Rating: MA, NSFW
Request: Ugly Christmas Sweater x Barson
Spoilers: None - purely PWP
Trigger/content warnings: workplace sex, oral (male), p in v sex, fingerfucking, and p in v orgasm

Double Entendre

Olivia was watching through the two-way glass of the interview room, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. Inside the room, Barba was going head to head with the suspect's attorney.

This was nothing new. In fact it was fairly par for the course around the department, since Rafael had developed his reputation. What was new, however, was the fact that he had his overcoat buttoned right up to his neck, and hadn't loosened or removed it since he had strolled into SVU earlier that day.

It could hardly be comfortable; even from where she was standing, Olivia could see that he was overly warm. A sheen of perspiration had gathered at his temples and across his forehead. If there wasn't a break taken or a deal struck soon, a drop of sweat would go rolling and expose him completely.

A few more minutes passed, and then Rafael was finally rising from his seat, while the suspect turned to his lawyer. He exited into the corridor where Liv had been watching with Fin and Amaro.

"I gave them 24 hours to consider it," he told the detectives. The exhaustion from being overheated was on his face, his eyes heavy-lidded with it. "I'll let you know as soon as they get in touch."

As Barba turned to leave, Liv cleared her throat. "Rafa - can I see you in my office for a minute?"

His shoulders rose and fell with the deep breath he took, steadying himself. Following after her without a word, they went into her office, where she shut the door behind them.

"Rafael." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes?"

Unamused by his playing dumb, she crossed her arms over her chest and took a step closer to him. Looking him up and down, she told him, "Take off your coat."

Barba's eyes widened the smallest amount. He blinked, licked his lips. " … No."

"Are you telling me," Liv raised a hand and swiped a fingertip over one temple, still damp with sweat, "that you're not uncomfortable right now?"

He swallowed, his gaze finally flicking away from hers.

"Because I've been watching you, buttoned up in this coat for half a day, suffocating in the heat. I want to know why."

Olivia reached out again, this time for one of his buttons, and Rafael pushed her hands away insistently. "I made a mistake," he blurted, "that's why!"

"What kind of mistake requires you to keep your coat on at work all day?" she chuckled.

"I'm wearing something … inappropriate," he furthered, and Liv felt a rushing throb between her legs at the blush that began to creep up the polished ADA's cheeks.

"Inappropriate?" she murmured, stepping even closer. "Rafael - did you come to work topless?"

Barba rolled his eyes. "Por supuesto no."

"Then what?!"

"I - " he sighed, took another deep breath. "There was a mix-up on my work calendar for the Christmas events that the office girls have planned."

"And?"

"I thought today was scheduled as Ugly Christmas Sweater Day for the office," he explained, wincing at the words. "It wasn't until I was already in for the day that I figured out the mistake - and that I was the only one in a sweater. Then you called me over here, and well … " Rafael trailed off and shrugged, gesturing at his overcoat.

Liv considered the explanation, still rather unconvinced. "You don't keep an extra shirt in your office, Mr. Suspenders and a Belt?"

"Normally I do, but I had worn the one that had been there previously. I hadn't had a chance to replace it yet."

"It can't be that bad, Rafa," she chuckled. "I'm sure they would understand if you had just explained, and took your coat off so you didn't have to swelter."

"Trust me, Sergeant," he grimaced, "it's that bad."

She smirked then, her gaze heated. "Show me."

"I will not," Barba blushed, mortified.

"Come on, Counsellor … " Liv urged, "it's just us. Give me a holiday sneak peek." She reached for the buttons again, and while he still pushed her hands away, this time he rolled his eyes as he took over the task himself.

The first four buttons on the coat undone, Rafael held it open so Olivia could take a look at the monstrosity. Her jaw fell open at the sight, eyes going wide. At that exact moment, Rollins opened the office door and attempted to walk in - Liv's arm shot out, slamming the door shut, pushing Rollins back out into the bullpen.

She locked the office door and let out a stifled giggle. "Well, well, well. Rafael," she purred. "You sure do keep surprising me."

Barba was fully blushing now, his heart pounding from the near-miss with Rollins. The sweater was a royal blue, trimmed with red and white stripes at the collar, cuffs and waist. Larger than life on the front was a Santa character that was nude, save for his hat and boots, holding a gift to cover the area where his crotch would be. In giant white letters, the sweater read, I Have a Big Package for You.

