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They stood still for a long moment, just holding on to each other, breathing in sync; eventually Scotty cleared his throat softly, lifting his head.
"Lil? Could you… could you do somethin' for me?"
"Of course." She tightened her hold of his fingers, wondering what was going on. "Anything."
"Smile," he whispered, his other hand again tenderly rubbing her neck. "Smile for me. This might sound… a little weird, but your smile just… it charges me, an' without it I feel… empty. When you don't smile, somethin's wrong, and… I need to see you smile so that I know you're okay."
Lilly felt more touched than she'd ever been before in her entire life, tears again rising to burn in her eyes; she ignored them and gave him what he needed, realizing it really had been way too long since she had last smiled as even her facial muscles felt like they were getting a workout. There hadn't been much to smile about lately, she mused to herself, but now there was again, and with it, she felt joy breaking through to shine in her soul. A tremble moved through Scotty, his eyes closing, the long, dark lashes pressing against his cheeks.
"Thank you," he breathed out, one tear emerging from each eye, slowly moving down his cheeks that still held the very sexy stubble, now a little darker and more noticeable than earlier in the morning, and Lilly wasted no time kissing his tears away, an insane flash of heat and desire slamming into her when her lips touched his skin. It was surprisingly soft, and he smelled so incredible; she really needed to find a way to bottle it somehow so she could take a bath in his scent.
Her lips found his a nanosecond later, a small whimper leaving her; Scotty groaned in response, deepening the contact instantly, skillfully coaxing her mouth open and her knees gave way, the breathtaking kiss stripping her of all capability to keep standing. He caught her, held her up, one hand still in her neck, his other arm wrapping around her waist, his strength transferring into her and this kiss was completely different from the one on the previous day. That kiss, their first, had still been somewhat tentative; this one was primal, sheer lust, their tongues exploring and battling in such an erotic way, making every cell in her so alive and so full of heated, molten lava of desire that Lilly thought she might perhaps spontaneously combust very soon. She'd never been kissed like this before, almost devoured, her head spinning; everything else faded away and all she was aware of were his burning lips and his hands on her body, her jacket getting pushed from her shoulders, falling onto the floor.
"God, Lil," she heard him whisper when they had to break apart in order to breathe; she tried desperately to regain her oxygen supply, his mouth moving to her neck to cover it with kisses and her head fell back, a loud, needy moan escaping her. She would definitely have a hickey or a few soon, along with stubble burns as her skin was so light, but she didn't care, only focused on the sensations he was creating in her. On the day before she had been so stunned by the kiss at first, then completely freaked out by the incredible feelings overtaking her like a landslide, making her freeze on the spot; by the time she'd recovered enough to really get into it, they had been rudely interrupted just a bit later by a couple of teenagers, the moment over. But now there was no one else, no one to bother them, and she never wanted to stop this; blindly she searched for his mouth again, grasping his shirt and tearing it open, little buttons shooting to every direction.
Scotty laughed against her lips and she growled, smiling, nibbling on his full lower lip and really not understanding how she had managed to work alongside this man for so long without doing this much, much earlier. She'd always been aware of how gorgeous he was, his body tall, beautifully built; on the surface he was sometimes so cocky and sure of himself, but Lilly knew that was all an act, was fully aware that underneath her partner's playboy exterior was a sweet, caring, honest and loyal man who appreciated family above all, who craved to love and to be loved just like she did. He had enjoyed a much happier upbringing than her, but still had his own insecurities, his personal demons to battle.
Her shirt was open now too, she realized, the black lapels falling to the side and revealing one of her favorite bras, its lacy rim snug against the swell of her breasts; he stopped kissing her, his eyes moving over her and the hungry expression in his eyes brought another flash of lava into her belly, another wave of weakness to her shaky legs.
"Eres tan hermosa," he muttered, brushing his fingers against the lace. "Bella."
She didn't know much Spanish but that she understood, her face getting hot, her eyes burning again fiercely. Scotty looked up, a tender smile playing on his lips and she removed his shirt, leaving him in a white sleeveless undershirt and without any further ado she pulled that over his head too, her mouth dry and her eyes wide as she stared at the expanse of muscle, strong arms, and just the right amount of chest hair that she just had to touch instantly, making his perfect abs shiver as she ran her fingers along his upper body to the waistband of his pants.
"You're stunning," she told him quietly, really not quite sure how a man like him could possibly be interested in her; she'd received her fair share of compliments from boyfriends and other men, friends, witnesses, suspects even, from Scotty himself just a moment ago, but still she'd never been that sure of her own attractiveness. He seemed to read her mind, tugging her head up and crushing his lips to hers in another heart-stopping kiss, his hands falling onto her hips and pulling her into him, not a millimeter of space remaining between them, making it fully obvious just how much he wanted her.
