Fic: Wet
Okay, so this is a short little C/O semi-smut fic I just churned out for a friend. Enjoy!
Title: Wet
Pairing: Casey/Olivia
Rating: R
Casey had stepped on Olivia's last nerve. Stepped on? No, more like crunched. Smashed. Hammered to little tiny bits. Shattered. So when the phone rang ten minutes later, and Elliot transfered the call to her desk, she didn't want to answer. "I'm busy."
"No you're not. Pick up the phone."
"Is it Casey?"
"Yes."
"Then no."
"Come on, it wasn't that bad," El offered with a sympathetic smile. "She's probably calling to apologize."
"She probably wants a warrant."
"If she wanted a warrant, would she have asked specifically for you?"
"You're not going to tell her I'm busy, are you?"
"Nope."
Olivia growled and picked up the transfered call. "Benson," she snapped.
Elliot watched curiously as Olivia turned five shades of red and her eyes went wide as she quickly spun her chair to face away from him. What the hell was Casey saying?
"...my tongue in your ear, and I want to lick my way down to your neck, and bite you right where your pulse pounds at the base of your throat."
"Casey stop it." Olivia's voice had gone to a pitch she didn't know she had in her as she squeaked out a protest. "I'm sitting at my desk and this is hardly appropri--"
"I know you are. I want to crawl under your desk and grab your knees, pull your chair as close as I can and kiss the insides of your fucking amazing thighs until you're ready to cum before I even put my mouth on your pussy."
"Jesus Casey!" Liv hissed, running a hand through her hair and glancing around desperately as if everyone could hear what the ADA was saying to her. They couldn't, but now they sure as hell wanted to.
Casey was taking a huge risk here... she didn't even know if Olivia was into her, but she'd gotten a few hints over the past couple of months that suggested the dialogue might be appreciated. Probably not so much over the phone, but Casey was too nervous to say any of it face to face. And she'd chosen this particular moment to make the call because Olivia was already insanely pissed at her, and if this didn't make it better, it could hardly make it worse. And hey... Olivia had told her to stop it, but she hadn't hung up the phone! "I want my tongue in your pussy Olivia," she continued in a husky voice.
Olivia's throat felt like sandpaper as she swallowed hard, her face burning bright red as she stared at the top of her desk now, her breathing picking up as she began to picture the scene Casey was playing out with words. "You do, do you?" she managed to ask in a somewhat normal voice, just a bit rough around the edges.
Casey almost breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't want Olivia to know she'd been nervous. "Oh yeah, I do," she answered with a sultry purr. "I want my tongue in your pussy, I want to suck your clit so hard, Benson..."
Olivia tensed, her stomach clenching at Casey's words and the tone of her voice, and her mouth dropped open as she noticed she was uncomfortably wet.
Casey could hear Olivia's heavy breathing, and that made *her* wet. She was turning Olivia on. Oh God. That was more than she could have hoped for. "What do you want me to do with my fingers?" she asked.
Olivia closed her eyes and shook her head to herself. "I can't say," she whispered, biting her lower lip.
"Do you want them in your hair?"
"Yes."
"On your breasts, scratching lightly over your nipples?"
"Yes."
"Are they hard?"
Liv's breath hitched and she pushed past it, forcing the air out of her lungs. They were hard. Painfully hard. Trying to poke out through her three layers of clothing. "Yes," she finally admitted in a low voice.
"Olivia..." Casey began, her heart starting to race, "are you wet?"
Liv almost whimpered, holding back at the last second. "I-- yes," she exhaled.
"Really wet?" the ADA asked, breathing in and out, her nostrils flaring slightly.
Olivia squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, opening her eyes to glance around and then closing them again as she answered. "Yes."
"What is Olivia doing?" Munch asked Elliot discretely on his way back from the coffee machine.
"She's on the phone with Casey. They argued earlier, I think they're trying to work something out," Elliot replied, though he had a few suspicions himself. Olivia kept glancing around furtively, still blushing, and she was whispering, which she didn't normally do.
