Righting the Wrong
By: Liv-x-Case-Benson & FemSlashPrincess
Ch. 1: Snag
It had been a difficult few months. Countless cases mounted the desks of everyone from the lowest intern to the mayor and beyond. Personal time was a myth. For ADA Casey Novak, it meant never seeing her wife outside of a professional interaction. Infuriated by the lack of attention, the attorney ignored every text, phone call, and fax from the detective, and even refused to go home at night.
Late Friday evening, knowing Olivia wouldn't be home, Casey tossed her purse and keys onto the counter and stormed into the bedroom. A sudden knee in her back made her whimper in surprise.
Olivia gripped her wrist. "Why haven't you talked to me?"
"Olivia? What the-"
The detective turned her, pinning her to the wall. "I asked you a question!"
"Detective, have you lost your mind?"
"Just answer me! I was hoping to have a lovely dinner with you. Take you out to your favorite restaurant. But what do I get? Ignored!"
Casey continued to struggle. "Stop lying!" she cried.
"Over the last few months, how many cases have you had?"
"A couple hundred. Why do you care?"
"You think I haven't been busting my ass for your evidence?! For your cases?!"
Casey scoffed. "Oh, please! I've been busting my ass to cover your messes!"
"We've been trying! We've chased down every lead we got! And because you were so caught up, you didn't even answer when the fucking ER called you about me!" Olivia shouted.
Casey pulled away. "Fuck you! "
Olivia kneed her stomach, but she held her knee there so Casey couldn't fall. She shed her jacket and shirt, show a long scar that went from her collarbone down to her navel. The stitches were fresh. "They wanted me to stay in the hospital overnight, but I said no. I had very important plans with my wife."
Casey wrenched free of her grasp, turning away in shame.
"Maybe I should just go back. It is starting to hurt quite a bit," Olivia said, pulling her shirt back over her head.
"Maybe if you cared about your wife..."
"I do care. You know how hard I work."
Casey sighed, refusing to turn and face her.
"I'm sorry, Casey. Really."
"No, you're not."
Olivia held her close. "Let me prove it to you. We can still have dinner if you want."
"Dinner?"
The detective nodded. "I can still take you out."
"Olivia, I don't know what to say."
Olivia kissed her softly. "Please say yes."
Casey thought for a moment. "Well...I have a different idea.."
"Oh? And what's that?"
"How about we make a reservation, then occupy ourselves until then?" Casey toyed with Olivia's top button suggestively.
Olivia groaned softly. "Okay, as long as we're careful. Remember I'm injured?"
Casey hesitated.
"What?" she asked. "I'll still do what you want."
"I don't want to hurt you," Casey murmured. "I'm very pissed at you, but I still love you."
Olivia nodded. "I understand. So now what?"
Casey sighed. "Maybe we should just order dinner." The disappointment clouded the attorney's eyes as she grabbed the house phone beside the bed.
Olivia pulled it from her grasp, setting it back in the holder. "Please honey. I do love you in every sense of the word. I want to be with you."
"But it could upset your wound."
"True, but it's not an absolute possibility."
"Liv.."
"Hmm?"
"Are you sure?"
"I can still be rough with you. I just need to be careful."
Casey smiled.
Olivia smiled back, kissing her gently.
"I'm so mad at you," Casey murmured. "You abandoned me."
Olivia's eyes were softer than before. "Baby, I would never try to abandon you. I love you so much."
"I love you too," Casey murmured. "I just feel lonely," she confessed.
Olivia held her close, rubbing her back. "I'm sorry. I wanted to be home, but even if I was, I don't think I would've had any energy."
"I still need you.."
Olivia smirked, pressing her against the closed door and sucking on her neck gently.
Casey whimpered softly.
Olivia moaned softly, pressing herself against her.
"Why, detective, are you always like this?" Casey purred.
"Like what?" she whispered, sucking right below her ear.
