Taste: Sequel
Hey, I was informed that I had never posted the 2nd part to this story on here! Only on ff.net! So here it is. This was written aaaaages ago and is a sequel to 'Taste', my Olivia/Kathy story. Warnings: bondage, spanking, implied Casey/Elliott.
At that moment, Casey returned to get herself a beer. The last one had been for Elliot. She raised an eyebrow as she saw Kathy on her knees in front of Olivia, and waited for the action to start.
Kathy leaned forward, but Olivia zipped her pants and shook her head. "No way. Not happening with an audience."
Casey laughed, throwing her head back and walking towards Olivia with a predatory smirk. "Kathy, get up," she said, pulling on the blonde's shoulder to urge her to her feet.
"Who do you think you are, the goddess of my kitchen?" Kathy scoffed as she got up, giving Casey a playful shove.
"No... I'm just the goddess who's going to show you how to make this one scream," Casey replied, nodding toward Olivia.
"Excuse me?" Olivia asked, but Casey and Kathy both ignored her.
"Oh, really? You think I need some help in that arena, do you?" Kathy asked, putting one hand on her hip and tilting her head toward Casey.
"If I couldn't hear her from the other room," Casey laughed, yanking down Olivia's zipper and pushing the detective's pants to the floor.
Olivia was not so sure she liked being thought of as a sex object, but on the other hand, she had Casey and Kathy getting ready to double-team her. She'd hold off on protesting for a few more minutes.
"Be a little rough with her," Casey drawled, grabbing hold of Olivia's panties and squeezing a fist around the waistband. She twisted tight before she gave a fierce jerk, tearing the delicate fabric, which fell away from Olivia's body and ended up clenched in her hand.
Olivia gasped, her hips pressing forward instinctively, her body reacting though her head was pissed off. What right did Casey ha--
"I can do that," Kathy purred, stepping forward and knocking Olivia's knees apart with her own, a hand closing over one of the detective's tanned thighs, fingernails digging in to the sensitive flesh.
Liv groaned, dropping her head back against the wall and grinding onto Kathy's fingers, trying to get them closer to her sex, which was suddenly throbbing again despite the fact that she'd cum less than five minutes ago. Her hands reached out to rest on Kathy's hips in an attempt to guide her closer.
"What else?" Kathy asked, shooting a knowing grin to Casey, sliding her tongue out to wet her lips.
"I think we need to tie those wandering hands," Casey said purposefully, grabbing a handful of Olivia's hair and forcing her head back sharply.
Olivia gasped again, her breathing hitched and she let out a low moan, taking her hands away from Kathy's hips, hoping to appease the women.
Kathy leaned in to capture Olivia's parted lips in a kiss, pushing her tongue between them and licking her way through the detective's mouth. "You heard the lady," she whispered. "Hands behind your back, Detective."
"No," Liv groaned in protest, giving a slow shake of her head.
"Oh yes," Casey demanded, drawing the flat of her tongue up the side of Olivia's face. "Who do you think you're kidding, Olivia? It's written all over you..."
"In what language?" Olivia snarled, closing her eyes at the feel of Casey licking her face like that. It was indecently lewd, and fucking hot. The attorney really did know how to flip her switch, though she wouldn't admit that out loud until hell froze over.
"Body language," Casey said with a glorious little laugh, smacking her lips against Olivia's cheek before standing straight up again and looking at the gorgeous, defiant woman. "And the fact that I'd be lying on the ground knocked out cold if you really had any objections," she added in a sultry growl, grabbing Olivia by the shoulder and spinning her around, pressing her hard into the wall. "Do you have any rope, Kath?"
"You have to ask?" Kathy teased, an eyebrow shooting up as she moved to one of the kitchen drawers. "Unless you used it all..."
Casey snorted, effectively holding the wriggling detective against the wall until Kathy returned with a length of blue nylon rope. "Hold her."
Kathy was hesitant about that, it showed in the way she lightly placed a hand between Olivia's shoulder blades.
Olivia easily broke the hold and Casey slammed her back into the wall, hissing a one-word command into her ear. "Stay!" She turned to Kathy with a smirk. "You call that holding her? Hold her, Kathy."
Kathy gave Casey a mocking look and stepped up to Olivia, pressing her entire body flush against the side of the detective's. "Don't move, okay?" she whispered, kissing the back of Olivia's neck and stroking the detective's tense shoulders with gentle fingertips.
