AN: Thanks for sticking with me on this journey. There are a handful of chapters to come, but they are not going to follow any set schedule because my main focus is on With Love, From Rome. If you haven't, please check out that story. It's a long distance, letter writing, hiatus fic.
And as I noted in the first chapter, this story is inspired by a Bones (TV) fan fic by the same name. It's a great fic and you should totally check it out if you also love Bones and Booth!
Thanks again for reading!
"My god, Liv," Elliot mumbles into her comforter where he's planted face down next to her, panting. "I knew we'd be good, but…" he trails off.
"Yeah," Olivia agrees, still working to catch her breath and waiting for the feeling to return to her fingers and toes. He is right. They were damn good. It has been a while since she's come twice with a partner. Hell in her last two relationships she was lucky to come once. Years ago, she swore that she'd never settle for a bad lover, but loneliness makes people accept things that they would have never before.
He grunts as he rolls to his side so he's facing her. Gently he rubs his hand up and down her thigh, tickling almost as goosebumps break out across her skin. Elliot leans in, pressing soft kisses along her shoulder and neck.
"Seriously Liv, you are fucking amazing, gorgeous…and that was…" he trails off again as he kisses her skin some more.
The anxieties that she's forced down earlier come roaring back and tears prick at her eyes as he murmurs softly against her skin. She can't handle this, his gentle and loving touch and words. She can't enjoy it knowing that it won't last, that she won't get it again tomorrow night and the next. In just a few hours he will be gone, back to just being her partner, and she will be all alone again.
Quickly she sits up, turning her face away so he can't see the welling in her eyes.
"Liv?" Elliot questions gently, sitting up on an elbow and his hand sliding up her spine.
She shakes her head and stands, refusing to look back him. It will be too much to see him there, naked in her bed. "I'm gonna clean up. Strip the bed, will you?" she asks before she leaves the bedroom.
Once in the bathroom she flips on the taps in her shower and lets one shaky breath, a whimper really, escape her. Just one, and then she inhales deeply, pulling herself together. She knows she can't fall apart with Elliot just in the other room.
Elliot.
Her partner.
Her friend.
The man that she's never let herself fall into, knowing the aftermath would be devastating.
She's washing her hair when she hears the door open, and she feels a rush of cool air blow into the shower.
Then he's there, pulling the curtain back with a smile. "Can I?"
For a split-second Olivia considers telling him no. She needs a moment to herself, to get her head straight. But it's not every night when your partner comes over to your apartment and fucks you so good you see stars and you can't get your desire for more with him under control. As much as she needs to think, she wants him.
So as he stands there, naked as a jaybird, and looking at her like he could pounce again, she gives him a soft smile and steps aside to let him in.
He stands behind her, getting the cast-off spray, as she tilts her head back under the warm water. He sets his hands on her hips and slides them up and down her sides.
Elliot reaches for her loofa, loading it up with her body wash, before he asks, "You gonna tell me what's on your mind?"
Her eyes are closed, and she lets him wash her. "What makes you think something is on my mind?"
He cocks his head. "I know you Liv."
Offering a small smile, she lies, "It's all good stuff."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah," she answers, running her hands up his chest and tugging his head down to meet hers. She distracts him with a kiss, deep and wet with water and steam from the shower surrounding them.
The feeling of this, him, them, is too good. She lets herself get lost in his mouth and the feel of his hands over her body. He's such a big man, tall and broad and strong, but he touches so sweetly. He touches her as if he knows just how delicate she is at this moment.
It doesn't take long before she feels him hard between them. She reaches down and strokes him. She steps forward and presses the head of his cock to her clit, circling it a few times, moaning into their kisses.
"Liv," he pants into her mouth, as his hips thrust into her hand. "Please."
"Please what, El?" She knows may be a good man, but he's still a man. And even a good man with a hard cock in a hot, steamy shower with a naked woman is only begging for a few things.
"I gotta…I wanna…," he tries to answer before groaning al low fuuuuck into her shoulder.
"Yeah," she breathes against him.
Elliot reaches behind him, tugging open a gap in the curtain and then slapping his hand around on the counter before pulling a small foil packet into the shower.
She chuckles. "Planned ahead?"
He gives her a big smile before focusing on unwrapping the condom. "If it's just tonight, then I plan on being inside of you as much of it as possible."
Her heart drops at the reminder of their limited time, but she pushes it aside. "Good plan."
This time she turns away, not sure she can handle looking in his eyes while he's inside her. She leans forward and braces herself against the tile. She expects him to return to her, and fuck her quickly, but when he doesn't, she looks over her shoulder to see him dropping to his knees under the shower spray.
His mouth is on her before she can question him. He's licking at her and sucking her, his tongue and, then two fingers, rougher and faster than earlier. He's sloppy, but she can tell he's not doing this to bring her to orgasm, it's to make sure she's wet and on edge, simply desperate for him.
The sounds of the shower nearly drown her out, but he pulls back and is on his feet immediately after she whines his name and begs him. "Ellll, please."
Bending his knees to get the right angle and pushing in, he pants, "Fuck Liv. I want to do this all the time. You feel so good."
He doesn't have any more words, only gasping and grunting against her neck as his hips slam forward against hers repeatedly.
It doesn't take long of his rapid and powerful pace for her to feel her orgasm building low in her belly. But it sits on the cusp as anxiety weighs on her chest. She leans forward more, trying to create even more space between them, to keep herself as distanced as possible from the man fucking her. As if it was possible to separate her desire to have Elliot for good and the pleasure he's intent on giving her in the moment.
"Liv, baby, you gotta…" he grunts desperately, leaning forward to nip at her ear. He trails one hand around her hip to her front, finding her clit. "I wanna feel you again."
She just moans in return, squeezing her thighs together, creating tighter friction.
His teeth scrape down her neck and bite into the junction at her shoulder. "Give it to me. I want it."
The sound of his voice, rough and raspy and so sexy, the sharp sting of his teeth, and the way he fills her again and again and again, it's too much. She can't hold it back.
Gasping in the steamy air, her chest expands, and her body tightens in his arms, her back arches against his chest as the coil releases and she comes on him.
"Elliot, yes…" she pants as she feels the pleasure roll over her and flood through her body.
Elliot follows her, spilling into the condom as he comes, and groaning into the base of her neck. "Fuck…yeah," he echoes.
When he pulls out, Elliot flips her around quickly, trapping her between his chest and the shower tile, kissing her hard on the lips.
"Liv," he pants when he pulls back. But he doesn't get the chance to finish his thought, if he even had one, because Olivia kisses him again, softly, before wrapping her arms around him and tucking herself into his chest.
"Elliot. I just…"
"Yeah," he agrees, still too far gone for words.
They stand like that for several minutes, wrapped up in one another as their breath returns to normal and the shower turns cold. She wonders if he's thinking the same thing, that tonight is a mistake because she's never going to find a way to go back.
"Come on," Elliot says as he flips off the taps and pulls her towel into the warm shower to wrap her up. "The bed is made. Let's get some sleep."
