Savior 3/?
Title: Savior 3/?
Author: Tofem
Fandom: Law & Order SVU
Pairing: Olivia/Casey
Rating: PG, I think
Disclaimer: The characters of the SVU universe are not mine. But I do own the ones tha you don't regognize are.
Spoilers/warnings: This takes place sometime after season 6. That means that anything from the first 6 seasons is fair game and may be used. I have changed the time line though.
A/N: Thank to Cathandsaraforever55 for doing the beta thing
Summary: How will a difficult case change the lives of Olivia and Casey forever.
Previous chapters
savior 1 - savior 2
As predicted the ADA didn’t get much sleep. After Casey had moved in
with Olivia, whenever the detective had to spend the night somewhere
else the redhead was up most of the night. Working, reading or when
Casey was especially nervous clean.
The night hadn’t been all that great for the brunette either. Sleeping
in the same bed as Andrea left the brunette with next to no space on
the narrow bed. The blonde had woken up crying and shouting out
several times. Each time Olivia was ripped from her sleep. It had
taken at least half an hour for Andrea to go back to sleep each time.
Not leaving much time for actual sleeping for the detective or the
girl.
The other detectives had come in and Cragen had already divided
assignments. Fin and Munch were heading out to talk to the neighbors
and Andrea’s sitter. Hoping the sitter would know of any family
members. It might be Saturday but it would be easier to find people at
home. And the events of Friday would still be fresh in mind. The
victim’s colleagues, though, would have to wait until after the
weekend. Elliot had been sent to talk to the ME and CSU.
The captain had spent all night on his pull out bed, and knew of the
screams coming from the young girl. He had banned the
detectives from disturbing Olivia or Andrea. Cragen had full
confidence that his detective would get all the information she could
from the blonde. Hopefully giving them something to go
on.
As Cragen was finishing up, Casey walked in not wearing her usual
court attire but a more relaxed business look. The redhead had a last
minute meeting this morning. Dropping a box of donuts on Munch’s desk
the ADA continued toward the stairs. “Donuts, now go make me this
case.”
“Merry me, Casey.” John couldn’t keep from commenting. He would have been better of keeping his thoughts to himself. As soon as the words
left Munch’s mouth a smack to the back of his head was swiftly
delivered by Fin.
“Excuse my partner here Casey, he hasn’t had his morning sugar fix yet.”
As the ADA was walking up the stairs she could hear Munch complaining.
“What did you do that for?”
“Trying to save your boney ass. If Benson heard you talk like that to
her girl, she’ll kick it through the Holland tunnel.”
Casey was still smiling from the squabble of the detectives when she
stepped into the crib. “Oh Liv,” as soon as the ADA laid eyes on the
brunette, Casey could see that the night had been rough. The exhaustion
was clear in the features of the sleeping detective.
The blonde was sleeping soundly, wrapped in the detective’s arms.
Olivia had found that the girl slept more peacefully that way. As if
Andrea knew the brunette would keep her safe even in her sleep. Not
that the redhead could blame the young girl. It was the ADA’s
preferred sleeping place as well.
They looked so peaceful that the redhead was reluctant to wake them.
But the ADA had to leave soon and she knew Olivia would want to get
started on the interview. That didn’t mean Casey couldn’t enjoy the
sight of her lover. It was rare the redhead got the opportunity to
just watch Olivia when the brunette was sleeping. It was the only time
that the detective could fully escape all horrors of the world. Sleep
didn’t always work, but when it did Casey could see the innocence and
beauty radiating from the brunette. Today was one of those few times
where Olivia wasn’t plagued by dreams of the victims.
Olivia was lying with her back out to the room. That way Andrea
couldn’t fall out of the bed, no matter how much tossing and turning
the young girl did. As the bed was placed up against the wall. It was
another of the detective’s subconscious ways of protecting the girl.
The movement during the night had left the brunette scarily close to
the edge of the bed.
Not wanting to risk Olivia falling out. Casey stood behind the
brunette. That way the ADA would be able to stop her love from rolling
off to the floor should Olivia be startled and move.
Caressing the brunette’s check with the back of her hand, Casey spoke
softly as not to scare Andrea. “Sweetheart, it’s time to get up.”
Not wanting to wake after the night she had, Olivia mumbled something
unintelligible but turned her head into the redhead’s touch. Hoping
for more of the fleeting contact.
“I know sweetie, but this isn’t the time. And you want to talk to Andrea.”