"And by 'working something out', do you mean having phone sex?" Munch asked, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the squirming Detective Benson. "Because that looks like phone sex to me."
"And you would know," Elliot scoffed, nudging Munch's arm. "She's not having phone sex with the ADA, get back to work." He rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate on his paperwork, but found himself keeping one eye on Olivia, really suspicious now.
"How wet?" Casey pressed her, sitting on the edge of her desk chair, back straight, straining to hear the detective's answer.
Olivia had to figure out how to answer without blatantly announcing what they were talking about. "To an uncomfortable degree," she finally decided.
"So it'd be easy to get my fingers inside you if I were under your desk, then?"
"God..." Olivia groaned quietly. "Yes, it would."
"How many?"
"What?" Liv squeaked.
"How many fingers could I fit inside without hurting you, if I were there right now with my hand in your pants?"
Liv was starting to lose it. Her eyelashes fluttered and she gripped the phone until her knuckles turned white. "Three."
"Then imagine I've got three fingers buried in you, Liv. Imagine how my fingers would feel, pushing in and out, painting and stroking inside you, inside your pussy. Can you feel them?"
"Yes," Liv groaned, dropping her head forward between her shoulders as she clenched her thighs together tightly.
"Do you want them, Liv? Do you want them to fuck you?"
"Yes," Olivia gasped desperately, her breathing ragged, her pants wet through her underwear, her clit throbbing and pulsing with need.
"Good. If you're alone at your desk after hours tonight, stay there, and I'm gonna make you scream."
And without warning, Casey hung up, leaving a confused and slightly frustrated Olivia breathing heavy and embarrassed as hell at the way the guys were looking at her. She hung up the phone and tried to shrug it off, but she knew her cheeks were still bright red. "We were going over testimony," she tried to explain.
"For the Lewinsky Trial?" Munch shot back, that irritating grin on his face.
Olivia ignored him and went back to her paperwork, once more playing the images that Casey's words had created in her head. Oh yeah. It was definitely worth enduring Munch's jokes if Casey made the fantasy into reality. She'd started off the day pissed at the redhead, and now she couldn't wait to see her again.
Fin
Title: Wet
Pairing: Casey/Olivia
Rating: R
Casey had stepped on Olivia's last nerve. Stepped on? No, more like crunched. Smashed. Hammered to little tiny bits. Shattered. So when the phone rang ten minutes later, and Elliot transfered the call to her desk, she didn't want to answer. "I'm busy."
"No you're not. Pick up the phone."
"Is it Casey?"
"Yes."
"Then no."
"Come on, it wasn't that bad," El offered with a sympathetic smile. "She's probably calling to apologize."
"She probably wants a warrant."
"If she wanted a warrant, would she have asked specifically for you?"
"You're not going to tell her I'm busy, are you?"
"Nope."
Olivia growled and picked up the transfered call. "Benson," she snapped.
Elliot watched curiously as Olivia turned five shades of red and her eyes went wide as she quickly spun her chair to face away from him. What the hell was Casey saying?
"...my tongue in your ear, and I want to lick my way down to your neck, and bite you right where your pulse pounds at the base of your throat."
"Casey stop it." Olivia's voice had gone to a pitch she didn't know she had in her as she squeaked out a protest. "I'm sitting at my desk and this is hardly appropri--"
"I know you are. I want to crawl under your desk and grab your knees, pull your chair as close as I can and kiss the insides of your fucking amazing thighs until you're ready to cum before I even put my mouth on your pussy."
"Jesus Casey!" Liv hissed, running a hand through her hair and glancing around desperately as if everyone could hear what the ADA was saying to her. They couldn't, but now they sure as hell wanted to.
Casey was taking a huge risk here... she didn't even know if Olivia was into her, but she'd gotten a few hints over the past couple of months that suggested the dialogue might be appreciated. Probably not so much over the phone, but Casey was too nervous to say any of it face to face. And she'd chosen this particular moment to make the call because Olivia was already insanely pissed at her, and if this didn't make it better, it could hardly make it worse. And hey... Olivia had told her to stop it, but she hadn't hung up the phone! "I want my tongue in your pussy Olivia," she continued in a husky voice.