"Do you need me to tell you again, Lil?" he asked, his voice low, so unbearably sexy. "Bella. Perfección."
Jesus, if he kept this up she might very well faint soon, really needing to get off her legs now; even the single syllable of her shortened name from his lips was enough to bring more and more desire, and she had no idea how she would ever be able to hear it at work again without instantly ripping his clothes off. She remembered the first time he had used it, at first calling her Rush, before tentatively moving to Lilly, then finally to Lil, and it had sounded so good, so different somehow from everyone else. Maybe it was the fact he was bilingual, the Spanish lilt sometimes bleeding through to English; her favorite interviews had always been the ones where he alternated between the two languages, the switch so effortless and easy that she'd just listened, fascinated, not even remembering to be annoyed despite sometimes not understanding a damn word.
"I want you," she whimpered, attempting to tug his belt open. "Please…"
"Patience, beautiful." Scotty's eyes narrowed teasingly, his teeth nibbling at her jawline, then soothing it with kisses; then he gently tugged the hairband from her ponytail, liberating the blonde strands down to her shoulders. "Mmm. Diosa."
Lilly frowned, her brain too fuzzy now to even attempt to understand anything. "What?"
He smiled, pressing his lips onto her forehead. "Goddess."
"Oh." She leaned against him, rewarding his compliment with a few kisses along his chest. "Far from it, but thank you."
"I mean it; you're so incredible, Lil." He found her lips for a tender kiss, then picked her up, one arm behind her knees and the other supporting her shoulders, smiled at her surprised moan. "I didn't think I would ever… that we could ever be in this situation together. Never in a million years. I hoped, but..."
She very much enjoyed being on his arms, getting carried to his bedroom; he lowered her onto the bed carefully and she tugged him to her immediately, not willing or able to deal with even a moment's break from touching.
"Why were you so angry at me yesterday?" she asked quietly, caressing his chest, feeling stronger now that she didn't have to stand anymore. "After the kiss?"
"I was so sure I'd made a royal mess of things, an' you would never… feel the same way, that you would take the FBI job an' leave immediately, that I'd never even see you again," he explained, looking apologetic, his brow furrowed in the way that told her he was beating himself up, worried he'd hurt her with his actions on the day before. Lilly sniffled, grasped his face and pulled it against hers, breathing him in, trying her best to soothe him.
She had so much she wanted to say to him, seven years worth of pent-up things and emotions, but right now desire was on the driving seat, and the truth was that she could talk until the end of time and it would still never be enough to convey all of her gratitude and everything he meant to her, some of which she was only now realizing. She attacked his belt, getting it open this time and pushing his pants and boxers off, moaning with need as she felt him hard against her hands, just needing him inside her now. He was having none of it, however, letting out a throaty growl and pulling her up, removing her shirt and kissing his way across her chest before snapping open the buckle of her bra; then her upper body was bare and Scotty was attached to her nipples, caressing her with lips and tongue in a way that had her release a series of low moans and whimpers. It felt so goddamn good, and she watched the contrast between her light skin and his black hair with total fascination; he looked up at her, his gaze changing into an expression of such tenderness before he pressed his lips onto the scar on her shoulder and hot tears welled up in her eyes immediately.
He kissed the raised skin gently, as though attempting to soothe it; it was faded but still visible, always would be, a reminder of that awful night. They hadn't talked about it, apart from the thank you she had uttered to him after returning to work; that had seemed so halfhearted when in reality she had wanted to tell him a lot, lot more, but had of course been unable to bring herself to do so. He had saved her life and words seemed simply inadequate; now as he tenderly caressed the scar with his lips, then moved to find her mouth in a searing, most emotional kiss she'd ever received in her life, Lilly wondered if perhaps words weren't needed at all. She too poured everything she had into the kiss in return, hoping he understood; relief washed over her when their eyes met again during a breathing break and his gaze seemed clearer now, calmer. Releasing a shaky breath, she watched him press kisses lower, down to her flat belly, effortlessly open and remove her pants and she lifted her hips to aid in their removal.
She had no doubt her panties were completely soaked through, she could feel it and his lustful groan confirmed it a couple of seconds later; he gave her a teasingly arched eyebrow, slowly peeling the fabric down her legs. Lilly kicked her panties the rest of the way off, now laying completely bare in front of him and he took a long, leisurely look at her, his dark eyes seeming to burn her, igniting every inch.
"Jesus, Lil," he muttered, pressing a kiss on both hipbones. "Gorgeous."
She tried to tug him upwards, needing his lips on hers again after at least two minutes without, which was two minutes too long; Scotty seemed to understand, returning back up and she gasped at the first press of bare skin against bare skin, wrapping one leg around his hips and slamming her mouth onto his with a need that she hadn't known could even exist in her.