Olivia couldn’t turn over as a response to the ADA. Turning would have
the detective ending flat on the floor. That, however, didn’t stop the
brunette from half turning her torso so she could look at the redhead.
“Morning baby.”
Not being able to get up without disturbing the young blonde, Olivia raised her head for a kiss. Casey obliged with a sweet but short kiss. Much to the detective’s frustration. She really hoped for something longer. It had been a long week and Olivia hadn’t seen the redhead awake nearly enough. But this wasn’t the time or the place. That didn’t make it any less disappointing or mean that the detective wouldn’t try to get just a little alone time with her girlfriend. Well it wouldn’t exactly be alone as Andrea was sleeping right next to her. It didn’t really matter because the brunette could fell the young girl stirring as Olivia tried to get another kiss from Casey.
“Come on sleepyhead, you need to get up.” The brightness and twinkle in the redhead’s eyes said it all. They would have time together, hopefully later that day. Olivia tried to get up without disturbing the blonde, unsuccessfully.
The detective wasn’t awake enough to start the day ahead of her. In anticipation of this Casey had brought coffee as well as the brunette’s usual wakeup drink of orange juice. The ADA knew it would be an especially hard day for Andrea. The only thing Casey could do to make it even slightly better at this moment was to provide the girl with a nutritious meal. The blonde would need all the energy the ADA could provide if Andrea was to retell her story with the help of Olivia.
Andrea had been not exactly happy but okay to stay with the redhead,
allowing the detective to change. Casey never did trust her own abilities with children. No matter what Olivia said or how well the redhead was at talking with the younger victims. It made no difference. Casey held herself up against the brunette and would fall short every time. It always came as a surprise when Olivia trusted her with such a scared child as Andrea. That the blonde allowed her presence and seemed to enjoy her company and breakfast was to the redhead astounding.
Olivia was reluctant to go back to the real world. Leaving the crib would mean talking to Andrea about what had happened in the young girl’s home. Not that the detective had any real choice. It wouldn’t be long before Cragen demanded answers. And pissing off the Captain wasn’t anywhere near Olivia’s to do list.
They had tried having Huang sit in, but that had caused Andrea to cling to the brunette refusing to talk. They had had to settle for him to listen in from the other room. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the only way to get the blonde to talk.
As it turned out Andrea hadn’t seen what had happened. After getting home the blonde girl had been playing in her room while the victim,
Karen James, was making dinner. Andrea had heard voices. At first the girl hadn’t paid any attention because it had sounded like normal conversation. When it had turned to yelling and then her mom screaming, Andrea had hid in her closet. Staying there, until Olivia came to get her.
The young girl couldn’t remember any specifics of what the man had yelled. But it hadn’t been a voice the blonde could recognize as someone she knew.
During the day with the brunette, Andrea had opened up and was becoming more like the usual charming and outgoing child the blonde had been before her mother had been killed. The blonde wasn’t as obviously afraid of men, but was more subdued around anyone other than Olivia.
By the time Olivia had gotten all the information the young girl was able to provide, ACS had sent a caseworker. Andrea would go to a temporary foster home. Charlotte Adams had taken care of a lot of children through out the years and now only took in a special child once in a while. When ACS didn’t have another option. When the old woman had heard about what happened to Andrea, Charlotte had agreed to take the young girl in until something more permanent could be arranged.
Cragen had sent the brunette home, after Olivia came back from seeing Andrea safe to Charlotte’s. The brunette hadn’t been thrilled about it, but had no other choice. It wasn’t that the detective didn’t want to go home. Quite the contrary, Olivia was longing for time with Casey. But the brunette felt a need to help find answers for Andrea.
It didn’t improve Olivia’s mood that the redhead had decided to work from the DA’s office even if it was a Saturday. Casey hadn’t wanted to work from home when the brunette would be at the precinct.
Walking into the apartment, Olivia was met be a resounding silence, not even Tigger could be bothered to greet her.
In the beginning after they had gotten this apartment, every time one of them walked in the door, Tigger had been there to greet them. Tigger was Casey’s cat. Well now it was both of theirs.
Olivia had found out about the then kitten a night the detective stopped by for legal advice on a case. When the brunette saw the kitten, details the detective had noticed in that last month started to come together.
Casey had started holding the papers the redhead was reading in the air instead of placed on the table or in her lab. It didn’t fit as soon as Olivia saw the kitten, because the detective had never been a cat person. Truth was the brunette never did have a pet or for that matter thought about having one.
