Hey all! Sorry it took so long for an update. It's been a long Fourth of July! lol... anyways thank you as always for reading, and i know this one is a little shorter, but I'm working on the next chapter as well! Reviews are welcome! Enjoy!

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Branded

Elliot woke up a few minutes before five in the morning. Liv was still asleep next to him, laying on her stomach, her arms pushed up under her pillow, her face covered slightly by her hair. It was starting to become light, so he took a moment to look at her. His eyes moved down her arms, to her bare back, the side of her breast, down to her hips where the sheets met her.

He cautiously inched the sheet down to take more of her in. Her right leg was bent, her knee pulled up by her hip and his eyes moved over her beautiful backside. She looked so peaceful sleeping there. He could see a few small bruises starting to form where he had gripped her throughout the weekend. He felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't meant to hold onto her so hard. He really couldn't have helped it; the need he has for her is unlike anything he's ever know. He then felt a rush of arousal as images of the last two days flooded his mind, remembering exactly how every bruise got there.

He moved his hand lightly over her skin where the marks were. Her hips, her ass, the back of her thighs, he was sure there were some on the inside of her thighs as well and he shivered at the memory of tasting her for the first time. He leaned over and softly kissed each bruise. He felt her breathe in a little deeper, and a little moan leave her mouth, followed by an almost silent whisper of his name. He smiled as his lips moved lightly over her skin.

When he got up to her hips, he noticed something. There was a scar there. It was very hard to see, but up close in the light he could make out a shape of what he thought looked like a key. He touched it with his hand, curious as to how a scar like that would get there.

Just as his mind started to wander to a precarious place, Olivia started to move, turning herself on her back. His mind was distracted by her full breast now in view. His hands slid up her stomach, his mouth following, sucking lightly on her skin. She stretched a little and arched into his mouth. He made his way up between her breasts to her collar bone, his tongue smoothing over the mark on her shoulder, and then his lips reached her ear.

"Good morning beautiful." he said, his voice low.

She smiled, her hands finding him and pulling him into a kiss as his arms snaked their way around her. It was slow, deep, and unhurried, their lips sliding across each other's, their tongues finding one another. In all her life she had never enjoyed kissing someone as much as she enjoyed kissing Elliot. His lips, his tongue, his taste… and the way he kissed her, slow and scorching, or reckless and hard taking what he wanted. Every time it did something to her. Something so deep and intense she couldn't put it into words. Even the small kisses he gave her, on her cheek, her nose, her temple, or the trail of kisses he left all over her skin, set little fires within her. Her whole body was owned by his lips. She decided she would forever wear his brand on her skin.

She anchored herself to him, tangling her legs with his. She felt overwhelming emotion sweep over her at the small action of being able to do this with him. Waking up next to him, feeling him wrapped around her. A tangled mess of arms and legs. It was something so simple. People all over the world do this every day with the person they love, to the point where it becomes common place… taken for granted even. And she was doing it with Elliot. He is here in her bed, and he loves her… He loves her. She wasn't going to take this for granted.

She could feel the tears starting to form behind her closed eye lids. She squeezed them tighter hoping to keep the tears from slipping out. She wasn't that girl. She wasn't the girl that cried during sex, she wasn't the girl who gushed over a boyfriend, or became clingy and needy. She was tough. She was independent… strong, capable.

Being a police officer, a female police officer, she couldn't let her emotions show. Cool, calm, and collected. It was a boy's club and even being a Captain, she still had to prove herself every day to her male counter parts. That somehow also translated over to her personal life. Not a single boyfriend of hers had ever really seen her cry. She never let them take care of her. The key word being "let". She never depended on anyone. Elliot was the only exception. He was always the only exception to every rule in her life.

Elliot moved his lips to her jaw slowly tasting her and she lifted her chin giving him more room. He heard her breath hitch, and what he thought was a small, stifled sob. He stopped kissing her and looked up searching for her eyes. She had them squeezed shut, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, worry creeping up in his chest.

"No… no El…" she said softly as she brought her face to meet his questioning eyes. She couldn't keep the tears back anymore, and a few slipped down her face defiantly.

"Hey…" he said, his voice soft as he pulled himself up on his elbow and brushed the tears from her face.

She rolled her eyes at herself, now feeling more tears coming, unable to stop them. Her sudden vulnerability getting the best of her.

"Hey hey hey… Liv… What's wrong?" his concern showing in his voice now. On the rare occasions that he had seen her cry, it was always caused by trauma, or a life-or-death situation. She is the strongest person he knows, and seeing her clear vulnerability squeezed at his heart.