Olivia couldn't say no to that, and she rolled her shoulders into the touch, relaxing some as she allowed Casey to pull her hands behind her back and tie her wrists together. She wasn't sure whether she liked the idea or not, but she'd try anything once.
As Casey finished tying the detective's wrists, Kathy slowly spun Olivia around and kissed her tenderly. The blonde dropped her hands to Olivia's hips, stroking downward at an angle until one hand rested between Liv's thighs, a finger snaking through her folds to find intense amounts of fluid gathered there. "Oh," she gasped, her voice quiet, eyes closing as she slipped two fingers past Olivia's tight entrance, curling forward to rub her g-spot.
Casey ran her fingers through Kathy's hair, pointing at Olivia's toned stomach. "See the way her muscles are rippling under her shirt?"
"Yes," Kathy answered, without breaking her rhythm inside the detective.
"That means she's holding back."
"I am not."
"Yes you are," Casey insisted, dropping a hand between Liv's legs to coat her fingers in wetness, then stepping around Kathy to reach behind the detective and smoothly insert a finger into her ass.
Olivia cried out and shuddered, leaning forward on Kathy for support since she couldn't use her arms to hold her up.
Casey reached out with her free arm and wrapped her hand around Olivia's throat, pressing her slowly backwards until she was upright against the wall again. She kept a firm grip, holding Liv to the wall with just enough pressure to make breathing seem like a luxury without actually making it one.
Jesus, Casey knew how to get the most out of her. Liv prided herself on being unshakable, on the street or in the bedroom, but she was panting now, having trouble deciding whose fingers to buck against. All of it felt so good. She was going to kick Kathy's ass when it was done... but for now, it just felt so good. And when Kathy pinched her clit, she came. Yes, with a loud, feral yell, her muscles clamping down around all three of the fingers attacking her from the inside out and then releasing with a flood.
Casey purred, wiggling her finger a few more times for good measure, and then pulled it out, slowly untying Olivia's wrists and massaging the light chafing that came from the strain of muscles against the rope. She laved a few kisses to each wrist, then to the red marks her fingers left across Olivia's throat, then one to her lips, then one to Kathy's lips. "If you ladies will excuse me, Elliot's probably finished his beer by now." And she was gone.
Kathy still had her fingers buried deep inside, and Olivia grabbed the blonde's wrist, easing them out of her with a groan and bringing them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean while Kathy watched, transfixed. When she was done, she let the other woman's hand drop gently to her side, and she pointed an accusing finger at her partner's wife. "You."
"What?" Kathy said innocently, batting her eyelashes. "You screamed. It must've been good."
"Oh it was good, that's not the issue," Olivia promised, shaking her head and continuing to point at Kathy. "You. I'll teach you to gang up on me like that."
Kathy looked a little nervous. "Who, me?"
"Yeah." Unmindful of her own half-naked state, Olivia dragged a kitchen chair away from the table and sat down, tugging Kathy across her lap.
Kathy squeaked, putting a hand behind her to protect herself. "Hey! I was gentle!"
Liv moved her hand out of the way and smacked her backside. "You tag-teamed me with an ADA."
"And you loved it!"
SMACK.
"Well you did!"
SMACK.
"Didn't you?" Her voice was less certain now.
"Yes, I did." SMACK. "Very much." SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
"Ow," Kathy pouted, throwing a pitiful look over her shoulder at Olivia, trying to appeal to her better nature, though she didn't mind the spanking at all.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! Liv finished up the playful spanking and stood up, throwing Kathy over her shoulder and snatching the length of rope from the counter as she strode through the house to the bedroom, where Elliot and Casey were taking a break.
She deposited the wriggling Kathy on the bed, kissed her soundly, and stood up, giving Elliot a crooked smile before her gaze continued on to a smug-looking Casey, sitting propped up against the headboard, gazing right back.
"Yes?" Casey asked, raising her eyebrows as Liv just stood there staring.
Well who wouldn't stare, really? Her hair was a fucking mess of fiery red locks, and one strap of her dress had fallen off her shoulder... she had obviously been banging Elliot with her clothes on, which meant she wasn't wearing any underwear under that dress. Her eyes flicked to Kathy. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"Oh yeah," Kathy said with a shit-eating grin, nodding her head. "Definitely."
Liv smirked back, walking around the bed to stand above Casey. "Time for you to learn yours."
Casey laughed, standing from the bed on her own, not waiting for Olivia to pull her out or otherwise take the decision out of her hands. "Is that right? What lesson would that be, Detective Benson? What lesson that Stabler hasn't already taught me?"