Tigger had the same day he arrived made every semi horizontal surface his sleeping place. That had included the ADA’s folders and files. Preferably when the redhead was reading them. Tigger hadn’t been too fond of Olivia. When they were first introduced. The kitten had hissed at the brunette and ran to hide in the bedroom. Tigger had come to expect only two people in his home, Casey and the neighbor’s daughter. She would come by to feed him and play with him when the ADA was otherwise engaged. And the kitten was not happy to let anyone else into his home. It had gotten better after the brunette had started coming by more often as the detective had finally found the courage to invite the redhead out on a date.
Olivia had called the redhead before arriving home. But Casey had been caught up in something, and the ADA couldn’t leave that instance. So the brunette went running. Getting her frustrations, for not helping Andrea more, worked out. Running worked for the detective much the same way hitting baseball or playing softball did for Casey. It was a stress reliever. There was something about the steady sound of her shoes hitting the asphalt that cleared the brunette’s head.
By the time Casey had been able to leave her office it was later than she had anticipated. And the redhead was feeling guilty that when Olivia finally was at home she was at the office. This was ironic; usually it was the other way around.
Walking into their apartment Casey was met by the smells of the brunette’s cooking. Olivia might not be a great chef but the detective was far better than the redhead.
It didn’t matter much how successful Olivia’s experiments in the kitchen were. No what made a difference to Casey was the smile being in the kitchen brought to the brunette’s face. Giving the brown eyes a life of their own.
They had more than once had to throw out the dinner, Olivia had tried to make following a new recipe, because it turned out to be inedible. Not looking anything like the picture in one of the many cook books the brunette regularly looked through. Those nights they usually ended curled up on the couch with takeout watching a movie.
Then there was the nights where the kitchen ended up looking like a bomb had gone off. That usually happened when they were in need of laughter to chase away the darkness. The cleaning of the kitchen wasn’t the highlight of the night. But it signaled the time for them to clean off. And that was as much enjoyable as the food fight but it didn’t result in laughter. But ended on their bed. They didn’t get much sleep on those nights, but both Olivia and Casey found a different kind of energy. And much more important was the closeness. The few hours of sleep they did get was in each other’s arms.
Tonight, however, wasn’t like that. No tonight, Casey could tell, the brunette had reverted back to an all time favorite of the ADA’s. The detective’s tomato sauce with chicken and fresh pasta. Tonight was about reconnecting and talking, hopefully without any outside distractions.
There was no use of trying to be quiet as to surprise the brunette. Olivia was always aware of her surroundings. No matter what the detective was doing. The redhead knew it was an occupational hazard. But there was more to it than being a police officer and having seen what Olivia had. That had only reinforced what the brunette had learned at an early age. When the brunette’s mother had been drinking the young girl had to be aware of where Serena was to avoid being her mother’s target. Awareness had been a necessary means to survival in the Benson household. Now Olivia used that lesson not only as part of her job, but also as the brunette’s way of showing her affection. The detective might be aware of what Elliot did when they were working, but that was partially because they’re partners and the life of one depends on the other. Whereas Olivia’s awareness of Casey had changed as their relationship changed. The brunette showed affection in everything that
she did. Knowing the location of the younger woman when in the same
place had always been a part of it.
Casey could see that the brunette had been out running. Olivia had a habit of leaving her running shoes lying around. Actually any pair of shoes the detective used was left where the older woman took them off. Now Olivia at least dropped them somewhat to the side. Unless that was when the brunette was exhausted, mentally or physically. Then Casey would most likely trip over the offending shoes.
Right after they had moved in together the redhead had tried hard to get Olivia to change that particular habit. Now Casey saw it as one of the quirks that made Olivia, Olivia. It was also an indicator of the detective’s state of mind.
Picking up the brunette’s shoes and putting them away with her own, Casey slowly made her way from the front door further into the apartment. Leaving her briefcase in the living room before turning toward the open kitchen and Olivia. Choosing to greet the brunette before changing to something more comfortable. The redhead was desperate to get out of this pantsuit. This was supposed to be their weekend off and Casey hadn’t planned on wearing anything fancier than jeans.
Olivia hadn’t acknowledged the ADA’s pretense. Casey was certain the detective knew she was being watched. But the redhead wasn’t about to
let this rare opportunity to just quietly watch the brunette get away.
The brunette was dressed in a fitting deep red tank top and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans. The jeans looked a little too long as the detective was barefooted. Somehow Olivia’s inclination to walk around without shoes or socks even on the coldest days always surprised the redhead. It wasn’t that Casey hadn’t seen it or even commented on it on many occasions before. Quite the contrary. It had more to do with the younger woman’s own feeling of warmth.
