Here's a Livid OWOS, "Weekend". It's kind of self explanatory, it picks up after the kiss in Olivia's kitchen in "Hunting Ground". Also, before I allow you to have fun and read, I have one request, I don't mind you guys making requests but PLEASE, I beg of you, make the request ONCE. Please don't make the same request over and over again. It's not going to get it written any faster. If anything it's going to take me longer. So, make the request once, and I PROMISE I will get to it. I don't go in order with words or requests. I go based on muse and what I feel like writing. So, there's that. Without further ado, here's "Weekend".

Olivia stood in her kitchen holding all the take out menus she had in her apartment. It was Friday night and she and David just got back to her place after going out to see a movie. "See anything you like?" she asked, feeling him move closer.

"Yeah, I do," he said gently, taking a step closer to her, resting his hand on her back to bring her closer. He went to close the gap between them only to have her turn her head, resting cheek to cheek with him.

"Is that what you meant by taking it slow and taking the pressure off?" she asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

He looked at her, inquisitively. "What's wrong?" he asked, resting a hand on her arm.

She shook her head and moved back, leaning against the counter. "Nothin's wrong, I'm… It's—" she closed her eyes and shook her head again.

He moved closer to her again. "Listen to me, I understand that this is really hard for you," he said with a nod, looking in her eyes, scanning her face. "But I can handle it; I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

She lifted her eyes to meet his and a smile tugged at her lips. "Okay."

"So come here," he said gently, opening his arms a little for her. She pushed herself off the counter and looked over him, into his eyes, and then to his lips before kissing him gently. They broke the kiss after a moment for only a second to glance back into each other's eyes. Their lips met again and they wrapped each other in their arms as they kissed.

Olivia let out a soft moan and she gently broke the kiss. "Wow," she bit her bottom lip and smiled.

"Good?"

She nodded. "You should do that again," she whispered. She felt his lips back on hers and she moved closer to him, pressing her body against his. It was rare that a simple kiss could spark such a fire in her. She smiled against his lips and turned him and led him through her living room to her couch. She broke the kiss and looked up at him, sitting down. "I like it," she winked.

He sat next to her and rested his hand on her knee, running slowly up to her thigh squeezing gently. "I like it, too," he whispered looking at her. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his lips finding her pulse point on her neck, kissing, suckling, biting gently.

She rested her hand on the back of his head and closed her eyes. "Oh," she moaned.

He smiled and kissed up to her ear. "Did I find a spot?" he asked gently.

She giggled and looked into his eyes. "You did. You, uh… you want to see if you can find more? We have all weekend." As she spoke a mischievous grin spread across her face.

He grinned and leaned in and kissed her again. She rested her hand on his cheek and maneuvered them so she was straddling them. She broke the kiss and took a deep breath. "You good?"

She grinned, rubbing their noses together. "Perfect," she whispered. "We really should order that food before we get too far into this. Something tells me we're going to need our energy," she whispered.

He ran his hands up her back, looking up at her. "You're a tease, aren't you?"

She shrugged. "I always deliver in the end though," she whispered in his ear.

He grinned and looked up at her, his hands resting on her ass. "We better do that soon. I don't think I can resist you much longer."

She grinned and climbed off of him, her lips lingering on his for a moment longer. "Come on," she whispered.

They walked back into the kitchen and ordered their food. They stood in each other's arms stealing kisses and teasing each other. When the knock came at the door David walked over to the door and answered paying for dinner. When he brought the food back in she bit her bottom lip and grinned. "What?" he asked with a smile.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Do what?"

"Pay for the food. You're such a gentleman. And they say chivalry's dead." She grinned and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around him. "I think that earned you a kiss."

"Oh it did, did it?"

"Mm," she bit her bottom lip and pressed her body against his and kissed him passionately. She let out a small moan, and gently bit on his bottom lip. "Maybe more than just a kiss," she mumbled against his lips.

He pushed her back against the counter, and lifted her up, setting her down. "You done teasing?" he whispered, kissing her neck.

She gasped and closed her eyes, tilting her head. She nodded. "Yeah," she whispered back. "God, David I need you."

He gripped her thighs, running his fingers up to rub her clit through her pants. "I want you, I want to feel you, I need you."

She moaned and let her head fall back. "Oh, baby please," she whimpered. He took her hand and helped her off the counter and she led him into the bedroom. They quickly shed each other of their clothes and just looked at each other, their fingers exploring their lover's body. She looked up at him and smiled. "You're incredible," she whispered.

He smiled and kissed her lips, picking her up, feeling her legs wrap around his waist. "So are you," he whispered. He looked up into her eyes as he carried her over to her bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her. He kissed her passionately and pushed two fingers inside of her. "Oh you're so wet," he whispered.

She moaned and arched her back. "Oooh, David," she gasped looking into his eyes, her hips moving into his hand.

He grinned and kissed her neck and down her body, until his lips came to meet his fingers. She immediately shot up, pulling him back to her lips. "What's wrong?" he murmured against her lips.

She looked into his eyes. "You don't have to do that, baby," she whispered, running her hands down his back. "I don't need it."

He looked at her. "Baby talk to me."

"I—" she shook her head. "I can't," she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I can't do that for you," she whispered, looking away from him, fighting her tears.

He rolled to the side of her and held her close. "Baby, listen to me. I don't care about that."

She couldn't look in his eyes. She shook her head. "It's not fair to you," she whispered. She felt the tears start to fall. "Damn it," she spoke softly, hoping he wouldn't hear.

He lifted her head and looked at her, seeing the tears. "Hey, baby please, tell me what's bothering you."

She sat up and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "A couple years ago, I was undercover," she whispered. He sat up and wrapped her in his arms, whispering soft words of support and encouragement. She rested her hand on his, looking at the bed. "I was in a correctional facility as an inmate. I kind of started a riot," she said with a small smirk on her face.