The ADA reached to button his coat back up, only to find Olivia's hands pushing his away this time.

"Now hold on, Rafa." She took the coat in her hands by the lapels, looking him up and down. "Did you pick this sweater for its … authenticity?"

Their eyes met again. "Pardon?" he breathed, wanting to be sure he was interpreting her double entendre correctly.

Olivia hummed softly, "Slip a package under the tree, for me … " Licking her lips she pushed the coat from Barba's shoulders and let it pool to the floor behind him.

The feel of her fingers at his belt, opening his pants, got his heart pounding and his cock filling with holiday spirit. When her hand finally encircled him, Liv murmured, "Is this for me, Counsellor?" and pressed her mouth to his.

She walked him backward to the couch, where he collapsed with the help of a shove. Olivia knelt, settling between his legs.

"Rafa, you do have a big package for me." Her dark brown eyes were bright with excitement and her own desire as she finished stroking him to his full length. Thumbing the crown of him, Liv squeezed and watched a pearlescent drop of precum bead, then slide downward.

After darting forward and cleaning it off with a long lick up the shaft she hummed, "I'm soaked just thinking about you sliding inside me."

Rafael muffled the groan that it drove from his throat, and then her mouth was on him and all thought was lost. His fingertips burrowed into the leather seat as she swallowed the girth of him again and again.

With one hand, she hiked up the skirt she was wearing and slid long fingers through her drenched slit, smothering her whimpers on Barba's throbbing cock. This went on until he was coated in Olivia's spit and his own leaking mess, when she rose from her knees.

The stunning brunette rucked the skirt all the way up over her hips, immediately drawing Rafael's gaze to the neatly-trimmed hair at her mons. It was barely hidden behind a pale pink, lace thong that she pulled to the side before straddling his legs. His hands fell to her hips carefully, the weight and pulse of wanting to come pounding heavy between his legs.

She kissed him, open-mouthed and hungry, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he slipped one hand between them, two fingers swiping over her swollen clit.

"Fuck, Rafa," she gasped into his ear, her hands pulling at his dark hair.

"Mm, soon," he rumbled back, "but not yet." The fingers slid lower, teasing around her entrance before filling her. Liv's hands tugged his hair even harder, rocking her hips against his touch. "You feel perfect," Rafael murmured, thrusting his fingers shallowly to listen to the delicious, naughty sound of how wet she was.

In her effort to stay quiet, her moans came out clipped, breathless. "Rafael … I have a squad full of people."

The statement made his cock twitch between them. "Mmhmm …" he concurred.

"Unfortunately, that means I don't have all day," she smirked.

Barba pouted, slowly pulling his fingers back. "Mm. I suppose." He gripped his cock, brushing it through the slippery valley between her labia. "I guess you better sit on this cock, then."

He pushed the crown into her dripping heat, watching Olivia's eyes as she took him all the way in. "Ungh," she moaned, throwing her head back, "Merry Christmas to me."

Chuckling, he brought his hands to her blouse, opening the first three buttons while she began to rise and sink on his length. Scooping her breasts free, Barba thumbed over her dark pink nipples as he began rising to meet her thrusts, driving deep into her warmth.

Fingernails rode his shoulders, leaving crescents in his skin beneath the garish sweater. He was sweating far worse beneath it now than when the day had started - he just didn't care anymore. All he cared about was the look of ecstasy on Liv's features, and the tiny whimpers she was making.

He raised a thumb to her plump, parted lips and she sucked it in, making him growl. Rafael slid the hand around to the nape of her neck and pulled her down for a hard kiss.

"Your package is coming," he murmured as their lips parted.

"I've been such a good girl … "

Rafa pushed his hand between them, his thumb covering her clit, stroking roughly. "Good girls get the best presents."

"Please," Liv panted.

He shivered as his orgasm started to uncoil in him, never stopping his thumbstrokes. Her swollen sex gripped and pulled every ripple of pleasure out of him, coming with him, on him, around him as he filled her with hot come.

She fell forward, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Rafa?"

"Mm?"

"You can come by with your package for me all holiday season, if you like," Liv smiled.

Barba chuckled into her hair. "Buena saber."

END