"I can practically feel your desire to fuck me," Casey moaned in Olivia's ear.
"Maybe you're just...extra fuckable to me. Though, I would much rather make love most nights," she purred by her ear. "Yiu deserve tenderness, loving touches until the end and I just have to fuck it out of you."
Casey let out the tiniest of whimpers when she heard her wife's comment.
Olivia began to nip the spot on her neck gently.
"Olivia," Casey purred. Suddenly, she pulled away.
Olivia pulled back. "What?"
Casey smirked, grabbing the phone. She pretended to dial a number. "Hello, I'd like to place an order." She smirked, throwing herself onto the bed. "I would like passionate sex for two with a side of romance and a dash of animalistic desire? And can you make that well done, please?" She asked, deliberately staring at Olivia the entire time she spoke.
Olivia smirked, taking the phone from her, slowly stripping her wife of her clothing, moaning at the sight.
The exposed attorney blushed, every inch of her in Olivia's line of vision.
Olivia kissed her passionately, moaning into her mouth as her hands squeezed Casey's breasts.
"Fuck, Liv," Casey moaned.
Olivia kissed her hard, squeezing harder.
Casey bit her. "Are you sure?" she whispered.
Olivia moaned, sucking on her left breast.
Casey squirmed beneath her, wrapping her legs around Olivia's waist.
The pull of Casey's legs on her hips made her wince, pulling away. "Ow..."
"Olivia!" Casey cried, sitting up. "Oh god, I'm so sorry."
Olivia took a shaky breath. "I wasn't sure how much I would be hurting. I'd hoped I wouldn't be, but..." she sat on th edge of the bed. "I want to make everything up to you, but I can't... I'm sorry."
Casey laid her head on the older woman's shoulder.
"I still could. Just not with a harness because it's going to pull."
"No. Not tonight. It's okay. We could just cuddle?"
Olivia shook her head. "I'll be ok. I-I want to."
"But.."
Olivia rolled Casey onto her back, kissing her again.
Casey moaned. Her emerald eyes shimmered with lust and hope, her fingers threading in the older woman's hair.
Olivia moaned back, kissing a line down the center of her body and swirling her tongue around her wife's clit.
Casey cried out softly. "Olivia!"
Olivia smirked, doing it again.
"Fuck.."
Olivia suddenly pulled away, pinching her clit.
"Olivia, I..."
"Yes?"
"I love you.."
"I love you too," she said, quickly stripping her own shirt, sucking on her wife's clit.
Casey moaned, resting against the pillows, her body arching against the torture. "Oh, Olivia...mmm...yes..."
Olivia smirked, pulling away and sucking on three fingers, moaning.
"Oh no," Casey moaned weakly.
"No? Why?"
"Not no..oh no...the neighbors may complain again," Casey purred.
Olivia smirked. "May? Oh no. I'll have you screaming so loud dogs will hear you."
"Loud dogs?"
"Well, the high-pitchness and dogs' ears..."
Casey couldn't suppress her laughter, and dissolved into giggles.
Olivia quickly shoved three wet fingers into her, groaning.
The startled redhead instinctively tried to close her legs.
Olivia moved closer, keeping her knees between her legs. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing..you just...startled me..."
"You're sure?" she asked, moving slowly.
"I'm sure," Casey answered quietly.
Olivia smiled, curling her fingers.
"Fuck," Casey hissed, arching off of the bed. Her clit ached for attention beneath Olivia's fingers.
Using her thumb, the detective gently stroked the nub. Too much over-stimulation was a mood killer and painful.
"Mmmmm..."
Carefully, Olivia laid Casey on her side as she laid to face her, pulling her close with her free arm.
"Well, hello, sexy cop," Casey purred.
Olivia smiled. "Be careful, but you should be ok if you want to swing your leg over my hip."
Casey complied. "You're everything to me," she murmured. "Don't ever leave."
"I won't. I love you."