Olivia's throat felt like sandpaper as she swallowed hard, her face burning bright red as she stared at the top of her desk now, her breathing picking up as she began to picture the scene Casey was playing out with words. "You do, do you?" she managed to ask in a somewhat normal voice, just a bit rough around the edges.
Casey almost breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't want Olivia to know she'd been nervous. "Oh yeah, I do," she answered with a sultry purr. "I want my tongue in your pussy, I want to suck your clit so hard, Benson..."
Olivia tensed, her stomach clenching at Casey's words and the tone of her voice, and her mouth dropped open as she noticed she was uncomfortably wet.
Casey could hear Olivia's heavy breathing, and that made *her* wet. She was turning Olivia on. Oh God. That was more than she could have hoped for. "What do you want me to do with my fingers?" she asked.
Olivia closed her eyes and shook her head to herself. "I can't say," she whispered, biting her lower lip.
"Do you want them in your hair?"
"Yes."
"On your breasts, scratching lightly over your nipples?"
"Yes."
"Are they hard?"
Liv's breath hitched and she pushed past it, forcing the air out of her lungs. They were hard. Painfully hard. Trying to poke out through her three layers of clothing. "Yes," she finally admitted in a low voice.
"Olivia..." Casey began, her heart starting to race, "are you wet?"
Liv almost whimpered, holding back at the last second. "I-- yes," she exhaled.
"Really wet?" the ADA asked, breathing in and out, her nostrils flaring slightly.
Olivia squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, opening her eyes to glance around and then closing them again as she answered. "Yes."
"What is Olivia doing?" Munch asked Elliot discretely on his way back from the coffee machine.
"She's on the phone with Casey. They argued earlier, I think they're trying to work something out," Elliot replied, though he had a few suspicions himself. Olivia kept glancing around furtively, still blushing, and she was whispering, which she didn't normally do.
"And by 'working something out', do you mean having phone sex?" Munch asked, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the squirming Detective Benson. "Because that looks like phone sex to me."
"And you would know," Elliot scoffed, nudging Munch's arm. "She's not having phone sex with the ADA, get back to work." He rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate on his paperwork, but found himself keeping one eye on Olivia, really suspicious now.
"How wet?" Casey pressed her, sitting on the edge of her desk chair, back straight, straining to hear the detective's answer.
Olivia had to figure out how to answer without blatantly announcing what they were talking about. "To an uncomfortable degree," she finally decided.
"So it'd be easy to get my fingers inside you if I were under your desk, then?"
"God..." Olivia groaned quietly. "Yes, it would."
"How many?"
"What?" Liv squeaked.
"How many fingers could I fit inside without hurting you, if I were there right now with my hand in your pants?"
Liv was starting to lose it. Her eyelashes fluttered and she gripped the phone until her knuckles turned white. "Three."
"Then imagine I've got three fingers buried in you, Liv. Imagine how my fingers would feel, pushing in and out, painting and stroking inside you, inside your pussy. Can you feel them?"
"Yes," Liv groaned, dropping her head forward between her shoulders as she clenched her thighs together tightly.
"Do you want them, Liv? Do you want them to fuck you?"
"Yes," Olivia gasped desperately, her breathing ragged, her pants wet through her underwear, her clit throbbing and pulsing with need.
"Good. If you're alone at your desk after hours tonight, stay there, and I'm gonna make you scream."
And without warning, Casey hung up, leaving a confused and slightly frustrated Olivia breathing heavy and embarrassed as hell at the way the guys were looking at her. She hung up the phone and tried to shrug it off, but she knew her cheeks were still bright red. "We were going over testimony," she tried to explain.
"For the Lewinsky Trial?" Munch shot back, that irritating grin on his face.
Olivia ignored him and went back to her paperwork, once more playing the images that Casey's words had created in her head. Oh yeah. It was definitely worth enduring Munch's jokes if Casey made the fantasy into reality. She'd started off the day pissed at the redhead, and now she couldn't wait to see her again.
Fin