AN: Please note the change in rating to E. If you've followed this story or read any of my other stories that should not surprise you. But if you are bothered by an increased rating, you might want to look a way for a bit. 😈


His heart is pounding in his chest as he leads her to his bedroom. It's so different from the other night she agreed to stay in his bed. He was so exhausted then from his flight and his anxiety that all he could think about then was holding her and sleeping.

Tonight, however, his mind is wandering to all the hidden places he can touch her and taste her. He is desperate to see her and love her. He's uncertain if that's what she's thinking (though, she was with him on the couch, just as involved in those kisses as he was). Her hands were on him, touching and groping. And she agreed to stay.

He pauses once they enter his room, mentally kicking himself when he realizes that he left his bed a mess.

He hears her shut the door and then he feels her arms wrap around his center and her chest press to his back.

"What are you thinking, El?" she asks quietly.

"So many things. Like why the hell didn't I make my bed this morning?"

Olivia chuckles and kisses the back of his neck, his skin hot against her lips. "I'm not worried about your bed."

"No?" he questions.

"No," she answers quietly, lifting her hands to unbutton the small buttons of his shirt from behind.

He exhales deeply. "What are you thinking about then?"

"Likely some of the same things you are." Her hands are at the bottom of his shirt. The tails tickle her palms before she runs them up his stomach and chest and pulls his shirt over his shoulders.

"Yeah. I think you might be." Thankful for her actions and confirmation, he takes a deep breath, filling his diaphragm with the cool air in his room as he lets her slide his shirt down his arms.

He feels the shirt land at his feet when she asks, "El? What is this?"

Concerned by her tone, he tries to turn around. "What is—"

Olivia holds him in place with hands on his biceps. "This," she says again, tapping between his shoulder blades.

Elliot swallows, realizing that this had the power to redirect their night or even their current status if she took it the wrong way. He wishes he would have told her about this first, but he rarely sees it, so it's often forgotten. "Oh. Uh, I needed to cover up that horrid Brotherhood tattoo. I figured a symbol of my real squad would be better."

"So you…"

"An NYPD shield was better than the reaper and card."

"But with…"

"4-0-1-5. Yes. I wanted you to always have my back."

She exhales a soft, "El."

He turns to face her, gripping her wrists with one hand, bringing them to bare his chest. He lifts her chin with a crooked finger. "Hey, please, let's just…"

"I love you."

He sucks in air and his fingers tighten his grips around her wrist, tugging her even closer. "What?"

Olivia closes her eyes and shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I should have said it before."

"Say it again," he pleads, his warm breath covering her cheek.

A smile covers her face to match his and she meets his eyes. "I love you."

Elliot mutters a quick, "Thank god," before pressing his lips to hers and wrapping his arms around her back, crushing her to his chest.

She can sense the change in him. He's moving so quickly, shoving her cardigan to the floor and tugging her shirt over her head, nearly giving her whiplash.

"God, Liv. You have no idea… No idea," he says as he kisses down her neck and then back up to her lips. He holds her head with both hands, cupping her cheeks, as he devours her.

She pulls back, pressing her hands against his chest. "El… El…slow down."

"No." He shakes his head. "I can't. You love me."

She laughs, reaching for his hands, pulling them to her chest this time. "Look at me," she commands as his eyes have followed her hands, resting on her bra-clad breasts.

"We have all night."

He exhales and nods. "Yeah. Yeah." Elliot inhales and exhales again, breathing out her name, "Liv."

"El," she answers.

"You are beautiful."

She blushes under his gaze; his eyes are dark and intense.

"I mean it. Gorgeous. I can't believe you're here, that we're here."

"I'm having a hard time believing it, too."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

She shakes her head. "No, I'm not."

"Good."

"El."

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

He kisses her again. It's less desperate, but no less passionate. He's renewed with his intention and deliberation as he parts her lips and drinks her in.

Slowly he turns her then walks them towards his bed. "Sorry again about the mess," he whispers against her lips as he pushes her back onto the mattress. He holds himself over her, bent at his waist, and trying not to get distracted from what he wants to do next.

