An FBI Archive

Chapter Thirteen

Nia changed out of her work pants and put on a pair of sweats instead but she kept her turtleneck on, knowing that none of t-shirts that she sleeps in would cover the scars and she didn't want Elliot to see them. He knocked on her door at eight, having left his kids with his mother. 
"Hey, come on in" She smiled, standing to the side to allow him to enter. 
"Hey, I bought the beer as promised" He smiled, moving into the living room, she closed the door and followed behind him. 
"Thanks, I really need it" She grabbed a can and opened it "Cheers" 
"Cheers" He smiled, tapping his can against hers as they both took a sip "So what do you want to talk about?" She sighed loudly. 
"Where should I start?" 
"Where do you want to start?" 
"I'm a shitty sister to Caroline because I thought that it would protect her from knowing what happened to me whilst I was kidnapped, but she was already hurting, she probably overheard a lot. Most parents that have a child kidnapped with ignore any others" 
"That doesn't make you a shitty sister" 
"Doesn't it?" 
"No, a shitty sister would argue and fight but you chose to protect her even if she didn't need it. You did what you thought would be best for her, like you do with your other sisters" 
"My therapist said that Caroline probably heard my nightmares or saw my scars" Nia shook her head "A ten year old kid shouldn't have to see that" 
"No kid should go through that" Nia palmed her covered wrist before she pulled up the sleeve and held out her wrist for him to see. 
"I was eight. Lacie was ten when she hung herself from her treehouse. The only difference is I didn't cut deep enough to kill" 
"And the turtlenecks?" 
"To cover everything they did" He nodded "I told my therapist that nobody wanted anything to do with me, especially not my sister or my parents" 
"I do" He assured her, the arm that lay on the back of the couch reached out and gently stroked her shoulder. 
"You won't when you get to know me" 
"I do know you and I think that you're too hard on yourself and that you love even though it hurts. You're strong, even though it hurts. You give all of yourself to the kids that we help, even though it hurts like a bitch. I like you Nia, because despite what you've went through you're not cold or mean and you have every right to be"
"Do you have scars? From the army?" Elliot placed his can on the coffee table before he pulled up his shirt showing her the jagged scar that lay down the side of his stomach. 
"Jerk stabbed me with a knife. I still managed to take him down though" Nia moved closer, running the tip of her finger down the pink tinted skin. She could feel him shiver slightly at her touch but she was too focused on his scar. This man, this man had been so careful and gentle around her, she was so sure that he would never dare to hurt her, and that reckless feeling was growing. 
"Do- Can I show you mine?" 
"If you want to" Nia reached for the hem of her shirt with shaking hands and pulled it up over her head until it was free of her body. His eyes searched, finding cuts, cigarette burns and so much more before his eyes met hers once again. 
"You're beautiful Nia" She felt her heart ach in her chest. All the times that she had heard them say that phrase to her, those words had always felt like nothing but when he, when Elliot said those words she felt them in her bones. 
"I want to fuck you" She admitted, leaning towards him but not quite making contact. 
"Nia, are you sure?" 
"Positive" She nodded. 
"Do you want to fuck or is that what you think needs to happen?" Nia was caught off-guard by his question but she appreciated that he asked. 
"I want to fuck because I like you Elliot. You look at me, not what they did to me. I'm used to fucking a friend because he knows my story, knows where not to linger. I want to fuck you because I like how you make me feel about all of this" She motioned to her body "I want to fuck you" He nodded, waiting for her to make the first move. Nia returned her hands to his body, running them along the muscles of his stomach, she could heard his breathing harden and it didn't scare her. Everything about men and sex used to scare her, but with Elliot everything he did was the opposite, he was kind and gentle and she wanted to feel his hands on her. Nia pressed her lips against the scar, soft and gentle. 
"Touch me" She ordered and his hands went to her hips, gripping the skin. She pressed kisses up his body until she reached his lips "You do know how sex works don't you?" 
"I have four kids, I know how sex works" 
"Then touch me" As she pressed her lips to his his hands roamed up her back, his fingers ignoring the jagged whip marks as he continued to touch her. Her own hands roamed his chest and stomach, touching and exploring every inch of skin on display. His lips dropped to her neck but he was still too soft for her, too gentle. 
"I'll tell you if it's too much. I trust you" He sunk his teeth into the vein in her neck earning a hiss in response before he soothed it with his tongue. His hands went to her ass gripping and kneading her through her sweats. 
