The soft kiss grew more passionate, until Olivia pulled Casey over to the couch and down on top of her. "Olivia," Casey whimpered as Olivia bit into her neck.
"Yeah?" Olivia asked, moving her hands to the buttons of Casey's suit jacket.
"Not to ruin the moment, but the door is open. The blinds too."
Instead of answering, Olivia stood up and locked the door. After closing the blinds, she returned and looked down at Casey, who was laying on her back. "Well, someone's being a naughty girl," Olivia remarked with a smirk. "Every action has a consequence, sweetheart."
"I know," Casey replied, grinning.
Olivia just shook her head. She quickly got on top of the redhead, pinning her to the couch. "Behave yourself, or I will cuff you. Got it?" she demanded. Casey nodded mutely, torn between wanting to obey orders and wondering if Olivia would really handcuff her.
Olivia began trailing soft kisses down Casey's neck, eliciting a quiet purr from the younger woman. Using her body, Olivia kept Casey pinned firmly against the couch, simultaneously undoing the buttons of Casey's jacket. "Wait," Casey whispered.
"What's wrong?"
"Gun," Casey replied. She watched as Olivia removed her gun from her belt and sat it on the end table. "Better," she answered in response to the detective's questioning look. Casey's two greatest fears were of fire and guns. Guns made her extremely nervous, and she didn't want to take chances. She wrapped her arms around Olivia's neck and resumed the kiss.
Olivia finished with the buttons and pulled off the jacket, tossing it to the floor. Next came Casey's silky blouse. As she unclasped the attorney's bra, and it, too fell to the floor, Olivia took a few moments to admire Casey's now bare top half. Taking Casey's left breast into her mouth, she gently twirled her tongue across the nipple until it hardened. Casey let out a series of quiet moans. Olivia bit down, then switched to the other breast. While her mouth was occupied, her hands worked unzipping Casey's skirt, removing her nylons and panties, and dropping them on top of the redhead's other clothes.
Trailing her fingertips across Casey's pale skin, Olivia clawed at her stomach, making Casey moan much louder than she meant to. "I know of a certain ADA who gets worked up quickly," Olivia growled. Her fingers moved slowly down Casey's body, and before she knew it, Casey felt the brunette pushing her thighs apart. Suddenly, and without warning, Olivia slid two fingers into her, making Casey cry out in surprise. She knew it wouldn't be long before she completely lost it.
Casey arched her body as Olivia moved deeper into her. She was moaning, whimpering, and gasping for air. With every breath she took, Casey knew she was climbing closer and closer to the edge. One thing had become clear to her since that first night they shared together: Olivia Benson did not waste any time in the bedroom. Using her free hand, Olivia reached up and began massaging Casey's breasts. Casey's moans were growing steadily louder, and in an effort to keep her quiet, Olivia stuck her tongue down her throat. Curling her fingers forward, she whispered "Show me how much you love what I do to you."
Feeling Olivia curl her fingers once more, Casey cried out, whimpering as her orgasm took control of her body. Olivia was still attempting to keep her quiet by kissing her, but Casey wondered if it was doing any good. After many moments, she collapsed against the sofa, closing her eyes. She felt Olivia's gently kiss on her lips and moaned quietly. "That's a hell of an apology, Detective," Casey murmured.
"I love you," Olivia replied, kissing her again. "You're amazing, you know that?"
Casey yawned, stretching as much as she could underneath the brunette. "And you…are the best…girlfriend in the…world," she mumbled between yawns.
Olivia grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch. Unfolding it, she laid down next to Casey, pulling her into her arms. She kissed Casey's forehead, smiling softly as Casey laid her head on her chest. Within minutes, Casey was sound asleep in her arms.