This is an 'M' chapter. Don't like it please don't read it. I am not the best at writing Smut but gave it a go. Please let me know what you think. As for the ending, don't overthink it. Just wrote it for laughs.

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"What if I don't want you to stop." Olivia mumbled looking down. For some reason, she became too shy to see him eye to eye. Her hands dropped back between them. A part of her ready to run if need be.

Barba was wordless in that moment. Gently grabbing her chin, he waited for her to look up at him. His eyes searched hers for anything that hinted he should walk away. Instead, all he saw was lust, passion, and love. Barba leaned down pulling her into a soft kiss.

The start of the soft-touch sent a strong feeling of warmth spiraling through her system. Her eyes closed fearlessly, but the closure didn't let her see darkness, it instead created colors of fondness. Her tense nerves soon began to relax, her troubles, her pain began to melt away and the surroundings began to disappear leaving only her, her, and Rafael.

This.

This felt true.

This felt good.

This felt right.

His lips felt so gentle, so warm, she felt her hands begin to slide up his chest and encircle his neck, as the kiss began to grow heavy. Barba's hands tightened around her waist. She continued kissing him hungrily wanting more. She felt herself being pushed against the wall of her living room, Rafael's body pressing against hers. She hadn't even realized when he stood them up, but at that moment she didn't care. The kiss goes on, their lips moving in perfect sync. Becoming more passionate by the second.

Her right hand flowed onto his open skin as her left hand began greedily undoing the rest of his shirt. Their lips parted and clasped onto one another once again with an adding of more pressure. Barba's hand slid smoothly onto her arm, lifting it above her head and pinning it against the wall. Their kiss grew greedier, their mouth locking tighter. The heat flowing throughout her body began to grow as she felt his other hand slide through her cleavage and onto her shirt, in contact with the buttons he slowly began to unhook them, her shirt began to hang loosely, her skin beginning to show. Reluctantly Olivia removed her lips from Barba, leaning frailly against the wall. Her eyes leisurely began to open, eyelids relaxed as she slowly sucked in the cool air. Barba stares back, his eyes calm. She rested her forehead upon his as her hand slipped back onto his bare-skinned chest. Her breath was slow. Their lips captured once more before letting go.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him up the stairs leading him towards her bedroom. For once Barba was all serious, this was not one of his one-night stands or one of James's newfound friends. This was Olivia-his Liv, she deserved to utmost respect and love he could manage. All this time thinking about this exact moment had him going through a nervous breakdown now that it was happening. 'Damit Liv, what have you done to me.'

Before the door has even closed Barba wraps his arms around Olivia from behind. From the warm tones of his cologne to those of his voice and well-chosen words - he was so easy to fall in love with. One inhale of his scent and Olivia fought not to turn around. She couldn't move even if she tried, it was like his fingers had short-circuited her mind in the best possible way. He turned Olivia around stumbling onto the bed, his eyes searching hers for any denial, before claiming her lips. Olivia smiled and kissed him back as he knew she would. She felt his mouth stretching wider than it should, fighting between grinning and kissing. Barba's fingertips were electric, they must be, for wherever they touched her, her skin tingled in a frenzy of static. As his hands moved over her skin, her body had a transitory paralysis, her mind unable to process the pleasure so fast. His head moved around to her left ear and whispered what was coming next turning her on even more. If that was even possible. Suddenly Olivia's body is off pause-mode and pulls back for a kiss that's both soft and hard. Both of them moved in an intoxicated dance of limbs, never making the exact same moves twice. Barba moved both hands to her hips holding her down as he grinded onto her, smiling at the exotic moan she released. Pulling back slightly she looked up into his eyes.

He held his hand to Olivia's heart and bumped the tip of his nose against hers. "Can you feel what we're doing here? We're building something."

"Yes." She could feel it, the connection between them, the overwhelming need to be with him. Nothing else mattered. There was the physical, the way he went to her head faster than anything she ever experienced. How wonderful he smelled all sleep-warm first thing in the morning. But she wanted more from him than just that. She wanted to hear his voice, hear him talk about everything and anything.

Olivia felt all lit up inside. Like a potent mix of hormones was racing through her at light speed. His other hand curled around the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to his. Kissing Barba threw kerosene into the mix within her. He slid his tongue into her mouth to stroke against her own, before teasing over her teeth and lips. Olivia never felt anything so fine. Fingers caressed her breast, doing wonderful things and making her gasp. God, the heat of his bare skin. She shuffled forward, seeking more, needing it. His hand left her breast to splay across her back, pressing her against him. He was hard. She could feel him through the layers of his slacks. The pressure that was provided between her legs was heavenly. Amazing.

"That's it," He murmured as Olivia rocked against him, seeking more.

