I'm back with a new chapter! Sorry it's been so long, I just started a new job so I'm figuring out work/life balance with it all. Unfortunately, fanfic takes a back seat to work and homework. Anyway, I'm back with an angsty chapter, things were starting to feel too perfect for too long.
Olivia sat in Charles's lap with him buried to the hilt inside of her and she was moving her hips slowly into his. "Oh, baby!" She let her head fall back, her breasts pressing into his chest.
Charles held her hips and groaned. "Oh, Livia," he helped her move her hips into his. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop baby."
Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him softly. "You turn me on so much," she whispered.
Olivia had been going to therapy and dealing with the trauma of the abortion, the loss and the grief. She came home from her appointment today and looked at Charles, both of whom had been home. Charles was working from home and Olivia was still on leave, not emotionally strong enough to be back at work yet, and instantly she wanted him. Once he was done on his Zoom calls for the day Olivia pulled him up and pulled him closer by his tie, kissing him passionately, starting to disrobe him. "I need you," she whispered and kissed his neck as she continued undressing him, untucking his dress shirt and ripping it open. It started an amorous romp from there.
Charles kissed her neck and gripped her hips a little harder than he had before. "I'm gonna come baby, I'm so close."
Olivia let out a breathy sigh. "Me too, baby. Oh, God!" She moaned, feeling him hit her g-spot just right. "Oh, right there." She managed to get out before a loud moan. "Come for me baby, let me feel you."
Charles could tell how close she was. Her walls were milking him before they started holding his cock in a vise grip, and that did him in. "Ah, oh, baby," he rasped as he shot off inside her.
Olivia moaned and within seconds her orgasm took over her body, which was now shaking in Charles's arms. "Ch-ch-Charles!" She moaned and threw her head back, feeling him start to suck on her nipple, only prolonging her orgasm, until it got to be too much. She gently pushed him away and fell into him, jerking against his body. "Oh my God," she moaned and kissed the skin of his neck and chest.
Charles smiled. "Mm," he rested back on the headboard and closed his eyes, holding her close. "That was amazing," he whispered.
Olivia was still panting and she smiled softly. She nodded, "You're amazing. The way you work my body into a tizzy," she whispered and looked up at him kissing his lips. "I love you," she whispered. "God, I love you."
Charles smiled and opened his eyes to look at her. He caressed her face. "I love you, too, Livia." He pushed her hair behind her ear. "My God, you're beautiful."
Olivia blushed. "You," she caressed his face. "Are so handsome, my love." She kissed his face and smirked as his stubble prickled at her lips.
Charles smiled and looked at her once she pulled away. "We should plan our big wedding. And our honeymoon. Then I'll be able to make love to you all night long without us having to get redressed after," he whispered. "And I can eat your delicious pussy with some stubble on my face to drive you absolutely out of your mind."
Olivia smirked. "What's to stop you from doing that here?"
Charles kissed her gently. "Not a thing," he whispered and kissed her neck. He heard her gasp and he smirked. "Now just picture that between your thighs."
Olivia moaned and arched into him. "We shouldn't do this now," she whispered. "The kids will be home soon," she whispered and held his head to her neck, closing her eyes.
Charles grunted and continued kissing her neck and took her hair in his hand, gently tugging. He heard her moan and he smirked. "That's the sexiest sound I will ever hear in my life, your moan."
Olivia smiled and looked into his eyes. "You make me feel sexy, Charles. Even after everything… your desire for me makes me feel incredibly sexy."
Charles tucked her hair behind her ear. "Good, because you are incredibly sexy. Inside and out. Always."
Olivia blushed and kissed him gently. "We should get dressed. So the kids don't walk in on us naked," she whispered against his lips.
Charles smiled. "You're on my lap, I need you to get up first," he mumbled as he continued the kiss.
Olivia giggled and moaned softly. "Mm, we should probably stop kissing then," she moved her lips to his neck and gently scraped her teeth along his skin.
Charles groaned. "Oh, you really want to stop that if we're going to get dressed, because that's turning me on to no end."
Olivia kissed up to his ear and smiled. "I'll stop, but once the kids are in bed… I plan to pick up right where I left off," she smiled and quickly kissed his lips before climbing off him and standing up. "Let's get dressed." She walked to her dresser and picked out a pair of panties and a bra, slipping into them. "You gonna get dressed, or are you going to watch me?"
Charles smirked. "Yes. To both." He watched as she smirked and slipped into leggings and a t-shirt. She looked at him and rested her hands on her hips. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he chuckled. He got up and got dressed and walked up behind her and held her hips. "Can I kiss you now that we're dressed?"
Olivia smiled and turned in his arms, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him gently when she heard the doorbell. "Mm, hold that thought." She went downstairs and heard knocking on the door. "I'm coming!" She got to the door and opened it, seeing Elliot almost fall down. "Elliot. What's wrong?"
Elliot slurred. "Drugs. Someone dosed me. I need you— I need you to let me inside."
Olivia helped him inside and sat him down in the library. "We need to get you to a hospital."
Elliot shook his head. "I want to talk."
Olivia sighed. "There's nothing to say, Elliot. Stay right there."
Elliot looked at her. "About the letter." He paused and looked at her as she sat in a chair across from him. "I… Kathy… I was having trouble knowing what to say, Kathy helped dictate."
Olivia furrowed her brow. "So, the letter you gave me, that said what we were was never real—"
Elliot chimed in, his speech still slurred. "Kathy."
"And that if I had a man in my life you hoped he was everything I deserved—"
"Kathy."
"And how in a parallel universe—"
"It would be you and I. I wrote that. Slipped it in before I sealed the envelope."