"It's stupid…" she said, chastising herself for making him worry.

"Nothing you say, or feel is stupid… you can tell me anything Liv." He said, wiping away more tears with his thumb, leaving his hand on her face, caressing her cheek.

She brought her hand up to his face, smoothing over his jaw, feeling his features soften at her touch.

"It's just…" she paused, and then sighed. He brushed her hair off her face and looked at her, his deep blue eyes searching, waiting.

"I never thought this would happen… I never…" her voice buckled as she fought more tears. She closed her eyes and took a breath trying to clear her mind of her memories. Memories of the pain she felt when he left.

"I never thought I'd see you again…" she paused looking down, knowing it must have hurt him to hear that. She looked back up and saw the pain in his eyes.

"And I just figured I was meant to be alone…" she said.

"Liv…" his voice cracked, and his chest ached for her. Hearing her say that, knowing she really thought she deserved to be alone, trying to accept his absence was permanent… it crushed him, and he felt his eyes sting as tears built up.

She moved her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her before she spoke again.

"But you're here now… and sometimes it just hits me… this is real… and I'm… I've never been this happy Elliot…" she trailed off softly smiling at him and she felt him breathe out.

"Or this sure…" she added. "Sure, that I'm yours… and you're mine…. And sure, that this is exactly where we are supposed to be."

Her smile widened seeing her feelings mirror back in his eyes. He relaxed into her, the ache leaving his chest as her fingers moved lightly over his shoulders.

"Me too…" he said, his voice thick with emotion, and he captured her lips. He kissed her hard, taking her breath. He never wanted her to doubt his love for her, or his desire. He decided he would spend the rest of his life making sure that never happened.

He felt her arms slide under his and around his waist, pulling him to her, over her. She gasped when his growing erection slid up against her core. He couldn't wait any longer. His need to be inside her was all he could focus on. He pushed himself up onto his knees, sitting back, dragging his hands down her chest and stomach to her hips. He moved down to her thighs, pulling her legs up, placing one on each shoulder.

Her breathing was becoming deeper and more rapid at the anticipation of feeling him again slide into her. He kissed the inside of her calf and slid his hands down to her hips for leverage and locked eyes with her as he buried himself. They both moaned and he stilled, committing the feeling of her warm wet walls surrounding him to his bank of memories. Then he needed to move.

Olivia's mind was going fuzzy. With her legs on his shoulders, and the angle of his thrusts, he was hitting her so right in so many places. She was seeing sparks and her body was already buzzing. She put her hands flat on the headboard behind her to keep herself from hitting it, and she heard Elliot growl at the view she was now giving him as her breasts moved with every thrust.

She so badly wanted to scream his name, but she bit her bottom lip to stop herself. It was after all still very early, and she didn't want to wake Noah. She felt her insides tighten, and her skin tingle. She needed to feel his weight on her, wanting more of him, more skin, more hands, just… more, so she moved her hands to his forearms and pulled.

He fell forward on her, bringing her knees up to her shoulders, her feet still over his head, and braced himself on his hands surprisingly impressed by how flexible she was. He slid himself back in her, his mind shattering at how this new position made her feel even tighter around him. He started moving inside her again, now able to ground himself down on her core as well with every thrust.

Elliot felt her clamp down on him, and he thrust once more into her hard sending her over the cliff. She clung to him, riding out her orgasm, breathlessly calling out his name as her body shook with pleasure. He felt himself on that insanely sharp edge she always brought him to, trying to hold out for her climax. Knowing her body well now, he knew he could give her another release, wanting to always satisfy her completely.

He felt her legs relax ever so slightly, and he took the opportunity to hook his arms under her shoulders and began his assault on her again. She choked out a cry as he pounded back into her, hitting her already sensitive core with each thrust causing her second orgasm to come hard and quick.

"FUCK…" she yelped her voice catching in her throat, her mind lost, as Elliot sent her spiraling. Hearing her uninhibited and unhinged caused his undoing. He came inside her, moaning her name, lost in all thoughts Olivia.

They both laid there for a few minutes, riding down their climaxes, trying to regain their breath. Elliot unhooked his arms from the back of her, loosening his grip, and her legs slid off his shoulders and fell to his sides. He slid out of her, both slightly moaning at the loss, and laid his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat start to slow. Olivia brought her arms around him slowly tracing circles on his back.

"All my love…" he whispered and kissed her chest where her heart lies. Where his heart had always been.