"You're fucking beautiful Nia" He bit at her neck again, licking, sucking at her skin. 
"Pants. Off. Now" She ordered, reaching for his belt. 
"Can we do this in a bed. I feel like a teenager" Nia smiled and took his hand, leading him through her apartment and into her bedroom. As she turned to face him in the middle of her bedroom Elliot could see her nervousness. 
"If you give me an order I'll follow it" He assured her. 
"Tap your head and rub your stomach" He chuckled as he complied with her request "Take your pants off" She ordered, any signs of laughter gone as he pulled his belt open and pushed his pants down around his ankles before he kicked them the rest of the way off. 
"It feels a little unfair, maybe you should take your bra off, just to even things up" He suggested, a playful gleam in his eyes. 
"Take those boxers off and I'll consider it" She smirked, a playful look playing in her own eyes as she sat on the edge of her bed and waited for him to finish undressing. He pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them off before he kicked them away too "I've seen a lot of penises in my time and that one has got to be the best looking one" She half joked before she saw the look on his face "Sorry, bad kind of joke" 
"It's okay, but joking about my junk isn't helping me here" 
"Junk?" 
"Dick" 
"Sorry, just sit" She ordered, switching places with him. As he settled back against the pillows as Nia unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground at her feet. 
"Definitely worth it" She smiled, reaching for the waistband of her sweats, pulling them done until she could kick them away "Fuck" That breathless tone in his low voice stirred her up inside. She looped her fingers inside of the waistband of her panties, watching as his eyes dropped from hers down to her last piece of clothing. She pushed them off and kicked them away, his eyes meeting hers once again. 
"Should I stay here or leave you be?" She teased. 
"Please get over here" His playful tone was replaced by something else, want. Elliot wanted her and she wanted him. She moved over to the bed and moved over him, sitting on the bottom of his stomach. 
"Condom?" 
"In my pants" He groaned, to wrapped up in her to remember wrapping himself up. Nia leaned in, pressing her lips against his neck as she pulled open the bedside table drawer "Thank you god" Nia slid off him, her lips still at his neck as Elliot grabbed a condom and rolled it onto himself "How do you want-" Nia didn't let him finish his sentence as she climbed over him again and gripped him, lining them up before she sunk down on top of him in one movement. 
"Fuck El" She groaned. 
"El? I like it" He smiled up at her. 
"Shut up douchebag" She smiled down at him before she connected their lips once again. Nia moved her hips against his, feeling his hands at her hips, assisting her in her movements. 
"Beautiful. You're perfect" He grunted under her. Nia pulled back from his warm body, bracing herself against the headboard as her movements sped up. Nia grabbed one of Elliot's hands and pushed it up against her breast, ordering him to touch her as the hand at her hip wrapped around her waist, helping her keep up their rough movements. 
"More El. Talk to me" She grunted. 
"How could you ever think that nobody wants you? God Nia, you're fucking amazing. All I want is to be the reason that you smile" His words turned her on more. After years of uncertainty and fear she finally felt safe, she finally felt desired in a good way, she finally felt loved. 
"I want you, El"
"I want you Nia. Cum for me zibaei min" She didn't know what he had said and she didn't care when she was shattering above him, her legs shaking and her voice hoarse from screaming his name. Elliot followed after her, bucking up into her as he filled the condom with a grunt. Nia fell against his chest, feeling his chest heave with each breath much like her own was. 
"What does it mean?" 
"Zibaedi min?" She nodded against his chest "My beauty" 
"I like it" She placed her chin against his chest, smiling down at him "Do you have to go?" 
"Do you want me to?" She hesitated for a moment before she nodded. 
"Let me call my mom and I'll be right back" Nia didn't move. He threaded a hand into her hair, his thumb stroking over her cheek "I'm here zibaedi min, I'm not going anywhere" He assured her, she nodded and climbed off of him. Elliot slipped out of bed, dumping the condom in the bathroom trash before he grabbed his pants and pulled out his phone. 
"Hey mom, yeah I'm all good. Can you do me a favour and get the kids off to school in the morning? Yeah, a work friend needs me. Yes, it's Nia. Okay, I will, love you too" He nodded before he hung up the phone, placing it on the bedside table before he climbed back in beside Nia. She pulled his arms around her as he settled his chest against her back. 
"I'm here Nia. I'm real and I'm not going anywhere as long as you let me stay here" 
"I really like that"