drabble; trust
pairing: rafael barba/olivia benson
word count: 300 words
note: weekly prompt from thebarsondaily on tumblr
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Liv opens her eyes to weak sunlight streaming in through her blinds, and is face to face with a sleeping Barba. She's pressed close against him, and she feels a rush of heat overcoming her as she remembers the events of the previous night.
The arm around her waist tightens almost possessively, as he opens his eyes and looks at her sleepily. "Good morning."
"Morning," she whispers back. Her heart skips a beat as she gradually realises that she had slept with her best friend. The complications, the repercussions, where to go from here…her thoughts are all jumbled up, racing madly through her head.
"Liv, I can hear you thinking."
She laughs awkwardly, and sits up, easing his arm off her. "Urm…look…I'm going to go…"
He sits up as well, and grabs her arm. "Liv." His tone is calm, but his meaning is clear. Talk to me.
She looks down, and fidgets. "I'm scared," she confesses.
"Of?"
"If this doesn't work, I'll lose you, even as my best friend."
"And what makes you think this wouldn't work?" He asks carefully.
"I'll mess up. Or you'll mess up. Or we'll both fuck it up at the same time," she says, her tone frank.
He gives a short bark of laughter, and she glares at him. "I'm serious, Rafael. What if we crash and burn?"
He stops laughing, and looks at her seriously. "So what? You want to pretend this never happened?"
She avoids his eyes, and avoids answering his question directly. "I have too much to lose. Because I can't lose you."
He rests his hand on her cheek, turning her to face him, looking at her straight in the eye. "Liv, do you trust me?"
"You know I do."
"Then jump. You know that I'll never, ever let you fall."
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