"Please… now…"
Still kissing her, he reached towards the nightstand, using his teeth to rip the little packet open; she tried to find some tiny shreds of patience, wanting him so goddamn much, the fire in her core starting to become unbearable. Then he grasped her hands, brought them to both sides of her head, their fingers entwining securely, nudged her legs apart and pushed inside her; they both moaned loudly at the sensation, her eyes closing, her head falling backwards at the absolutely delicious, sublime way he filled her so completely, stretched her to the max.
"Oh God," she whimpered, arching her hips and getting him even deeper, the fierce burning of emptiness eased now, replaced with a different sort of inferno all through her body; he felt incredible, absolutely incredible, and from the expression on his face she could tell he was enjoying her just as much. They rocked together, instinctively finding the perfect rhythm, ages old; her legs were tightly wrapped around him, his hands still holding onto hers, their mouths firmly connected until the need for air became unbearable, the room filling with moans, whispered words.
Jesus Christ, this had to still be a dream.
Scotty was sure that any second now his alarm clock would go off, awaken him from this very, very delectable, perfect dream in which he was inside Lilly Rush, his stunning partner, had her long, slender legs around him, her hands tightly grasping his as she met his every thrust halfway, her hips rocking into his in such a sinfully beautiful manner.
And then she moaned, the sound that had driven him to madness already on the day before and now did so a thousand times more; it was such an unbearably sexy sound and somehow it seemed to anchor him into reality. Holy shit, this was actually true, this was actually happening. Her eyes were full of heat, like stormy, swirling oceans, a darker blue than he had ever seen them before, her cheeks thoroughly flushed; they were both drenched in sweat and he muttered something in Spanish, not even sure what, but from the way her lips curved into a slight smile, she had perhaps understood at least some of it.
"Harder," she whimpered, fighting her hands free from his grasp and pressing her nails into the skin of his back; the sting only served to bring more pleasure and he obeyed, blood roaring in his ears, a release imminent. He wasn't going to allow it to himself yet, however, not until he'd given one to her; judging by her increasing moans and the way she was biting her lips, it wouldn't take long, his name escaping her lips in a strangled groan.
"Scotty…I'm..."
"I know, baby. I know," he muttered, kissing her neck, pulling almost fully out of her and sliding back in slowly, torturously, then again, and again, until speeding up once more. "Let go, bella. You feel so good. So good."
The sight and feel of Lilly unraveling would forever be etched into his memory, he was completely convinced of that, not to even mention the scream that the strength of her orgasm drew from her; he felt her rapid contractions, her face so unbearably gorgeous, the scream followed with more moans and little aftershocks. He lost it right there and then, calling out her name repeatedly as blinding pleasure exploded through him in a release that seemed to last forever.
"Oh my God," she panted, her body relaxing now, melting into the bed; Scotty choked out some kind of a response, not entirely sure if he'd be capable of logical speech any time soon. He attempted to move off her, not wanting to crush her, but she prevented any such plans for a moment longer until finally agreeing to reluctantly release him and they rolled over. She ended up onto his chest, her blonde hair looking like pure silk against his skin, damp in places and he entangled one hand into it, starting to rub her neck, smiling as Lilly practically purred.
"We've got to get some sleep, Lil," he managed to mumble, feeling exhaustion pressing heavily on him, not just due to the long, long day and night they had spent looking for her sister but also to what had just happened, the most incredible experience of his entire life thus far. Due to his long relationship with Elisa, he actually hadn't been with as many women as he knew a lot of people thought, but even the ones he had been with previously were long gone from his mind now, all forgotten, his whole universe focused on this one right here; she'd ruined him for everyone else, he was done for, completely. And not even remotely bothered by any of it.
"I know," she whispered, raising her head and studying him with serene, now lighter blue eyes. "I… Christ, that was incredible."
"I fully agree." Scotty managed a tired grin, tugged her close for a tender, long kiss, forcing himself to separate from her after a while even though he really didn't want to. "Duerme, por favor."
Lilly tilted her head, leaned against her elbows. "What's that mean?"
He laughed a little, rubbing her back. "Sleep, please."
"If you want me to sleep, you really shouldn't speak to me in Spanish, Valens," she told him with a stern expression, slightly tainted by the smile tugging at her lips. "It makes me want to… do other things entirely."
"Yeah? I'll definitely keep that in mind for future reference." He chuckled, filing the note into his Lilly guidebook; that was just exploding with new material now and warmth overtook his heart as he gazed at this incredible, incredible woman, pressed a tender kiss onto her forehead. "Come 'ere, you."
He wrapped his arm tightly around her and she yawned deeply, now finally seeming to be as thoroughly exhausted as he felt; she tucked her blonde head underneath his jaw and he reached to pull up one edge of the bedspread, covered them with it, falling instantly into deep sleep with his lips pressed against her silky hair.
