Author: HaughtyHippogriff
Rating: M
Word Count: 300
thebarsondaily prompt: hug
Note: You guys...I think this is the end of the line for this particular plotline in the drabble series. *ducks things being thrown at her* I'm awful at endings. But I promise to keep writing other Barson drabbles!

From the previous drabble for 'midnight'...

"Might as well make things completely awkward between us," he explained, placing one hand on her neck and pulling her lips to his.

Olivia angled her head and kissed him back. This was why she had come over, wasn't it?

Rafael pressed his advantage, pulling her closer to him and dominating her mouth with his own. Their tongues dueled and Olivia almost laughed, thinking about how often they'd verbally flayed each other instead. Then his hands slid to her hips and the impulse to laugh was replaced by the need to feel him everywhere. Olivia wrapped her arms around him and fell backwards, taking him with her.

She stroked her hands over his back, to the nape of his neck, around to his chest—everywhere she could reach. Rafael growled and trailed his mouth down her neck to bury his face between her breasts. He began to unbutton her blouse, then stopped. "Is this alright?" he panted.

"If you stop now, I really will throw you on the ground and arrest you," she replied. He smiled that wolfish grin of his and she melted. Then he surprised her by wrapping her up in a tight squeeze and resting his forehead against hers.

"You aren't doing this with every ADA that comes through your unit, are you?" he joked, but Olivia could hear the vulnerability in his tone.

"I don't usually end up in a horizontal hug with any of my other friends, no," Olivia said drily.

To her amusement, Rafael pouted. "Not even Alex Cabot?" He sighed dramatically. "There goes one of my favorite fantasies."

Olivia punched him lightly on the shoulder. "If you're nice, I'll tell you about the time we got caught under mistletoe together. But right now? My shirt isn't going to unbutton itself."

"I'm so thankful you overheard me at the bar," he muttered, hurrying to help her out of her clothes. Olivia was glad of it as well.