THE RETURN

Chapter 27

He guided her to the bed, "You sit, I'll unpack."

Her body turned slowly in his arms so that she could look at him, "I want to do something Elliot." There was no way she was going to just continue to sit.

He smiled and rubbed his hands up and down her sides. He knew the physical aspect of unpacking was something that she wasn't going to be able to help with. Although if he allowed her to, she would probably attempt it. "Do you want to fold clothes and put clothes on hangers?"

She raised her eyebrows at him, "Are you telling me my clothes aren't folded?"

"They don't have to be." He smiled when she breathed a sigh of relief out of her mouth.

Her hands raised to slip underneath the hem of his shirt. She still just didn't know how he stayed in shape so well throughout the years. She allowed her hands to glide along the ridges of his torso before wrapping her arms around him. "Can't you pull drawers out and I can help place clothing in them?"

For the same reason he always knew, Olivia wanted to over exert herself. It's what made her the strong, independent woman that she was. Most likely was the reason why she rightfully made it to the lieutenant spot. "Can't you just put clothes on hangers?" The look she gave him was enough for him to know that he probably wasn't going to win the current situation. There was absolutely no way she was just going to put clothes on hangers. "Or I can pull the drawers out so you can help put clothes in them."

She smiled and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "Thank you."

He kissed her again before helping her sit on the bed with her back against the headboard. He didn't waste anytime pulling the box off the bed, setting it on the floor next to her, and pulling the drawers he had emptied out to place them on the bed. As he worked, she watched him intently. He was still the same Elliot Stabler she had fallen for 20 years before, but he had changed so much. His movements were made with ease now, no longer with fury.

After a mutual agreement that Elliot would hand her clothes and she would place them in the drawers, he sat on the edge of the bed next to her stretched out legs and reached over her to place a drawer directly beside her. "I stacked everything pretty neatly, so we can do one drawer at a time."

They set up a good groove of him handing her stacks of clothes, her placing them in a drawer, him removing the drawer once it was complete and setting it on the floor, then placing another one next to her. When they made it through her tank tops and baggy shirts, she asked, "You said you didn't pack everything Elliot."

He chuckled, "I didn't. I just packed all your comfortable clothes."

She shook her head with a smile on her face. As he continued to hand her clothes, he was thankful that she was able to do the task without much pain. The last thing they both needed was for her to get irritated because she couldn't do the most simplest of things. When he reached down to grab her bras, his eyes made contact with a purple little something. He smiled and bypassed the toy, deciding that he would show it to her once all of her clothes were put away. The thought crossed his mind that she would be offended by him bringing it. Although Olivia had already proven to him that she was a sex goddess, not that he needed much convincing, he wondered if she was the type of woman who liked to keep her personal stuff, personal. He quickly pushed the thought to the back of his mind. No matter her reaction, he would deal with it accordingly.

Once he placed the last complete drawer on the floor, he leaned in to kiss her deeply. Her natural instinct was to lift her body off the headboard so that she could wrap her arms around his neck. Elliot was quick to grab both sides of her ribcage when she did. With the support of his hands, she was successfully able to use hers to frame his face. Their tongues danced, their teeth nibbled, and their lips sucked. Each time he tried to slow the kiss down to pull away, she would speed it right back up. At a swipe of his tongue at the roof of her mouth, she let out a low, satisfying moan that succeeded in making him the rest of the way hard. The moan distracted her enough for him to pull his lips away.