Casey could never get warm enough. Whereas Olivia liked the cold as much as penguins. The brunette loved to sleep with the window open even during the winter. For some reason the detective always had an inner glow that kept her warm. Casey regularly took advantage of her girlfriend’s warmth. It gave the redhead an excuse for snuggling up to Olivia. Not that Casey needed an excuse.
It was kept warm enough in the apartment for the younger woman not to freeze all the time. And Olivia got to open the window in the bedroom
at night, most of the year. The redhead had refused to sleep with an open window during the blizzard that almost shut down the city before Christmas. The cool night air in the room was a nice contrast to the warmth of Olivia’s body as it was wrapped around Casey.
Casey was rather happy about the compromise. Not only didn’t she feel cold all the time, but it also ensured that Olivia wasn’t covered in too many layers of clothes when at home.
Olivia looked more relaxed standing in the kitchen stirring the tomato sauce than the brunette had in a long time. Casey took her time walking up behind the detective. As the younger woman was about to engulf Olivia in a hug and kiss the brunette’s neck the older woman finally spoke.
“Hey sweetheart, you’re just in time. Dinner’s ready in about 5 minutes.”
“I’ll go change before we eat then.”
Enjoying the embrace of the redhead, Olivia moved her head slightly to the side to allow Casey more room to continue kissing. “Umm,” lost in the feeling of Casey’s lips on her throat, the brunette hadn’t registered what the ADA had said.
“You didn’t hear a word I just said.” Not getting any kind of response the redhead backed up a little.
“Huh,” dropping all pretense of sounding remotely intelligent Olivia turned around to face Casey.
The brightness in the younger woman’s eyes let the brunette know that Casey was only kidding. Olivia gave up on trying to answer something, they both knew she hadn’t heard, and stepped forward to kiss the redhead.
The smile was clear in the ADA’s voice as she backed out of Olivia’s reach. “You said something about dinner and I’m going to go change so we can eat.” Casey walked out of the kitchen laughing softly at the pout on Olivia’s face. “You can keep that thought for later, detective.”
Dinner had been without interruptions. Leaving the two women to talk about anything besides work. It was a nice change not to have Olivia called in to work. Casey knew that Cragen was trying not to rely on the brunette as much these days. But it proved to be harder finding another female detective to work at SVU and there were some victims that would only talked to a female.
A quite night with her lover was exactly what Olivia needed. Not having to think about all the cases and the faces of the victims the detective had come across. What the brunette didn’t say, but Casey knew by the look in the older woman’s eyes. Olivia felt guilty for not working Andrea’s case this weekend. But the Captain knew it wouldn’t do any good having the brunette working herself to the ground. And they most likely wouldn’t get anything new to go on until after the weekend.
They had ended up watching half of some old film on TV before their kissing had led them to the bedroom.
The room was warmer than usual. Because Olivia hadn’t bothered to open the window before they fell asleep. That was why when Casey woke up she found the brunette laying with nothing covering her naked body. That was if you didn’t count the redhead’s body snuggled close.
It was still early and Casey wasn’t ready to start the day. That didn’t mean the redhead couldn’t lay awake and enjoy the body next to her. Casey was reluctant to wake the sleeping detective but that meant the younger woman couldn’t touch the olive skin in front of her. Tempting as that might be. Casey lasted no more than 10 minutes as temptation got too big when the brunette turned to her back. Exposing her body fully to the redhead. This was too much. After having had almost no time with her girlfriend the ADA didn’t want to let this chance go. Starting by pressing her lips against the skin right over the detective’s heart. Casey ghosted kisses over the brunette’s left breast.
Not ready to give up on this chance by waking Olivia just yet, Casey continued with the light kisses she was raining down on the gorgeous olive skin in front of her. The redhead hadn’t touched with anything
other than her lips. Though, the urge to claim Olivia as hers was getting stronger.
By the time the older woman was stirring, Casey had returned to where she started. Olivia’s left breast. Without being fully awake the brunette’s body was straining for more contact with the elusive touch of the younger woman’s lips.
When Olivia started moaning, the redhead captured the brunette’s straining nipple with her mouth. That caught Olivia’s full attention and the detective finally opened her eyes. Kissing the brunette now that she was awake, Casey looked at Olivia with bright eyes.
“Morning,” the redhead couldn’t, even if she had wanted to, keep the love out of her eyes.
“Morning, this was a nice way to awake up.”
They had spent most of the day in bed, shutting out the rest of the world. If only for a day.
