drabble; prompt: close call
pairing: rafael barba/olivia benson
word count: 300 words
prompt from thebarsondaily [tumblr]
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It's not like they want to keep it a secret on purpose. But the relationship is still so new and every single thing seems to be an exciting discovery about each other (Liv likes to align her toothbrush and toothpaste side by side, Barba puts his together in a drinking glass, on the left side of the sink). And therefore they really don't feel like sharing it with the rest of the world.
Unfortunately, they are also at that stage where it's very hard to keep their hands off each other, and that's proving to be a challenge when they see each other all the time at work. They'd always managed though, being the professionals they are.
There had been a couple of close calls. Once, when Liv pulled her organiser out of Barba's briefcase (they had woken up late and there was a mad dash to get to work where they just threw everything together) but that was easily explained by the way of Barba holding onto Liv's organiser for her as they were getting their morning coffee.
Or the time where Carisi and Rollins strolled out of the courthouse to see Barba and Liv standing on the steps, with Barba leaning in towards their Lieutenant – almost like he was going to kiss her. But then they heard him say something incredibly snarky, so the kissing thing must've been an illusion.
But with that many close calls, there's bound to be an eventual slip up, and it happens one fine day during a routine briefing about a case, when Liv absent-mindedly reaches out and adjusts Barba's slightly crooked tie.
There's a silence as everyone stares at them, with Liv's hand still on Barba's tie. She quickly draws her hand back, flushing, as Rollins crows with laughter.
"I win, suckers!"
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