[Rp det_lassiter] Walking in Memphis

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    She stepped off the plane, and for a moment, didn't know what to do next.  It wasn't as if she was here to meet someone right away, I mean she was here to meet someone, it's just that his flight didn't get in for another hour and a half.  So she stood in the concourse for a few minutes trying to get her head on straight, she hadn't slept much

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The disappointment that Olivia wasn't waiting for him at his arrival gate stabbed at him harder than he'd ever admit. He honestly had thought that she'd be there. Most of the flight had been spent in anticipation for the moment when he'd see her again. He'd been playing the moment over in his mind; some cheesy slushy movie style reunion where he gathered her up into his arms and they kissed, and of course, there wouldn't really be music playing and the world wouldn't shift into soft focus, but maybe it would, just for him.

Snorting to himself, he made his way out to find a cab; it was probably better that she wasn't there. He'd have been disillusioned when the cartoon bunny didn't start flinging rose petals at them. Part of him even tried to convince himself that he was glad she wasn't there, that she was independent and not hanging around for him. He didn't need a trophy to hang off his arm, he loved her because she was strong and didn't need him. It made it all the more special that she wanted him, regardless

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In her dream a very large version of Droopy the dog was sitting on her lap telling her about the bull fight when all of a sudden the dog was whispering in her ear. It wouldn't have been any weirder then the rest of the dream except his voice sounded like Carlton's, but that wasn't right, Carlton was still in mid flight. Wasn't he? Then it all came back to her, the airport, the nap, the suspicious lack of noise and the heat on her shoulder. Inhaling hard, she opened her eyes and sat up a little, her fingers going to her hair that had falling across her face as she slept

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Closing his eyes at the kiss, he sighed out a silent breath. The world didn't go into soft focus and the violins didn't start, it was so much better than that, it was real. He'd been waiting so long for this moment, when Olivia was with him again, now that it had come he wanted to soak it up until nothing else existed in his world except this beautiful, sleep mussed girl and her mouth against his.

The words took his breath away. He smiled, arms wrapping around her, one hand sliding up her back to comb through the hair at the base of her skull and cradle her head.

"I love you too, Olivia." He kissed her softly, pulling back briefly to shake his head a little. "I've missed you so much."

Now that he had her back with him, he wasn't going to let go again. Not even if she wanted to get dressed.

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She let him hold her, going a little limp under his lips and his strong arms. He made her feel so soft, so vulnerable, and that was completely different then how she normally was. Truth be told she had been fighting and hard her whole life, and now, being with him, it was like a much needed vacation from the facade of control. When he said the words she longed to hear from him, she whimpered softly. It was perfect

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"Because we're stubborn, and gluttons for punishment." He smiled as he found himself sinking onto the bed with her.

He settled alongside her, but keeping as much of his body in contact with hers as possible. His fingers gently shifted stray hair from her forehead, the auburn locks feathery against his hand.

Shifting his gaze to her eyes, he let out a soft breath. "How have I managed to get through every day without you there by my side?"

He really didn't know. How did he do it before he met Olivia? There'd been a lot more scotch involved, he knew that much... Maybe there still was some drink, but not to get oblivious any longer, not when he wanted the clarity to be able to talk to her on the phone at least.

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"Nothing wrong with being stubborn, but I am tired of getting beat up," she informed him with a grin. When he relaxed on the bed, she cuddled up close, her eyes half open she let her hands explore him, getting use to the man next to her.

As he spoke again she opened her eyes and reached up to touch his cheek. Shaking her head, she realized that she didn't have an answer for him, at least not a good one, she suffered from the same problem. She had made herself miserable not being with him, pretending that she was detached and independent. In all honesty she had been miserable. "I don't know, but you won't have to do it any more. You can't get rid of me now."

She was teasing him, a little, but half of her wondered if he would one day get rid of her. That wasn't something to think about, not now. Leaning up she kissed him once more, getting lost in his mouth that was much better and safer then getting lost in her own thoughts.

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For a few moments, he let the kiss deepen. Eyes falling shut, he threw himself into it, revelling in the missed intimacy. Her touch had been the thing he was missing all month, that and her taste, and the shape of her body. His hand smoothed down the towel-clad curves of her side as if trying to commit them back to memory .

The thought formed from the words she'd spoken and grew from there. If niggled at the back of his mind. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't important enough to break the kiss, to interrupt this moment. He could wait and ask over dinner. Only it was important. So important that he felt apprehensive that the answer she would give wouldn't be what he hoped for.

Pulling back, he searched her eyes. "So you haven't changed your mind? You're going to come to Santa Barbara permanently?"

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When he pulled back, she groaned with longing, her lips still tingling from their kiss. No matter what memories she kept of their being together, their kisses, or his touch, it was never as good as the real thing. He was something too good to be a memory, or even a fantasy, and she had a vivid imagination.

Her head on the pillow she looked at him, her fingers combing through his dark hair as she thought about the question. It was a huge step, massive, she hadn't lived outside of New York . . . well ever. She would have to give up her job, and her friends to move across country. She would have to give up a lot. The question was, was he worth it?

