HEY GUYS! So...Petska this weekend have completely melted my whole heart. The love between them is so beautiful, and something we need these days man.

SO, I've decided to post something a little different. (I promise Imma update Back To You soon - hopefully tomorrow). This fic is Langson, based off the photo used for the cover. I just hope you all enjoy it; it'll either be two parts or three, I'm not totally sure yet.

Enjoy xoxo

Angel of Mine

Part 01

"Casey, I hate these things anyway, so I really shouldn't have to go – right?"

"You're a Lieutenant within the NYPD, so I think it's pretty important that you do actually go to this thing."

"I hated these police functions; my only entertainment was Elliot and well he's obviously not going considering we haven't spoken and he's no longer a cop."

"Lawyers and all that will be there too, Liv; I'm going with you, and Alex will be there too even though she's no longer an ADA."

Olivia rolled her eyes as she shimmied out of yet another dress, allowing the black fabric to pool around her feet before she stepped out of it. She was currently in the apartment of her best friend, Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak, getting ready for a rather fancy function for lawyers and police officers of the city. While Olivia enjoyed a night out every once and a while – in between being a Lieutenant and a single mother – there was just some things she hated. One of those things consisted of this exact function they were attending tonight. She used to be able to make the best of it when she and her former partner, Elliot Stabler, would attend together, but following his abrupt departure seven years earlier, she had stopped attending these things regularly as they weren't as fun. She had gone to one a couple years earlier when she first became Lieutenant, but she hated it immensely and hated spending the night plastering that fake smile on her face as she spoke to various personnel from the NYPD and the District Attorney's offices.

She had originally been planning to skip this year, but her best friends Casey and Alex had convinced her to go. They figured she was skipping it because she hated these functions and they weren't that fun, and that wasn't exactly a lie. But, it wasn't the whole truth either.

Olivia had been planning to stay in with her new boyfriend – a boyfriend that she had yet to tell Casey or Alex about. For one, she didn't want to jinx it, and two, she had no idea what anyone would say regarding the romance as it was so unexpected. He had always been perceived as the enemy, and while in recent years, he had been on their side and had actually helped with the adoption process of her son, Noah – and had helped her keep custody of him following the rather sudden appearance of his maternal grandmother – they had still kept things at bay and kept a clear line between them.

However, one night changed everything.

He had heard about Shelia Porter – Noah's maternal grandmother – kidnapping the little boy and the hell Olivia had gone through to find him and bring him home. He text her throughout the day, checking to see if she was alright and he had come by after Noah had gone to bed. He and Olivia chatted for a while with a glass of red wine, and she recalled giving him a hug to thank him for not giving up hope and for sticking with her, helping her through the adoption process and all. A hug had turned into a lingering gaze in the eyes, and before the pair knew it, their lips had met in a mind blowing kiss that set their souls on fire.

And since then, Olivia had been like a hopelessly romantic teenager. For the last five months thus far, they had been secretly dating. She hadn't told her squad, hadn't told her two best friends. He hadn't told any of his fellow lawyers about her either. The only person that was aware of their romance was Noah, and of course, Noah wasn't going to say anything to anyone, not even his auntie and uncles that worked within the NYPD with his mother. He just enjoyed hanging out with the man and his mother, and was slowly beginning to see the man as a father figure, which was something that terrified yet excited Olivia at the same time.

Things just felt so normal with him, and she loved it.

"Earth to Benson."

Olivia jumped, looking up at Casey whom was standing in a pair of yoga bottoms and a strapless bra. She had been staring at the white gold bangles on her arm and the fashionable rings on a few of her fingers, her mind having wandered straight to her new man. These were gifts from him a couple weeks back, when she had accompanied him to a business dinner in Queens then with some other lawyers and their wives. It had been the best night she'd had in a while, and they ended up returning to her apartment where they took advantage of the apartment being empty (Noah had been at a sleepover a friend's place) and made love the entire night long.

"Where did you go?" Casey wondered, raising an eyebrow.

"Nowhere," Olivia brushed her off before pulling her long sweatshirt over her underwear clad frame, "What's the next dress option? That black one won't work; I shouldn't have eaten so much pasta this last week if I had known you were gonna get that out."

"Oh yeah Liv, because you're so out of shape aren't you?" Casey rolled her eyes as she made her way over to her walk in closet, adjusting the towel in which her wet hair was resting as she did so; "White dress or is that too dangerous of a color?"