"I love you too." Casey kissed Olivia passionately, tangling her body around the brunette's. "Liv, please," Casey moaned. "I need...your.."
"My...what?"
"Olivia," Casey whined impatiently.
"I told you I can't wear it."
"Your tongue, Olivia. I wanted your damn tongue."
Olivia smirked. "You should've specified."
"I guess I should have drawn you a floor plan."
Olivia kissed down Casey's stomach, lapping at her clit.
"Jesus," the redhead hissed.
The brunette went faster, purring.
"Oh, yes...mmm...fuck me, Olivia..."
Spreading her legs wide, Olivia slipped her tongue inside, moaning,
Casey dissolved into cries of passion. With each stroke of Olivia's tongue, she squirmed and released a string of curses. Soon reduced to ear shattering moans, the attorney knew it was only a matter of moments before she came.
Olivia smiled, swirling tongue inside of her wife, pinching her clit.
The painful pinch coursing through her body, Casey arched high off of the bed, screaming in ecstasy. She came multiple times, until, finally, she collapsed, panting.
Olivia took all that her wife gave, kissing a line back up her body until she was staring at her face-to-face, kissing her sweetly and lying beside her. "Something like that on your mind?"
Casey could only moan weakly in response.
Olivia held her close, peppering her face with feather-soft kisses. "I love you," she whispered by her ear.
"Me too," the redhead murmured.
Olivia stood, slowly stripping her remaining clothes and snuggling into her. "Granted this was what the romantic dinner was going to lead to, but I'd guess you're too exhausted to go out now, huh?"
"I guess so. You're not though. You have to come to be tired, but you didn't. You never do."
"What do you mean?"
Casey sighed. "When we first got together, you could come just by kissing me. Now..now it takes a team of accountants to get you off." She sighed, pulling her robe around her. "It's me, isn't it?" she asked quietly.
Olivia carefully stood, wrapping her arms around Casey. "No honey, that's not it. I love you. You're amazing.
"Then what happened? What changed? What's different about me now than the way I was then?"
Olivia held her tightly. "Nothing about you. But, you know...how long have we been married now?"
Casey bit back her tears. "F-five years."
Olivia kissed her. "I think," she sighed, "with what I see and hear every day, it makes it hard. No matter how much I love you. But after hearing an account of someone's rape or a child molester or pedophile say 'how they just can't help feeling that way', it...it's a libido killer."
Casey looked away. "I know. But I...I hear you in the shower every morning. Then I just try to sleep because I feel that I'm intruding. And it hurts me. I am left feeling empty... useless.."
Olivia shook her head, kissing her cheek. "I would never think of it as an intrusion. What will it take to make that feeling go away? I'll do anything. What can I do?"
"Nothing. I just...forget I said anything."
"No, I won't forget. Tell me. Whatever you want. Role play? Unusual place? Or..." Olivia smiled. "I know. I know exactly what we need. A change of scenery. Like...say a second Honeymoon?"
Casey sighed. "Olivia, you make it sound so simple. And besides. We can't do anything with you wounded."
"Yes we can. I'll get these stitches out in a week..."
"But that doesn't change anything."
"It doesn't?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned it."
"No. I...don't be sorry. Casey, something has changed. We've grown. We're not the same hot item we were when things were new and forbidden, but that happens in a lot of marriages and relationships. What we need - both of us - is to get away for a while. Rekindle. Because I'm always going to love you and never walk away."
Casey sat on the bed. "I don't turn you on anymore," she murmured, voicing her greatest fear.
Olivia knelt in front of her. "That's not it."
"I feel...I don't know."
Olivia sat beside her. "Just tell me. What can I do?"
Casey laid her head in the brunette's lap. "Just... hold me...I need to feel your arms around me."
"In bed would be warmer," the detective commented.
"Okay."
Olivia stood, pulling the bedding down and climbing in, waiting for her wife, sitting against the wall.
