A/N: Mad drama and lack of reviews were reasons of my delay.
Olivia actually sticks around with Casey as she helps the ginger tidy up the house. It hasn't been long, but Casey is still not used to the mess that a little seven-year old can make after she plays with her toys. But Olivia just gives a nonchalant chuckle and continues to sweep up the blue pixie dust candy. They finish fairly quickly, considering it was two sets of diligent hands; just enough time for a groggy Emily to trudge into the living room with her bugs bunny matching pajamas, and scarlet hair pulled into a sloppy ponytail.
Through her lethargic state, her blue eyes widen at the sight of the detective and the ginger couldn't stop the smile on her face. Emily has always been shy and reserved, even with her family members, but with Olivia it is like talking to another fellow second-grader.
And Casey is thrilled.
"Why aren't you saving the day?" she points accusingly at the detective; her tone hoarse from the sleep in her throat.
Olivia chuckles. "It's my day off. Now it's other police officer's turn to protect pretty girls like you."
"Oh," is she drawled reply. "Mommy saves the day, too," she says her tone snide and very proud for her mother.
"I know she does," Olivia crouches down while she gives the A.D.A an endearing smile. "I watch her everyday. You know she really puts the bad guys away, you know."
"No," is her cute rebuttal. "Mommy doesn't have a gun and a badge to put the bad guys away."
"Mommy has her own badge," Olivia smiles down, clearly amused with the little girl's battle. "I am the one who catches the bad guys. She is the one that puts them in jail."
The little one scratches the side of her head, then smiles, somewhat satisfied. "Mommy is that true?"
"Well yeah…" Casey smiles back. "But Olivia is being shy," she makes a coy look to the detective before she settles onto her daughter's. "She and all the other detectives think of the bad guy, find him, and prove that he is the bad guy with evidence. I just tell the judge what they found. No big deal."
"It's still pretty hard to do." Olivia's eyes never leave the A.D.A's; those strong browns stuck on the ginger's face. This is the Olivia she likes: the nice, caring, sympathetic detective that unknowingly puts everyone else before herself. Not the stubborn, emotionally-deflective, not single, one who only seeks for her tongue.
Emily makes a giggle as she points at her mother. She doesn't know for what specifically, and doesn't care to ask. When Emily is put on the spot she freezes and Casey doesn't want that. She lives to hear her little bug's youthful laugh.
"You know what time is it?" She asks happily as she grabs her mother's hand.
"Um…you tell me," Casey replies with a smirk, chuckling when the little one dangles their conjoined hands in the air. She doesn't have proof just yet, but she knows Emily wants something.
"It's three-thirty," she makes another giggle but Casey can see the little show the mini-ginger is commencing.
"Uh-huh. And?" Now she knows what the little one wants, but she feels like teasing her a bit.
As expected, a small frown is made on the seven-year old's face. "You said we could go to the park at three-thirty."
Casey softly chuckles. "That was before you had me on that intense workout over there."
Emily's frown shifts into a quivering pout, and Casey already knows what that means.
She is about to ball her big eyes out.
"But I'll do what I promised because…well I promised, and I never break my promises." The little ginger is already jumping for joy and Casey could feel her own smile around her face, along with an intensive set of eyes on her. It is a surprise really; with the burning of her profile she would think that Olivia would be glaring at her, but it is the total opposite with those browns laying softly on her green, along with an admirable grin that makes Casey want to just melt.
"Can she come too?" Emily coos as she points up at the detective; naïve to the fact that she just spiked a plank in her mother's heart. Olivia doesn't want this, to actually acquaint herself with anything but the ginger's tongue, but of course she couldn't tell her daughter that. Instead, her mind tries to scramble for some excuse that'll disappoint her child but all she is left with are mumbles and stumbles over words.
"Well…you see… it's Olivia's day off and…" She could see that frown slowly returning to the ginger's face and the A.D.A darts up at the detective's, begging for some leeway.
Praise the woman's soul when the detective makes a small smile and crouches down to the pouting ginger's level and says "I would be honored to accompany you."
"You're such a sucker," Olivia snickers as the two of them sit on the nearby bench, watching Emily happily push herself on the swing.
The ginger makes a soft smile back at her, but she doesn't say anything. It is a look that Olivia couldn't keep her eyes off of. She doesn't know why, but those green eyes seemed more vivacious when her daughter is around. She seemed more calm, at eased, rather than the stoic wall she puts up during work. It is ironic really, Olivia thinks. Before she hated that Casey seemed so easy and open to Olivia without question, but now she loves to see the ginger smile gracefully at her- or her daughter; it didn't matter to her. Things are changing between them and it scares Olivia to think that she could possibly feel more than the reactions from the ginger's tongue.
Son of a bitch.