Elliot looked rather proud of himself at that, and Olivia gave Casey a shove between the shoulder blades, toward the bedroom door. "Get moving."
Casey snickered and shuffled toward the door, blowing El and Kathy kisses on her way out. Once she was in the hallway, she spun on Olivia, her green eyes wild and bright. "Where are we going?"
"Backyard."
"It's raining..."
"Then put a coat on."
"Because that's sexy..."
"Shut up and walk. Unless you really want to know what it feels like to be dragged by your hair across the kitchen and out the back door."
"I hadn't really thought ab--"
Casey's smart-ass remark was interrupted by a slap upside the back of her head, and she snapped around to look at Olivia, a hand going up to rub the offended spot. "Oooooh. Tough bitch, huh?" she asked saucily.
"You have no idea. MOVE."
Casey had the distinct feeling that she was marching to her doom, but that it would at least be a doom filled with sex and bondage. She had wanted Olivia Benson for a long time, and she already couldn't believe she'd had her once. Now she was about to *be* had by the gorgeous detective, and her shiver had nothing to do with the cold rain showering her as soon as she stepped outside. The wet grass felt strange beneath her feet... she wasn't in the habit of going outside barefoot in the rain. But it was oddly liberating... she felt like she had nothing to worry about in that moment. Except Olivia. The look on the detective's face was definitely a cause for concern.
Olivia had made a brief stop to put her pants back on, then joined Casey in the backyard. "You think you can just walk into the kitchen, tie me up, fuck me in the ass and walk away?"
Damn. That sounded even better when Olivia put it like that. She was a pimp! THE pimp, matter of fact. What other pimp managed that? "I just did, didn't I?" she responded, one eyebrow lifting curiously.
"Not without a consequence," Olivia explained, her light brown hair hanging in soaked tendrils around her face as she advanced on Casey.
"I can see through your bl--"
Again her remark was cut off, though this time it wasn't a slap, it was a hand clamping down firmly over her mouth and squeezing her jaw mercilessly. "Keep your fucking mouth shut. Understand?"
Casey's eyelids fluttered closed for a brief moment before she opened them again, staring into Olivia's heated, deep brown eyes. She slowly nodded her head, swallowing hard, suddenly far less amused than before, and wet in places the rain hadn't touched.
"You're about to have the favor returned, and if I hear a fucking syllable of a smart-ass remark even consider passing your lips, I will slap your face so hard you won't be able to see straight. You got that?" She took her hand away from Casey's mouth, staring hard at the redhead, whose hair was even darker tonight because of the water blanketing both women.
Casey figured it for an idle threat, but even if it wasn't, she wouldn't mind being slapped around a bit. "How do you know I don't lik--"
SLAP! Olivia's palm connected solidly with the side of Casey's face, with such stinging force that the ADA lost her balance and ended up on her knees in the grass.
Casey cried out, a hand flying to her bright red cheek and rubbing gingerly as she looked up at Olivia with an aroused snarl.
Olivia couldn't believe she'd actually done it, and she stared at Casey in shock, shaking her head as she stuttered the words, "I'm.....sorry."
Casey's jaw worked silently for a few seconds before she replied in a low voice, "it's fine. You warned me." Her eyes shone mischievously as she got back to her feet, stepping closer to Olivia. "You're not gonna pussy out on me now, are you Detective?"
"I knocked you down there, and I don't recall saying you could get up," Liv growled, shoving Casey back down to the lawn, where the redhead landed sprawled on her ass before reclining onto her back. She immediately dropped to her knees, straddling the other woman, the wet grass soaking through her jeans before she even fully settled. Casey was gorgeous... droplets of water shining off of her pale skin, that fiery red hair a perfect contrast to the shadowy ground beneath it. Her eyes were like emeralds, and Olivia looked into them, getting lost for a moment in that sea of green.
The rain pelted them both mercilessly as they stared at each other, and a roll of thunder sounded as Olivia leaned down and kissed a pair of ruby red lips. Just as she started to lose herself in the feel of it, Casey's teeth closed around her bottom lip and bit hard, chasing away the sensuality of that one suspended moment, where they both held the illusion of being more to each other than what they really were.
Olivia pulled back and felt the blood pooling where Casey had pierced the skin, and she deliberately slid lower to let a drop of crimson permanently stain that immaculate evening gown.
