GUYS I totally forgot to post the part two! Sorry about that! I can't believed I just moved to the next story haha. Anyway here it is. Hopefully it was worth the extra little wait!
She only made it up two floors before she kicked off her heels. Her ankle was screaming. Elliot kept his hand pressed on her lower back, the gesture making her heart pound.
They made it about half way down the hall when she stopped. Elliot immediately turned towards her, probably wondering what the hold up was.
His blue eyes caught hers and for a moment she just stared. She had that feeling. The one she often had when he was with her. That feeling of rightness. They had hurt each other. They had both run and returned, said things they didn't mean, and fought passionately, but they were still them and they were still here . Something told her that he would always be here.
Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was his hand in hers. Maybe it was just time.
She kissed him. Hard. To his credit he didn't miss a beat. He fell right in step with her. Always so in sync.
She staggered backwards, shoes still in hand, and the other pressing into the back of his head.
His hands gripped her hips and he walked her back until her back was pressed against the wall. His body pressed against hers and his hands slid up and down the sides of her body leaving a trail of fire wherever they roamed.
His tongue swiped her bottom lip and she left out a soft pleasured sound when he pulled it further into his mouth. They were careening towards something and she didn't have any desire to stop it.
His hands were on her lower back and he turned her away from the wall so they were now backing towards her room which felt like it was a mile away.
She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he felt her up over her dress and her breathing became erratic as she realized his touch was more incredible than she ever could have imagined.
Once they finally made it to her door she knew she needed to pull out her room key, but one of his hands was gripping her ass and the other trailed aimlessly down the outside of her thigh and she couldn't even think straight anymore.
"I need my key," she breathed, and he turned his attention to her neck and collar bone. She dropped her shoes and dug her key out of her clutch while his lips continued to roam the expanses of her neck.
She somehow managed to maneuver the key to open the door. His hand gripped the handle and the weight of their bodies pushed the door open.
Elliot broke away for a moment to kick her shoes into her room before letting the door shut behind him.
Both his hand tugged up on the hem of her dress, sliding it high onto her upper thighs. The cool air chilled hee bare skin until his hand pressed into the skin of her upper thighs, effectively warming her entire body. She moaned as her body fell into his. His hands slid beneath her dress before gripping her ass and lifting her for the last few staggering steps to the bed.
He dropped her to the bed, following her down. Her hands dipped beneath his shirt and her fingers pressed deeply into his back. His mouth broke away from hers and his hot breath was suddenly against her ear, "Are you sure Liv?"
Her fingers were working on his belt buckle. "Yes," she breathed.
"How many drinks did you have?" She worked her lips up his neck. While she appreciated his obvious efforts at explicit consent she was more than ready for him to get her out of this damn dress.
"God Elliot." Her fingers started working on the buttons of his shirt. Her lips crashed hard against his. "I'm not too drunk." She had maybe two drinks, but she felt clear enough, "I want this. I want you, and I'm tired of thinking." She pulled back and looked into his eyes. Her hand cupped his cheek, "I'm sure." She softly kissed his lips, "Now, will you please kiss me?"
That seemed to be all the permission he needed as his mouth fell hard on hers, and his tongue was in her mouth and she felt blissfully dizzy by the sensation of it all.
She continued working the row of buttons on his shirt, and he shucked it off onto the bed next to him. Then he sat up and pulled her into his lap. Her legs wrapped around his hips as both of his hands ran the length of her spine until they found the zipper laying delicately between her shoulder blades. The sound of the zip, and the feeling of his hands on her bare skin sent another wave of chills over her. In one quick movement her dress was carefully tossed to the floor.
He laid back while she hovered over him, her hair brushing over him as she left a line of kisses up his chest and neck until she eventually found his lips again, kissing him deeply.
She shuddered as his hands began exploring every part of her body. His lips broke away from hers allowing him to run his lips down her neck and chest. His fingers worked open the clasp of her bra, and he carelessly tossed it aside. He rolled her beneath him and he paused for a moment. She felt his eyes roam all over her body before his mouth found hers again.
His hands were everywhere and she was more than halfway to oblivion when his lips were unexpectedly at her ear as he whispered, "I love you."
She had never felt so perfectly loved and completely connected to anyone so it felt effortless when she whispered, "I love you too."