The Barson Daily prompt of the week from Tumblr: Wicked
His phone rang as he walked through his front door. He didn't even glance at the screen as he answered.
"Barba".
"Oh now come on, Rafa…" he smiled, leaning against his door frame.
"Well, good evening Lieutenant. Can I help you with something?"
"That's a wicked question, Counselor."
"And you slipped in front of the squad today."
"Did I?"
He shook his head, wishing he could see the smirk he knew was on her face right now. "Why, Olivia… whatever am I going to do with you?"
"Why don't you come over so we can talk more about it? I got your favorite scotch on my way home and I just put Noah in bed."
"Give me ten minutes to change and I'm on my way."
"Don't bother changing. I think we both know what's going to happen to your clothes when you get here."
He pulled the door shut behind him, moving quickly toward the elevator.
"You sure are in a saucy mood tonight."
"Apparently you saying something ridiculous like 'yummy' is a crazy turn on for me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."
"I'll be there in 15 minutes."
"I'll be waiting."