"Bitch," Casey breathed, closing her eyes as the sky lit up with the answering call of lightning. She and Olivia were similar to their elemental counterparts, she thought ironically. Thunder and lightning; antagonistic yet complementary in nature. Vying for dominance that neither would ever fully hold.
At that moment, Casey returned to get herself a beer. The last one had been for Elliot. She raised an eyebrow as she saw Kathy on her knees in front of Olivia, and waited for the action to start.
Kathy leaned forward, but Olivia zipped her pants and shook her head. "No way. Not happening with an audience."
Casey laughed, throwing her head back and walking towards Olivia with a predatory smirk. "Kathy, get up," she said, pulling on the blonde's shoulder to urge her to her feet.
"Who do you think you are, the goddess of my kitchen?" Kathy scoffed as she got up, giving Casey a playful shove.
"No... I'm just the goddess who's going to show you how to make this one scream," Casey replied, nodding toward Olivia.
"Excuse me?" Olivia asked, but Casey and Kathy both ignored her.
"Oh, really? You think I need some help in that arena, do you?" Kathy asked, putting one hand on her hip and tilting her head toward Casey.
"If I couldn't hear her from the other room," Casey laughed, yanking down Olivia's zipper and pushing the detective's pants to the floor.
Olivia was not so sure she liked being thought of as a sex object, but on the other hand, she had Casey and Kathy getting ready to double-team her. She'd hold off on protesting for a few more minutes.
"Be a little rough with her," Casey drawled, grabbing hold of Olivia's panties and squeezing a fist around the waistband. She twisted tight before she gave a fierce jerk, tearing the delicate fabric, which fell away from Olivia's body and ended up clenched in her hand.
Olivia gasped, her hips pressing forward instinctively, her body reacting though her head was pissed off. What right did Casey ha--
"I can do that," Kathy purred, stepping forward and knocking Olivia's knees apart with her own, a hand closing over one of the detective's tanned thighs, fingernails digging in to the sensitive flesh.
Liv groaned, dropping her head back against the wall and grinding onto Kathy's fingers, trying to get them closer to her sex, which was suddenly throbbing again despite the fact that she'd cum less than five minutes ago. Her hands reached out to rest on Kathy's hips in an attempt to guide her closer.
"What else?" Kathy asked, shooting a knowing grin to Casey, sliding her tongue out to wet her lips.
"I think we need to tie those wandering hands," Casey said purposefully, grabbing a handful of Olivia's hair and forcing her head back sharply.
Olivia gasped again, her breathing hitched and she let out a low moan, taking her hands away from Kathy's hips, hoping to appease the women.
Kathy leaned in to capture Olivia's parted lips in a kiss, pushing her tongue between them and licking her way through the detective's mouth. "You heard the lady," she whispered. "Hands behind your back, Detective."
"No," Liv groaned in protest, giving a slow shake of her head.
"Oh yes," Casey demanded, drawing the flat of her tongue up the side of Olivia's face. "Who do you think you're kidding, Olivia? It's written all over you..."
"In what language?" Olivia snarled, closing her eyes at the feel of Casey licking her face like that. It was indecently lewd, and fucking hot. The attorney really did know how to flip her switch, though she wouldn't admit that out loud until hell froze over.
"Body language," Casey said with a glorious little laugh, smacking her lips against Olivia's cheek before standing straight up again and looking at the gorgeous, defiant woman. "And the fact that I'd be lying on the ground knocked out cold if you really had any objections," she added in a sultry growl, grabbing Olivia by the shoulder and spinning her around, pressing her hard into the wall. "Do you have any rope, Kath?"
"You have to ask?" Kathy teased, an eyebrow shooting up as she moved to one of the kitchen drawers. "Unless you used it all..."
Casey snorted, effectively holding the wriggling detective against the wall until Kathy returned with a length of blue nylon rope. "Hold her."
Kathy was hesitant about that, it showed in the way she lightly placed a hand between Olivia's shoulder blades.
Olivia easily broke the hold and Casey slammed her back into the wall, hissing a one-word command into her ear. "Stay!" She turned to Kathy with a smirk. "You call that holding her? Hold her, Kathy."
Kathy gave Casey a mocking look and stepped up to Olivia, pressing her entire body flush against the side of the detective's. "Don't move, okay?" she whispered, kissing the back of Olivia's neck and stroking the detective's tense shoulders with gentle fingertips.
Olivia couldn't say no to that, and she rolled her shoulders into the touch, relaxing some as she allowed Casey to pull her hands behind her back and tie her wrists together. She wasn't sure whether she liked the idea or not, but she'd try anything once.
