Author's Note: Fair warning, there's some more of the adult content that gives my story it's M-rating in the chapter that follows. As always, feedback of any kind is love. Enjoy!
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"Thomas, this is Dr. Warner. She is the Medical Examiner. She's going to take your DNA sample." Olivia introduced the boy.
Melinda shook the boy's nervous hand, noting the sweaty palm. "Nice to meet you, Thomas."
"Yeah, so...ah, do you both have to be in the room when I, um, give my sample?" He turned beet red and spoke to his feet.
"Oh, no, no, sweetheart." Olivia's heart went out to the boy as she realized what he was thinking he had to do.
"It's a mouth swab, Thomas. Ever had your throat tested for strep? Same kind of thing, ok?" The doctor explained.
If possible, he blushed even deeper. "Oh. Yeah, sure. Ok."
Dr. Warner took the mouth swab and sealed it in an evidence bag. "All set. See?"
He smiled, the color slowly returning to normal in his face and neck. "Thanks."
"You did great, kiddo." Liv smiled at the boy. "I'll give you a ride home."
"Thanks, Detective Benson."
"Before we go though, would you be willing to tell one other person everything you just told me?" She ushered the boy in to her sedan.
"I guess so. Who?" He stuffed his hands in his coat pocket.
"The assistant district attorney. She's a friend of mine. Once she hears what happened at the party, we can start to put together the case a little more clearly. She's on our side and really here to help you and Angelina." Olivia waited while he buckled up.
"Ok, sure." Thomas said with a small shrug.
Olivia took out her cell and made a call.
"Sex Crimes, Casey Novak."
"Hey Miss Novak." Liv smiled but kept her tone professional. "It's Detective Benson. You got a minute for me and my friend Thomas Sansone?"
"You got him to talk?" Casey asked as she heard her detective's official voice on the other end of her office phone.
"Yes, we did. We're in the neighborhood and we would like to stop by, give his statement. We're maybe 20 minutes out."
"Sounds good. I'll be waiting." Casey heard the phone click off.
"Excellent." Liv snapped her phone shut. "She'll see us when we get there."
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"Thomas, this is my friend, Miss Novak. She's with the District Attorney's office. Just explain everything that happened truthfully and I'll be right here." Liv said.
"Hi Thomas. Nice to meet you." She shook the boys hand but noticed he never took his eyes off Olivia. She grinned. "Please sit."
Thomas smiled and fidgeted nervously before he plopped in a chair.
Half an hour later, Casey had enough from Thomas' statement to compel DNA from James. "Well, thank you, Thomas. That was a big help."
"Yeah, well...just hope it doesn't get me killed, right?" He bounced both legs and chewed his thumb.
"We'll protect you, kiddo. I'll have my boss arrange for someone to watch your house if you like...keep an eye on you." Liv offered assuringly.
"Yeah, sure. I guess." Thomas gave another nervous shrug.
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Liv returned an hour later, having gotten Thomas safely home and arranged for a uniform to watch his house all night and tail him to and from school. She stood in the door before announcing her presence with a light knock. "Hey."
Casey looked up and smiled. "Hey. You think I didn't know you were standing there? Close the door."
Liv walked in and closed the door behind her. "Good work today, counselor." Liv stuffed her hands in her pockets.
"Thanks." Casey rolled her neck. "I try." Her neck gave a small pop.
Liv crossed behind Casey and put her hands on either side of her neck. "Need a hand, Case?" She rubbed gently before Casey could answer.
"God, Liv...that's perfect." Casey closed her eyes and let her chin drop to her chest.
"It's the least I can do since you handed Thomas Sansone to me on a silver platter." She leaned down, moved Casey's thick red locks aside and pressed her lips to the base of her neck. "Smart chicks are hot." She whispered against the tender flesh under her lips.
"Mmmm." Casey squirmed in her seat as her body responded instantly to the touch of Liv's warm, soft lips. "Have mercy, Liv."
"I was actually thinking about that." Liv went back to rubbing Casey's neck. "Why don't we pick up a little Thai, head back to my place and have a little mercy?" She asked the question right next to Casey's ear.
A shiver went down Casey's spine and she wasn't sure if it was attributable to what Liv was saying or how she was saying it. "Really?" Her voice was soft and low.
"Really. I think we're ready. Don't you?" She nuzzled Casey's earlobe playfully.