"I didn't know you owned a white dress." Olivia remarked as she stood at Casey's vanity table, looking into the mirror she applied the final touches of her make-up.

"I think I brought it for some fancy law-related gala but never actually wore it; it still has the tag on," Casey pulled the plastic covered garment from her closet, her eyes glossing over the soft white material, "I think this dress would look perfect on you."

"Doubt it." Olivia muttered as she applied some dusty pink lipstick to her lips.

"You didn't even look at it." Casey retorted, rolling her eyes as she placed the dress onto her bed.

"Oh my God," Olivia muttered as she put the cap back onto the lipstick, "Okay, let me see." She whirled around, her eyes going wide when she saw the dress laying on the bed.

The dress was white, made from a soft material that felt as light as a feather. It was one shouldered, with a cape like sleeve over her left side. The dress flowed down around her feet, and had a mid thigh slit on her left side. Olivia thought the dress was incredibly beautiful, but she just felt weird at even the thought of wearing it as it was almost too perfect – and perfect for Casey, she figured.

"Case, this dress is perfect for you." She stuttered, looking up at her friend. Casey scoffed, picking up the dress and holding it against her friend's body.

"No Liv," she smoothed the garment out with her hand, allowing the bottom part to rest against the tanned bare legs that peeped from under the long sweatshirt, "You see this color against your natural tan? This is for you."

"But you've never even worn it and I'm sure it cost you a fortune; I don't want to ruin it." Olivia whined. A laugh escaped the lips of her friend, whom pushed the dress into her hands before holding her shoulders.

"I'm not gonna wear it, so it's yours," she turned the brunette around, pushing her towards the en suite, "Go put it on."

Olivia had a rather reluctant look in her eyes, but headed into the bathroom anyway and closed the door behind her so she could get dressed. She rid herself of the long sweatshirt and removed the plastic covering from the dress, breathing out as she ran her fingers over the soft fabric. Maybe Casey was right; maybe this dress was perfect for her.

She pulled the dress of the hanger and unzipped it, before slowly stepping into it. As she pulled the soft material over her body, it seemed that the dress was fitting her like a glove. It hugged every curve properly, as if it were made for her. She peered in the mirror, swallowing as she gazed at her reflection. The color did contrast perfectly with her natural tan, and with every curve being hugged perfectly by the material, she really did look attractive.

So maybe Casey was right.

"Casey."

In the bedroom, Casey had just pulled on a strapless, knee-length deep blue cocktail dress that hugged her own curves properly when she heard the en suite door open and the soft call of her name. She turned around to say something, only to gasp when she caught sight of her best friend. The brunette beauty truly looked like an angel; she was glowing almost from her tan and from the color of the dress alone. She had a shy smile on her face, and Casey felt the tears well up in her blue eyes as she scanned the appearance of her friend.

"Holy…wow…damn Liv," she swallowed, "I knew that dress was perfect; the dress is yours, keep it."

"Casey, are you sure?" Olivia groaned.

"I'm totally sure, it's perfect for you," Casey wandered up behind her, zipping the dress for her before rubbing her shoulder, "Gorgeous, now zip me up please."

"You look pretty damn awesome yourself, Case; this is your dress." Olivia sweetly complimented her friend as she zipped the dress up for her. Casey gave a mock bow and thanked her, before removing the towel from her hair. Her red hair was still a bit damp, but it was nothing that a quick blast of the hair dryer couldn't solve. Olivia removed the big hair rollers from her own hair, allowing her shoulder length, brunette locks to flow in loose waves over her right shoulder and down to the top of her back. She swept her bangs to the right side quickly, before then sitting down on the bed. She pulled on a pair of sparkly, gold high heel sandals, while Casey quickly blasted her own hair with the hair dryer. Her long red hair had dried in loose curls, flowing down her back and over her left shoulder. She stuck her feet into her deep blue stilettos, before grabbing both hers and Olivia's clutch bags.

"Ready?" she asked, holding the bag out to her friend. Olivia took the sparkly gold bag into her hand and loaded her essentials – such as her phone, credit cards, license, keys, and extra make up – before standing up as well.

"Let's go." She smiled.

He quietly cleared his throat before approaching the group of lawyers, a smile plastered on his face as he mingled with the men and women. He sipped at his beer, trying to pretend he actually was enjoying this event rather than dying from boredom. The music was bland, there was a lot of ass-kissing and fake smiles, and truthfully, he would much rather be somewhere – anywhere really – than here.

