[LOSVU] But You Felt Enough || 4-5
Author: untapdtreasure
Rating: T
Spoilers: December Solstice
Summary: They had wanted uncomplicated. They had wanted easy. Things couldn't have been more complicated, more hard, than they were now.
A/N: This takes place before Rafael Barba's grandmother passes away. It's more of an extended scene kind of fic than anything. Enjoy! Let me know what you think.
Chapter 4: And He Keeps His Word
Olivia's hands moved up his arms, over his shoulders and neck to come to rest on his cheeks. "I know." Her mouth tenderly fell on his as she kissed him. She moved her hand into his hair, cradling the back of his head as she encouraged him to lie back. Her body rocked against his.
His arms went around her, moving up along her shoulder blades as he turned her onto her back. He moved them toward the head of the bed as he continued to touch and kiss her. "Liv..." he breathed between kisses.
Her hands gripped his biceps. Her eyes raked over him, taking in every emotion that crossed his face. She kissed along his jaw, nipping and sucking as she made her way to his ear. "Make love to me."
He didn't need to be told twice. His mouth moved along her jaw and down the hollow of her throat. His tongue slipped along her skin, tasting her salty, sweet flavor. "Mmm..."
She was unable to keep her eyes open as her body gave a slight shiver of anticipation. "Rafael..." she breathed. Her hands moved up into his hair, messing it up. She tugged hard enough to elicit a growl from somewhere deep inside him. "Please?"
He removed her panties, stripping them down her smooth, toned legs only to discard them to the side of the bed before making short work of his own underwear. He gently spread her legs and settled between them as his mouth pressed to hers in a gentle, languid kiss. His body pressed between her legs. "What about protection?"
She focused on his words, pointing toward the drawer of her nightstand. She had no idea of his preferred brand of condoms, but it was better than nothing. She was on the pill, but one had to be careful and protect themselves.
He kissed her again, smirking against her bottom lip before he licked it gently and latched onto her lip as he worried it seductively between his teeth. "Always prepared, are we, Sergeant?"
"Always," she purred. She shifted, curling toward the nightstand to retrieve the foil wrapped object of their mutual desire. She ripped it open, moving her hand down between them to roll it onto him. "My God," she growled at the feel of him in her hand.
"I take if you approve." He reached for her wrist, freeing himself from her grasp and tangling his fingers with hers. He pushed her hand into the pillow by her head as he pushed into her hot, wet heat. "Olivia..."
Her free hand moved up his shoulder blade and then his neck and into his hair. Her nails dug into his scalp. "Yes. Yes. Yes." Her eyes rolled back into her head, loving every second she was with him.
As he slipped deeper inside her, it was all he could do to focus on not releasing right away. His breath labored from the intensity of finally being with her, and he didn't know how long he would last. "Mi amor. Olivia, dios mio."
She kissed him, effectively shutting him up as her knees moved up to latch around his hips. The man never did know when to stop talking. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, tangling with his. It wasn't a fight for dominance. There was never a power struggle between them. The bedroom would be no different.
He grunted into her mouth as the pace increased. His hips and hers moved together as if they had always been doing so. Her heels dug into his toned ass.
She freed her hand that he'd pinned to the pillow, wrapping her arm around his head as his mouth moved along her jaw to her throat. The friction was almost unbearable as her mouth fell open and the unmistakable sounds of pleasure rolled off her tongue. She was already so close.
He felt her tightening around him. His mouth moved to her ear. "That's it. Come on, Liv. Come. On." He was there, and he refused to go over that edge without her. His eyes were clenched tight.
She fell over the edge, turning her face into his neck and hair as she let out a soft cry of pleasure. His name mixed into a string of unintelligible words and whimpers. "Please now," she gasped, needing his pleasure to couple with her own. "Rafael..."
In the end it was his name on her tongue that did him in, he thrust twice and fell over the edge. He
buried himself deep inside as his slight thrusts milked him until he was spent. "Liv... My God, Liv..."
She smiled against his hair. "Been awhile, Counselor?" she teased as her nails raked down his scalp and then his back until she reached his ass and gave it a good squeeze.
"Too long, but that's not reason." His breath was still labored as he rolled onto his bad, dislodging their joined bodies. He gave a slight frown at the loss of contact so he pulled her close. "You're quite wonderful and delicious, too."
Her cheeks blushed red as she buried her face against his shoulder. "But you didn't..."
"Delicious," he repeated. "And nothing you say will convince me otherwise. You'll see. Rafael Barba is always right." His hand slid down her sweat soaked back and come to rest on her hip.
"So you think because I let you bed me that this will be a regular thing? What makes you think this was anything more than scratching an itch?" She raised her head, looking him dead in the eye.
Chapter 5: You Are In Love
Rafael chuckled softly. He leaned up, pressing a kiss right beside her ear. "Because I know you..." He breathed her in, and then teased her jawline with his nose. "You wouldn't bring an itch scratcher into your home with Noah. No, ma'am."
She smacked playfully at his arm. The laughter bubbled up sleepily between them. Her head turned, taking full hold of his lips with her own. Her bare body shifted, sliding right up against him as her head came to rest against his shoulder. "You're an ass, Barba."
He smirked, closing his eyes. "That's why you love me." He hadn't meant for that particular phrase to leave his thoughts, but now that it had, he was completely comfortable with it.
She smiled against his neck. "Go to sleep before I make you sleep on the couch."
"Yes, ma'am."
- -
The next morning, Rafael woke to an empty bed. He frowned, but only until his brain focused enough to hear the shower running. He moved slowly to sit up and then dropped his feet to the carpeted floor. He pushed himself to stand and reached for his boxer shorts.
