Title: Conveyed

Author: E.Helena

Summary: She rolled over and hugged his pillow to her, breathing in his lingering scent as she considered the contrasts between the man who made love to her in the night and the one she woke up to that morning.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Dick Wolf and the actors who bring them to life. No harm intended, no money made.

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Chapter 1 - Conveyed

She was roused from sleep by the feeling of warm breath and soft lips teasing her temple. He was snugged up to her back and the light thatch of his chest hair tickled between her shoulder blades. The fully-hard length of his erection pressed against her while his hand between her legs stroked and caressed her to wakefulness.

As she stirred and moved her leg to accommodate him, he removed his hand from her sensitized skin to position himself before she felt the thickness of him pushing into her. Whether due to her vulnerable state of semi-sleep or the remnants of reality-based erotic dreams, one pump of his hips left her gasping and trembling in his arms with a quick and quiet orgasm. Five thrusts later and he too shuddered as he spilled hotly inside her with nothing more than a soft grunt.

Wordlessly he withdrew from her and she heard his limbs slide along the cotton sheets as he got out of bed to head toward the bathroom. She lay there listening to his now-familiar morning routine. He always brushed his teeth before washing his face. Moving on to the kitchen, he always took the mugs out of the cupboard before preparing the coffee maker. One piece of wheat bread was toasted then slathered with butter and orange marmalade.

She rolled over and hugged his pillow to her, breathing in his lingering scent as she considered the contrasts between the man who made love to her in the night and the one she woke up to that morning. Last night's lover could tease her with merciless hints or descriptive verbal foreplay leading up to their tender, passionate, and often lengthy lovemaking. But the brief couplings like the one they shared earlier were never discussed. She'd come to know that mornings like these followed the horrors of dreams the night before. She understood that along with the fluid seeping down her thigh, he'd released his nightmares into her – the only way he knew how to share them.

Wrapping her robe around herself, she padded out to the kitchen and the welcoming smells of toast and fresh-brewed coffee. Greeted by his soft smile and gentle, 'Good morning,' there was only a small trace of guilt clouding his eyes. Tasting coffee and oranges in his morning kiss, she was grateful that he'd found a way to release his pain, and loved him all the more for entrusting it to her.

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