This one is short and more physical than my usual stuff, so if you don't want it (why wouldn't you?) just skip it and go on to the next chapter, once I post it.
Oh, and I forgot to mention- I have no idea how old Olivia is in the show, so I made it up.
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Chapter Three: Olivia
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Olivia sighed and collapsed onto the couch the instant she got into her apartment. "Great party, Casey," she said, and meant it. She had been dreading the whole affair, since it put her one more year closer to forty, but taking a break from detective work and acting civilized and elegant had done more good than umpteen-dozen trips to the gym would have.
There was a downside, and Olivia groaned as she pried the black high heels off with her toes. Casey chuckled as she set Gina's present on the edge of the coffee table before sinking down next to her. "Mine are killing me, too. But you're right. It was fun." Casey sounded faintly surprised at her words, which made Olivia chuckle in turn as she dropped her head on Casey's shoulder.
"Disappointing that George couldn't come," Olivia commented lazily. Doctor Huang had had to attend a seminar in DC, and would be back tomorrow after noon. He had sent some flowers, though.
"Yeah, Davis always lights up a party," Casey agreed, speaking of George's charismatic actor boyfriend, who had a light-hearted Shakespearean quote for every occasion. Olivia had decided she didn't know him well enough to invite him if George couldn't come.
Meanwhile, Olivia's weight against Casey's shoulder had caused Casey to slowly slide down the couch, until they were both more-or-less horizontal. "Nice of Gina to make me a present," Olivia said absently, far more interested in her new position than the conversation.
"Yeah. What did you think of... what's her name... Kelly?" Casey propped her head on her elbow and looked back at Olivia, eyes sharp and serious.
"She seemed nice. Pretty. Smart. Enough of a sense of humor that she can keep up with Gina." By now Olivia was barely paying any attention to what she was saying as she worked Casey's dress up over her hips.
"Liv!" Casey protested half-heartedly. "I'm trying to have a serious discussion about Gina's girlfriend here."
"I'd rather talk about my girlfriend," Olivia retorted, tickling the back of Casey's knee mischeviously. "Or rather, have her talk about me. At the top of her lungs." She rested her chin on Casey's thigh and gazed mock-innocently up at the red-head, as her hands continued to wander. She lost the battle and grinned as Casey unconsciously lifted her hips so Liv could tug her underwear off.
Casey made an exasperated face, one that dissolved into a barely surpressed groan as Liv hit a sensitive spot. "I hate how you can do that," she muttered, which only made Olivia grin even wider and redouble her efforts.
There was no more coherent conversation.
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Review, please. I like reviews.
Oh, and I forgot to mention- I have no idea how old Olivia is in the show, so I made it up.
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Chapter Three: Olivia
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Olivia sighed and collapsed onto the couch the instant she got into her apartment. "Great party, Casey," she said, and meant it. She had been dreading the whole affair, since it put her one more year closer to forty, but taking a break from detective work and acting civilized and elegant had done more good than umpteen-dozen trips to the gym would have.
There was a downside, and Olivia groaned as she pried the black high heels off with her toes. Casey chuckled as she set Gina's present on the edge of the coffee table before sinking down next to her. "Mine are killing me, too. But you're right. It was fun." Casey sounded faintly surprised at her words, which made Olivia chuckle in turn as she dropped her head on Casey's shoulder.
"Disappointing that George couldn't come," Olivia commented lazily. Doctor Huang had had to attend a seminar in DC, and would be back tomorrow after noon. He had sent some flowers, though.
"Yeah, Davis always lights up a party," Casey agreed, speaking of George's charismatic actor boyfriend, who had a light-hearted Shakespearean quote for every occasion. Olivia had decided she didn't know him well enough to invite him if George couldn't come.
Meanwhile, Olivia's weight against Casey's shoulder had caused Casey to slowly slide down the couch, until they were both more-or-less horizontal. "Nice of Gina to make me a present," Olivia said absently, far more interested in her new position than the conversation.
"Yeah. What did you think of... what's her name... Kelly?" Casey propped her head on her elbow and looked back at Olivia, eyes sharp and serious.
"She seemed nice. Pretty. Smart. Enough of a sense of humor that she can keep up with Gina." By now Olivia was barely paying any attention to what she was saying as she worked Casey's dress up over her hips.
"Liv!" Casey protested half-heartedly. "I'm trying to have a serious discussion about Gina's girlfriend here."
"I'd rather talk about my girlfriend," Olivia retorted, tickling the back of Casey's knee mischeviously. "Or rather, have her talk about me. At the top of her lungs." She rested her chin on Casey's thigh and gazed mock-innocently up at the red-head, as her hands continued to wander. She lost the battle and grinned as Casey unconsciously lifted her hips so Liv could tug her underwear off.
Casey made an exasperated face, one that dissolved into a barely surpressed groan as Liv hit a sensitive spot. "I hate how you can do that," she muttered, which only made Olivia grin even wider and redouble her efforts.
There was no more coherent conversation.
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Review, please. I like reviews.
