Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2009 18:52:20 GMT -5
Title: Filigree
Author: Susie
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Olivia/Elliot
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this, neither do I own anything.
Archive: Yes
Filigree
That distracting lace burned his chest. Never thought she was the type, his jumpy mind dredged up; the heat of her fine body was such a tease, as was her whole manner in this ticklish situation. He didn't like the veiled look of lechery Bushido was giving his partially-nude partner as he felt self-combustion coming on fast, with self-control draining briskly having Olivia pressed up against him, hard. He worked not to meet her eyes, knowing his would give too much away. A greater show of keeping up appearances there could never be; she was acting her heart out trying to save his ass, continuing to wind her body around his own.
"Get dressed!"
No! he raged.
But, already, Tybor was manhandling Olivia, tugging her away from the build-up of heat their bodies had innately contributed. Her shirt, as though empowered, was back on and she crammed herself into her jacket, throwing worried looks like spears. The door closed behind her, and she was gone.
Bushido and Tybor sized him up like predatory animals. "Get dressed, 'Mike!'" He did as he'd been ordered, his heartbeats mauling his insides. The bad feeling he had overrode rational thought.
In the car now, no clue about where Bushido was taking him, the inveterate intimidator bawled him out for breaking 'the rules.' His off-the-cuff apology for screwing-up didn't cut it with Bushido, who was slowing down by a warehouse.
Elliot had never been more on edge. "What--"
"Go inside...for the cage."
Elliot's cocky smile faded when he saw Bushido pull his gun. Everything screeched to a halt, yet sped up at the same time. There was a frisson of panic, but a fleeting texture of calm just before Bushido cocked the weapon. Pain, white-hot, agonizing pain, tore into his shoulder and his world turned crimson with the cement pavement like soggy foam underneath his weightless body which had been dumped. Reality went fuzzy and unfocused before his faltering vision; he opened his eyes again, mumbling the one thing that made sense over and over.
"Olivia..."
Was this all some lurid dream? He saw her then, the way she'd been back at the rathole of a house they'd had him in. "Olivia," he moaned again, fantasizing about running his fingers through her hair, nuzzling and kissing her cleavage, feeling the rise and fall of her flawless breasts fondled by all that lovely, gauzy lace...
Vaguely aware that he was speaking, he couldn't hear the sound; his lips barely moved. "Olivia, I need--"
"Elliot!"
She was far away, but she was there, his addled mind perceived and through the haze of not knowing if he would live or die, he knew he wanted Olivia to know that she mattered most.
"Get a bus--now! Hurry!" He'd never heard her whimper that way before. "Elliot, Elliot, please...please!"
Blackness crowded in, cutting him off from the raw intensity of what she wanted.
(")(')(')(")
When Elliot awakened, Olivia wasn't in the hospital room. She'd gone to the Women's restroom. When he'd initially regained consciousness, she had been just in time to see him slip back into unconsciousness, and then Kathy had walked in. Kathy stayed for about an hour and a half, having to leave, not saying why. Olivia had assumed the reason was Eli.
She stepped into the room, relief as a result of his alertness, flooding her; her smile knew no bounds. "El!"
He tried to scowl, but he couldn't.
"Are you okay?"
"Painey, kind of, but I'll live, thanks to you." He chuckled, sharing the joke between them. "Strong like bull, right?"
Olivia nodded, as though the weight of his stare was a leg up. Her somber eyes squared off with his roguish ones. "I shouldn't have stuck my nose...butted in; if I'd stayed put..." She looked away. "I nearly got you killed, El."
"Liv, don't you dare. I know why you came, and you better know I'm grateful. You saved me from dying on that sidewalk." He watched her blanch, horrified by that thought, and he patted the bed waiting for her to sit close to him. "I swore I wasn't leaving you. I'll always be grateful...for." Her love because that was exactly what it was, what it was for him too, if he just let go of everything that held him back from telling her.
"Kathy was here awhile ago."
His expression went blank, the desire to respond eluding him.
“El?”
"Yeah? Where's she now?"
Olivia raked his face with judgmental eyes. "My guess? Back home with your new son."
"My guess...glad to be there as far away from me as she can."
"What are you saying? She's your wife, who was calling me every hour on the hour demanding to know where you were since you decided not to tell her about your going under unauthorized undercover."
Snidely, Elliot said, "Who are you all of a sudden? The new copy editor for advice to the lovelorn column?" They exchanged impassive looks until he finally confessed, "I give our marriage another year, tops."
"Pessimist. It can be fixed you know," Olivia advocated.
"And suppose I don't want it fixed, Liv."