"I'm sorry," Casey whispers to her, tearing her eyes away from her daughter. It was reluctant, Olivia sees that, but she isn't offended. It is just Casey's maternal instinct to protect her own and considering their occupation and the horrors they endure everyday, it is best to be a little paranoid than ignorant to the truth.
To calm the ginger's nerves, that Olivia somehow felt was unease, she turns to face the little ginger who is giggling lightly as the swing takes her in the air. "For what?"
"For dragging you out here on your day off," Casey sighs. "I imagine you don't want to watch a seven-year old all day. I'm sure you want to relax, or be with Elliot or something."
She hears the grumble in the ginger's last comment, and it almost brings a sigh to her own lips. She still doesn't understand the jealousy Casey carries for her boyfriend. She should be flattered, Olivia thinks, that she was the one that sends the detective over the edge, not Elliot. That she is the one that can reach that special place that Elliot strives, and in most times are in denial of achieving, to be. Olivia would be a bit smug if she had a perceivably stoic woman pleading shamefully to be fucked. So why can't Casey think like that?
"It's fine," Olivia throws a smile at the ginger, before she settles her eyes on the little one. "Emily is…from what I've seen Emily is quite the character."
"You have no idea," Casey chuckles softly, giving a slight shake of the head. Again Olivia finds her eyes glued to that smile, those slight dimples that cut just enough skin in those hollow cheeks. What the hell are you doing? Her conscience chastises her. It shouldn't be like this. She shouldn't have her eyes glued on those wonderful eyes, or smile at the beautiful giggle. Her daughter shouldn't be a factor, but…it's funny how things never work out for the detective.
"Elliot…Elliot is with Kathy and the kids this weekend. Uh, Maureen and Kathleen came home for college and…it was a family thing." She didn't need to be reminded of how much of a home-wrecking whore she is. She didn't need to see a family set of eyes boring holes through her with shame and disgust, though it wouldn't go undeserved. And she didn't need the reminder that she'll never be blessed enough to have her own big family like he did. "It was a family thing…" she repeats lowly, letting the words seep in her head. You'll never be his family.
Cool fingers grasp her own, that lay on the wooden bench. It isn't a tight hold, or a possessive one. It is quite the contrary; tentative, subtle, hesitant… Three fingers lightly caress olive ones- which make the detective gasp.
She wants to look over, to see the reasons of Casey's soft gesture, but she couldn't. She couldn't trust herself, trust her voice, her expression, she couldn't let a small chance of vulnerability show within a glance.
Before she could feel too much, appreciate the warm caress of the A.D.A's hand, Olivia moves her hand out of Casey's and lets out a sigh as she takes out her phone; pretending she is interested in some app on her the gizmo. She hears the ginger sigh as well, hers more low and resonant, more like a groan of disappointment. Your life'll be full of disappointments if you stay with me…
Silence envelops the two of them, and to Olivia it feels like a dark blanket smothering her whole. She wants to let Casey in, maybe not in the way the ginger would like, but she wants her into her emotional circle. The woman was sweeter than she thought, more than just a good time and it scared her. But she couldn't deny, even if she says she's not a lesbian till she's blue in the face, that there is something there besides the love for her mouth.
Life can't just be easy for me…
It's been about twenty minutes and Casey and Olivia still haven't said a word. Both of their eyes lay glued on the laughing child, who grew bored of the swing and now settled on the monkey bars. Olivia somehow seeks comfort in the optimistic child constantly conquering the jungle-Jim rather than opening a conversation that she didn't know how to start.
"How did we get here?"
Casey is first to talk, and that doesn't surprise Olivia. The ginger seems to be relentless in her professional life and impulsive in her personal. Her capriciousness is probably the reason for her desperation for emotional attachment, but Olivia tries to shrug it off. She has enough problems taming her own hormones and emotions; she is in no mood assisting another's.
Olivia faces the ginger, whose green eyes are aligned with the distance of the atmosphere- as if there was a thick dark figure that everyone could see. She is probably ashamed as well, Olivia thinks. She always makes Casey look like a damn fool whenever the A.D.A brings up a personal topic, and the detective is aware of that. It isn't intentional, for the most part, but it is a defense mechanism she uses to keep people at bay- and it works for most people. Apparently this one is pigheaded. Just like you…
The detective snorts. "I don't know, you tell me."
Olivia knows how she and Casey got in this situation, but she doesn't like to think of it. It reminds her how weak she is, how much of an unfaithful whore she's become, and for what? For an hour, sometimes less if Elliot calls, of mind-blowing sex? Was she that desperate for physical stimulation that she'll go just about anywhere to find it- even in a woman? Apparently so, since she finds herself in the same position on Casey's bed for the past three weeks.
But now, she couldn't get her mind off of the visual.
Three weeks earlier...