"Don't care," she answers, pulling his mouth back to hers, scratching her nails down the back of his head and neck.

He doesn't stay at her lips for long, making the trip back down her neck to her chest. He reaches to scoop her breasts from their cups, but Olivia stops him to unhook her bra from the back. His eyes widen when he gets a full view of her laying topless in his bed.

"Shit, Liv, gorgeous isn't enough… You are just…" He trails off as his lips take over on her skin, but he's unable to stay in one place for too long. He sucks on one nipple and then the other, moving down when she hisses at his overexcited lips and tongue.

He murmurs a quick "Sorry" against her belly before he stands fully and reaches for the button and zipper on her pants.

Before she knows it, she can feel the cool air of the room on her thighs and between her thighs as Elliot tugs her pants down her legs. She sees him lower himself to her knees to slip off her boots just seconds before she hears the crack of his joints. Olivia bites her lips to stifle the small giggle that works its way up her throat.

"Don't," Elliot growls. "Or I won't do what I'm planning on doing next."

She bites her lip even harder at his threat, which is dulled by the red flush of arousal on his chest and his quick return to his efforts of removing her pants. "And what would that be?"

His eyes lift from her feet to her center before settling on her face. "I think you know."

The thought of Elliot laying between her thighs and working her over with his tongue is almost more than she can handle.

When she doesn't answer him, he rubs his hands over her thighs and confirms, "You want that, right?"

"Yes, El. I want that very much."

"Thank god," he mutters quietly against the skin of her thigh when he leans in to kiss her and noses against the damp fabric covering her. "I don't think I can live another day without tasting you."

Olivia lifts her hips when she feels him tug on her panties, letting her head fall back to the mattress, her hands blindly searching for a pillow.

Elliot doesn't wait for her to find one. Rather, he pushes at her hips and grunts, "Up," as he crawls onto the bed after her. "Get comfortable. I'm going to take my time with you."

Olivia looks down at him excitedly, noticing that he'd quickly undressed down to his briefs. She only gets a quick look at the dark blue fabric stretched tight over his erection before he's laying on the mattress between her thighs. Her eyes track his every movement, the way his eyes darken when they focus on her center, the way his entire upper body heaves with his heavy breaths, and the way his hands slowly trace soft patterns on her sensitive skin, getting closer and closer to her core with each pass.

Her breath holds itself in her chest as she anxiously waits for him to make contact. As if he knows, Elliot leans in close, pausing before his mouth makes contact and instructs her to "Breathe, Liv."

She exhales a soft "Fuck", and he laughs as his tongue finally touches her clit. It's soft, as if he's trying not to overwhelm her with his first touch. He circles her clit a few times before pulling back to wink, and then leaning in to lick a broad stripe up her center.

She's tempted to smack him for his arrogance, but that thought is fleeting and another "Fuck" escapes her lips.

True to his word, Elliot takes his time with her, using only his tongue to explore her at first. He uses gentle, almost timid licks that eventually give way to sweeping presses of his tongue into her and then around her. His fingers join in after what feels like several delicious minutes, first just one, then two slowly pressing in and out of her.

"God, Liv… I knew this would be amazing."

Olivia forces herself to relax and enjoy Elliot's attention, focusing on her breathing and the feel of his mouth and hands on her body. As he works her up, she reaches for him, landing one hand on the back of his head, finally guiding his movements when the tension becomes too much to bear.

"Shit," she hisses through clenched teeth as he seamlessly follows her lead, pressing his tongue more firmly to her clit and curling his fingers with each pass. For a moment she thinks she could laugh at the reality that she's about to come on Elliot's tongue, but her desire to laugh is immediately replaced with deep moan and a beg. "Please, El."

He doesn't stop to ask her what she needs. He just keeps doing exactly what he's doing. And within seconds, Olivia's back arches, her hand forces his head to still, and her hips rut against his mouth and chin, taking that last little bit that she needs to fall apart.

Elliot rests his head on her thigh as he watches her come down, waiting for her to make eye contact with him, but two hands blindly reach for him and pull him from his position.

