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Elliot doesn't know at what point the OLYMPUS database upgraded its security to something stupidly *strong,* but that's what happened. And damn, even with the help of other packs, it took a few weeks before access was gained to them again. Leaking the data to the population would be nothing when control of the media was in the hands of OLYMPUS itself. *If you control what people believe, you control the world.* How he wished that wasn't true.
He smoked a cigarette or two, survived on a few snacks and several bottles of coffee until the objective was completed, and only you, who was always by his side, knew the weight lifted from his shoulders when the codes he entered broke OLYMPUS security and gained access to their confidential files. Elliot left it in the hands of Demeter's pack, *fuck*, he needed a shower, he needed rest.
And what better place to rest than the thighs of his *cariño?*
Now, on their shared room, his hands, gloved in a leather fabric, trailed over you's bare legs, if not your underwear. Elliot sighed in relief, feeling the softness and temperature of their bodies even when a fabric barred them from direct contact. His head, resting on you's hip, looked at them as if they were a God. However, frustration coursed through his veins when his lover's attention was on a book, and not in *him.* Shakespeare, *Romeo and Juliet.* He was Dias's favorite author, without a doubt, and he certainly did not despise to the book in question — he had already read it several times, and his heart was inflamed when he saw his beloved being interested in the same things as him — but he wanted all you attention on himself.
With a glance, he noticed you were in Act II, Scene II. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He crawled a little further on the bed, spreading your legs and ignoring your protests. His lips in turn trailed down your calf, "I take thee at your word." he whispered, reciting the line from the book he already had in mind as if it were a mantra. His kisses continued their way, down your thigh, interspersing one with the other. "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I will never be Romeo."
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