Their kisses were fierce, hungry. His hot mouth moved over her jaw and chin, towards her neck. Where her neck met her chest, he stopped and sucked. Everything in her drew tight.

"Rafa—"

He pulled back and looked at her, his eyes dilated. Every bit as affected as she was. Thank God she wasn't alone with the panting. A finger traced a slow path between her breasts down to the waistband of her jeans. His hand slipped beneath the clothes playing with the hem of her panties, he leaned forward and nipped at my neck.

Biting had never appealed to her before, neither in thought nor in action. But the sensation of Barba's teeth pressing into her skin turned her inside out. Olivia shut her eyes tight. A bit from the bite and a lot from the anticipation of what his hand was about to do. He leaned down kissing her where he'd just bitten.

He grasped her hips, pushing her higher onto the mattress. Her hands slid over the smooth, cool black cotton sheet. Olivia laid on her back as Barba swiftly undid her jeans and disposed of them quicker than she was able to blink. The bed shifted beneath her as he knelt above her. Olivia felt ready to implode, her heart hammering, but he seemed perfectly calm and in control. Nice that one of them was. Of course, he'd probably done this dozen of times.

probably more, what with groupies and all that. Hundreds? Thousands, even?

Olivia didn't want to think about it.

His gaze rose to meet hers as he hooked his fingers into the hem of her panties. In no rush at all, he dragged the last of the offensive clothing down her long beautiful legs, Barba smirked he loved a woman with long legs. The urge to cover herself was overwhelming. But she fisted the sheet instead, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. Fingers stroked over the top of her sex before moving on to her thigh muscles clenched tight together. If she wanted this to go any further, she was going to need to open her legs. Olivia knew this. Of course, she did. Her toes were curled and a cramp was threatening to start up in her calf muscle from all of the tensing. Ridiculous.

"We can go as slow as you want." Barba said, reading her tension. "Trust me, Liv."

His warm hand smoothed over her thigh as his tongue traveled the length of her neck. It felt wonderful, but it wasn't enough.

"I need …" Olivia turned her face to him, searching for his mouth. He fit his lips onto hers, making everything right. Kissing Barba healed every ill. The knot of tension inside her turned into something sweet at the taste of him, the feel of his body against hers. One arm was trapped underneath her but the other she made full use of, touching all of him within reach. Kneading his shoulder and feeling the hard, smooth planes of his back.

When Olivia sucked on his tongue he growled in the back of his throat. His hand slipped between her legs, just the pressure of his palm had her seeing stars. Olivia broke off the kiss, unable to breathe. He touched her gently at first, letting her get used to him. The things his fingers could do.

He stopped and put two fingers into his mouth, wetting them or tasting her. Who knows. Didn't matter. What was important was him putting his hand back on her, fast. Giving her a grin, the tip of his finger pushed into her, easing inside just a little. Pulling back before pressing in again.

His gaze lingered on her breasts until finally, he dipped his head, taking one into his mouth. Olivia arched her back, pushing his finger further inside. The way his mouth drew on her erased any discomfort she might have. He kept his strokes between her legs and the pleasure grew. Olivia tingled in the best way possible. When she did this, it was nice. When Barba did it, it reached the heights of spectacular, stellar. Olivia knew he was crazy good at the piano, but this had to be where his true talent lay. Honestly.

"God, Rafa." Olivia arched against him when he moved to my other breast only to yelp at the bite, he gave her. "What the hell?!"

Barba glared at her stopping all movement, although amusement was held in his eyes. "Don't bring in the gods to our sinful event."

Before Olivia could make a comeback, two of Barba's fingers worked inside her, a little uncomfortable but nothing she couldn't handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on her, lavishing her breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot making Olivia's eyes roll back. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. Her body was going to be blown to dust, atoms when this hit.

If he stopped, she'd cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe vanquish him.

Happily, he didn't stop.

Barba felt her wall clamp down on his fingers telling him she was close. Olivia groaned as she came underneath him, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost. She swore she was floating, her body limp, satiated for all time. Or at least until the next time.

Opening her eyes again, Barba was waiting. He ripped open the condom with his teeth placing it on. Olivia had barely caught her breath when he rose over her, settling between her legs.

"Good?" He asked, with a smile of satisfaction.

A nod was the best she could do.

He took the bulk of his weight onto his elbows, his body pressing her into the bed. She had noticed he enjoyed using his size to the advantage of both of them. It worked. Certainly, there was nothing boring or claustrophobic about the position. She didn't know why she thought there would be. Lying underneath, him, feeling the heat of his skin against hers, it was perfect. And there could be no doubting how much he wanted this. Olivia, while waiting for him to push into her she pulled him down for a passion filled kiss.

Barba took her mouth in a hard kiss. His hand slid down her side, over her stomach to cup her between her legs. Everything there was still sensitive and no doubt wet. The hunger in his kisses and the way he touched her assured Olivia he certainly didn't mind.

