drabble; the couch
pairing: rafael barba/olivia benson
word count: 1022 words
note: so certain people wanted certain type of extension scenes. This is from chapter 53; couch of notes on paper.
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Barba cups Liv's ass with both his hands and pulls her flush against him, entwining his tongue with hers, groaning a little as she gains the upper hand and pushes her way into the caverns of his mouth, sucking on his tongue. She grinds herself against him, feeling the heat of his growing erection against the thin silk of her negligee.
He shoves her robe off her shoulders, hooking a finger around the strap of her negligee as his lips drift to the side of her neck, licking and sucking at her pulse point. Liv gives a sigh and tilts her head back, gladly giving him more access as she slips her hands into the back pockets of his pants, squeezing his perfectly sculpted ass.
Barba's right hand finds her breast, and palms it, and not too gently either, as he continues nipping at her neck, ostensibly leaving marks, but she finds herself not caring. His clever fingers are circling her hardening nipples, and without warning, he twists her right nipple, and Liv lets out a squeal of pain and pleasure.
He pushes down the straps of her sheer negligee, tugging it downwards, revealing her bare breasts, and he immediately bends down and bathes her swollen nipple with his very talented tongue. Her negligee slides down her body, landing at her feet in a heap, and she steps out of it and kicks it aside, and she's now naked except for a pair of skimpy black panties. She moans, her mind hazy with pleasure, as she tugs at his unbuckled belt, removing it and unzipping his pants. She's about to tug down his pants and reach for his throbbing erection when he grabs her hand, stopping her.
She gives a little surprised mew of protest as he lifts his mouth from her breasts, looking at her with aroused eyes and that ever-present smirk. "I thought you wanted to fuck on the couch."
"I thought you said we're not making it to the couch," she smirks back, and he laughs, before devouring her mouth again, nibbling on her bottom lip. She slings her arms around his neck as he kisses her wantonly, running his hands down her thighs. He grabs her leg and hooks it around his waist, and with a little expert manoeuvring, she's clinging to him, legs wrapped around him, lips still fused to his.
He walks them to the couch, and they both fall upon it, Liv on her back as Barba hovers above her. His erection presses against her abdomen, and she can feel her desire pooling at her core, and he hasn't even touched her there yet.
Almost as if he's reading her mind, he runs his hand up her thigh in a lazy manner, and runs a finger between her folds over her panties. She whines and claws at his back, lifting her hips a little, wanting more tension and pressure. He obliges her, pushing her panties aside and plunging his fingers into her wetness. She sucks in a breath, biting her lip, as waves of pleasure sweep over her, and it isn't long at all before she feels herself coming close, and she stills his hand. "I want to come with you inside of me," she says breathily.
He stops, withdrawing his fingers, his eyes almost opaque with desire.
"You're extremely overdressed, Rafi," Liv murmurs as she finally rests her hand on his arousal, stroking it and pulling it free from the confines of his pants and boxers. He lets out a moan as she circles his erection, pumping it.
"I don't think I'm going to waste any time undressing," Barba says, before kissing her again, hard, as one hand closes over her breast, thumbing her sensitive nipple, his other hand discarding her panties.
"I don't think you should either," she affirms, gripping him skilfully and guiding her towards her entrance. He lifts her leg a bit, and with a moan, he slides inside her. She's burning hot with desire, and all he can think is how tight and wet she feels. He pushes all the way in as she gasps, feeling him stretching and filling her and her entire body throbs with desire and anticipation.
He fixes his eyes on hers as he begins to thrust, once, twice, and then he builds the rhythm and speed, thrusting into her hard and fast. She moans loudly, wrapping her legs around his waist, allowing him to push in deeper still. He grips her thigh, raining kisses on her face and neck as she clenches around him, taking him in.
"Rafi," Liv gasps, lifting her hips, and then she feels him hitting that exact sweet spot. "Oh god…yes, Raf! That's it!"
Barba groans in satisfaction, increasing the pace of his thrusts as he presses his fingers against her clit. She lets out a scream, and then bits her lip, stifling it, as she digs her nails into his shoulder blades.
She's very close now, he knows, and he's almost there himself. The feeling of her tightness enveloping him is driving him delirious with ecstasy. Liv comes first, her body convulsing and shaking, and he presses his mouth to hers, muffling her screams of pleasure. It doesn't take him long at all to join her in orgasm, as he goes over the edge, trying to maintain some vestige of his pace to prolong her pleasure.
Liv runs her fingers through Barba's hair as he pants against her neck, as they lie there unmoving, coming down from their high. Lifting his head, he plants a sloppy kiss on her lips, as he props himself up.
"I should refuse you warrants more often," he teases.
She glares at him, but she's finding it hard to maintain the effectiveness of that glare when she's naked (and not to mention he's almost fully dressed).
"Do that, and you'll be demoted to sleeping on the floor," she drawls, grabbing her robe from the floor and slipping it on.
He leans closer to her, and slips his hand inside her robe, stroking her thigh lightly.
"…so how long has it been since we fucked on the floor?"
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Hence marks the beginning of my descent into writing Barson PWP.