"Depending on your definition of ready, I've been ready for five years now." Casey purred. She spun around in her chair careful not to knock Liv over, but wanting to see her eyes.
Olivia wasn't sure how else to say it. She leaned forward and looked through the emerald eyes in to Casey's very soul. She reached out her hand and softly brushed Casey's cheek. Her face was inches from Casey's. "I need you and I don't want to wait any more. How about you?"
Casey reached out and put one hand behind Olivia's head. She pulled her the remaining distance until their lips met. Casey didn't speak her answer. She conveyed everything she was thinking and feeling in her kiss. The kiss was hungry, lips, tongue and teeth exploring Olivia's mouth until both women broke the kiss breathless.
Olivia panted and licked her swollen lips. "Is that your way of saying you'll think about it?" She swallowed and leaned her forehead against Casey's.
"You really are a smartass, you know that?" Casey said running her hands through Liv's soft brown hair, massaging her scalp.
"Hmm hmm. So, you want to meet at my place around 8pm?" Liv ran her hand the length of Casey's arm and laced their fingers.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away." Casey's eyes sparkled. "Can I bring anything?"
Liv smiled broadly. "Wine, if you like."
"Will do." Casey reached up and kissed her again quickly yet soundly. "See you later, baby."
"I'll be counting the seconds." Liv gave her hand one last squeeze. She ran her fingers through her hair and wiped her mouth. From the door she called. "Thanks again, counselor." She sauntered down the hall; her mind racing over images she hoped would play out that night.
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"One last DD-5 and I am gone like the wind." Liv said cheerily.
"Girl, you been practically hummin' or whistlin' since you got back. What is up with that?" Fin asked from his desk.
"Perhaps she's tired of being tired and jaded and trying a new tact." Munch offered.
"Nope, just in a pleasant mood. We are finally getting somewhere on the Fierini case. That Sansone kid really uncorked it for us." Liv smiled but noticed a look Elliot shot her. "What?"
"Ahm, nothing, partner. Just that your usual celebration lasts about five minutes before you look at the stack of open cases on your desk and get back to it." Stabler offered. "Which brings me back to my previous theory of 'new boyfriend or new shoes.'" He smirked.
"Neither, boys. Just in a good mood. Sue me!" She finished clicking away at her last DD-5. She stood up and pulled on her coat. She quickly grabbed the form off the printer and walked it over to the mail drop. "Have a great night, guys!" Liv called over her shoulder as she hurried out.
"You know, government agencies have been known to run tests on certain operatives that make them immune to high stress situations..."
"Save it, Munch. Ain't nobody doin' testing on Olivia. Maybe she's just happy and good for her." Fin went back to work.
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Liv rushed through the door at 7:45pm. She turned the oven to warm and put the aluminum containers inside. She set the table, lit some candles here and there and was headed to her room to change when the buzzer rang.
Liv buzzed Casey in and decided she didn't have enough time to change before she got to the door so she waited.
Casey was about to knock when Liv opened the door. "Hey, beautiful." Liv's eyes were met with a sight to behold. Casey's hair hung softly around her face. She wore a spring sweater in a shade of green that matched her eyes and beige chinos that fit her well. She held a bottle of wine.
"Hey, yourself." Casey loved watching Liv look at her. She bit her bottom lip and did some looking herself. That burgundy button down that she loved was unbuttoned a bit more than she'd remembered earlier in the day. She could see the edge of the white tank top under it that she knew clung to Liv's full breasts. The tails of the shirts disappeared in her snug black slacks that were accented by a black belt with a silver buckle. Casey noticed her detective hadn't even removed her weapon...she was dressed as though she'd just gotten home. "Can I come in?"
Liv nodded. "Especially since what I have planned isn't legal in the hall." She stepped aside and let Casey enter.
"Oh really? Is that why you're still armed and prepared to cuff me?" Casey captured her lips as she slid past her and closed the door.
Liv's right hand fell to her sidearm. "Shit. I never..."
Casey's hand covered hers over the cold steel of the Glock. "S'ok. Just kiss me."
Liv obeyed and pressed her lips to Casey's. Casey mouth was soft and eager and Liv melted in to the kiss. She curled her fingers behind Casey's neck and pulled her closer. The other hand skimmed down her back and came to rest on her hip.
