I can't make you love me(bensler one-shot)

Don't Take My Breath Away

Edited: She sits there holding her empty glass of champagne, watching as the lights illuminate Fin and Phebe and make the whole thing heavenly. Fin wasn't the guy for weddings and first dances and matching clothes, but for some reason, now, Fin looks the happier he has ever been, dancing his first dance to Phebe. Phebe is supposed to know the drill, that cops are not a huge fan of romance and "I love you"s, but in this very moment, they are not cops... none of them are.

Olivia plays with the solid form of the empty glass in her hands as she watches the two of them sway to the music. The slight breeze of the afternoon dances with her shoulder length wavy hair and makes her shiver a little.

The garden is beautifully designed for the evening, festoon lights brightening the mood everywhere.

Her emerald green velvet dress is showing her gorgeous collarbone and shoulders, glowing under the dim lights. Her touching her chest time to time makes it seem like it's from another universe... makes her seem like she's from another universe.

Her son is happily running around and so are the other kids. Everything is loud, the hum of conversations, a lot of noise floating around. But it's not too much. It's just perfect.

She wants to close her eyes, to take in all of it. There has been too much loss and death and tragedy, too much rain in one place in the past few months. All she wants, all she needs is this moment-right here, in the presence of the slight breeze and the dim lights.

She closes her eyes and let's it all sink in. The world starts to move slow and all the sorrow and loss seems far away from her.

She knows that he's there. Standing few feet away from her, watching her as she gives herself in to the aroma and the atmosphere. She doesn't turn her head though. She's not ready yet. It's been long after they'd last talked and he had said some things... things that had clouded her mind and not clarified anything. They both had. And the letter? It makes her heart sink everytime she thinks about how his hand moved the pen to write those words.

She can sense his bold presence despite the crowd in there. He's always had a huge presence. The sight of him knocked the air out of her the first time she saw him tonight. He has shaved his scruffy beard, which had been sitting on his face for weeks. He's dressed in a black suit, white shirt under it, its top buttons undone, his chest showing off, that she had taken a glance at. That is his style... it has always been whatever he wanted it to be.

His broad shoulders, which were fragile first when he had come back, now have a source of power in them. His chest rising and falling evenly, no sign of tension or anxiety. She knows better though, that the PTSD is still there, buried deep into him.

She can feel him approaching her, walking slowly towards her, two glasses of champagne in his hands.

It's too soon for her to turn her head, to look at him, to look him in the eyes and try to not give anything away. Just like when they used to play the same game. The game of pure temptation. Only difference now is that they have said some things since that day at the hospital that the rules in their game never allowed them to. She can see from the corner of her eye that he's getting closer with every second she takes... but she needs another minute, hell let it be a second but she needs another moment as if 10 years of being apart never prepared her for it.

They had gazed at each other through the ceremony, stared into each others eyes then broken the eye contact. Up until that moment she had forgotten how looking at him used to make her feel. She doesn't know now, how she has survived without him beside her, to look at him every now and then, to feel his presence guarding her back. "I'll always have your six". She knows that she doesn't need anyone shielding her and being her rescuer; but something in him makes her want to feel weak, vulnerable around him; for him to cross every line just to get to her and hold her in his arms, shield her from everything.