She punctuated her disconsolate look with a gasp. "But--wha'--"
"Suppose I don't want it fixed because that would mess up my being with the woman I can't live without."
Her lower lip was giving her trouble with all its trembling so she bit it to keep it in check. "El, maybe I'd better get your doctor to up the dosage of your pain medica--"
"Listen!" If it came out corny, he wasn't beneath it, not for her sake. "No doc can give me what you do, Liv." He'd made that sound as though two horses awaited them in the corridor for riding off into a sooty New York City sunset. "You're the reason I haven't put my own gun to my head."
"Don't--don't say that,” she half whispered, half rejoiced.
"Why not say so?" he challenged, inspiringly virile in his truculence.
"I'm n-not, I couldn't...ever...come between Kathy, you and your children."
"Me and Kathy have done enough coming between ourselves and the kids for years. I'm sick and tired of fighting, of making excuses, of being the failure she pegs me for. I'm not messing with your head, Liv. You're everything to me, and I'm tired of controlling what I feel for you." His hand had found its way to her thigh and the squeeze was on. "Give me a chance, Liv?"
"What about *everything*, El? Not just your family, but our jobs and partnership too? Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't it you who said we can't be partners anymore if we let feelings come before the job? And how *are* your children supposed to take your splitting up with their mother on account of me?"
"Okay..." His shrug was noncommittal, but the determined glint in his eyes wasn't. "One step at a time?"
Olivia got off the bed and backed away. Who was finally waking up now? "I c-can't--"
"Kathy and me are over, through, totally finito." Throbbing shoulder or no, he leaned off the bed's raised pillowed backrest. Never let it be said he was too proud to beg.
"Why? Because you say so, El?"
"No, because it's true. Kathy wants out every bit as much as I do."
"That's not my take. I heard an anxious wife, desperate to know that her husband was safe." Elliot opened his mouth, but Olivia wasn't through. "Hear her out. You have another baby with her." She was standing by the door, a heartbreak away from leaving.
"No, Liv, don't go. Don't you want me? Hear *me* out--please! Liv!"
Turning her back on him, her head a monument to tornado alley, she fled his room, incriminations chasing her.
Bewildered, unable to believe how wrong he'd been reading her all this time, he explicitly vowed, "You can't run out on me, Liv, not now, not ever. I will have you--one way or another I will!"
Author: Susie
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Olivia/Elliot
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this, neither do I own anything.
Archive: Yes
Filigree
That distracting lace burned his chest. Never thought she was the type, his jumpy mind dredged up; the heat of her fine body was such a tease, as was her whole manner in this ticklish situation. He didn't like the veiled look of lechery Bushido was giving his partially-nude partner as he felt self-combustion coming on fast, with self-control draining briskly having Olivia pressed up against him, hard. He worked not to meet her eyes, knowing his would give too much away. A greater show of keeping up appearances there could never be; she was acting her heart out trying to save his ass, continuing to wind her body around his own.
"Get dressed!"
No! he raged.
But, already, Tybor was manhandling Olivia, tugging her away from the build-up of heat their bodies had innately contributed. Her shirt, as though empowered, was back on and she crammed herself into her jacket, throwing worried looks like spears. The door closed behind her, and she was gone.
Bushido and Tybor sized him up like predatory animals. "Get dressed, 'Mike!'" He did as he'd been ordered, his heartbeats mauling his insides. The bad feeling he had overrode rational thought.
In the car now, no clue about where Bushido was taking him, the inveterate intimidator bawled him out for breaking 'the rules.' His off-the-cuff apology for screwing-up didn't cut it with Bushido, who was slowing down by a warehouse.
Elliot had never been more on edge. "What--"
"Go inside...for the cage."
Elliot's cocky smile faded when he saw Bushido pull his gun. Everything screeched to a halt, yet sped up at the same time. There was a frisson of panic, but a fleeting texture of calm just before Bushido cocked the weapon. Pain, white-hot, agonizing pain, tore into his shoulder and his world turned crimson with the cement pavement like soggy foam underneath his weightless body which had been dumped. Reality went fuzzy and unfocused before his faltering vision; he opened his eyes again, mumbling the one thing that made sense over and over.
"Olivia..."
Was this all some lurid dream? He saw her then, the way she'd been back at the rathole of a house they'd had him in. "Olivia," he moaned again, fantasizing about running his fingers through her hair, nuzzling and kissing her cleavage, feeling the rise and fall of her flawless breasts fondled by all that lovely, gauzy lace...
Vaguely aware that he was speaking, he couldn't hear the sound; his lips barely moved. "Olivia, I need--"
"Elliot!"
