Elliot pov
I'd been gone for about a week. I kind of missed New York, and I missed Liv especially.
I couldn't put a finger on why I didn't say goodbye. I guess I just felt as thought it'd be best for the both of us not having to go though the pain of saying goodbye.
I hate goodbyes.
Always have.
Always will.
I grabbed the phone and stepped out onto the balcony in my hotel room.
The line rang...rang...rang
"Elliot?" Asks Liv. I can here the hoarseness of her voice. She's been crying. For a long time.
"It's me baby," I say, thinking of what to say. "Olivia, the reason I didn't say goodbye is because I hate goodbyes. They're unbearable for me, just like they are for you. I was being selfish and a jerk when I left. And I left two days early because I wanted to have more time with my kids. I know you can understand that. I was being foolish. Foolish for taking a huge risk and maybe losing you. I love you more than anything Olivia. I don't ever want to lose you. Ever!" I say finishing.
I hear her breathing in and out. She's holding in her tears. "Elliot. I love you too. More than you'll ever know." Olivia says, and I can tell she's smiling right now. It makes me smile.
"I'll be home soon, my darling. Probably by this Saturday. I love you and I'll talk to you in the morning." I say kissing into the phone.
"Talk to you in the morning El. I love you. Goodnight." She kisses back into the phone.
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Saturday- Olivia pov
As I waited at the terminal, I saw Elliot walking out. I immediately ran to him.
He grabbed me in his arms and it felt so good. I felt safe again. I felt like me again.
We were standing there holding one another. We didn't care if people were staring. We just enjoyed the moment while it lasted.
After a minute or so, we left the airport and arrived home shortly.
When we got inside, Elliot threw his stuff down.
His lips smashed against mine. I deepened the kiss, and the we stopped to take a breath.
"I love you Olivia. God, I love you!" He said as he picked me and pushed me up against the wall.
A/N( I know a little peculiar for Bensler, but why not?)
We went into the bedroom and he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Man, he still kept in shape.
God, it felt so good to have him with me. Right here. Right now.