He fit himself to her and pushed in. This was it. And suddenly, shit, Olivia couldn't relax. The memories from her the last time she did this, came rolling in. Wet, didn't matter when your muscles wouldn't give. Olivia gasped, her thighs squeezing his hips. Barba was hard, thick and it hurt.

"Look at me." Barba whispered. Those brown eyes of his had darkened and his jaw was set. His damp skin gleamed in the low lighting. "Liv." He was sure he knew what caused the look in her eyes, it caused him a great deal of displeasure within him. He'd be damn if he allowed her to feel nothing, but love and pleasure.

"Hi." Olivia's voice sounded shaky even to her ears.

"Kiss me." He lowered his face and she did so, pushing her tongue into his mouth, needing him. Carefully, he rocked against her, moving deeper inside her. The pad of his thumb played around her clit, counteracting the hurt. The pain eased, coming closer to being plain old discomfort with an edge of pleasure. No problem. This she could handle.

Fingers wrapped around her leg before sliding down to cup a butt cheek. He pulled her in against him and moved deeper inside her wet heat. Rocking slowly against her until Olivia had taken him all. Which was a problem, because there wasn't enough damn room in her for him.

"It's okay," Barba groaned.

Easy for him to say.

Shit.

Bodies flush against each other they laid there, unmoving. Olivia's arms around his head were so tight, clinging to him, that she wasn't certain how he was breathing. Somehow, he managed to turn his face enough to kiss her neck, his tongue licking the sweat from her skin. Up, over her jaw into her mouth. The death grip she had on him eased when he deepened the kiss.

"That's it." he growled. "Try and relax for me."

Olivia nodded jerkily, willing her body to unwind. She felt so pathetic, here she was the woman that always put on a strong front, took the lead on things, chased bad guys, fearing to make love to the man she might very well love. "You really are something." His big hand patted her breast, calloused fingers stroking down her side, easing her. Olivia's muscles began to relax incrementally, adjusting to his presence. The hurt faded more every time he touched her, whispering words of praise.

"This is good." She said, at last, her hands resting on his biceps. "I'm okay."

"Liv, you are better than okay." He leaned down giving her a peck on the lips. "Fascinating." Kiss. "Exquisite." Kiss. "Just fucken perfect." Crashing his lips against hers Barba tilted his head to the side deepening the kiss.

Pulling back Olivia gave him a giddy smile.

"I can move?" he asked.

"Yes."

Barba started rocking against her again, moving a little more each time. Gradually gaining momentum as their bodies moved slickly together. Barba touched her kissed her and took his time. Slowly, the sweet heat, that sensation of pressure building, came again. He tended to it with care, feeding her long, wet kisses. Stroking himself into her in a way that brought only pleasure. She was incredible, watching her closely, gauging her reactions to everything he did.

Barba smirked at feeling her tighten her legs around him. Olivia needing to hold on to him, dug her nails into his back leaving a mark of her own. Barba placed both of his hands on her waist holding her in place as he very slowly thrust into her. With every thrust, he watched her expression wanting to memorize every last feature, gesture, and tell.

Olivia was sure she was no longer on planet earth. With every thrust of his hips, she was pulled deeper into a blissful world of her own. She just wished he wouldn't go so damn slow! "Rafael please."

Barba looked down at her, picking his pace up and purposely slowing back down keeping her on edge. Olivia was ready to explode, but Barba wasn't letting that happen. "What is it Liv?" Barba whispered into her ear. Picking up his speed, only to slow down once again.

"Stop going so damn slow." Olivia growled bucking her hips upward, hoping in getting that little push she needed. A squeal escaped from her mouth at suddenly being lifted from the bed and pushed up against a wall. "Rafa!"

"I can go on like this forever." Barba gave another painfully slow thrust to emphasize. Olivia honestly believed he could. Running her hands down his back he wasn't even strained. She shocked him for a moment when she pulled him into a frantic kiss. Payback for the sudden switch. Please escaped in between kisses begging for him to go faster. Barba placed both palms against the wall on either side of her, using his upper body to hold her against the wall as he finally gave in to her pleas.

Olivia placed her forehead on his shoulder, her moans echoing in his ear. moaning in his ear. That only drove Barba into an even faster pace. Putting his hands back on her hips he held her in place and he kept a harsh pace. He knew there was going to be bruising on her hips later, but at that moment, it was worth the scolding he would get. Turning them back towards the bed, he laid her down without breaking the pace.

Eventually, Olivia clung to him once more and came hard. It felt like the New Year's fireworks display inside her, hot and bright and perfect. So much more with inside and over her, his skin plastered to mine. Olivia stuttered out his name as he thrust hard against her. Barba sat up grabbing her hips as he thrust into her, he kept at a pace that she was comfortable with. Olivia moaned as he moved within her gasping when he leaned down latching onto her breast. His hands were still placed on her hips, holding her still.

