drabble; anger
pairing: rafael barba/olivia benson
word count: 300 words
note: weekly prompt from thebarsondaily [tumblr]
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Barba makes her so angry sometimes. Furious, even. His arrogance. His refusal to listen. His tendency to get all political. His ability to get a rise out of her.
But Liv knows she does the same to him. She gets him angry, too. And he would say the same. Her arrogance. Her stubbornness. Her persistence in bringing him weak cases. Her ability to get under his skin and just stay there.
Right now, they're circling each other warily, neither of them willing to give in. As she watches him, the corner of his mouth lifted into that smug, infuriating smirk that she knows so well. He stands up, and lean towards her, never breaking their eye contact.
"Save it, Liv. You know you don't have enough."
"I'm not leaving your office until you get me that warrant."
"Feel free to continue standing around then," he says, adjusting his tie, retrieving his suit jacket as he glides past her. "I unfortunately have court to attend to."
Liv lets out a frustrated growl, and in one swift movement, she grabs him by his tie, dragging him towards her, claiming his lips in a hot, demanding, open-mouthed kiss. His arms go up around her back as he pulls her closer to him, matching her in her aggression.
She pulls back first, panting, hands still maintaining a grip on his tie. He arches an eyebrow at her. "Is this your way of telling me you're leaving it?"
"No, this is my way of telling you that if I don't kiss you, I'd end up punching you instead. But about that warrant…"
He smirks, detangling her fingers from his tie. "The answer is still no."
She shoots daggers at his back as he leaves. She'll get her own back.
He's sleeping on the couch tonight.
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