Casey crawled up beside her.
Olivia laid Casey in her lap, holding her close. "Like this?"
Casey nodded, snuggling into her.
"You're so warm, but you'd feel better without the fluffy robe."
Casey sighed and stripped.
"I know you won't believe me, but...you really are the most beautiful woman in the world to me."
"Yeah, but I still don't make you hot."
"Casey...you do. It's just...I'm not sure what to do."
Casey closed her eyes, laying her head on Olivia's chest.
Olivia stroked her cheek. "I'm not just going to walk away. I love you. We'll figure this out. Together."
"I trust you."
"So...does that second Honeymoon sound appealing? At all?"
"It does..."
"I think we need it."
"And until then, we won't have any sex at all."
Olivia sighed. "Casey..."
"What?"
"It's just that..." she sighed again, "never mind. Forget it. Let's just get some sleep."
Casey sat up. "What were you going to say?"
"..Just that I love making you happy."
"I know. But a one sided sex life doesn't make me happy. It feels amazing... then it doesn't. I feel guilty."
"But you don't need to feel guilty..."
A week later, Olivia was at her desk at about a quarter to noon. She suddenly felf a familiar burning sensation and her thoughts turned to the photo she had on her desk of Casey. Picking it up, the warmth intensified, flooding her mind with thoughts that were never workplace appropriate.
Casey sat in her office, the dim light on her desk keeping her company as she drafted an opening statement. She had steadfastly refused any sex all week, and it was beginning to drive her crazy. But she had to remain strong. She couldn't give in. No matter how much the desire consumed her. Sighing, she tried to focus on her statement, but her gaze kept wandering to her wedding ring.
Sighing for umpteenth time, Olivia stopped writing, announcing she was taking an hour for lunch, driving home. She knew this wouldn't be typical, but they had never done this before. And the thought of Casey's face and how her arousal would curl sent sparks through her being as she walked back to the bedroom, quickly equipping a toy under her clothes, situating things just right and nearly speeding to Casey's office. Running up, she knocked on the door.
Casey sighed. "It's open," she murmured. She had spent the last hour laying on the couch, sulking, trying to take her mind off of her aching core.
Olivia walked in, closing the door and locking it, walking over to Casey's desk and unplugging the phone, not to mention adjusting the toy so it showed in the right spot, before taking a few moments to clear her wife's desk of papers. She walked over, pulled Casey up to her, kissing her passionately, moaning.
"Olivia, what the hell are you doing?" Casey half moaned.
"I was hoping to be spontaneous..." she said, nipping her collarbone, groaning.
"Spontaneous? So you decided to be spontaneous, went home, put the strap on in the car, and drove here?"
Olivia bit her lip. "Well, yeah. I-I was hoping to, but... if you don't want me..."
"I said no sex," Casey protested. She hoped Olivia hadn't noticed her three second oggle of the special bulge between her legs.
Olivia moaned. "But I need you... Please! I was just filling out paperwork and I felt that tingle. Then, when I saw your picture on my desk...I knew I had to see you, have you, taste you. God...baby. I'm so sorry to burst in, but I need you to need me."
Casey raised an eyebrow. "Oh, jeez, I married a sex addict."
"Casey!" she moaned in protest. "Is it so bad to want my wife in this way? I'm not an addict. I just..." she sighed. "You know what? Forget it. Have fun with your paperwork," she said, laying her wife back on the couch.
"You know what?" Casey smirked. "I will." She opened a file and began to read.
Okay guys, let me start off by saying that I'm sooooooooo, so, SO sorry I haven't updated anything recently. I get to writing and I just don't think about it.
Second, the stories I was writing with CBN will be posted up until the point to where there is an incomplete chapter. When that happens, I will request that you decide if you would like to read up until the point that we stopped writing.
Third, I have began writing with a new co-author, FemSlashPrincess and I hope you like our stories, including this one.