Title:
.God.
Rating: R (but no minors should read!)
Challenge:
Casey and Liv find out they've been living in the same
apartment
building.
Written for: the lovely Amanda
Olivia
turned up the television in an attempt to drown out the sounds
coming
from the apartment above hers. For the last hour she'd been
dealing with the
loudest sex she'd ever heard, directly above her
head, and she was about to
go crazy. Then she heard a massive
crash, a loud groan, and another crash,
followed by "fuck me
harder, baby". That was it. That was the last straw. She
threw
her remote against the wall and got to her feet, storming angrily to
the
elevator and punching the 'up' arrow. Normally she would never
interrupt sex,
but it was eleven o'clock and she needed to get
some sleep for fuck's sake!
The elevator dinged and she got
in, brooding as she rode up one floor and
got off, stalking with
clenched fists to the apartment just above hers. Without
waiting
for another round of screaming and moaning, she lifted one fist
and
pounded loudly on the door, several times more than was
necessary to gain the
occupants' attention.
"Coming!"
she heard from inside, and she gave a snort, muttering "obviously"
to
herself.
A few seconds later the door was hastily thrown open
and Olivia started to
say "could you please shut the fuck--"
before realizing that she was face to
face with Casey fucking
Novak, disheveled and breathtaking, wrapped in a sheet,
her hair
messy and wild, bruises and bite marks covering her neck
and
shoulders. The detective's jaw dropped open and stayed that
way, her eyes
slightly
wide, blinking once to make sure she
wasn't hallucinating.
Casey's knees threatened to give way
when she saw who was at her door. What,
what, WHAT was Olivia
doing there?! This was surreal. It couldn't be
happening. It was
some kind of joke, or she'd been slipped some ecstasy or LSD
or
something. Her cheeks immediately flushed hotter than
they'd ever been before,
and she contemplated slamming the door
and refusing to leave her apartment
ever again. And she definitely
couldn't speak. This was the most embarrassing
thing that had ever
happened to her.
Now that they'd both had time to stare in
shock at each other, Olivia found
her voice. "Right then. I
just came up to ask you to shut the fuck up... I'm
trying to get
some sleep, and you're crashing and moaning and coming in my
ears.
Don't you have court in the morning?" Her tone was slightly
accusatory,
because she'd had a thing for Casey Novak since
shortly after they'd first met,
and this was just too much fuel
for her fantasies. It was incredibly unfair
to have to see Casey
like this, fucking some guy and clearly enjoying it.
"Come
back to bed!" a feminine voice yelled impatiently from
somewhere
inside the apartment, and both Casey and Olivia
froze.
.God. Casey was fucking a woman. "You're
gay?!" she blurted out, not
sure whether she was insanely
happy about that or if it just made her even more
jealous than if
Casey were currently fucking a guy.
Casey cringed. "Do you really think this is a good time to discuss it?"
Liv
regained some of her suavity and managed to calm her
deer-in-headlights
expression into a smirk. "No, it's a good
time for you to shut the fuck up so
I can sleep."
Casey
graciously took the out and nodded, though the blush had not left
her
cheeks. "I'll try to keep it down. See you in
court."
"See you in court," Liv said, turning
to head down the hallway. "If you can
walk tomorrow..."
she threw over her shoulder as she forewent the elevator in
favor
of taking the stairs.
Casey was so embarrassed, and so
grateful to have the detective gone, that
it didn't even occur to
her to wonder why she hadn't known that Olivia lived
below
her.
And Olivia was too keyed up to wonder the same thing
about Casey. She jogged
down the flight of stairs, had a
disagreement with the door from the
stairwell into the hallway,
and stalked into her apartment, cursing under her
breath
and
nursing her swollen knuckles.
--
Casey called out of
work the next day, and Olivia frowned when Cragen
delivered the
news. "Is she okay?" she asked, furrowing her
brows.
Cragen looked at her. "Do I look like a wealth of
information on the
subject? If you want details, you'll have to
ask Casey." And he went back into
his
office.
Liv
stared after him for a minute, and then realized how stupid the
question
had been. Obviously, if Cragen had known that, then he
would have included
it in the 'Casey called out' announcement. Was
she sick? Could she really not
walk after that insanely long and
loud fuck session the night before? "I'd
better go check on
her," she said aloud, nodding as she stood up and slung on
her
black leather jacket.
"Since when are you Novak's
babysitter?" Munch asked, raising his eyebrows
at
her.
"John..." Olivia began, but Munch put his hands up and interrupted her.
"I know, I know. How would I like to live without balls."
"Exactly," Liv replied,
smirking at him as she strode from the precinct and
headed back to
her apartment building.
--
She knocked on the door
before she heard the moaning coming from inside, and
her face
turned bright red before Casey even answered the door. Great. She
was
interrupting the ADA's sex life twice in two days. That just did not
look
good.
Casey growled and got up, padding to the door
and looking out the peephole.
"The fuck?" she muttered
to herself when she saw Olivia standing there
blushing. She opened
the door and raised an eyebrow, pulling her bathrobe
tighter
around
herself. "Yes, Detective?"
Olivia shoved her hands
in her jacket pockets. "Cragen said you called
out... I just
wanted to make sure you're okay. But obviously I shouldn't
have
worried... I'll let you get back to your friend..."
Casey
grinned, barely concealing a smirk. "There's no one here, but
thank
you for being so considerate."
"What were you doing then?" Olivia asked without thinking.
Casey's
eyebrow shot up even higher, and she tilted her head sideways
to
stare at Olivia before she answered. "If you must know, I
was fantasizing about
you while I masturbated." If Olivia
reacted negatively, she could say she was
joking.
Olivia
didn't react at all at first, other than the rapid-fire blinking
of
her eyelids as she stared at Casey in shock. When she found her
voice, it was
unfortunately a non-detective-like squeak. "What?"
She was sure her cheeks
were impossibly flushed at this point. Had
Casey just said what she thought
she'd heard? She cleared her
throat and quickly changed the question. "What...
was I
doing?"
Casey's teeth showed as she grinned devilishly.
"Riding me like a wild
bronco."
Olivia nearly
whimpered at that. She had a feeling that her fantasies were
about
to come true. Somehow she managed a cocky grin and a stable voice as
she
replied. "Wild enough to make more noise than last
night?"
Casey actually purred, taking a step into
Olivia's personal space.
"Detective, just looking at you
almost makes me come in my pants. If you touch
me...
there
won't be a tenant in this building that doesn't know I'm being
fucked."
That was all the invitation she needed, and she
closed the distance between
them, kicking the door shut behind
her, and easily separated Casey from every
stitch of clothing she
had on. Three fingers found themselves buried deep
inside the
redhead within seconds, a thumb toying with her clit as
Olivia
kissed
her, hard.
True to her word, Casey was as
wild as Olivia had ever seen her. And when
the redhead came, the
screams actually hurt her ears... but in such a delicious
way. She
forced Casey to the bedroom and they started all over again, with
a
balled-up handkerchief stuffed in the attorney's mouth to muffle
her cries.
It was hot, and sweaty, and fast, and the best sex
either woman had ever
experienced. It was a good thing they lived
so close... because this would
certainly be a repeat performance.
Fin