Well, actually there was one place he would truly rather be, and that was in the arms of his magnificent, incredibly strong girlfriend.

Trevor Langan was never one to put the intense label of girlfriend on anyone he was dating. The demands of his job combined with his own insecurities allowed little room for anything longer than a few weeks. Casual dating was the best term to describe the relationships between him and quite a few women over the years. Women would get fed up when they found out he defended the scum of the earth and would leave him high and dry. Other times, they wouldn't understand the crazy times he had to leave just to go defend a client, the job sometimes taking him out well into the night because the perps did like to ask for their lawyers in the middle of the night. In addition to job demands, his own insecurities made it difficult to maintain a relationship; these insecurities stemmed from a past relationship where he found out a woman he was quite smitten with was only with him for his money. These factors allowed him to put guard walls up around his heart, to protect himself from the pain.

So the fact that Trevor was now openly telling himself that this new lady was his girlfriend, it mean that she was truly special.

Their relationship hadn't been without friction – well, if you could even call it a relationship. He had known her for about 16 years now, since he first barged into a Special Victims Unit interrogation room with the famous words; 'Trevor Langan; I'm here to defend…' She had always looked at him with a glare in her eye, finding him so repulsive for defending the scum of the earth that she and her team pulled off the streets of Manhattan. It wasn't as if he necessarily liked defending these horrible excuses for humans, but with SVU was where he found the most cases. Besides, despite how horrible these folks were, they were entitled to a defense by way of the law, and so he figured he might as well make money from it – even if he hated it.

A shift had come just a couple years earlier, when he switched from defending scum bags to defend a helpless, orphaned baby boy named Noah Porter, the infant son of his deceased client. The little boy had eventually fallen into the custody of his girlfriend - whom had been just his acquaintance at the time - and he assisted with the adoption process. She had been so grateful to him since those times, and while there was still a line between them and a boundary, a friendship was starting to form. He seemed to really care about her happiness and about Noah's best interests, and she just appreciated him for helping her.

He remembered hearing about Noah's kidnapping, and how he fought the urge to rush to the precinct to check and see how she was doing. He had text her off and on throughout the day, checking regularly for updates on the situation and assuring that he would do anything he could to help. When he later found out that it was Noah's maternal grandmother, Shelia Porter, whom had kidnapped the little boy and put her through hell, he suddenly felt guilty – guilty for not checking properly on whether or not Ellie had any living family because he knew that had he checked and found out about her first, then Shelia would not have gone to such great lengths to take her only living link to her daughter. Trevor had been relieved when she called him the following day to say Noah was safe and sound, and with hearing in her voice, he could tell that she needed a friend.

He had a long evening with finishing paperwork and actually didn't make it to her apartment until after Noah had gone to bed. The two had chatted away over a glass of wine and some cookies she had baked, and she had even gone as far as to hug him, thanking him for continuously checking in on her and Noah. He squeezed her in return before pulling back. A lingering gaze, greens locking into browns, led to the two individuals leaning forward until their lips met in a kiss that set their souls on fire.

And since then, things hadn't been the same.

Now, for the last five months, they had been dating in secret. He hadn't told his law partner and as far as he knew, she hadn't told her squad. They were just living in their own bubble with Noah, whom was enjoying having him around to hang out with. For once, he could just feel in his heart that she had no ulterior motives or anything like that. Truthfully, for the first time in a long time, he saw a stable future – hopefully with her as his wife, with Noah as his son, and hopefully, more babies after that.

"Langan."

He looked up; his law partner was standing before him. He shook his hand, smiling at the older man as he moved to stand beside him. At least he would have some entertainment at this ridiculous function, as his long time partner in law was hilarious and would be one to crack the jokes if things got too serious.

"Whoa," his voice caught Trevor's attention; he saw the man look over towards the entrance of the establishment, "Damn – is that Lieutenant Benson and ADA Novak?"

Trevor's head snapped in the direction in which his partner was looking, his eyes going wide. He had been under the impression that she wasn't coming tonight; 'I hate these things so I'm not going but you have fun' were her exact words. He could see by the unimpressed look on her face now that she still didn't necessarily want to be there, but with the way the red headed ADA was pulling her along, she clearly didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

She turned her head, and their eyes locked. Her lips suddenly turned upwards into a smile, leading him to smile as well as he gave her a subtle nod of the head, to which she returned.

Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

So that's the first part of my super short Langson story. This first part has just been a little backstory from both parties and all that. I hope you all enjoyed it; leave some reviews please. Enjoy xoxo