Rafael turned to lay his shirt over the back of his sofa, hiding his smirk as he did so. Trying to fluster the good lieutenant was one of his favorite pastimes, and the threat of making her strip him had certainly flustered her.
Even if it had also served to positively enflame him.
He pushed thoughts of her hands on him to the back of his mind. One of them needed to keep their wits about them, and it definitely wasn't going to be Olivia. He kept his back to her as he unclipped his suspenders and set them with his shirt. He slipped his shoes off as well, delaying the point at which he would have to turn and face her.
Bizarrely, he remembered a conversation they'd had once after interviewing a witness at the hospital. He had been a younger man, very fit and tan and in the prime of his life. As they talked, the nurses had come bustling in to check his wounds and change his bandages. When they'd left, Rafael had made a comment to Olivia about it being a shame to mar such perfection, and she'd turned a puzzled look his way. He'd explained that he meant it was a shame such a beautiful specimen of a man was going to be marked with fairly severe scars after he healed—if he survived at all. Olivia had only replied 'oh', and he asked if she really hadn't noticed. "After a while they're all just bodies," she'd muttered darkly.
At the time he'd been taken aback, but as he'd been with the SVU for several years now, he understood. He assumed it was similar for doctors and nurses—humans were, after all, each just a different compilation of similar parts.
Brought back to the present, he wondered if she would look on him just as clinically. Maybe she would even keep her eyes closed, so she didn't have to see him. God, he hoped not. Then again—could he bear to have those huge brown eyes boring into his own while they trespassed so far across their erected barriers?
"Fuck," he whispered. He wondered if the drug was starting to wear off on him, too, since the thought of the word 'erected' caused a...well, similar reaction.
He heard a rustle behind him, and he spun around just in time to see Olivia kicking her ruined trousers away from her. She tugged the hem of her blouse down as far as it would go, her cheeks red but her gaze steady. Shoring up his courage, he approached her slowly. Every step he took, her flush deepened. He didn't stop until he was a hairs breadth away from her, bracing one hand on the wall beside her head. "Hi," he murmured, hoping to calm her nerves.
He could tell she was fighting a smile. "Hi," she answered. Then her gaze fell to the vee of his undershirt. He wondered what she thought when she looked at him: horrified, intrigued, desirous, something else? The real her, that was. Not the drugged version. He wondered what she would do right now if she found herself in this situation with him, minus the involuntary stimulus that had landed them here. Would she already have her hands on him? Would she want Rafael, the man, not Barba, the ADA?
He would probably never know.
Shoving the negative thoughts to the far recesses of his mind, he reminded himself that she had chosen him. She had trusted him. And more importantly, she had asked him to take control.
He leaned forward to kiss her, but at the last minute, he shifted and pressed his lips to her neck, instead. He couldn't quite bring himself to force her across that final line. He figured she would kiss him if and when she wanted. Instead, he pressed tentative kisses up and down her neck, feeling a surge of masculine pride when she whimpered and relaxed back against the wall. Her hands shot out to grab his waist and pull him up against her.
Rafael ran his tongue over what he could reach of her collarbone, then let his hands find the bottom button of her shirt. He slipped it from its mooring and registered the hitch in her breathing. Her fingers were stroking his sides timidly. He undid the next button up, and the next. He kept his mouth working over her neck to distract her, and from the sounds she was making, she didn't mind.
He did get her attention when he reached the button between her breasts. Olivia let her head drop back against the wall and eyed him intently. He saw the emotions at war within her mind, and he was inordinately pleased when the desire won out over the caution. The remainder of the buttons were quick work, and then he spread the sides of her shirt apart.
His Lieutenant wore a pale peach bra and a smattering of freckles that he simply had to trace with his mouth. He bent his head and the moment that his lips touched her skin, she moaned and dug her fingers into his hair, holding him to her. Rafael's burgeoning erection sprung to full mast. He moved his mouth across her chest, reminding himself to go slowly, following the trail of freckles as she ground her hips against his. He kept his hands resting lightly at her sides, not wanting to push her too far too quickly.
But Olivia wouldn't allow him to stay uninvolved. She released his hair to reach behind her and undo the clasp of her bra, shaking her shirt and bra off in one smooth motion that had him hardening even further. She thrust her chest towards him and Rafael complied with her unspoken wishes immediately, leaning forward to lick a trail of fire from one breast to another. He deliberately stayed away from her nipples, wanting to drag this out as long as possible.
Olivia knocked her hips insistently against his, so Rafael lifted one of her now-bare legs up around him and ground against her, as well. She let out the sexiest moan he'd ever heard in his life. So he did it again, and again, moving his mouth over her breasts all the while. It wasn't long before her hands were back in his hair, trying to tug him down to a nipple, but still he resisted. He was going to have to get very, very creative before too long; he didn't want to waste all his available tricks in one go.
He did concede one thing, though, when he slid his hand up her silky thigh and covered her panty-clad mons with his hand.
She came again, nearly yanking out a fistful of his hair as she did so.
A/N: Thanks to all who are enjoying this fic! And, I'm glad you're finding the humor in it as well.