Waking up on Friday, he glanced over at Olivia and just starred. She was absolutely gorgeous and looked so peaceful. The sent of her shampoo flooded his nose. Filled with want, he leaned over and woke Olivia up with a gentle kiss.
She eyes fluttered open and she smiled, deepening the kiss immediately. Running her hand between his legs, teasing him. He'd already been hard when he kissed her.
"Liv." It came out as a murmer. He deepened the kiss again, sliding a hand under her night shirt, and she gently repositioned him on his back before moving to take off his boxers. He pushed himself up, letting her pull them down and off his legs, throwing them on the floor beside their bed.
They fooled around for a couple minutes, both now fully undressed, and he just looked up at her, smiling down at him, gently stroking him and rubbing her thumb over his smooth head. His hips jerked, and his wife just kept smiling down at him.
He let out a moan as she kissed him. She was way too good at playing the teasing game when she wanted to. "Liv, please -"
She kissed his neck this time. "How about we move this to the shower."
"That sounds like a very good idea," he said as she let him get up, grabbing her ass he got up. He pulled her in for another kiss. "You're so beautiful. Tan hermosa."
She smiled, amused. "Well, you certainly are trouble this morning."
He smirked, grabbing her by the hand to lead her to the bathroom. "Only because you keep teasing me."
She laughed. "I want to have some fun first."
Once in the shower she started making out with him again, teasing him. His knees buckled a couple of times. She looked him over. He was even more flushed than she was. His hands were roaming and the ministrations felt so good. She arched her back, pushing herself onto his tongue... Rafael moaned hungrily. "More."
She lined him up, and started riding him, enjoying the whimpers of pleasure that immediately followed. "¡Cógeme, Mamá!" he gasped, not even registering he was slipping into his first language. (Fuck, Mamá!)
He was intent on tasting every part of her, and Olivia couldn't stop the way he rutted against the him, hands gripping his solid hips.
She paused, repositioning his hands, causing him to make a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. He tried to quicken the pace, but she moved deliberately. He was very quickly becoming unraveled, his whole body burning with need. She'd wrestled control away, and he was simply hanging on for the ride, enjoying every second of it.
She was smiling when Rafael finally came, panting, and feeling ridiculously sated in every possible way imaginable.
After the rather heated shower, they dried off and Rafael threw on dark grey suit of his pairing it with a blue and white checkered dress shirt, white suspenders, and a blue pocket square. He then poured himself a coffee and went and fed Sofía, Olivia dealing with Noah, before he sat down for breakfast with them before heading to court.
He had a hearing regarding a child molestation case. He'd turned down several plea offers before settling on corruption of minors, unlawful contact with a minor, and indecent assault of a person under thirteen years of age.
Part of the deal was Wright would be required to register his whereabouts with police, under Megan's Law, for the rest of his life and allocuting in court.
The six-year-old child had immediately reported the abuse and the man had later admitted, after failing a polygraph examination, that he had kissed the girl and inappropriately touched her.
Rafael looked up from his files. "Good morning, Judge Maskin."
"Mr. Barba," the judge deadpanned. "A pleasure as always."
He smirked. "Would it help if I promised not to get myself strangled this time?"
"You're creative enough to come up with a plethora of other stunts," she said, "but I'll hold you to that." She gestured for him to say his piece.
"With the Court's permission I am adding a case to the docket," he said. "The People of New York V. Branden Wright. That's W-R-I-G-H-T." He glanced down at the document in front of him. "Case number 001234567." He glanced back up at the judge. "Pursuant to a plea agreement the Defendant is to enter a plea agreement to one count of corruption of minors, one count of unlawful contact with a minor, and one count of indecent assault of a person under thirteen years of age, at this time. We wish to do an advisement of rights all the way up to the point where the Court can find knowing, would accept and the Court advise. At that point, I'm going to ask that it be set in for disposition sometime in March right now, but we want to make it clear for the record that the Defendant has fully entered his guilty plea. Everything. The only thing that remains after today's date is allocution at the time of disposition. We will also provide the written statement of facts for the Court to make a finding of guilty and sentence."
"Okay," the judge said, looking right at Rafael. "But, you want me to advise him and accept the plea today, is that correct?"
"Yes, Your Honour," Rafael said. "And we'll have an allocution and provide the written statement of facts at the time of disposition for the Court to enter a finding of guilty at that time. And be sentence pursuant to the plea agreement."
The judge nodded. "Alright."
"Good morning, Your Honour. Jake Nemeth on behalf of Mr. Wright."