Olivia ran a hand down her face. "I don't know what to say, Elliot."
Elliot got up and stumbled, she got up and went to help him. "Olivia," he whispered, on his knees, wrapping an arm around her waist, reaching up to caress her face.
Just then Charles walked downstairs and into the library. "Am I interrupting something?" He asked, jealousy seeping into his voice.
Olivia moved Elliot's hand from her face and turned to look at Charles. "Charles, this isn't what it looks like."
Elliot looked up at her. "I love you, Olivia."
Olivia shook her head. "Elliot, stop," she begged. She looked at Charles, seeing the hurt in his face. "Call an ambulance he's been drugged." She said softly.
Charles called an ambulance and once Elliot was loaded into it Charles walked back inside and Olivia ran after him. "What the hell was that?" He asked.
Olivia looked at him in shock. "There was nothing going on," she shook her head. "He was drugged, Charles. What was I supposed to do, let him fall down our concrete steps?"
Charles shook his head. "That wasn't nothing."
Olivia's eyes went wide. "You what? You think I'm cheating on you?"
Charles looked at her. "He's in love with you."
Olivia stepped back. "And I'm in love with you. Not him." She shook her head and walked away. "I can't believe this." She felt tears burning her eyes. Elliot, always getting in the way of her relationships. Always messing them up.
Charles watched her walk away and upstairs. Maybe he was overreacting but what he walked in on was shocking to him, and the thought of another man's hands on his wife's body made him incredibly jealous. "What did I just do?" He whispered and ran his hand over his face.
Olivia closed their bedroom door and slid down it to the floor and cried. "What the hell is happening?" She whispered to herself as her cries came in sobs. Sobs that only came harder when she realized Charles wasn't coming after her. After about an hour she calmed down and wiped her eyes and walked downstairs. She saw Charles, but thinking he was still mad at her she walked past him without talking to him and got a bottle of water, her breath shaky.
Charles walked over to her and spoke gently. "I overreacted."
Olivia looked at him and swallowed hard, looking down at the floor. She felt his hand caress her face and she gently pulled away. "I need… I need time," she whispered and looked into his eyes, tears in her own.
Charles's heart shattered. He never meant to hurt her. He never wanted to be the reason she was in any pain, the reason she cried. "Okay. However much time you need."
Olivia cleared her throat and spoke. "Where are the kids?" She asked, her voice more raspy than usual.
Charles moved away from her. "Homework."
Olivia nodded and looked at him. "Hold on." She walked into her office and got the letter from her desk. She walked back into the kitchen, and handed him the letter. "This is what we talked about. He gave it to me when he came back last year, I didn't bring it to your attention because I didn't think it was a big deal, because I'm madly in love with you. But given everything that just happened… read the letter."
Charles took it. "I trust you."
Olivia shook her head. "But you don't. You think I'm cheating on you with him. You're right, he loves me. But this is the first time we've talked about this letter. Because I put it in my desk and forgot about it. Because I'm madly, madly in love with you. And I would never do anything to hurt you."
Charles looked at the letter in his hand. "I don't need to read this."
Olivia took it back from him and ripped it up and threw it away. "We go from wanting to plan our big wedding and our honeymoon to you thinking I'm cheating on you." She shook her head. "I'm sorry I'm such a crappy wife that you can't trust me."
Charles rested his hand on her arm only to have her pull away. "You aren't a crappy wife."
Olivia looked at him. "Do me a favor, Charles. Bite me." She walked back to her office and sat in her chair. She needed a space that was just hers right now. She took out a spare notebook she had in her office and started writing Charles a letter, of everything she felt for him. She wasn't sure she'd give it to him, but she needed to get it all out. She cried and just wished they could go back to where they were before Elliot showed up. Once she finished she read it over and tore it out of the notebook and put it in an envelope. She walked out to see Charles and she handed him the envelope. "This one is from me to you. Read it if you want, I'm going to start on dinner."
Charles went to the library and opened the letter and started reading.
My love,
I don't know how we got to this point. I don't know what I did that filled you with the suspicion that I was cheating on you. I don't understand how we got from this morning to where we are now, but I'd give anything to take it all back with Elliot and just call an ambulance instead of talking to him. He always seems to ruin my relationship. I will always love you, but if this is the end, I'll respect your wishes, I'll be okay. Just know you were the first man I didn't think would think of me this way. And know that no matter what I'll always be madly in love with you. You're it for me.
Love,
Livia
Charles was crying by the time he finished. He walked over to her and stood next to her. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Olivia nodded. "I'll move into the guest room while I find somewhere else to live for Noah and I."
Charles shook his head. "No, I mean I'm sorry for making you feel like you did something to make me not trust you. I do trust you Livia. I always have and always will. I got jealous. The idea of his hands on you made me jealous. And I'm so, so sorry."
Olivia put the knife in her hand down and turned to face him. "We're okay?"
Charles nodded. "We're okay." He looked at her lips. "Can I kiss you now?"
Olivia wrapped her arms around him. "On one condition," she said gently.
Charles rested his hands on her hips. "Anything."
Olivia looked deep into his eyes. "Promise me we'll get back to where we were this morning. Making love, kissing endlessly, planning our wedding and honeymoon, being husband and wife, before Elliot showed up on our doorstep."
Charles nodded. "I promise. God, I promise."
Olivia smiled softly and kissed him softly. "We're gonna be okay."
Charles nodded and kissed her forehead, wrapping her in his arms. "We're going to be okay."
A/N: So I resolved the angst in one chapter here, I couldn't bear to have it cross multiple chapters, I was crying while I wrote it. Anyway leave a review if you're so inclined, and I'll see you soon with a He's Home update!
