The Art of Warfare: Chapter 2
See disclaimer in chapter 1
Casey tried vainly to focus on the movie. She'd seen it perhaps one too many times, and could practically mouth the words along with the script. The heat from Olivia's legs entwined with hers drew her attention south.
She watched Olivia out of the corner of her eyes. Carefully, she stretched her arms up over her head and glanced quickly to her side.
Olivia smiled, "Hey," her voice was lower than it had been at dinner. Casey would have bet money on it. Olivia maintained eye contact with no apparent shame.
"Have you been watching me detective?" Casey smirked.
"And if I have?" Olivia slid her leg forward, placing it carefully between Casey's own legs. Her foot moved slowly up the inside of Casey's thigh, eliciting a strangled sound from the back of Casey's throat.
"No complaints from me." Casey managed to squeak out. Olivia watched the color rise up her neck and cover her cheeks.
"Do you always blush like that when you're nervous?" Olivia silently thanked her own dark complexion for controlling her own blush.
"My skin is not my fault," Casey bit out, trying to contain her smile.
"No, and I'm certainly not complaining. How long Casey?"
"How long what?"
"How long have you wanted…" Olivia's voice trailed off.
"Since the moment I managed to trip all over my feet in front of you and Elliot."
An eyebrow rose, "I'm sorry?"
"About three seconds after I met you. But I never expected…tonight…I just, I just didn't want to be alone anymore. I just wanted to belong," Casey knew she should shut up before she talked herself into a corner, but for some reason her mouth and her brain weren't connecting, "I hear you talk about Alex and I see the looks on everyone's faces…they miss her. I'll never be her. And I just," a heaving, bit-back sob, "just didn't want to be the ice queen anymore."
"Oh Casey," Olivia sighed, pulling her legs back underneath her and scooting over closer to Casey. She wrapped her arms around the willowy body next to her, pulling Casey to her, "I'm so sorry we made you feel like that. It was simply the shock of losing Alex so fast, not having time to adjust and then there you were…probably just as nervous as the rest of us about joining and we treated you like some rookie who didn't know her right from her left."
"I didn't exactly give the best first impression," Casey began.
"But that was no excuse…" Olivia's voice trailed off as she felt Casey's fingers brush gently against the side of her face.
"It's over, anyway," Casey whispered, as she ran her hand down Olivia's side to rest on her thigh, "And I don't intend to allow the past to dictate my future."
Olivia's breath hitched as Casey leaned in closer, inches from her face. Her eyes were lidded and she wore an expression Olivia had never seen before. The cock-sure attitude ADA Novak carried was gone, and had been replaced by someone Olivia had never met before.
"Do you want something, Counselor?" Olivia whispered, closing the last of the inches between herself and Casey.
"You." Casey took a deep breath, pressing her lips against Olivia's willing mouth. The kiss was gentle and Olivia pulled away first.
"Casey. I do have feelings for you. For awhile now…but I'm not ready to…"
Casey nodded, then rested her forehead against Olivia's, "As long as you don't shut me out again."
"I could never. Not after tonight. Not after knowing I'm not the only one of us who feels this way."
"Good." Casey's smile was bright. She held her arms open and Olivia felt drawn to her. She moved closer to Casey on the couch, allowing Casey to wrap her arms around her. Olivia rested her head on Casey's chest, maneuvering her body between Casey's legs.
Casey was surprised that Olivia would allow herself to be held. Olivia, who always seemed so impenetrable at work, was laying across her body, on her couch, in her apartment and Casey's stomach was slowly unknotting. Somehow, tomorrow didn't see so lonely. Nothing had been promised, but emotions were out in the open and Casey felt at peace. She looked down at the woman in her arms, and saw her eyes were already closed and her breathing slowed.
Olivia Benson is asleep in my arms. Casey's brain tried vainly to process, and failed miserably. Olivia Benson has feelings for me. Olivia Benson kissed me.
Seeing as how Olivia was sound asleep in her arms, Casey saw little need to wipe the mile-wide smile off her face. She again turned her attention to the small TV set across the living room, willing the adventures of Mulder and Scully to distract her from the ache between her legs. Slowly, sleep claimed her.
"Morning, Sunshine." A cheery voice broke through Casey's morning haze. She was about to snap at whoever had destroyed the fantastic dream she'd been having when she opened her eyes. Olivia was crouching in front of Casey's couch, a Styrofoam cup in one hand and a waxy plastic bag in the other, "I brought breakfast."
"Mmmm," Casey blinked, smiling at Olivia, "I thought it was a dream."
"No, no dream," Olivia returned Casey's smile, "I only left to get coffee and muffins. I'm an early riser."
Casey took the offered coffee and opened the bag, "Blueberry. My favorite."
"I know. You bring them to work more often then the other kinds."
"Why Detective Benson…." Casey began, peeling the paper from her breakfast.
"I know, you don't need to mock me. I'm a detective. I'm trained to notice apparently insignificant details."
"Like your ADA's breakfast choices?"
"And the fact that you're very rarely in the office before ten."
"Yeah, well, we can't all be crazy morning people." Casey took a hungry bite of the muffin, "Thank goodness it's Saturday."
Olivia's phone took that moment to ring, "Thanks for the jinx, hon." She picked up her phone from the coffee table, bringing it to her ear, "Benson. Now? Elliot…yeah….yes….okay, I'll be right there."
"That didn't sound promising." Casey signed, leaning back into her couch.
"Elliot's got something for me. I'm sure we'll need you soon," Olivia said, leaning over the coffee table and brushing her lips to Casey's, "I'll call you as soon as I can."
Casey nodded, surprised at the effect the chaste kiss had had on her, "Okay. I'll hold you to that."
"See you tonight." Olivia slid on her coat, running her hands through her hair and brushing wrinkles from her suit, "Do I look like I slept in this?"
"You look beautiful. I'll see you soon."
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