Olivia trudges herself out of the squad car, that she and Elliot unfortunately just fucked in, and lets out a groan as she cracks her neck. This isn't the first time she's done it; they've done it frequently because Elliot thought it was 'hot'. But besides the literal flaws of it- the tight condensed space, the irritating panting in her face, the mortifying thought of getting caught- the fact that the stimulation isn't reciprocated always bothered her. It isn't intention either, Olivia soon realizes. Her boyfriend is constantly touching her during, and he touches her where it's 'supposed' to feel right- kneading her breasts, grazing her sides, cupping her center- but it just comes off as annoying and unsatisfying nudges. She has tried many different approaches- various positions, different body oils, toys, porn- but it all follows with the same result with Elliot releasing with such intensity while her heart barely races. But she figures she'll live with it, if she could have a kind loving man like him, forever.
It still didn't help cure the obvious.
Overlooking that, and plastering a smile at the man smiling goofily at her through the car, she walks up to the tall court building, ready to demand Casey for that warrant. She didn't call her because she knew that the A.D.A wouldn't pick up, considering this case has them walking on eggshells. Olivia will admit, to herself of course and no one else, that she was wrong to bring up Casey's schizophrenic ex-boyfriend during their battle, but she wanted to get under the ginger's skin after the younger woman blatantly told her that she was only fighting tenaciously for this case to get revenge for Elliot's attack by a perp, and not for the fact that she wanted justice for a nine-year old girl that was raped. It annoys her that Casey thinks so little of her, and to be honest Olivia didn't want to see her face, but she will swallow her pride if it means gaining righteous justice for Susan.
She feels the adrenaline in her veins from their previous argument, remembering how close she was to slapping the ginger. She could feel the anger, the insults, the embarrassment that the ginger got a reaction from her, and she didn't realize that she is now charging to the A.D.A's office, and just when she remembers the ginger spitting "You just want to do this because Elliot is always your hero, and you don't want to be the desperate damsel in distress for once in your life!" the ferocity takes over her and she all but breaks the door open.
Boy she should've knocked.
For a moment she couldn't see much; the anger of her own emotions and temper veiled her vision of the scene in front of her into a blurred red. But when she hears two sets of gasps and takes time to look at their position, she realizes what she just walked in to. Casey, all wild-haired, clothes scrunched up, between a brunette's legs, which Olivia quickly identifies as Abbie Carmichael. It takes a moment for her to actually come up with a response because the Texan is frightened beyond her mind, as she pushes Casey off and desperately searches for her shirt that she finds on the carpet.
"Abbie wait up," Casey calls out as she sets her own feet on the floor, but the brunette is already on her feet, ready to bolt. "Baby c'mon, relax!" The ginger grabs the flustered brunette's waist and stills her movements.
Olivia is still in shock, eyeing the tall woman who desperately tries to put her white button-up on. She could hear the A.D.A coaxing the Texan so she won't have a panic attack, and it works after a few hip rubs and gently kisses to the temple. They look so sweet, Olivia thinks to herself after the initial shock wears off.
"Just relax," she smiles at the brunette, whose breathing finally evens out. "Olivia isn't naïve. I'm sure she's seen people in alternative relationships- no need for to panic hon."
The green-eyed A.D.A keeps her eyes on the detective though she's speaking softly to the Texan and massaging her waist.
"Detective Benson?" the Texan asks shakily, but Olivia already shakes her head.
"I didn't see anything," Olivia assures, running her fingers through her own disheveled hair.
"Thank you," Abbie grins sheepishly, still with a faint blush across her cheeks as she gives Casey one last kiss and walks out, closing the door behind her.
The detective and the A.D.A are currently in a stare-off; shameless green glaring at abashed brown. With time Casey finally says something- because Olivia didn't know if she could trust her voice for some reason.
"I'm not giving you the warrant, Benson!"
Warrant, what warrant? She thinks to herself before she realizes that is the reason why she stormed in there in the first place. With a shake of the head, Olivia begins her speech but Casey cuts her off.
"Look I'd love to sit and chat with you, but I have to handle my business downstairs since you interrupted me," Casey snorts.
Olivia arches a brow, then blushes when she gets the gist of the ginger's words. Now that the subject is brought back into the light, Olivia finds her eyes drawn to the flush on the ginger's cheek and neck. Or the friskiness that was once a straight blood-hued bun, now lay curly over her glistening face. The first two buttons of her crimson collared shirt is unbuttoned, with the third dangerously close to opening, exposing a black-lace bra and cleavage that Olivia couldn't keep her eyes off. It only took a not-so-amused clear of the throat that brought her back to reality.
"It looks like you just had fun with your boyfriend," Casey bitterly chuckles. "I wouldn't interrupt you, though it's really hard to butt into five minutes," she snorts silently, running her fingers through her scarlet hair.
