drabble; private show
pairing: rafael barba/olivia benson
word count: 1104 words
note: for the Valentine's Day fic-a-thon at thebarsondaily on tumblr. Prompts are: voyeur (naughty) and whisper (nice).

begin

Barba awoke to weak sunlight streaming through a gap in the blinds. Closing his eyes again, he shuffled in bed, turning to his side, his arm reaching out automatically to pull his wife closer. But his arm only hit slightly cool sheets, and he opened his eyes to see her side of the bed empty.

Yawning slightly, he sat up, running a hand through his hair as he rubbed the remnants of sleep out of his eyes. Their room was quiet, and he was listening for sounds of Noah before remembering that Lucia had taken Noah to her room on the other side of the villa, so that he and Liv could have some private time on what was coincidentally Valentine's Day.

He couldn't help but smirk to himself, remembering their very private and very amorous time together last night. Coming to Bali in February, and escaping the New York winter had definitely been one of his best ideas in recent times.

He slipped his feet into the bedroom slippers, padding out of the bedroom in search of his wife. He heard the faint sound of running water, and smiled to himself. Clearly, she was taking a shower, and he fully intended on joining her.

Pushing open the door leading to the bathroom, he was greeted, much to his disappointment, by a pristine and dry bath tub, and an empty shower stall. He entered the bathroom, looking around curiously, trying to detect the source of running water, and then he knew.

He slid open the sliding door that connected the bathroom of the villa's main suite to a private, intimate backyard, and then he finally found Liv, wrapped in a cotton robe, turning the knobs of the outdoor shower, testing the temperature of the water. He paused, taking a step back, leaning against the door, not wanting to announce his arrival.

(He was sure that she knew he was standing there, it wasn't unlike her not to know, being the highly alert and instinctive detective she was, but if she knew, she gave no indication whatsoever.)

Barba watched as she undid her loose bun, shaking out her hair. Slipping out of her robe, she carelessly tossed it towards a deck chair, stepping into the stream of water, gloriously naked. She titled her head back, the water hitting her face and shoulders in sprays, and he felt his breath hitching a little as she ran her hands down the sides of her body. He watched as she pumped some liquid soap on her hands, and began lathering the soap all over her body, her fingers massaging the soap into her skin.

As the water washed away the soapy suds, he could hear her letting out a little sigh of contentment as she remained standing under the stream of warm water. Slowly, her right hand drifted to her right breast, cupping it and squeezing it lightly, her thumb finding her nipple and rubbing it firmly. It was such a simple, natural gesture, certainly nothing he had not seen before, but Barba had to physically stop himself from grabbing his erection like a horny teenager.

He couldn't help it though, even after all this time, she still managed to drive him crazy. Not just a little crazy, but a lot of crazy.

With her fingers still playing with her hardening nipple, Liv's left hand had wandered down her stomach, right to the crevice between her legs. He watched as two of her fingers slipped into her slick wet heat, he watched as her thighs tensed and tightened around her hand, her mouth opening slightly as a low moan escaped her.

He knew her body as well as she knew it, so when Liv threw her head back, her right hand gripping her breast firmly, he knew that she had begun rubbing that sensitive little bundle of nerves. She moved her fingers back and forth, breathing a little harder, and Barba could feel himself hardening even further. It took him every inch of his self-control not to walk up to her and push her against the wall, and proceeding to have his way with her, under the shower.

But he would wait.

She eased another finger into her core, groaning a little louder now, as she started pumping her fingers at a steady pace. He saw her twisting her fingers, manipulating her clitoris as she brought herself closer to her release.

"Raf…" she moaned, and he felt the rush of heat to both his groin and his face. She was thinking of him; but of course, she would be. It took a few more thrusts of her fingers before she came undone, his name on her lips.

She stood still under the running water, panting a little, and then without looking towards his direction, she drawled, "are you still going to stand there gawking, or are you coming over here to join me?"

Smirking, he entered the compound, swiftly removing his robe, letting it drop on the floor, as he took two giant steps towards her, feeling the water hitting his body as he pressed her against the wall.

"You have no idea how hot that was, Lieutenant," he growled, leaning down and pressing his mouth against her neck in an open-mouthed kiss.

Liv laughed breathlessly, her hand drifting down towards his erection and gripping it skilfully. "Oh, I think I may have an idea…"

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard, his tongue parting her lips and engaging hers in a passionate duel. "I find it marginally concerning," he murmured against her lips, "that you have to pleasure yourself, when your husband is readily available for you."

She snickered, pulling back, and reversed their positions, pushing him against the wall as she pressed her wet and naked body to his. "I thought I'll give you a very private show for your very private enjoyment."

"So you knew I was watching," he confirmed.

She rolled her eyes. "Raf, I am a trained detective."

"Do you expect me to return the favour of the private show, then?" he teased.

"Maybe later," she said slowly, grabbing his hand and placing it on her breast, sighing as he squeezed her nipple lightly. "Right now, I want you to fuck me."

"Your wish is my command, Mrs. Barba," he smirked, grabbing her ass and pulling her flushed against him, his erection teasing her entrance. "But before that, I want you to know…" he leaned in, and whispered tenderly in her ear. "I love you."

Liv smiled, and whispered back, nibbling his earlobe lightly. "Show me how much, then."

end

note: some continuation/extension is highly possible down the road…