AN: A short, but important update. Sorry for the delay. There are still a couple more chapters in this story. I hope you all enjoy.

Again, this story is inspired by a fic of the same name in the Bones (tv) fandom, definitely check it out if you like Bones, too!


Olivia follows Elliot back to her bedroom and lets him tuck her in and curl himself around her. As much as it hurts, she lets herself take it all in. She wants to let him hold her all night, keep her safe and love her, even if it's just for tonight. She slows her breath, focusing on the beat of his heart and the warmth of his exhale on her neck, finally falling asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, lost in dreamy, sleepy thoughts, Elliot rolls over to her, having lost her in the past couple of hours. His bare front is to her bare back, his legs curled behind hers. It's not a conscious choice as he kisses softly up the back of her neck and grips her thigh, rolling his hips into her, his cock hard against her ass.

Soft whimpers fill the room as she sinks back into his body, letting his hand roam over her soft skin, the scent of her soap surrounding them until it's beaten out by the smell of their arousal.

"Elliot," she whines, her back arches.

"Got you," he whispers against her neck as he nips her ear.

Elliot lifts her thigh, settling his hips low behind her, and whispers again, "Guide me in, baby."

Olivia nods and hums in agreement as she reaches between her legs, finding him hard, hot between her thighs. It's a slow, almost awkward movement, but she notches him in, and he presses forward slowly.

Their movements are lazy as they make love caught in the space between sleep and consciousness. He lowers her thigh and rocks into her from behind, over and over again. Slow and easy pleasure blooms between them. She lifts her hand to cup the back of his head, holding him to her neck where he kisses her, nips at her skin, and murmurs into her ear.

"God, you feel so good…I knew you would…I dreamed of this Liv."

"Me too," she admits into the darkness. "I've wanted you for so long."

"Forever, Liv…God, I want to feel you like this forever."

His words bring her to and over the edge, soft easy waves of pleasure rolling through her as she calls his name.

After a few more thrusts Elliot pulls out at the last moment, fisting his cock and releases on her lower back. "Shit, sorry," he pants as he tries to come down. "I'll get you a towel."

The feeling of him, hot and sticky on her back, fully wakes her. "S'okay. Stay. I'll be right back," she answers before she leaves him to clean up.

She sees herself in the bathroom mirror with flushed skin and rustled hair, she can see the red marks on her neck where his overnight growth scratched her sensitive skin. She notices that she looks happy and well loved.

But as she recalls the soft words he's spoken to her tonight; it becomes too much.

I dreamed of this Liv.

Forever.

I want to feel you like this forever.

And the words she let herself speak back to him, to confess to him.

I've wanted you for so long.

Her tears come fast and hard, big fat ones that roll down her cheeks, unable to be stopped. She can't let herself be this happy with him because it ruins everything.

Thoughts rush through her mind, pulling her down deep into her worst fears.

Elliot will have to leave her at work. No one will believe that she didn't cause his divorce. Her reputation will hit the ground. And his kids will hate her, and then Elliot will resent her for the changes in their job and disrupting his family. And then eventually he will leave her for real and she will lose him for good. She can't lose him, she just can't, and not for this—a few weeks of amazing sex. She needs him in her life and she will take him as her partner and friend, rather than risk it all for more, no matter how great they could be.

Olivia covers her face and whimpers into a hand towel, careful not to wake Elliot. She lets herself cry it out this time. She needs to release the tension and she hopes that crying will exhaust her enough that she might be able to get some sleep.

She's wrong.

When she finally returns to her bed, she can't sleep. The feel of him in her bed, his surrounding scent is just too much. She lays there watching the sun slowly rise through her window.

By 6:00 she can't handle being in bed with him any longer. His presence, this close and intimate, it too much when she knows she has to end it all now. She gets up and fixes herself coffee, waiting for him to wake.

By 8:00 she starts to get herself ready for the day, taking a quick shower and dressing in the bathroom.

He's awake when she's done, sitting at her table in his boxers with a steaming mug in front of him.

"You have plans?" he asks, confused that she's fully dressed and won't meet his eyes.

She continues looking around the room for her keys and bag as she answers. "I forgot I had plans to meet an old friend for brunch. I'm gonna be late."

Elliot lips tuck in and he nods, understanding exactly what she's doing. "So, this is it?" he asks frustratedly.

"We agreed it was one night, El." She answers tersely, still not looking at him.

Without a word he stands and begins to dress in the middle of her living room, his clothes still in a pile where he stripped for her last night. Olivia, braving a quick look towards him, can see the anger rising in his body as he pulls on his pants.

"Look, Olivia–" he starts evenly, ready to fight her to stay.

She doesn't let him finish his thought, pulling open her front door and stepping out. "Lock up when you leave. See ya at work tomorrow."

The door closes loudly behind her, and she wipes a tear from her eye as she takes the stairs.