So, a little panic was expected. Where do they go from here? Are they together now? Is he her… boyfriend? That sounded weird to her in her head, but she couldn't keep the smile from her face as she thought it. She took another breath and pushed out all the questions starting to float around in her mind and just enjoyed this intimate moment with him.

This time after she inhaled, he pulled out of her and moved over next to her, laying on his back. She winced a little, feeling the soreness between her legs because of his size and the fact that she hasn't been with anyone in quite a while, but oh God it was such a good ache. He lifted his arm over her head, and she moved over to him tucking herself in his side as he wrapped his arms around her. It was like she belonged there. Like she had always belonged there.

She moved her arm around his waist and nuzzled her face into his chest listening to his heartbeat. His breath had finally slowed and was shallow and even. Just when she thought he was falling asleep she felt him breathe in like he was about to say something, but then didn't. She waited, wondering if he would try again.

"Liv…?" he finally said, his voice thick with sleep.

She paused, sensing a tiny bit of hesitation. He was slowly rubbing circles around her hip bone. She could tell he was struggling with whatever he wanted to ask her, and then suddenly it hit her. She knew what was causing this uncertainty in him.

"I meant it…" she responded knowing exactly where his mind was. He had told her he loved her three times now, that he was in love with her, and that he meant it. The first and second time she pretty much went the denial route and swept it under the rug like it didn't matter. And her silence on the street after he confessed his love to her did more damage, even though she begged him to come back, and it started this whirlwind romance between them.

She felt him tighten his grip on her, a small hitch deep in his chest at her words. He knew her better than anyone and knew what a huge step saying those three words out loud to him was for her. He needed reassurance. Reassurance that it wasn't a slip, or the heat of the moment and it was real.

She moved her face to look up into his eyes as he looked down at her. His were glimmering as one tear made it out and rolled down his cheek. She brought her hand up to wipe it away, smoothing her hand over his jaw, bringing her thumb across his lips.

"I love you, Elliot." She said, her voice full of intention and emotion. He let the breath out he was holding, relief washing over both of them. She was his heart. Nothing could have prepared him for the swell of true love he felt for her.

"I love you too Olivia." He said as he kissed her forehead and pulled her closer into him.

He lifted them both, pulling the covers down so they could get under them. She snuggled back into his side, bringing her leg across his and her arm rested on his chest. She started to drift off to sleep, her breathing becoming quiet and even. He laid there, tracing an infinity symbol on her hip, knowing this was his forever. It didn't take long for him to join her. The sound of his whole life asleep in his arms lulled him into a peaceful slumber.

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She woke up around three in the morning, parched and a little disoriented. She had slept like the dead. She started to stretch her body and then she remembered where she was. She was sore in all the right places and Elliot was sleeping peacefully next to her, his arm draped over her stomach.

Her mind was flooded with memories of last night. Her muscles were exhausted, and she could still feel him… everywhere. Where his hands had gripped her, on her breasts where his mouth had been, and between her legs. She didn't want to move but she needed some water. She very carefully slipped out from under his arm and quietly padded naked into the hallway. She tiptoed past their clothes and shoes that were thrown everywhere. She smiled to herself. The scene before her played like a night of passionate love making. A scene she was a part of… with Elliot.

She was just about to chastise herself for getting too sentimental, but then remembered it was ok now. She didn't have to hide her feelings away anymore. She found his black button up shirt and grabbed it on her way to the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror and almost didn't recognize herself. She looked like a wreck. But a glowing, happy, completely satisfied wreck. Her hair was a mess, the kind of mess from a night of sex, and her lips were still swollen. She ran her hands through her hair and saw the mark high on her neck under her ear. She shook her head, trying to be pissed at him, but it honestly was turning her on a little. She looked at her shoulder and saw the mark there as well. She would have to repay him for that she thought.

She used the bathroom, and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it on closing it around herself. She smelled the collar, and it sent a tingle down her spine. She could never get tired of that smell. His smell. After she washed her hands, she made her way out into the kitchen to find some water. She opened his cabinets looking for a glass and went to the fridge to fill it with cold water. As she stood there in his quiet apartment waiting for her glass to fill, she looked up at the freezer door and saw a strip of photos held by a magnet.