"You? A riot? No," he teased and kissed her cheek gently.

"They told me I was going to the hole. The CO we were investigating brought me to the basement, there was a—a dirty old mattress on the floor. He threw me on it, I fought. God I fought so hard," she whispered, closing her eyes. "I managed to get free from him and run, he caught me, hit me some more and cuffed me to a door. He unzipped his pants," she started to shake, crying harder. "He—" she shook her head and curled into him, crying into his chest.

He held her tighter. "It's okay, I got you," he whispered, laying back, and covering them with the blankets.

"That's why I can't," she said softly, her head on his chest, gently making small circles with her fingers.

"And that's okay. Baby, any man who expects you to return the favor of oral sex because he gives it to you, isn't doing it for the right reasons." He whispered into her hair. "I just want to do that to give you as much pleasure as I can in as many ways as I can. Okay?"

She nodded and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry I killed the mood. I just—"

"Hey, none of that," he whispered and kissed her gently. "How about we go have some dinner and let things go where they go from there?"

Olivia smiled and looked up at him. "How are you even real?" she asked gently, kissing his chest and then his lips. She stood up and picked up his shirt, shrugging into it and buttoning it, leaving the top few buttons open.

"I think you look better in my shirt than I do," he smirked, slipping into his boxers.

She grinned and stood on her tip toes, gently taking her earlobe between her teeth. "You get to take it off me later," she whispered. She took his hand and led him back out. She giggled when she heard him groan.

They reheated their food and sat on the couch to eat. Olivia looked at him and he smiled. "Hey, come here," he whispered, taking a piece of spaghetti, holding it up for her to take one end. She tilted her head and opened her mouth taking the pasta into her mouth, seeing him do the same. They ate along the pasta until their lips met. Their kiss quickly turned passionate, they only broke it so they could set their plates on the table. They went right back to kissing.

She ran her tongue over his lips, begging for access to his mouth. He opened his mouth to her and they allowed their tongues to dance. She straddled him and rested her hands on either side of his face. His hands gripped her hips and she started grinding into him. She moaned and broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his. "Fuck me," she whispered, her chest heaving.

He lifted his hips, pushing his boxers down and his hands moved back to her hips. "You ready?"

She took his hand and led it to her soaked center. She gasped at his touch. "What do you think?"

He groaned and started to rub her clit, guiding her onto his dick in the process. She threw her head back and moaned. He seethed. "Oh God," He moved his hand up, unbuttoning the shirt, letting it fall open, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking as she started to ride him.

She moaned and held his head to her breast as she rode him. "Oh, David!" she arched her back. "You feel so good."

He let go of her nipple and moaned, moving his hips with hers. "Liv!"

She smirked. "You like how my pussy feels on your dick," she asked in a moan and fell forward, kissing his neck, biting on the skin and sucking gently.

"Oh, fuck baby!" He rested his head on the back of her couch. She rested her hands on either side of his head as she moved harder and faster, her orgasm building. "That's it baby," he whispered. "Oh, fuck me good."

Olivia whimpered and let out a small scream of pleasure. "Oh, fuck! I'm gonna come, baby please, come with me," she pleaded in his ear, just above a whisper.

He groaned and gripped her hips tighter. "Shit," he seethed, releasing inside of her, feeling her clamp down on him as her orgasm ripped through her, screaming louder. "Yeah, let that wash over you baby." He watched her ride out her orgasm and he groaned, his head falling back. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered.

When she finished she collapsed onto his chest, gasping for air. "Oh David, oh, baby that was amazing," she whispered and giggled, her tongue running over the skin on his chest, nipping at it gently.

He ran his hands over her back. "You are amazing. You're a little minx huh?"

She giggled and moved her lips to his ear. "I told you I always deliver," she gently nipped at his lip.

He smirked. "You sure do." He looked at her and took a deep breath, going to say something, but closing his mouth.

"What?" she asked gently, her fingers running over his chest.

"When was the last time someone made love to you? Truly worshipped and cherished you, the way you deserve?"

She opened her mouth and looked away shaking her head with a shrug. "Never," she said softly. So softly she wasn't sure he would hear. She barely heard it herself.

"N—never? Olivia," he said softly, caressing her face.

This man had the hearing of a dog. "Look, it's not that big of a deal. I get just as much out of fucking as a man does," she insisted.

"It is that big of a deal," he said softly. "You deserve the world; you deserve to be treated like a queen, not a sex toy."

She felt the tears well up in her eyes. "Can we not talk about this?" she asked softly, biting her bottom lip and fighting the tears.

"Who?"

She looked into his eyes. "My mom," she whispered, knowing what he was asking. "I grew up hearing I was worthless, unlovable. That any man that was with me just wanted in my pants, and when I did lose my virginity I was told I was whore, I'd only ever be a fuck toy."

He looked at her. "Let me take the time to show you how wrong your mother was. Let me take the time to treat you like the queen you are," he whispered.

She smiled gently. She shook her head. "I—I don't deserve that. I'm just… Me."

He kissed her softly. "You deserve to be worshipped, Olivia," he whispered against her lips. "I want you to see that you're so much more than a sex toy. That you are lovable, and that being you is incredible, and it's more than enough. And it makes you more than worthy of all the love in the entire world."

She felt a tear slip from her eye. "You really think so?"

"We have the rest of the weekend, let me prove it to you."

She wiped her eyes and smiled and nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. "Show me."

A/N: Thanks for reading, please review here or on Twitter, UnbrokenBarista. If you have any requests feel free to leave them in the reviews (words, pairings, etc.) but again, PLEASE, only leave requests once, don't repeat them over and over.