Well it appears a third chapter was required, so as my Barson muse was obviously here for Christmas I took full advantage. In view of the story that had preceded this fanfic, I hopefully went down the "tasteful smut" route. I hope you enjoy it, and as always i apologise for any errors in whatever shape they might take.

Unbeknown to Olivia Benson she was quite often an assault on Rafael Barba's senses; the sight of her would brighten his day no end, whatever the reason for their meeting. Her unobtrusive, familiar fragrance would drift to his nostrils, sometimes lifting more than just his spirits. The sound of her voice whether talking to him or someone else made him inwardly smile, and their tactile moments, be it a reassuring touch to the shoulder or a gentle guiding hand to the back, always made his heart beat just a little faster.

Tonight, it was a sensory tsunami, and one that he had only ever imagined in the very wildest of dreams, and after a few very large scotches. Tonight, they had shared one drink, well actually it was half a one, the two tumblers of Macallen he had poured sat on the nightstand by his bed, but a mouthful gone, the ice melting rapidly.

Tonight, Rafael Barba got the distinct impression, Olivia Benson knew exactly what kind of assault she was having on every one of his senses and for once he didn't try and conceal his reactions.

She looked more beautiful than ever, her long, dark, still slightly damp hair fanned out across the stark whiteness of his pillows. Her familiar unobtrusive fragrance had taken on the musky scent of arousal, it filled his nostrils and stirred and lifted his body blatantly. Her voice drifted to his ears with soft pleasured moans and the occasionally husky whispering of his name, he smiled both inwardly and outwardly. Their touches were just as gentle, her hand now stroking his naked back, trailing across the swell of his arse, his fingers traced her collar bone to the centre of her chest, dipping lower to caress her breast, but tonight, his heart beat like a traction engine. And tonight, Rafael Barba has the added bonus of taste.

His mouth unhurriedly followed the path his fingers had taken moments before, starting at the very edge of her shoulder, his teeth gently nipping at her pale warm flesh, he moved along the raised bone, reaching the centre of her chest his tongue took control, wet, hot and teasing it encircled the dark, swollen peak of a single nipple, his long fingers coming up to minister skilfully to its twin. Another of those pleasured groans reached his ears, her rounded nails digging into the soft flesh of his butt, the sensation went straight to his groin, making his body throb mercilessly.

Olivia moaned his name.

"Raffa."

The sexy husky sound caused him to bite a little harder, the already puckered flesh quivering against his tongue as he swirled it around, and for his fingers to pinch a little more forcefully, he felt Liv arch into his touch. His own hard, almost painfully aroused body was pressing against her leg, he ground against her, feeling her shift beneath him, it was a slow deliberate movement, but laced with impatience and need, her long legs moved around him, lining him up directly with that hot impatient and very wet need.

A dewy bead of his own desire formed at the very tip of his body, moving forward, his erection nestled against Olivia's damp curls. Her legs moved upwards, pressing herself harder against him. Her wide sparkling brown eyes were fixed intently on him, silently imploring him.

The warmth in the room had dried her hair, and it was now spread wantonly against his bedding, much like she was. The pale, stressed at times agonised, face of earlier, was replaced with a rosy pleasured glow, which spread across her high cheekbones, down her neck, over her upper body, and rapidly rising and falling breasts.

For a moment Rafael Barba just looked at the beautiful woman beneath him, fully expecting his alarm to go off at any moment and deprive him of a fulfilling end to this most vivid of dreams. The hand which drifted over his torso, scratching his own pebbled nipple, and moved with purpose through the dark spattering of hair on his chest, to where it tapered, and lower to where the bodies were almost joined, was very real. A sharp intake of breath, was followed by a slow ecstatic exhalation as her fingers dipped between them and curled softly but firmly around his rigid length, her action drawing him closer, pulling him into her.

It was Barba's strangled groan which filled the silence of the room this time, his husky erotic calling of Olivia's name, he couldn't hold back, even if he'd wanted to. His mouth came down to cover hers as his body pushed deeply into her, filling and stretching her with his passion. He felt her lift from the bed, pressing herself harder against him, his kiss deepening with the thrust of his body.

Through the bleary, glorious haze of passion Rafael Barba felt everything tighten around him, it started with her sensual mouth against his own, their tongues moving silkily together, stroking each other with overwhelming eroticism. It continued into her arms which wound about his upper body like a creeping vine, as those blunt nails of hers clawed sharply at his arse. The ridiculously long legs which just seemed to take over from where her arms left off, pulling and pinning him along the length of her body, a body which moulded so perfectly to his own, their actions, as was often the case, as one. It finished with those hot slick inner walls, which clamped around him with a burning passion that drew everything from him.

Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind Rafael Barba found himself wondering how the day that had been, had manifested itself into the night it now was. So much flashed around in his mind along with the passion which now threatened to rush and overwhelm him. He pushed those thoughts back into the dark recesses, "this isn't about today". Liv's words swirled around with the passion, instinctively he knew that it wasn't, today might have been a catalyst but in his rapidly beating heart of hearts he knew this was about so much more.

Just as he had done many times today, Barba fought his own body. Professionalism was long since out of the window, it had melted away with the ice in the scotch, once again he fought for self-control. As Liv's silky smooth skin brushed against his own, her soft well rounded breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples abraded against his and her inner walls fluttered around his pulsating shaft, he knew it was a fight he wasn't going to win, and he was quite happy to surrender to.

He felt Liv's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at its short length, a finger traced the outline of his ear, and his eyes drifted open, his actions easing slightly, although his body still rhythmically, but slowly moved against her, inside her.

A languorous smile lifted her full mouth, pink and swollen from their kisses. The finger that had traced his ear, did the same to lips, those sparkling brown eyes of hers held his, the pupils bright and wide. His own smile was a little shy as he continued to move his body. Maybe she sensed it, maybe she saw it, her thumb brushed the inside of his lower lip.

"You feel so good." She said in that sexy husky tone, arching against him and tightening her wet heat enticingly around him.

Her smile spread as an involuntary groan escaped from his mouth, the sensation vibrating against her thumb, his body vibrating against her own, his movements once again speeding up. It was a chain reaction, from the groan, his body vibrating against her, his increased movement, they all caught her at once and in the right spot, her body so sensitised and aware of him, she couldn't contain it any longer.

Now Barba really knew about things tightening around him, the delicious balance between pleasure and pain, touching every nerve he possessed, caressing and teasing it, before pushing him headlong over the edge into Olivia, his passion spilling with such ferocity from his own body into hers, he felt it would never end, he didn't want it to. He could feel her own pleasure mixing with his, the sensation stopping him from falling to the ground, and driving him back up again, his body thrusting into her, her limbs and her body pulling him in harder and faster.

A room that had been filled with gentle moans and husky names, was awash with the sound of satisfied groans and all but screamed names as their shared passion reached its peak. When their sated bodies finally stilled against each other, it was in a hot tangled mess.

Liv's long, dark, once again damp hair wasn't spread out against the cool white pillows, but across the gentle rise and fall of Rafael Barba's chest, just as it had done earlier beneath her finger tips, his heart beat rapidly against her ear, increasing as she curled herself around his gloriously naked body.

This really wasn't about today, but something had definitely happened...