Casey moved to deepen the kiss by tracing Liv's lips with the tip of her tongue. The lips parted and she was welcomed inside. Tongues brushed against each other as Casey's hands worked down Liv's back to her belt. She unsnapped the cuff case as Liv moaned in to her mouth.
Liv focused on soundly kissing the woman she loved. Her fingers had worked their way up from her hip to under the hem of her sweater. That's when she felt the holster for her weapon unsnap. "Casey? Let me get it."
Casey conceded on that point, but had unsnapped Liv's badge and had it in her hands. Her green eyes flashed dangerously as she pulled back slightly, put the leather badge holster in her mouth and went to work on Liv's buckle. She worked the belt out of its loops. It fell to the floor at their feet. Casey stepped back, Liv's badge still hanging in her teeth.
Liv was breathing hard as she placed her weapon on the side table in the hall. "You're killing me."
Casey's tongue could taste the musky, salty leather of the holster. She took the shield from her mouth and kissed it wetly, making sure Olivia was watching as her tongue traced the letters and numbers. Casey finally placed the badge on the table with the other items and grinned at Liv.
"Badge bunny!" Liv teased. "Did you want me to leave the two of you alone?"
Casey shook her head. "No. What I want is you." She grabbed Liv by the shirt collar and pulled her to her firmly. "Really, really badly, Liv." She buried her face in Liv's neck and inhaled deeply the scent that was so distinctly Olivia. Deep rich musk, the ghost of her perfume and the hint of leather from her jacket...the smells that meant Olivia was in a room.
"God, Case, sweetheart...me too. So, much...for so long." Liv buried her face in the soft red hair that smelled of honeysuckle and faintly of vanilla. "I think dinner can wait." She kissed her head and grabbed her hand. Walking slowly backwards she held Casey's gaze as she led them to the bedroom.
Casey stopped them just outside the door. "Are you sure, Liv? If you need to wait, I can wait." Casey's eyes though dark with passion also held concern and if she had to, she could stop for Liv.
Liv's eyes were the color of strong coffee. "I've never, ever been more sure of anything in my life." She brought Casey's hand to the button of her pants. She saw fire flash behind the pools of forest green as fingers slipped the button out of the hole. "Make love to me, Casey Novak. Please."
Casey felt her insides turn to flame and slowly liquefy. The request was one she'd previously heard only in her dreams. "Oh Liv...yes." She undid the zipper of Liv's pants and reached inside. Her fingers curled around the shirt hems and her fingertips brushed against the heated skin underneath causing Liv to inhale sharply. She untucked the shirts and backed Liv in to the bedroom. "You wear too many shirts."
Liv chuckled, but the chuckle was low and throaty. "Is that so?"
"Uh huh. You're dressed for a victory in strip poker...not a night with your girlfriend." She growled as she unbuttoned the burgundy button down.
"I...was running late. I...was about to change...when...uh...my doorbell rang." Liv was incredibly distracted by the hands running up her sides underneath her shirt and coming to rest on her shoulders.
"Excuses." Casey leaned forward and sunk her teeth in to the side of Liv's neck. She nipped just hard enough to cause Liv to yelp.
When Liv came back to her senses, her shirts were on the floor. "You're good."
"I have many skills." She set about laving the area she had just bitten.
"Lucky me." That might have been the last clearly intelligible thing Olivia Benson uttered in the next half hour.
Casey did indeed have many skills and by the time Olivia was naked and writhing beneath her, Liv had no doubt. She couldn't fathom if the sounds she heard herself making were a result of Casey's mouth which stayed focused on applying the right mixture of bites, nips, kisses and licks to her head and neck or her left hand which had teased her dusky nipples to inconceivably hard peaks or her right hand which was slowly, steadily, skillfully, rhythmically coaxing a mind-blowing orgasm out of her very core. Liv had one hand tangled in the soft red locks of Casey's hair and the other tightly gripped her forearm.
Casey felt strong muscles begin to contract around her fingers. She brought her mouth the Liv's ear and whispered. "Yes, baby. That's it. For me...please."
Hearing Casey's voice...that lovely, raspy voice, huskier than usual with desire, Liv could not deny her if she tried. Her body bucked and shook wildly, muscles contracted and relaxed over and over. The magical sounds of Olivia's orgasm filled Casey's ears sweeter than any music ever could.