Author: Tofem
Fandom: Law & Order SVU
Pairing: Olivia/Casey
Rating: PG, I think
Disclaimer: The characters of the SVU universe are not mine. But I do own the ones tha you don't regognize are.
Spoilers/warnings: This takes place sometime after season 6. That means that anything from the first 6 seasons is fair game and may be used. I have changed the time line though.
A/N: Thank to Cathandsaraforever55 for doing the beta thing
Summary: How will a difficult case change the lives of Olivia and Casey forever.
Previous chapters
savior 1 - savior 2
As predicted the ADA didn’t get much sleep. After Casey had moved in
with Olivia, whenever the detective had to spend the night somewhere
else the redhead was up most of the night. Working, reading or when
Casey was especially nervous clean.
The night hadn’t been all that great for the brunette either. Sleeping
in the same bed as Andrea left the brunette with next to no space on
the narrow bed. The blonde had woken up crying and shouting out
several times. Each time Olivia was ripped from her sleep. It had
taken at least half an hour for Andrea to go back to sleep each time.
Not leaving much time for actual sleeping for the detective or the
girl.
The other detectives had come in and Cragen had already divided
assignments. Fin and Munch were heading out to talk to the neighbors
and Andrea’s sitter. Hoping the sitter would know of any family
members. It might be Saturday but it would be easier to find people at
home. And the events of Friday would still be fresh in mind. The
victim’s colleagues, though, would have to wait until after the
weekend. Elliot had been sent to talk to the ME and CSU.
The captain had spent all night on his pull out bed, and knew of the
screams coming from the young girl. He had banned the
detectives from disturbing Olivia or Andrea. Cragen had full
confidence that his detective would get all the information she could
from the blonde. Hopefully giving them something to go
on.
As Cragen was finishing up, Casey walked in not wearing her usual
court attire but a more relaxed business look. The redhead had a last
minute meeting this morning. Dropping a box of donuts on Munch’s desk
the ADA continued toward the stairs. “Donuts, now go make me this
case.”
“Merry me, Casey.” John couldn’t keep from commenting. He would have been better of keeping his thoughts to himself. As soon as the words
left Munch’s mouth a smack to the back of his head was swiftly
delivered by Fin.
“Excuse my partner here Casey, he hasn’t had his morning sugar fix yet.”
As the ADA was walking up the stairs she could hear Munch complaining.
“What did you do that for?”
“Trying to save your boney ass. If Benson heard you talk like that to
her girl, she’ll kick it through the Holland tunnel.”
Casey was still smiling from the squabble of the detectives when she
stepped into the crib. “Oh Liv,” as soon as the ADA laid eyes on the
brunette, Casey could see that the night had been rough. The exhaustion
was clear in the features of the sleeping detective.
The blonde was sleeping soundly, wrapped in the detective’s arms.
Olivia had found that the girl slept more peacefully that way. As if
Andrea knew the brunette would keep her safe even in her sleep. Not
that the redhead could blame the young girl. It was the ADA’s
preferred sleeping place as well.
They looked so peaceful that the redhead was reluctant to wake them.
But the ADA had to leave soon and she knew Olivia would want to get
started on the interview. That didn’t mean Casey couldn’t enjoy the
sight of her lover. It was rare the redhead got the opportunity to
just watch Olivia when the brunette was sleeping. It was the only time
that the detective could fully escape all horrors of the world. Sleep
didn’t always work, but when it did Casey could see the innocence and
beauty radiating from the brunette. Today was one of those few times
where Olivia wasn’t plagued by dreams of the victims.
Olivia was lying with her back out to the room. That way Andrea
couldn’t fall out of the bed, no matter how much tossing and turning
the young girl did. As the bed was placed up against the wall. It was
another of the detective’s subconscious ways of protecting the girl.
The movement during the night had left the brunette scarily close to
the edge of the bed.
Not wanting to risk Olivia falling out. Casey stood behind the
brunette. That way the ADA would be able to stop her love from rolling
off to the floor should Olivia be startled and move.
Caressing the brunette’s check with the back of her hand, Casey spoke
softly as not to scare Andrea. “Sweetheart, it’s time to get up.”
Not wanting to wake after the night she had, Olivia mumbled something
unintelligible but turned her head into the redhead’s touch. Hoping
for more of the fleeting contact.
“I know sweetie, but this isn’t the time. And you want to talk to Andrea.”
Olivia couldn’t turn over as a response to the ADA. Turning would have
the detective ending flat on the floor. That, however, didn’t stop the
brunette from half turning her torso so she could look at the redhead.