As Casey finished tying the detective's wrists, Kathy slowly spun Olivia around and kissed her tenderly. The blonde dropped her hands to Olivia's hips, stroking downward at an angle until one hand rested between Liv's thighs, a finger snaking through her folds to find intense amounts of fluid gathered there. "Oh," she gasped, her voice quiet, eyes closing as she slipped two fingers past Olivia's tight entrance, curling forward to rub her g-spot.
Casey ran her fingers through Kathy's hair, pointing at Olivia's toned stomach. "See the way her muscles are rippling under her shirt?"
"Yes," Kathy answered, without breaking her rhythm inside the detective.
"That means she's holding back."
"I am not."
"Yes you are," Casey insisted, dropping a hand between Liv's legs to coat her fingers in wetness, then stepping around Kathy to reach behind the detective and smoothly insert a finger into her ass.
Olivia cried out and shuddered, leaning forward on Kathy for support since she couldn't use her arms to hold her up.
Casey reached out with her free arm and wrapped her hand around Olivia's throat, pressing her slowly backwards until she was upright against the wall again. She kept a firm grip, holding Liv to the wall with just enough pressure to make breathing seem like a luxury without actually making it one.
Jesus, Casey knew how to get the most out of her. Liv prided herself on being unshakable, on the street or in the bedroom, but she was panting now, having trouble deciding whose fingers to buck against. All of it felt so good. She was going to kick Kathy's ass when it was done... but for now, it just felt so good. And when Kathy pinched her clit, she came. Yes, with a loud, feral yell, her muscles clamping down around all three of the fingers attacking her from the inside out and then releasing with a flood.
Casey purred, wiggling her finger a few more times for good measure, and then pulled it out, slowly untying Olivia's wrists and massaging the light chafing that came from the strain of muscles against the rope. She laved a few kisses to each wrist, then to the red marks her fingers left across Olivia's throat, then one to her lips, then one to Kathy's lips. "If you ladies will excuse me, Elliot's probably finished his beer by now." And she was gone.
Kathy still had her fingers buried deep inside, and Olivia grabbed the blonde's wrist, easing them out of her with a groan and bringing them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean while Kathy watched, transfixed. When she was done, she let the other woman's hand drop gently to her side, and she pointed an accusing finger at her partner's wife. "You."
"What?" Kathy said innocently, batting her eyelashes. "You screamed. It must've been good."
"Oh it was good, that's not the issue," Olivia promised, shaking her head and continuing to point at Kathy. "You. I'll teach you to gang up on me like that."
Kathy looked a little nervous. "Who, me?"
"Yeah." Unmindful of her own half-naked state, Olivia dragged a kitchen chair away from the table and sat down, tugging Kathy across her lap.
Kathy squeaked, putting a hand behind her to protect herself. "Hey! I was gentle!"
Liv moved her hand out of the way and smacked her backside. "You tag-teamed me with an ADA."
"And you loved it!"
SMACK.
"Well you did!"
SMACK.
"Didn't you?" Her voice was less certain now.
"Yes, I did." SMACK. "Very much." SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
"Ow," Kathy pouted, throwing a pitiful look over her shoulder at Olivia, trying to appeal to her better nature, though she didn't mind the spanking at all.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! Liv finished up the playful spanking and stood up, throwing Kathy over her shoulder and snatching the length of rope from the counter as she strode through the house to the bedroom, where Elliot and Casey were taking a break.
She deposited the wriggling Kathy on the bed, kissed her soundly, and stood up, giving Elliot a crooked smile before her gaze continued on to a smug-looking Casey, sitting propped up against the headboard, gazing right back.
"Yes?" Casey asked, raising her eyebrows as Liv just stood there staring.
Well who wouldn't stare, really? Her hair was a fucking mess of fiery red locks, and one strap of her dress had fallen off her shoulder... she had obviously been banging Elliot with her clothes on, which meant she wasn't wearing any underwear under that dress. Her eyes flicked to Kathy. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"Oh yeah," Kathy said with a shit-eating grin, nodding her head. "Definitely."
Liv smirked back, walking around the bed to stand above Casey. "Time for you to learn yours."
Casey laughed, standing from the bed on her own, not waiting for Olivia to pull her out or otherwise take the decision out of her hands. "Is that right? What lesson would that be, Detective Benson? What lesson that Stabler hasn't already taught me?"
Elliot looked rather proud of himself at that, and Olivia gave Casey a shove between the shoulder blades, toward the bedroom door. "Get moving."