She was far away, but she was there, his addled mind perceived and through the haze of not knowing if he would live or die, he knew he wanted Olivia to know that she mattered most.
"Get a bus--now! Hurry!" He'd never heard her whimper that way before. "Elliot, Elliot, please...please!"
Blackness crowded in, cutting him off from the raw intensity of what she wanted.
(")(')(')(")
When Elliot awakened, Olivia wasn't in the hospital room. She'd gone to the Women's restroom. When he'd initially regained consciousness, she had been just in time to see him slip back into unconsciousness, and then Kathy had walked in. Kathy stayed for about an hour and a half, having to leave, not saying why. Olivia had assumed the reason was Eli.
She stepped into the room, relief as a result of his alertness, flooding her; her smile knew no bounds. "El!"
He tried to scowl, but he couldn't.
"Are you okay?"
"Painey, kind of, but I'll live, thanks to you." He chuckled, sharing the joke between them. "Strong like bull, right?"
Olivia nodded, as though the weight of his stare was a leg up. Her somber eyes squared off with his roguish ones. "I shouldn't have stuck my nose...butted in; if I'd stayed put..." She looked away. "I nearly got you killed, El."
"Liv, don't you dare. I know why you came, and you better know I'm grateful. You saved me from dying on that sidewalk." He watched her blanch, horrified by that thought, and he patted the bed waiting for her to sit close to him. "I swore I wasn't leaving you. I'll always be grateful...for." Her love because that was exactly what it was, what it was for him too, if he just let go of everything that held him back from telling her.
"Kathy was here awhile ago."
His expression went blank, the desire to respond eluding him.
“El?”
"Yeah? Where's she now?"
Olivia raked his face with judgmental eyes. "My guess? Back home with your new son."
"My guess...glad to be there as far away from me as she can."
"What are you saying? She's your wife, who was calling me every hour on the hour demanding to know where you were since you decided not to tell her about your going under unauthorized undercover."
Snidely, Elliot said, "Who are you all of a sudden? The new copy editor for advice to the lovelorn column?" They exchanged impassive looks until he finally confessed, "I give our marriage another year, tops."
"Pessimist. It can be fixed you know," Olivia advocated.
"And suppose I don't want it fixed, Liv."
She punctuated her disconsolate look with a gasp. "But--wha'--"
"Suppose I don't want it fixed because that would mess up my being with the woman I can't live without."
Her lower lip was giving her trouble with all its trembling so she bit it to keep it in check. "El, maybe I'd better get your doctor to up the dosage of your pain medica--"
"Listen!" If it came out corny, he wasn't beneath it, not for her sake. "No doc can give me what you do, Liv." He'd made that sound as though two horses awaited them in the corridor for riding off into a sooty New York City sunset. "You're the reason I haven't put my own gun to my head."
"Don't--don't say that,” she half whispered, half rejoiced.
"Why not say so?" he challenged, inspiringly virile in his truculence.
"I'm n-not, I couldn't...ever...come between Kathy, you and your children."
"Me and Kathy have done enough coming between ourselves and the kids for years. I'm sick and tired of fighting, of making excuses, of being the failure she pegs me for. I'm not messing with your head, Liv. You're everything to me, and I'm tired of controlling what I feel for you." His hand had found its way to her thigh and the squeeze was on. "Give me a chance, Liv?"
"What about *everything*, El? Not just your family, but our jobs and partnership too? Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't it you who said we can't be partners anymore if we let feelings come before the job? And how *are* your children supposed to take your splitting up with their mother on account of me?"
"Okay..." His shrug was noncommittal, but the determined glint in his eyes wasn't. "One step at a time?"
Olivia got off the bed and backed away. Who was finally waking up now? "I c-can't--"
"Kathy and me are over, through, totally finito." Throbbing shoulder or no, he leaned off the bed's raised pillowed backrest. Never let it be said he was too proud to beg.
"Why? Because you say so, El?"
"No, because it's true. Kathy wants out every bit as much as I do."
"That's not my take. I heard an anxious wife, desperate to know that her husband was safe." Elliot opened his mouth, but Olivia wasn't through. "Hear her out. You have another baby with her." She was standing by the door, a heartbreak away from leaving.
"No, Liv, don't go. Don't you want me? Hear *me* out--please! Liv!"
Turning her back on him, her head a monument to tornado alley, she fled his room, incriminations chasing her.
Bewildered, unable to believe how wrong he'd been reading her all this time, he explicitly vowed, "You can't run out on me, Liv, not now, not ever. I will have you--one way or another I will!"