After slipping them on, he moved toward the hallway. After a quick peak into Noah's room to see the still sleeping child, he moved toward the sound of the all too inviting shower. He opened the door, slipping inside quickly to keep the heat trapped inside the bathroom. He let his boxers fall to the floor and eased in behind her in the shower.
Her back was to him. It was inviting as he stepped to her, kissing her exposed neck. "Good morning, Liv," he murmured as he placed his hands on her hips with a slight squeeze.
Gone was the morning after jitters that caused her flight from the warmth of her bed as she relaxed completely against him, moaning in appreciation of his proximity. "Morning." She turned slowly in his arms, letting the water fall against her back. Her mouth sought his, kissing him deeply. Her arms moved around his neck, fingers moving into his sleep mussed hair.
"That's more like it," he breathed as their lips parted. His forehead pressed against hers as their eyes met. "Noah's still sound asleep."
"Good." Her mouth found his again. This way they could take their time and enjoy thoroughly waking up together.
His hands encircled her waist, bringing her flush against him. "Something in mind, have you?"
"Definitely..." And that she did. Neither of them paid attention to time after that until the water ran cold.
Shivering, she turned the water off and reached for two towels. After handing him one, she began to dry herself off. "He's likely to be awake now or at least soon."
He nodded, drying himself off before he wrapped the towel around his waist. He leaned over, kissing her cheek. "How about I make us all some breakfast?"
Olivia's stomach took that opportunity to rumble appreciatively. "Sounds like heaven. The coffee pot is on a timer. Should already be started." She wrapped the towel around her body and headed for the door.
His arms snaked out, catching her just before she could open the door. Shower shenanigans had been fun, but they hadn't quite relieved the tension they'd built up. "Straight to breakfast, huh?"
Her laughter bubbled up as she turned slowly, snatching his towel with one hand just as she pulled open the door with the other. She managed to get out of his grip and through the door before he could even speak. "You'll have to catch me first."
He managed to catch her just as she made it into the bedroom, relieving her of her towel. Now they both stood, naked and all smiles. He reached for her waist, pulling her against him; his desire for her trapped between their bodies. "Now I wonder what it is that I should do with you..." He licked his lips as he tilted his head.
Her stomach burned hot with anticipation. Last night had been nothing short of amazing, and then the touches and kisses in the shower were the highlight of the morning. Thus far anyway. She moved onto the unmade bed, settling in the center and crooked her finger at me.
He crawled onto the bed, catching her mouth with his. He had deepened the kiss, intent to take it even further until he heard Noah calling out for his Momma. He groaned softly, slightly disappointed, but not one to get in the way of her parental duties or begrudge the little man his wanting of his mother, he kissed her nose. "Go."
"Tonight, I promise," she said as she kissed him fully on the mouth, biting at his bottom lip playfully before scooting out from under him and grabbing his discarded dress shirt that he'd left on the floor of her bedroom.
He lay down and watched as she pulled it over her body and fastened several buttons before disappearing out the bedroom door.
"Mommy's coming, Noah."
- -
Half an hour later, Rafael had managed to dress himself in what was left of his clothes from yesterday. She'd laid claim to his shirt for the time being, and he was content to let her wear it as she took care to get Noah up and ready for the day.
Their eyes met as she entered the kitchen with Noah on her hip. She winked as she held out his shirt to him and leaned into him as she kissed his mouth. Being that she was still barefoot, he was that slight two inches taller than her, and damn if it didn't feel good. "Smells delicious in here. You made waffles?" Her eyes lit up she noted the waffles on the plate on the breakfast bar.
"Don't be too excited. Found a box of frozen ones in the freezer." He took his shirt, slipping it on and buttoning it, but he didn't bother to tuck it in or pull up his suspenders. He tickled Noah's stomach. "Buenos dias, Noah. How did you sleep?"
The little boy giggled and tucked his head into his Mommy's neck. He fisted Olivia's shirt and held on tightly as she moved around Rafael and toward his high chair.
Rafael then went about fixing himself another cup of coffee. "I'd like to really show what I can do for breakfast. This weekend maybe?" He glanced at Olivia, who happened to look over her shoulder at him after sliding Noah into his high chair and securing the tray.
"Only if you spend the night beforehand." That was her only request. She moved back to the bar, grabbing a waffle and started to tear it into bite sized pieces for Noah. She then moved to dump several pieces on his tray and allowed him some syrup to dip it in. She kissed the top of his head as Barba stepped up with a cup of juice in hand. "Thanks." She took the cup and placed it on Noah's tray. "Eat up. Lucy will be here soon. Then Mommy and Rafael have to go to work."
Rafael reached out, catching her waist. He met her eyes. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He leaned in then, kissing her mouth softly and letting his lips linger.
"I love you. You know that, right?" Her forehead leaned against his as she closed her eyes and held her breath.
He felt his heartbeat quicken. His eyes moved to study her. "Look at me, Liv..." When she did as he requested, his hand cupped her cheek. "I love you, too. Last night was everything to me. Here with you...with him..." He cut his eyes to the boy, who was now covered in syrup as he greedily ate the waffle on his tray, and then back to her. "This is where I want to be. With you. With him. No one is going to mess this up. Not me. Not you. And most importantly, not Johnny Drake."
Her arms moved around him, hugging him close to her. She buried her face in his neck. That was all she had needed to hear, and he'd already confirmed that the night before with his talk with Noah. And now he'd told her that he'd loved her, too. She couldn't ask for anything more.
Well, except for a long and happy life with the both of them.
//fin