The next thing Liv remembered after a feeling of spiraling out of control, and then falling was being wrapped securely in soft warmth. Casey's hands gently stroked her back on either side of her spine. Her face was nuzzled in between Casey's breasts. Her body, still struggling to even out it's breath, was coated with a sheen of sweat. "Amazing." She finally breathed out after several minutes.
Casey hummed appreciatively. She kissed the top of Liv's sweaty head. "You certainly seemed to enjoy it."
"Enjoy it? If I could move any of my muscles, I'd look at you indignantly right now. You enjoy a cup of coffee or a meal at a restaurant...or a good movie." Liv spoke in to Casey's chest and it tickled Casey a little. "No ma'am. I did not 'enjoy' that. That was a phenomenal, mind-blowing, out-of-body experience like no other I've had."
"Is that all?" Casey poked her ribs teasingly.
"I don't like you any more." Liv tried to move but failed.
"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago. I forget exactly how many deities you invoked." Casey hugged her tightly. "Who knew you were a screamer?"
"Nobody." Liv mumbled.
"I find that impossible to believe. At the very least your next door neighbors must..." Casey was surprised when Liv was able to lift her head and silence her with a kiss.
"I don't scream when I'm...uh...having special alone time." Liv flushed.
"And you've NEVER entertained another partner in this bed?" Casey questioned.
"I didn't say that." Liv rolled over on to her back with marked effort and snuggled back in next to Casey.
"Then what are you saying exactly?" Casey knew where this was headed but loved the flush rising on her lover's cheeks.
"I've never screamed with another partner before. No one made me..." She paused trying to find the words. "I've never felt like that for that long...God." Her body shivered as the sense memory returned with a vengeance.
"You're good for a girl's ego." She ran her fingertips up and down Liv's well-defined arm and shoulder.
"I speak only the truth." Liv placed a soft kiss on the top of Casey's chest. "And if you give me another few hours or so, I'll have recovered enough to repay you."
Casey growled. "So much for the allure of the older woman!"
"When I can properly move again...you're in big, big trouble, Novak." Liv now used her teeth on the flesh she could easily reach.
"Promises, promises." Casey was enjoying the moment when they heard pounding on the front door. "Expecting company?"
Liv's brow knit in concern. "No. What the hell?" Liv waited to hear if the pounding continued.
"NYPD! Open up, please ma'am." A voice boomed.
"If that's Elliot I will beat him to death with my bare hands." She scurried out of the room gathering her nightshirt from a hook on the back of the bedroom door.
"Just a second, please!" Liv screamed as she pulled the shirt on. She looked out the peephole and sighed. She opened the door to two uniformed officers standing in the hall. "Good evening, officers. What can I do for you?"
"I'm Officer Evans and this is my partner, Officer Rawels. We had a complaint, ma'am. Your neighbor reported hearing a woman screaming. Is everything alright?"
Liv turned six shades of red and closed her eyes. "Yes, officers. I'm a detective. Olivia Benson, Manhattan SVU. I assure you everything is fine. I was just, uh, entertaining a guest." She ran her hand through what she knew was wildly messed up hair. "I know you have to come in and observe, so, please..." She allowed the officers to enter. She gestured to the hall table where her badge and weapon were sitting.
"Thank you. We'll be brief, detective." Officer Rawels said. "Which of us would you rather spoke with your 'guest'?"
Liv looked down, and then met the hazel eyes of the female officer. "Ah, that would be you." The uniform officer nodded. "Second door on your left."
The officer rapped politely on the bedroom door. "NYPD. May I come in?"
"Yes." Casey said with much annoyance in her voice and the bed sheet pulled up around her.
"Sorry to disturb, ma'am. I'm Officer Rawels. We had a, uh, noise complaint."
Casey's pale skin flushed deep crimson and the blush disappeared underneath the bed sheet covering her delicate sensibilities. "I see."
"Is everything alright here?"
"Well, it was until there was a very unromantic pounding on my girlfriend's door." Casey offered a half-smile to her biting remark. "I'm ADA Casey Novak. Everything is fine here, but your discretion would be much appreciated, Officer."
"Of course. We don't need to name names in our report. Only that we got an all clear. I'm really sorry to have disturbed your evening." She placed a hand on the doorknob, paused and offered. "My girlfriend and I usually play the stereo to, uh, offer some interference." She added with a wink. "Have a good night, Ms. Novak."
"Thank you, Officer." Casey smiled and nodded at the "sister" in blue.
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