Casey snickered and shuffled toward the door, blowing El and Kathy kisses on her way out. Once she was in the hallway, she spun on Olivia, her green eyes wild and bright. "Where are we going?"
"Backyard."
"It's raining..."
"Then put a coat on."
"Because that's sexy..."
"Shut up and walk. Unless you really want to know what it feels like to be dragged by your hair across the kitchen and out the back door."
"I hadn't really thought ab--"
Casey's smart-ass remark was interrupted by a slap upside the back of her head, and she snapped around to look at Olivia, a hand going up to rub the offended spot. "Oooooh. Tough bitch, huh?" she asked saucily.
"You have no idea. MOVE."
Casey had the distinct feeling that she was marching to her doom, but that it would at least be a doom filled with sex and bondage. She had wanted Olivia Benson for a long time, and she already couldn't believe she'd had her once. Now she was about to *be* had by the gorgeous detective, and her shiver had nothing to do with the cold rain showering her as soon as she stepped outside. The wet grass felt strange beneath her feet... she wasn't in the habit of going outside barefoot in the rain. But it was oddly liberating... she felt like she had nothing to worry about in that moment. Except Olivia. The look on the detective's face was definitely a cause for concern.
Olivia had made a brief stop to put her pants back on, then joined Casey in the backyard. "You think you can just walk into the kitchen, tie me up, fuck me in the ass and walk away?"
Damn. That sounded even better when Olivia put it like that. She was a pimp! THE pimp, matter of fact. What other pimp managed that? "I just did, didn't I?" she responded, one eyebrow lifting curiously.
"Not without a consequence," Olivia explained, her light brown hair hanging in soaked tendrils around her face as she advanced on Casey.
"I can see through your bl--"
Again her remark was cut off, though this time it wasn't a slap, it was a hand clamping down firmly over her mouth and squeezing her jaw mercilessly. "Keep your fucking mouth shut. Understand?"
Casey's eyelids fluttered closed for a brief moment before she opened them again, staring into Olivia's heated, deep brown eyes. She slowly nodded her head, swallowing hard, suddenly far less amused than before, and wet in places the rain hadn't touched.
"You're about to have the favor returned, and if I hear a fucking syllable of a smart-ass remark even consider passing your lips, I will slap your face so hard you won't be able to see straight. You got that?" She took her hand away from Casey's mouth, staring hard at the redhead, whose hair was even darker tonight because of the water blanketing both women.
Casey figured it for an idle threat, but even if it wasn't, she wouldn't mind being slapped around a bit. "How do you know I don't lik--"
SLAP! Olivia's palm connected solidly with the side of Casey's face, with such stinging force that the ADA lost her balance and ended up on her knees in the grass.
Casey cried out, a hand flying to her bright red cheek and rubbing gingerly as she looked up at Olivia with an aroused snarl.
Olivia couldn't believe she'd actually done it, and she stared at Casey in shock, shaking her head as she stuttered the words, "I'm.....sorry."
Casey's jaw worked silently for a few seconds before she replied in a low voice, "it's fine. You warned me." Her eyes shone mischievously as she got back to her feet, stepping closer to Olivia. "You're not gonna pussy out on me now, are you Detective?"
"I knocked you down there, and I don't recall saying you could get up," Liv growled, shoving Casey back down to the lawn, where the redhead landed sprawled on her ass before reclining onto her back. She immediately dropped to her knees, straddling the other woman, the wet grass soaking through her jeans before she even fully settled. Casey was gorgeous... droplets of water shining off of her pale skin, that fiery red hair a perfect contrast to the shadowy ground beneath it. Her eyes were like emeralds, and Olivia looked into them, getting lost for a moment in that sea of green.
The rain pelted them both mercilessly as they stared at each other, and a roll of thunder sounded as Olivia leaned down and kissed a pair of ruby red lips. Just as she started to lose herself in the feel of it, Casey's teeth closed around her bottom lip and bit hard, chasing away the sensuality of that one suspended moment, where they both held the illusion of being more to each other than what they really were.
Olivia pulled back and felt the blood pooling where Casey had pierced the skin, and she deliberately slid lower to let a drop of crimson permanently stain that immaculate evening gown.
"Bitch," Casey breathed, closing her eyes as the sky lit up with the answering call of lightning. She and Olivia were similar to their elemental counterparts, she thought ironically. Thunder and lightning; antagonistic yet complementary in nature. Vying for dominance that neither would ever fully hold.