Just a little deviation from my current ongoing Harry Potter fanfic, I love returning to Benson and Barba every now and again when the mood takes me. The mood definitely took me this week.

At the moment this is just a tempting very little one shot, HOWEVER, I might be persuaded to write a second chapter if you like this one, although I do know you will probably seriously hate me for where I left it. I honestly didn't stop here to be mean I was undecided whether to be naughty or nice, maybe you will feel inclined to tell me ... anyway I hope you enjoy it...

ADA Rafael Barba had been leaning over Lieutenant Olivia Benson for the last 5 minutes or so as they reviewed a newly acquired, but very vital piece of evidence in their current case. He knew better than anyone the importance of it, what it would inevitably do to that case, and the gravity of the current situation.

He heard the clatter of her glasses as she dropped them frustratedly onto the highly polished wooden table in his office. He was in no way trivialising what the SVU detective had just said or the implications, but uncharacteristically his attention was still not as focused on the case as it should have been, as it would normally have been. But, no matter how hard he tried, his mind and his attention continued to wander. Of course, it had happened to him before from time to time, but then who didn't tune out now and again, suffer the odd lapse in concentration. He'd noticed it happening more often since the Willard case and his subsequent suspension, but he wasn't convinced that the two were connected.

Those beautiful, big, chocolate brown eyes of hers came up to meet his, just as they had done on so many occasions over the past five years. As she turned her head, shaking it with utter dejection, the familiar scent of her soft unobtrusive fragrance filled his nostrils. Rafael Barba suddenly realised that his lapses in concentration and wandering thoughts had nothing to do with the Willard case itself, but they had everything to do with the events surrounding it, the support, friendship and love he had received from the woman at his side now, the woman who was so often there for him.

Just like Olivia Benson, the sharp tongued Manhattan ADA was the consummate professional at all times, or at least he tried to be. What changed that at this particular moment in time he had no idea and absolutely no excuse for. This was definitely the most ill-timed, and quite possibly one of the most stupid things he had ever done, both professionally and personally, but he was simply unable to stop himself. How ironic was that? Two people who worked sex crimes, both of whom were more than well aware of the repercussions of unwanted advances or acting unthinkingly on impulse. One of those people carried a badge and a gun and could pull that gun and arrest that stupid arse of his at any time, but he was drawn like the proverbially destructive moth, to a hot and incredibly beautiful flame.

Would it be the barrel of a gun which would quite literally stop him dead in his tracks? Or would it be her recoiling from him as if she'd been the one burned? Perhaps a sharp slap to his face or that very official voice of hers demanding to know what the hell Barba thought he was doing?

He got way closer than he expected, before any of those maybes happened. Surprisingly, her hands didn't reach for her gun, nor did they slap him, oh one certainly connected with his face, but it simply came to rest against his hot cheek, her thumb stroking the little muscle which pulsed frantically at his jaw. She didn't recoil, in fact she didn't move at all, save that infinitesimal movement of her thumb. He did hear her voice, but there was nothing official or demanding about it, just that indulgent questioning sound he had heard so many times before, only this time it whispered his name, his given name… its quiet enquiring, yet breathy tone, pulling him yet closer.

"Rafael?"

She had only ever used it once before; his heart lurched and beat a little faster at the recollection and a small smile lifted his lips as his head dipped and they captured hers.

He'd had no intention of kissing her. Up until a few moments ago, he'd had no idea that was even what he wanted to do, and if he had, well for the usually self-assured ADA, it would have been a tentative brush of the lips. But as he realised this was exactly what he wanted to do, as he tasted their sweetness beneath his own mouth, there was nothing tentative about his action.

His brain screamed at him to stop, his heart and his body ignoring it and taking him down a very different path. His long slim fingers wound their way into Olivia's silky hair dragging her head gently backwards, allowing him to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushed against hers. Through the haze of his rapidly mounting desire, a small gasp reached his ears, bringing him with equal rapidity to his senses. He opened his green eyes, his mouth leaving hers as he pulled back, both cheeks now burning, with desire or embarrassment, maybe a little of both.

"Liv… I"

His voice was husky, laced with the passion he was desperately trying to supress. The hand which had been resting against his cheek, curled around the back of his neck, the thumb which had been stroking that frantic little muscle at his jaw, now stroked the pristine white collar of his well-starched shirt. This time he did hear that incredibly official and demanding tone in her voice.

"I sincerely hope that you weren't about to apologise counsellor!"

Barba was always ready with a sharp retort or a pithy comeback, but for once words eluded the normally so articulate District Attorney. Not that he wanted to speak, he wasn't even sure he was capable of doing so, or that there were any words that would be suitable right now. His mouth would be far better occupied elsewhere.

The breathy gasp and soft moan which emanated from her certainly didn't stop him in his tracks this time, his head, his heart and his body all in complete harmony, although his body was getting a little, a lot ahead of the field. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, Barba was still standing over Olivia, save their hands and of course their mouths, there was no bodily contact. It was something he very much wanted to change, and from the hand which had now left his now equally warm neck and was moving to the buttons on his vest so did she.