"Excuse me?" Olivia barks, shock and wonder leaving her face. Casey isn't nothing but right, but it was very rude to say of her. "What I do with my significant other is none of your bus-"
"Oh c'mon," she guffaws. "You just had sex and you're mad as hell. I can't even argue with you because Abbie…is…heaven," Casey smirks smugly before she bites her lip.
Olivia feels a rage of jealousy spark within herself when she hears that. Now that she thinks of it with a more calm approach, she could remember pleasurable grunts and whimpers before she slammed the door open. It isn't fair that everyone else seems to have a vibrant sex life, and she is the only one who has to take care of her own needs when she has a boyfriend.
Silence envelops them again, and now the ginger's expression turns sympathetic. "Hey look…that was really immature of me," she sighs. "With what I said before and now…"
Olivia nods her head, but she doesn't say anything. She still has a feeling of awkwardness and inadequacy swarming within her body.
Especially her core.
And though she is still extremely flustered and irritated with Casey, she is also aroused and sexually-frustrated from Elliot.
"So…Carmichael is your girlfriend?" she asks curiously, running her fingers through her hair, trying to switch the subject.
Casey arches her brow amusingly, but whatever she initially wanted to say she looks past it. "Uh…no," she grins. "Just an old friend."
"Little more than a friend, huh?" Olivia snorts and Casey smirks back. She is glad that she and the ginger are on somewhat good terms, and the detective feels confident to explain her issues.
When Olivia completes her somewhat embarrassing story, Casey lets out a sigh and taps the detective's thigh. "It's unfortunate that a caring, beautiful woman like yourself can't…it sucks to do everything on your own."
"Indeed," the detective groans, tilting her head back until it collides with the wall.
Casey looks at her for a moment then drifts her eyes elsewhere, until it connects with the detective with an impish glint. It unsettles the detective slightly. "Um…why are you looking at me like that?"
She doesn't reply but keeps her eyes on the detective.
"Casey? What is your…what do you want?" she asks, her voice slightly clogged.
"I just…I have an idea that suits your problem," she smirks wickedly, continuing to rub the brunette's thigh.
Olivia furrows her brow until she remembers how she caught Casey in the first place.
Then her eyes widen.
"No," she zealously shakes her head. "Casey, I'm not…I don't have a problem with, but I'm not…"
"You don't have to be," is her sultry reply, green eyes aligned to the detective's plump lips.
"I have a boyfriend Casey!" she hisses out, folding her arms across her chest.
"I am aware of that." She inches closer, her hand rising up to her thigh, but Olivia is too stunned to remove it.
So she thought.
"He's a functioning straight male who would probably seek pleasure with the thought of his woman with another. You deserve this, Liv. You help everyone else but you can't engage in your own set of hedonism-"
"Elliot is my hedonism!" she needs to remain adamant about this claim because Olivia is beginning to see only the positives and not the blatant negative in this situation.
"I'm sure he's a nice guy, who probably wants to pleasure you as much as you do for him. But, before you probably file a sexual harassment suit, may I ask you a question?"
Olivia really wants to break face, but if she answers this question, hopefully Casey'll leave her alone.
"What, Novak?" she barks.
"Why haven't you moved my hand?"
And when Olivia looks down at the A.D.A's hand with widened eyes, watching it cup her center- eliciting a sharp groan from the detective- she realizes that she couldn't deny what she just felt. What she wants to feel with Elliot.
There was no point of denying herself…
Olivia shakes the lustful images of Casey's head far wedged in between her legs, rubbing her sides, and stroking her to bliss when she watches the ginger rise from her seat- ready to grab her daughter. When she gets up as well her fingers brush against the ginger's and she immediately feels a spark, an ember so powerful that somehow seems to surpass Elliot's when he gives the same gesture.
Immediately she looks away and moves her hand, afraid that Casey saw that. That she'll add that to her evidence at how much of a big fat lesbian she claims Olivia to be. But suddenly her fingers ache for that touch, just that faint presence that made her feel... at ease.
With a deep breath she begins to walk with Casey to meet her daughter, trying to crush the urge to hold the A.D.A's hand, which is growing more difficult as they walk and her arms naturally swing. With each step the urge gets stronger. Her fingers seem to get closer and closer, but the desire is so strong that it feels like she's miles away.
But when she feels them, feels that finger that suddenly feels scorching, link with her middle finger, the borderline painful itch is deaden and…bliss comes along. She couldn't help but smile as her eyes slowly, tentatively, rises to the ginger. Luckily Casey's expression is a mirror; green eyes smiling adoringly at her. The anxiety is still there, and it'll probably gnaw her bones until she gets home and is able to analyze this dilemma in solitude, but as of now, she couldn't stop herself from thinking.
You complete me…
A/N: I wasn't going to finish this story because I sort of lost inspiration for it, but Holly Version 2.0 and Case-Oli made me stick it through. Thanks ya!
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