She squinted in the dark at the photos. She opened the fridge for the light and saw it was the strip of photos from Fin's wedding. She had completely forgotten about them. He had told her he loved her again after those were taken and she had pushed him away. She looked at the pictures and felt her pulse quicken. The last one really hit her. You could see the love in his eyes… in her eyes. He had kept them. He put them on his fridge so he could look at them every day. She took a deep breath and held them to her heart for a few seconds, and then placed them back where she found them, a smile spreading across her face.

She made her way back to the bedroom taking a long drink of water on her way in. He was still asleep, but he had shifted onto his back since she left. She stood there for a minute taking him in. He was quite a sight. His face and body were totally relaxed. He was almost painfully handsome… and devastatingly sexy. Most of their partnership he was always so wound up, tight jaw, flexing muscles… it was quite a turn on, but this Elliot… this Elliot was beautiful she thought. Relaxed and at peace… no furrowed brow, no stern lines. She couldn't help but think she was the reason for that peace.

She felt herself start to ache for him again. A need she use to suppress with all her might, but now she could do something about it. And she was going to.

She crawled over the top of him, keeping her weight on her knees as she straddled him, leaning forward on her hands placing them by his head. She kissed his jaw and moved up to his ear. She felt him stir a little. He swallowed slowly, his hands finding her, sliding to the back of her thighs. She kissed him slow, sucking in his bottom lip. He started to grip her legs, then his hands slid up to her ass, and she was greeted by his tongue in her mouth.

She purred in his mouth as his hands tightened their grip on her. She pulled back to her knees bringing her upper body down to his needing to feel him against her. She rubbed herself against his growing erection feeling her slickness coat him. They both moaned at the friction she was creating.

She had enough. Her need to feel him inside her was overwhelming her now. She sat up taking him in her hand and slowly guided him, filling herself with all of Elliot. She was immediately dizzy. Drunk with Elliot. Needing him was like needing oxygen. He was now essential to her existence in every way. His hands gripped her hips, his fingertips digging into her, and it just felt so right… so Elliot.

Elliot didn't think Olivia could be any more beautiful or sexy and yet she kept surpassing any and all expectations he had, and then she started to rock on top of him. The sight she was giving him might just actually kill him.

He watched her ride him, controlling her own pleasure. His fingers dug harder into her, there would be bruises tomorrow. His eyes focused on her face, her eyes closed, her teeth biting her lip, his name falling out of her mouth as she ground her core against him. He trailed his eyes down over her breasts, slightly covered by his shirt. His shirt… when did she put that on he thought. He watched his medallion around her neck swing in between her perfect full breasts and it spurred his arousal.

He then looked down at where their bodies were connected and moaned at the sheer perfection of seeing and feeling his cock slide into her. His right thumb went to her clit and started rubbing it, coating it in her slickness that was now spreading on her thighs.

She took a sharp breath in, and her body jerked at his touch.

"Yesss… El… oh God yes!" She moaned. Her hands slid up her own thighs and to her breasts caressing her sensitive nipples, causing her head to fall back.

"Fuck…" he grunted. Watching her touch herself caused him to become unglued. He came with a low loud moan, her name attached at the end. She leaned over him still rocking on him, feeling his continuing release inside her.

"Look at me…" she begged, out of breath. His eyes shot straight into hers and she came on top of him, her orgasm shaking her to her bones.

She finally slowed her movements and rested her hands on his chest, trying to hold herself up. His palms soothed over where he had gripped her.

He slid his hands inside his shirt to her waist and pulled her down to him. He needed to feel her against his skin, her weight on him like she needed his weight on her earlier in the night. His lips found hers and it was slow and heated.

"You look good in my shirt." He said smiling at her, brushing hair out of her face.

"Almost as good as you look in it." She said smirking back at him.

"Mmmm better than me…. Much better than me, but you look even better with nothing on." He said and kissed her nose. He then gently pulled his shirt off of her.

She blushed and tried to gracefully move off of him, but her legs were weak, and she sort of wobbled and slipped over to his right on the bed next to him. They both laughed, and she smacked him in the stomach with her hand for laughing at her. He pulled the sheets over them and snuggled up to her as she turned on her side so he could spoon her. She trailed her fingers over his forearms kissing his hand as her eyes started to close. He kissed her ear.

"I love you Olivia." he said as he breathed in her hair and tightened his arms around her.

"I love you too Elliot." she said softly, and they both drifted off to sleep.