"Ow. Ouch. Owie," Casey said as she hopped across the rocks in the driveway.
Olivia unlocked the front door and watched her as a smirk formed upon her lips. "I really don't know how you managed to break your heel," she said as Casey finally arrived at her side. She held up Casey's broken shoe as if displaying evidence.
Shrugging, Casey entered the house, switching on the light in the foyer. She hung her coat up and examined the bottoms of her feet, not surprised to see tiny holes in her nylons. "I don't know either." As they entered the kitchen, she took her shoes from Olivia and threw them away, sighing sadly as she did so. They were one of her favorite pairs. Just as she turned around, she was pulled into a passionate kiss, and quickly pinned against the counter. "Olivia," Casey moaned against her, desperately fighting the urge to bite down. That would put her in a lot of trouble. Then again…was that really such a bad thing?
Instead of answering, Olivia pushed her up onto the counter, shoving her tongue deeper into her mouth. Ever so gently running her fingertips up the redhead's legs, Olivia paused at the hem of her dress. Then she pushed it up until she could reach Casey's inner thighs. "Now what was it you wanted to say?" she asked in the husky tone that always accompanied her in interrogation. She moved her lips to Casey's neck and sunk her teeth in as hard as she could, making Casey whimper much more loudly than she intended to. Olivia growled softly.
Casey knew she had to ask before things went any further. She knew she was taking a chance in ruining the moment, which she certainly did not want to do. But she had to know, although she didn't know why. "Olivia," she said, gently pushing Olivia's hand off of her breast. "I want to ask you something, and all I ask is that you don't get upset." Casey paused for a moment, unsure how to phrase what she needed to know. "Um…it may not seem like something that really matters that much, but does Alex find it hot when you're like this too?"
"What brought that up?" Olivia asked.
Casey shrugged. "I don't know, it's just something I wondered about."
Olivia was silent before answering, and during the silence, Casey felt a knot form in her stomach from the fear that the older woman would be mad. Instead, however, Olivia took her hand and squeezed gently. "You and Alex are very different, Casey. You're like a little kitten: fun, submissive, and playful. Alex, on the other hand, is like a jungle cat: domineering, controlling, and kinky. And because of that, she prefers to be the one in control. Does that answer your question?"
Casey smiled and nodded, relieved that Olivia hadn't so much as raised her voice. "It makes sense," she replied, returning Olivia's second squeeze of her hand.
"Now where were we?" Olivia asked with a seductive wink.
Casey caught on quickly. "Oh, I don't know," she murmured, feigning innocence. "See, I entered the kitchen with my wife, and then…well darn. It's all a blank after that, Detective."
"I suppose I'll have to refresh your memory," Olivia remarked. Pulling Casey down from the counter, she picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, using her foot to kick the door shut. Tossing Casey onto the bed, Olivia stood there for a moment, looking down at the young attorney. "I'll be right back. Stay here," the brunette ordered, leaving the room once more. Several minutes later, she returned with her hands behind her back. "Close your eyes."
Casey looked at her curiously. "Why?"
"You'll see. Close your ideas," Olivia repeated.
"Olivia-"
"Now."
Casey rolled her eyes before closing them. She had little time to wonder what the detective was up to, because within seconds she felt cold steel on her wrists. Opening her eyes, she looked at the gleaming silver handcuffs Olivia had placed on her. She quickly noticed her wife's smirk. "I can't believe I fell for that AGAIN," she mock complained.
"That's what you say every time. Then, of course, it soon turns into 'Oh God, Olivia. Don't stop. God that feels so good.'"
"Not this time," Casey replied, although she knew she would be proven wrong. Being quiet while Olivia Benson made love to you was like reading a book with blank pages. However, even though Casey knew full well that she would be reduced to begging, she always tried to win the argument, however futile her attempts turned out to be.
Olivia shook her head, climbing on top of her. "You know you love it," she murmured, brushing her lips across the attorney's collarbone. She slowly removed every stitch of clothing Casey had on, then her own, until they were both fully naked. Casey gasped inaudibly as the brunette's mouth came into contact with her breast, and as Olivia's tongue swirled across each nipple until they were rock hard, Casey desperately wished she could at least dig her nails into the sheets. And as Olivia's hands roamed across her body while her tongue continued its assault of her breasts, the younger woman fought with everything she had not to whimper her name. "Someone's being especially stubborn tonight," Olivia mumbled, barely moving her tongue from Casey's nipple. "Not for long though."
Casey bit down on her own bottom lip as Olivia's tongue trailed down her body, quickly reaching its destination. "I won't," she murmured. "I'll win." But, to her dismay, she knew her argument was already weakening.
Olivia merely growled in response, inserting two fingers inside her while she alternated her tongue's movements on Casey's clit. She switched rapidly between biting, licking, and sucking, which made Casey shut her eyes tightly. The handcuffs really were complicating things, and it occurred to Casey that Olivia had cuffed her for precisely that reason. Olivia persisted, sucking harder as she moved her fingers deeply inside Casey. "Baby, you're so wet," she whispered. With her free hand, she massaged Casey's breasts so hard it almost hurt. Her tongue resumed its torture of Casey's clit, this time swirling in tiny circles.
"Oh my god," Casey whimpered, too worked up to realize she had just lost the bet. "I give up….don't stop, Olivia," she moaned, arching her body into Olivia's touch. Feeling Olivia's fingers curl inside her at the exact same time the detective sunk her teeth into her clit, Casey gave in, letting her orgasm take full control of her body. After several moments, she collapsed on the bed, panting as she tried to regain her breath. "I'll win next time," she murmured.
Olivia grabbed the key and unlocked the handcuffs. "Whatever you say," she whispered, placing a soft kiss on the redhead's lips. As she laid down next to Casey, the ADA snuggled close to her, laying her head on her chest. Olivia wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly. "It never fails to fascinate me how loud you are."
Casey's normally pale skin flushed deep red. "It's your fault," she mumbled.
"I know," Olivia said quietly, kissing the top of her head. "I know."