The judge turned her attention to the defence attorney briefly. "And is that your understanding as well, Mr. Nemeth?"
The defence attorney tilted his head in a half-nod. "Yes, Ma'am, it is."
The judge looked towards the defendant. "Alright, Mr. Wright, would you raise your right hand, please?"
The defendant immediately did as asked.
"Thereupon," the clerk said, "Branden Wright, a defendant, being first duly sworn to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, was examined and testified as follows -" The clerk looked directly at Wright. "You may lower your hand. Please state your name and address."
And on and on the questions went, most of which where of zero importance to Rafael and, although they were very much needed for the record, mostly served to simply occupy Rafael's entire morning. Rafael was more than happy when court was over for the day, truth be told.
He gathered his things, and briefcase in hand made his way out of the courtroom, stopping in the hallway where he spoke briefly with Tamin and Carisi regarding an update on another case before making his way back to his office.
He dealt with a few work emails and a phone call with Rita Calhoun about setting up a meeting regarding on of the cases, and then headed to Forlini's for a bite to eat.
After lunch he had just enough time to go over the file he needed before his meeting with Calhoun, which lead to nothing more than Rafael gaining a bunch of paperwork for a motion he now needed to file for.
With her gone, he'd poured himself a coffee, and set back down at his desk and started managing his files. He'd been rereading a document as something odd had caught his attention, and was about to contact Olivia to get some clarification, when there was a knock on his door.
He gave a forced smile when Yelina walked in, but got up and walked over to her, greeting his former friend cordially.
"Papi?" she said, giving him a small smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
"As always your timing is impeccable, Mamá," Rafael said with a warm smile, to all appearances pleased that she was there. His guard was very much up, but she didn't need to know that. He looked her over. "You look great."
She smiled. "You always say that."
"Well, it's true." And that's exactly why he had. If he wanted her to let her gaurd down and think she had the wool pulled back over his eyes, he had to play the game. He gave her a cheeky smile, taking a seat back at his desk. "A qué debo el placer?" (To what do I owe the pleasure?)
She gave him a more serious look. "We need to talk about Alex."
"Alright," he said with a nod. He gestured to the chair in front of him. "Siéntate, por favor." She made little move to take a seat, so he looked at her a bit more grimly. "What's up?"
She seemed to search for her words for a second, but when she spoke he found no hint of hesitation. "Alex tiene la intención de postularse para alcalde nuevamente en dos años." (Alex is intending to run for Mayor in two years.)
He blinked. "I knew he'd fought to get his senator seat back, but -"
She nodded. "It wasn't easy, but he managed it. He thinks he'll have most of his reputation restored by the next election. Most of the people, especially in el barrio, were on his side anyway."
"Oh, I know," he said with a sigh. " Créeme, I got grief over it, including from my own mother. All this despite the fact that I wasn't the one who investigated him nor the one who pressed charges."
"You handed everything over to the Special Prosecutor."
"What would you like me to have done?"
"Lo sé," she said. "I do realize you were just doing your job, even if it did mean having mi esposo doing a year." (I know.)
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "What is it you want from me, Yelina?"
"Give him a chance," she said, giving him a pointed look. "Creo que hemos demostrado que todos somos humanos y cometemos errores. Todos hemos cambiado. (I think we've proven that we're all human and make mistakes. We've all changed.)
So, they wanted to use his reputation to help them move up in the court of public opinion. Why wasn't he remotely surprised?
He was honestly feeling slightly wrong footed, but tried not to show it. "Even if I give you second chance, we can't go back to the way things were." He shook his head for emphasis. "Nunca."
At that, she tilted her head in a half-nod. "And maybe that's for the best." She pulled him in for a hug. He tensed slightly as she kissed him on the cheek. "A pesar de cómo pudo haber aparecido a veces, Rafi, ninguno de nosotros te estaba usando. Realmente nos importó." (Despite how it may have appeared at times, Rafi, neither of us were using you. We really did care.)
He gave her a bittersweet smile. "I know."
And he did. They had cared. And he'd cared. They'd all felt betrayed about the events of that election period for one reason or another and they'd all been backed into a corner. Rafael by his job, Yelina by her loyalty to her husband, and Alex, by his own choices. He knew. He understood. But, that didn't make it okay. They'd stabbed him in the back, and then twisted the knife.
Something had to give, and he didn't know what. He didn't know of he could trust them ever again. Well, Yelina, she was a bit of a different story than Alex, and yet she'd follow Alex with little hesitation.
Where did they go from here?