“Morning baby.”
Not being able to get up without disturbing the young blonde, Olivia raised her head for a kiss. Casey obliged with a sweet but short kiss. Much to the detective’s frustration. She really hoped for something longer. It had been a long week and Olivia hadn’t seen the redhead awake nearly enough. But this wasn’t the time or the place. That didn’t make it any less disappointing or mean that the detective wouldn’t try to get just a little alone time with her girlfriend. Well it wouldn’t exactly be alone as Andrea was sleeping right next to her. It didn’t really matter because the brunette could fell the young girl stirring as Olivia tried to get another kiss from Casey.
“Come on sleepyhead, you need to get up.” The brightness and twinkle in the redhead’s eyes said it all. They would have time together, hopefully later that day. Olivia tried to get up without disturbing the blonde, unsuccessfully.
The detective wasn’t awake enough to start the day ahead of her. In anticipation of this Casey had brought coffee as well as the brunette’s usual wakeup drink of orange juice. The ADA knew it would be an especially hard day for Andrea. The only thing Casey could do to make it even slightly better at this moment was to provide the girl with a nutritious meal. The blonde would need all the energy the ADA could provide if Andrea was to retell her story with the help of Olivia.
Andrea had been not exactly happy but okay to stay with the redhead,
allowing the detective to change. Casey never did trust her own abilities with children. No matter what Olivia said or how well the redhead was at talking with the younger victims. It made no difference. Casey held herself up against the brunette and would fall short every time. It always came as a surprise when Olivia trusted her with such a scared child as Andrea. That the blonde allowed her presence and seemed to enjoy her company and breakfast was to the redhead astounding.
Olivia was reluctant to go back to the real world. Leaving the crib would mean talking to Andrea about what had happened in the young girl’s home. Not that the detective had any real choice. It wouldn’t be long before Cragen demanded answers. And pissing off the Captain wasn’t anywhere near Olivia’s to do list.
They had tried having Huang sit in, but that had caused Andrea to cling to the brunette refusing to talk. They had had to settle for him to listen in from the other room. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the only way to get the blonde to talk.
As it turned out Andrea hadn’t seen what had happened. After getting home the blonde girl had been playing in her room while the victim,
Karen James, was making dinner. Andrea had heard voices. At first the girl hadn’t paid any attention because it had sounded like normal conversation. When it had turned to yelling and then her mom screaming, Andrea had hid in her closet. Staying there, until Olivia came to get her.
The young girl couldn’t remember any specifics of what the man had yelled. But it hadn’t been a voice the blonde could recognize as someone she knew.
During the day with the brunette, Andrea had opened up and was becoming more like the usual charming and outgoing child the blonde had been before her mother had been killed. The blonde wasn’t as obviously afraid of men, but was more subdued around anyone other than Olivia.
By the time Olivia had gotten all the information the young girl was able to provide, ACS had sent a caseworker. Andrea would go to a temporary foster home. Charlotte Adams had taken care of a lot of children through out the years and now only took in a special child once in a while. When ACS didn’t have another option. When the old woman had heard about what happened to Andrea, Charlotte had agreed to take the young girl in until something more permanent could be arranged.
Cragen had sent the brunette home, after Olivia came back from seeing Andrea safe to Charlotte’s. The brunette hadn’t been thrilled about it, but had no other choice. It wasn’t that the detective didn’t want to go home. Quite the contrary, Olivia was longing for time with Casey. But the brunette felt a need to help find answers for Andrea.
It didn’t improve Olivia’s mood that the redhead had decided to work from the DA’s office even if it was a Saturday. Casey hadn’t wanted to work from home when the brunette would be at the precinct.
Walking into the apartment, Olivia was met be a resounding silence, not even Tigger could be bothered to greet her.
In the beginning after they had gotten this apartment, every time one of them walked in the door, Tigger had been there to greet them. Tigger was Casey’s cat. Well now it was both of theirs.
Olivia had found out about the then kitten a night the detective stopped by for legal advice on a case. When the brunette saw the kitten, details the detective had noticed in that last month started to come together.
Casey had started holding the papers the redhead was reading in the air instead of placed on the table or in her lab. It didn’t fit as soon as Olivia saw the kitten, because the detective had never been a cat person. Truth was the brunette never did have a pet or for that matter thought about having one.