"God, baby, that was…" He trails off for the second time when his lips find her belly again, and he rubs his damp beard over her soft, sensitized skin. He kisses up her stomach and sternum, letting his mouth wander to her nipples, sucking more gently this time.

Olivia finally opens her eyes when she feels him press up off the mattress to his knees. His hands are pushing at the waistband of his briefs. She can see him hard and pulsing underneath the taut material. Despite the temptation to tease him, she decides not to test the strength in her arms after her orgasm, so Olivia bites her lips and waits for Elliot to fully shuck the last bit of clothing.

Her eyes widen when he does and she sees what she's dreamt about more times than she'd ever admit. His body compliments his handsome face, strong and full. And his cock is no different, hard and erect, waiting for its turn.

"Like what you see?" Elliot teases as he lowers himself over her again.

She gives a noncommittal shrug and hmph that has no real malice as her arms wrap around him again.

"I think you do," he jokes as he kisses her neck, tickling her with a soft lick. He lifts up to kiss her mouth and rolls his hips against hers, his cock sliding smoothly against her, when she shrugs again. "I know I do," he pants when he pulls back.

Elliot's eyes find hers, and she knows he is looking for any sign of doubt or second guessing, but she returns his gaze boldly and reaches between them. Her fingers trail down his chest and stomach before finding him and stroking him. His eyes close at her touch and his chest expands against hers.

"Ready, El?"

He swallows and nods.

"Words, remember," she says, calling him back to that first night on her couch weeks ago.

"I've been ready for you for a long time, Liv. I love you."

She smiles at him and leans up to kiss him gently. "Love you too."

Elliot's hand takes over for hers, and he lines himself up. His brow furrows and meets hers when he presses in.

The world stops for her in that moment. Her breath catches again, and her hands dig into the muscles of his back.

"Shit, baby," he pants as he buries his face into her neck.

"I know."

And she does. Even if it hadn't been months since she's been intimate with someone, it wouldn't make this feel any less monumental. No. The fact that it's Elliot—the same Elliot she worked with, day in and day out, for a decade; the same Elliot she trusted and loved platonically; the same Elliot that she truly loved and desired when he wasn't hers to love—thick and hot, slowly sliding into her, stretching her, means this is life altering.

"This is…" He trails off, shaking his head as if the words have escaped him.

"Yeah, it is," she agrees.

It takes him a moment before he lifts his head from the junction of her neck and kisses her, deep and wet. "I gotta," he pants as his hips roll to make his point.

She nods. "Please."

Resting on his elbows Elliot starts moving, pulling back and sliding in, adding a slight rotation of his hips to grind against her. It's slow to start, deliberate and meaningful as he keeps eye contact.

Within minutes she can tell that he's struggling to keep this pace as the veins in his neck become more pronounced and sweat begins to bead on his head. And as much as she's enjoying the sweet rocking and slow coming together of their bodies, she wants more too. She reaches up to cup his cheek before she tips her hips and asks for more.

And more he gives. He moves his hips more quickly and leans to one side letting one of his hands roam her side and move up to her breast, squeezing and tugging at her nipple.

"Yes… Yes, El."

"Fuck, I know baby… You feel so good."

Her eyes close as he speeds ups, lost in the feel of him, being encompassed by him, consumed by him. Her thighs tighten around his hips and her hands rake down his back to his ass, pushing him in harder and closer, desperate to get him even closer even though it's impossible.

Olivia forces him to kiss her when she feels herself coming. Her hands guide his mouth to hers the best she can, but it's wet and sloppy, mostly cheek and chin. She doesn't care, needing to feel him from head to toe as pleasure blooms through her.

She feels him trying to keep his pace as she works to catch her breath, but she can feel that he's struggling, holding himself back but ready to let go himself.

"Come on, El. Come for me."

His eyes are closed but he nods before dropping onto her completely, both of his hands gripping her ass and holding her still as he seeks his release. The muscles of his back ripple and his core tightens, working too hard, and then finally she feels him, hot and tight, tensing before shuddering. He lets go with a deep, guttural groan in her ear.