Finally, she nodded and kissed his forehead. "I haven't changed my mind, I want to be with you. I've already started looking for a transfer over there." It was her little surprise, but she wasn't sure how he would actually take it.

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Words failed him, which in itself wasn't such an unusual occurrence, but now he found that he couldn't even find the breath to speak. It was like he'd been winded, but in the best possible way, as a butterfly feeling of excitement somersaulted inside of him.

When everything else failed him, he expressed the torrent of joy he felt the only way he could. He kissed her. Tender, but passionate, his hands coming to bury fingertips in her hair, his body rocking to press over her a little.

Panting slightly from the rush, he closed his eyes and drew back. With their foreheads touching, mouth still so tantalisingly close to her, the words finally came.

"You've made me so happy, Olivia."

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"I am glad, really, really glad," she laughed breathlessly against his mouth. "Otherwise this would have been a really awkward moment." She tried to be relaxed, at ease but she wasn't, anything but and her trembling body gave that away. They had both taken a risk and it had paid off, but it could have turned out oh so differently.

Groaning in frustration at her own thoughts, she pushed herself up hard against him, claiming his mouth in another kiss. Pushing herself off the bed, she rolled both of them on to his back, grinning as she did so. When she was correctly settled on his hips, she sat up and brushed hair away from her face as she held the towel to her chest.

"Well, well, it looks like I finally caught the big bad wolf. Have I managed to domesticate you, Mr. Wolf?"

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Grinning up at her, (wolfishly? He couldn't help wondering, the thought enough to make him snort in amusement), he reached out and cupped his hands over her hips.

"Oh, huff puff!" He sighed playfully. "What is a big bad wolf to do?"

He wiggled a bit, hips rising to make her bob up and down a little in a way that made him want to laugh. His mood was so lifted, everything around him seemed light. It was such a rare occurance in his life, but of course it would be Olivia that would bring out this side of him.

"For the chance to spend the rest of his life with the beautiful Ms. Hood, Mr Wolf would even wear a collar and nametag."

Okay... He hadn't meant that to sound so kinky... Nevermind.

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When he bucked his hips she bounced, causing her to laugh and grab at his shirt. Leaning down, she gave him a sly grin, to easily picturing him in a collar and tags. It was an interesting mental image and given their previous conversations about pain and domination she wondered if he would even go for it. Maybe not.

"Maybe, if you behave, I'll get you a nice collar for your birthday." Very lightly she brushed her lips over his throat as she spoke, carefully nuzzling his neck. "So everyone will know you belong to little red riding hood."

She didn't mean to get like this, not really. The last thing she wanted was for him to think that all she wanted him for was sex. At first that might have been the case, but things had changed. So now she was caught between necking and having serious conversation.

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The light growl he made was mostly involuntary, a reaction to the attention paid to his neck. It shifted into a moan as he arched his head back to give her better access. His arms wrapping around her body to pull her close.

There were other ways you could let people know that you belong to someone... The words were almost out his mouth before he stopped himself. No. Now wasn't the time to start voicing that kind of thing, not when he'd not even taken the time to think about it himself. Olivia was already taking a massive leap to live with him, scaring her off with impulsive thoughts was not the way to go forward.

Though, she'd already said that she could see her having children with him... But all that was a conversation to have when they weren't both horizontal.

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His growl sent shivers down her spine, good Lord it drove her crazy, and out of instinct she pressed her hips down against his as she laid against his chest. She was busy nuzzling and lightly nipping at his throat when she heard his words. Pausing for a moment she thought about them carefully.

She could remember very clearly the night they chatted about getting married, having children. For some reason she always thought that he wasn't interested in getting remarried, but perhaps she had been wrong.

Turning her head, she kissed his mouth lightly and opened her eyes to gaze down at him. "You're right, there are, but right now I'm just looking to see if you can be house broken." She winked at him, grinning good naturedly. The talk didn't scare her off, not yet, but much like Carlton's thinking, it was probably not a discussion to have when this close.

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He nodded, glad that his impulsive slip hadn't sent her backing away to the other side of the room. She wasn't jumping up and down shouting "yes! Yes!" either, which was good. Some women were prone to taking so much as an offer of coffee at the end of an evening as a proposal of marriage.

He was wary about thinking such thoughts, but it really did feel like they operated on the same wavelength, wanted the same things.

"I can promise you I'm very well trained, but there's still plenty of chance for you to teach an old wolf new tricks." Skimming his hand down her back, he smiled up her. "Now, one of us needs to do something about their clothing situation..." He raised his eyebrows a little and licked the corner of his mouth expectantly.

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"I've always wanted to give a wolf a lesson," she smirked and ran her fingers through his hair before she sat up on top of him. An eyebrow raised and she looked down at her towel clad self and then him in substantially more clothing. Taking on an innocent look she fixed the cotton towel around her more securely.

"Oh, should I get dressed, is there something you want to go out and do?" It was hard to keep up the innocent facade, especially with him between her legs and really nothing between them but his slacks. If they weren't careful she would embarrass herself by getting him wet.

Slowly she started to climb off of him, giving him more then ample time to grab her. "I'll get dressed . . ."