Tigger had the same day he arrived made every semi horizontal surface his sleeping place. That had included the ADA’s folders and files. Preferably when the redhead was reading them. Tigger hadn’t been too fond of Olivia. When they were first introduced. The kitten had hissed at the brunette and ran to hide in the bedroom. Tigger had come to expect only two people in his home, Casey and the neighbor’s daughter. She would come by to feed him and play with him when the ADA was otherwise engaged. And the kitten was not happy to let anyone else into his home. It had gotten better after the brunette had started coming by more often as the detective had finally found the courage to invite the redhead out on a date.
Olivia had called the redhead before arriving home. But Casey had been caught up in something, and the ADA couldn’t leave that instance. So the brunette went running. Getting her frustrations, for not helping Andrea more, worked out. Running worked for the detective much the same way hitting baseball or playing softball did for Casey. It was a stress reliever. There was something about the steady sound of her shoes hitting the asphalt that cleared the brunette’s head.
By the time Casey had been able to leave her office it was later than she had anticipated. And the redhead was feeling guilty that when Olivia finally was at home she was at the office. This was ironic; usually it was the other way around.
Walking into their apartment Casey was met by the smells of the brunette’s cooking. Olivia might not be a great chef but the detective was far better than the redhead.
It didn’t matter much how successful Olivia’s experiments in the kitchen were. No what made a difference to Casey was the smile being in the kitchen brought to the brunette’s face. Giving the brown eyes a life of their own.
They had more than once had to throw out the dinner, Olivia had tried to make following a new recipe, because it turned out to be inedible. Not looking anything like the picture in one of the many cook books the brunette regularly looked through. Those nights they usually ended curled up on the couch with takeout watching a movie.
Then there was the nights where the kitchen ended up looking like a bomb had gone off. That usually happened when they were in need of laughter to chase away the darkness. The cleaning of the kitchen wasn’t the highlight of the night. But it signaled the time for them to clean off. And that was as much enjoyable as the food fight but it didn’t result in laughter. But ended on their bed. They didn’t get much sleep on those nights, but both Olivia and Casey found a different kind of energy. And much more important was the closeness. The few hours of sleep they did get was in each other’s arms.
Tonight, however, wasn’t like that. No tonight, Casey could tell, the brunette had reverted back to an all time favorite of the ADA’s. The detective’s tomato sauce with chicken and fresh pasta. Tonight was about reconnecting and talking, hopefully without any outside distractions.
There was no use of trying to be quiet as to surprise the brunette. Olivia was always aware of her surroundings. No matter what the detective was doing. The redhead knew it was an occupational hazard. But there was more to it than being a police officer and having seen what Olivia had. That had only reinforced what the brunette had learned at an early age. When the brunette’s mother had been drinking the young girl had to be aware of where Serena was to avoid being her mother’s target. Awareness had been a necessary means to survival in the Benson household. Now Olivia used that lesson not only as part of her job, but also as the brunette’s way of showing her affection. The detective might be aware of what Elliot did when they were working, but that was partially because they’re partners and the life of one depends on the other. Whereas Olivia’s awareness of Casey had changed as their relationship changed. The brunette showed affection in everything that
she did. Knowing the location of the younger woman when in the same
place had always been a part of it.
Casey could see that the brunette had been out running. Olivia had a habit of leaving her running shoes lying around. Actually any pair of shoes the detective used was left where the older woman took them off. Now Olivia at least dropped them somewhat to the side. Unless that was when the brunette was exhausted, mentally or physically. Then Casey would most likely trip over the offending shoes.
Right after they had moved in together the redhead had tried hard to get Olivia to change that particular habit. Now Casey saw it as one of the quirks that made Olivia, Olivia. It was also an indicator of the detective’s state of mind.
Picking up the brunette’s shoes and putting them away with her own, Casey slowly made her way from the front door further into the apartment. Leaving her briefcase in the living room before turning toward the open kitchen and Olivia. Choosing to greet the brunette before changing to something more comfortable. The redhead was desperate to get out of this pantsuit. This was supposed to be their weekend off and Casey hadn’t planned on wearing anything fancier than jeans.
Olivia hadn’t acknowledged the ADA’s pretense. Casey was certain the detective knew she was being watched. But the redhead wasn’t about to
let this rare opportunity to just quietly watch the brunette get away.
The brunette was dressed in a fitting deep red tank top and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans. The jeans looked a little too long as the detective was barefooted. Somehow Olivia’s inclination to walk around without shoes or socks even on the coldest days always surprised the redhead. It wasn’t that Casey hadn’t seen it or even commented on it on many occasions before. Quite the contrary. It had more to do with the younger woman’s own feeling of warmth.
