Olivia sat on her coach in her living room, with a glass of wine in her hand and a black and white movie playing on the TV but it was on mute, she couldn’t seem to concentrate on one of her favorite classics, ‘Casablanca’. All she could do was stare at the crimson metallic liquid froth in her glass and listen to the rain patter against the windows.
Elliot wasn’t her partner any more, she closed her eyes and sighed, it was just two hrs ago that she told Cragen that she didn’t want to work with him.
“We cant be partners.” The sound of his voice and those words rang in her ears; she could still see his eyes when Gitano had that gun pressed against the back of his head, silently telling her he was scared as hell, for her and for him. The tears that welled up in his eyes, shed never seen him cry before, let alone tear up, and she was sure he’d never seen her cry. Life without Elliot, she couldn’t ravish the thought, nor did she want to.
But she was torn out of her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, she found Elliot looking at her sheepishly. Olivia couldn’t think, so words were out of the question. All she did was step a side to let him step in, getting a whiff of his cologne as he passed her. He walked over to her couch and turned around. Olivia was still standing in the same spot, staring at him, in a daze, there were signs of regret in his eyes, and she was trying her best not to tear up.
Elliots eyes drifted down to her neck, seeing the cut Gitano made, out of her perfect smooth skin. She had changed into a black tank top and matching fleece sweat pants, but he still had the same suit on, the same suit that Olivia got cut in, the same suit that he had a gun pointed to his head and was almost killed in.
He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump that lodged itself in his throat, and whispered,
“Liv.” Her eyes immediately drifted closed, after hearing him say her nick name, almost in a plea, to ask for forgiveness, forgiveness for what? She had no idea. He came here to confront her, on what she did. After she left Cragen came out of his office and told Elliot that he would be working with Munch for the time being, and that’s when he knew, but right when she opened that door, she looked so lost, he doesn’t know WHAT hes going to do now.
“Liv.” He whispered again, this time, she opened her eyes and closed the door behind her. He shook his head and asked,
“Whyd you do it?” she knew what he was talking about, it took some time, but she knew, he wanted to know why she wanted a new partner.
“Well, you said that we shouldn’t work together anymore.” She answered softly, her voice started to crack as tears threatened to fall.
“No Liv, I couldn’t.” he stated while shaking his head. She looked up at him, a tear falling down her left cheek,
“El, when we were in that abandoned warehouse, and when Gitano had that gun to your head……I couldn’t.” she choked out, more tears started to fall freely, she was just rambling now, not knowing if what she was saying made sense, but neither did she care. He couldn’t stand to see Olivia cry, but he wasn’t sure if she would let him get close to her. She wrapped her arms around herself,
“Im sorry Elliot, Im so sorry.” Her head draped down and a sob escaped her mouth. That was it Elliot couldn’t take it any longer, he rushed over to her and cupped her face in his hands.
“SSHH……” he cooed
“You shouldn’t be apologizing liv, Its my fault, I dint see him.”
“But the bus terminal---“
“No, you did everything you needed to.” He wrapped his arms around her, hating the fact that he had gotten mad at her earlier that day, she did everything she could, everything that was right, and she did everything perfectly, always. She buried her face in his chest, deep sobs erupting from her chest, but finally finding comfort, in his warmth.
Elliot kissed her head and ran his left hand through her silky smooth hair.
“I almost lost you.” He whispered in her hair, felling the need to let her know at least that much, how much it would him if he ever lost her. She tilted her head up to look at him,
“I almost lost you.” She repeated. Than she trace two fingers over the cut he had on his right temple. Directing all her attention on that, but her eyes finally met his. He took his thumb and lightly grazed It over her neck, careful not to press too hard, both examining each others wounds feeling responsible for them.
Their eyes never left each other until he titled his head down and pressed his lips against the cut on her neck.
Olivia sighed and whispered,
“El.”
“HHMM.” He hummed resting his forehead on her collar bone; he wrapped his arms around her lower back, as she clung to his neck, and rested her cheek against his head. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the truths they both came to.
“Im sorry.” He soothed, tracing his hand up and down her spine, she smiled at the tingling feeling that followed his hand.
“Don’t be.” She whispered, stroking her left hand through his hair. She lifted his head so his eyes would meet her gaze, that’s what she loved about him, not much had to be said for him to understand how much she really met things when she hardly said anything. Her lips slowly parted and that’s when Elliot realized what she wanted him to do, he smiled and lightly brushed his lips against hers, his lips than moved away, pecking the corners of her mouth, and than her cheeks, he placed one on her nose, until she met her lips once again.
Its just what she needed, she needed the reassurance, comfort and love, something he could only give, every kiss he gave her were slowly causing all her worries of the previous day to dissolve.
The stepped closer to each other and Elliot looked down and chuckled at her feet. The both leaned their foreheads against each other and Olivia smiled and laughed,
“Whats so funny?” she asked patiently and quietly, resting her left hand on his cheek. He gave her an open kiss on the forehead and said,
“Ive never seen you barefoot before.” She laughed, finding it funny that he was so fascinated by that. He rested his hand on her jaw and tilted it up, reaching her hot, wet lips. Elliot than trace his tongue over her bottom lip and she obliged their tongues slowly meeting, the feeling completely felt natural and right.
Elliot amazed Olivia, just that day, he yelled at her for not doing her job right, and now he was so gentle and tender, handling her with care, she figured out that Elliot didn’t confront her on screwing up in the prescient, but he was mad because he couldn’t help, he failed to protect her, he mad at himself.
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