Casey could never get warm enough. Whereas Olivia liked the cold as much as penguins. The brunette loved to sleep with the window open even during the winter. For some reason the detective always had an inner glow that kept her warm. Casey regularly took advantage of her girlfriend’s warmth. It gave the redhead an excuse for snuggling up to Olivia. Not that Casey needed an excuse.
It was kept warm enough in the apartment for the younger woman not to freeze all the time. And Olivia got to open the window in the bedroom
at night, most of the year. The redhead had refused to sleep with an open window during the blizzard that almost shut down the city before Christmas. The cool night air in the room was a nice contrast to the warmth of Olivia’s body as it was wrapped around Casey.
Casey was rather happy about the compromise. Not only didn’t she feel cold all the time, but it also ensured that Olivia wasn’t covered in too many layers of clothes when at home.
Olivia looked more relaxed standing in the kitchen stirring the tomato sauce than the brunette had in a long time. Casey took her time walking up behind the detective. As the younger woman was about to engulf Olivia in a hug and kiss the brunette’s neck the older woman finally spoke.
“Hey sweetheart, you’re just in time. Dinner’s ready in about 5 minutes.”
“I’ll go change before we eat then.”
Enjoying the embrace of the redhead, Olivia moved her head slightly to the side to allow Casey more room to continue kissing. “Umm,” lost in the feeling of Casey’s lips on her throat, the brunette hadn’t registered what the ADA had said.
“You didn’t hear a word I just said.” Not getting any kind of response the redhead backed up a little.
“Huh,” dropping all pretense of sounding remotely intelligent Olivia turned around to face Casey.
The brightness in the younger woman’s eyes let the brunette know that Casey was only kidding. Olivia gave up on trying to answer something, they both knew she hadn’t heard, and stepped forward to kiss the redhead.
The smile was clear in the ADA’s voice as she backed out of Olivia’s reach. “You said something about dinner and I’m going to go change so we can eat.” Casey walked out of the kitchen laughing softly at the pout on Olivia’s face. “You can keep that thought for later, detective.”
Dinner had been without interruptions. Leaving the two women to talk about anything besides work. It was a nice change not to have Olivia called in to work. Casey knew that Cragen was trying not to rely on the brunette as much these days. But it proved to be harder finding another female detective to work at SVU and there were some victims that would only talked to a female.
A quite night with her lover was exactly what Olivia needed. Not having to think about all the cases and the faces of the victims the detective had come across. What the brunette didn’t say, but Casey knew by the look in the older woman’s eyes. Olivia felt guilty for not working Andrea’s case this weekend. But the Captain knew it wouldn’t do any good having the brunette working herself to the ground. And they most likely wouldn’t get anything new to go on until after the weekend.
They had ended up watching half of some old film on TV before their kissing had led them to the bedroom.
The room was warmer than usual. Because Olivia hadn’t bothered to open the window before they fell asleep. That was why when Casey woke up she found the brunette laying with nothing covering her naked body. That was if you didn’t count the redhead’s body snuggled close.
It was still early and Casey wasn’t ready to start the day. That didn’t mean the redhead couldn’t lay awake and enjoy the body next to her. Casey was reluctant to wake the sleeping detective but that meant the younger woman couldn’t touch the olive skin in front of her. Tempting as that might be. Casey lasted no more than 10 minutes as temptation got too big when the brunette turned to her back. Exposing her body fully to the redhead. This was too much. After having had almost no time with her girlfriend the ADA didn’t want to let this chance go. Starting by pressing her lips against the skin right over the detective’s heart. Casey ghosted kisses over the brunette’s left breast.
Not ready to give up on this chance by waking Olivia just yet, Casey continued with the light kisses she was raining down on the gorgeous olive skin in front of her. The redhead hadn’t touched with anything
other than her lips. Though, the urge to claim Olivia as hers was getting stronger.
By the time the older woman was stirring, Casey had returned to where she started. Olivia’s left breast. Without being fully awake the brunette’s body was straining for more contact with the elusive touch of the younger woman’s lips.
When Olivia started moaning, the redhead captured the brunette’s straining nipple with her mouth. That caught Olivia’s full attention and the detective finally opened her eyes. Kissing the brunette now that she was awake, Casey looked at Olivia with bright eyes.
“Morning,” the redhead couldn’t, even if she had wanted to, keep the love out of her eyes.
“Morning, this was a nice way to awake up.”
They had spent most of the day in bed, shutting out the rest of the world. If only for a day.