"Fuck you feel amazing!" Barba growled as he sped his movement's drawing out sounds, he didn't know Olivia could make. "Amor, dejate ir." Shifting his hips, he smirked at the loud moan. "Once more for me, porfavor."

Olivia's scream was cut halfway, Barba had smacked his mouth over hers swallowing her moan. With a half groan, half growl his whole body shuddered. Barba buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath heating her skin. Giving her a small kiss on the neck, Carefully, he moved off her, collapsing on the bed besides her.

Olivia gasped at finally being able to get a full breath of air.

Barba opened his eyes. His chest was still heaving, working to get more air into him. After a moment, he rolled onto his side to face her. There'd never been a better man. Of this she was certain.

Barba chuckled. "The best I have had." Olivia raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to roll his eyes. "I would never lie to you and certainly not with something as important as sex." Raising a hand, he stroked her cheek with his finger. "Are you alright?"

"Yes." Olivia shuffled closer, seeking out the heat of his body. He slid an arm over her waist, drawing her in. Letting her know she was wanted. Their faces were a bare hand's width apart.

Barba cupped her jaw forcing her gently to look at him. "Did I hurt you?"

Olivia smiled. "No, it was amazing." Reaching across him, she grabbed his arm to look at his watch. "It's 3 am already? We have court in the morning."

"Ah yes, looking forward to that." Pulling her into his chest, he wrapped his arm around her.

Olivia laid a hand on his chest sighing happily at the warmth coming off him. "Rafa what is this?"

"I believe it's called cuddling?" Barba was halfway asleep by that time.

Olivia snorted. "Not th-I mean what are we?" She propped her head up staring at him. He had had his eyes closed, but she knew he was not asleep.

Barba opened his eyes, looking down at her with a confused look. "I thought we agreed this was official? Me and you."

"Just wanted to hear you say once more." Giving him a quick kiss, she snuggled into his side once more.

Barba wasn't even sure what to say to that. Instead, he placed his hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair. If only she knew just how much she meant to him. The limits he would go for her. All he could hope for was time. Enough time to be able to show her just that.

Time Jump: Next Morning

Barba groaned at the offensive sound of his alarm clock. Slamming on the button a little too hard, he turned to his other side, only to find it empty. "Liv?" Sitting up in bed, he frowned at not hearing anything. The clothes she wore the previous night were neatly folded on one of his chairs. Looking around for a note or letter, he found none. Jumping out of bed, he slipped into a pair of sweats he kept nearby his bed. "Liv?!" Stepping out of the room, he paused for a moment. No noise was detected; he went to search downstairs. The moment he stepped off the stairs the scent of coffee and bacon hit him, evaporating all panic from within. Walking into his kitchen he found Olivia in his shirt-only his shirt-plating some eggs. Leaning against the wall, he watched her for a moment.

She was nowhere like the cop people saw every day on the job. Here she was carefree. Her beauty staggered him even time he looked at her. "Morning, bella."

"Wh-Rafa!" Nearly dropping the plate, she managed to catch herself. "I need to put a collar and bell around your neck."

Barba raised a brow. "Kinky."

"I made breakfast." She proudly held up a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast.

"I do-" He stopped himself from telling her rarely ate in the mornings. He couldn't crush the gleeful look in her eyes. "Thank you, I'm famished."

Olivia handed the plate of food to Barba, her eyes trailing up and down the DA's body. His shoulders were broad, the muscles of his biceps constricting as he ruffled his hair. His chest was vacant of any hair, leaving a smooth-looking chest. His abdomen was flat, with a faint line of his abs Her eyes trailed a little lower falling on the very pronounced 'v', that was cut halfway by the sweats. That was starting to become one of the many favorite parts she liked. "Do you not own a shirt?" She pried her eyes off the man's body, down to her plate.

"I do." He reached for her jaw, guiding her to look over at him. "You're wearing it." Pulling her into a feverish kiss, he pulled away before she could respond.

"I am going to go take a shower." Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, snatching a piece of his bacon. "You finish eating. It's going to be a long day."

Barba exhaled slowly, knowing she was right about that. It was going to be a long day. Today was the trial for Lewis. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling something bad was going to happen.

While Barba finished his breakfast, Olivia busied herself on getting their clothes ready for the day. Adjusting the water so it was hot, but not scalding she stepped into the shower. She stood under the waterfall, allowing the spray to hit her face and chest. The water flowed down her body as she leaned forward a bit and rested her palms on the shower wall. The water was now cascading over her hair and rolling down her shoulders and back. She breathed in deeply, allowing her muscles to relax under the soothing pressure of the warm water.

Apparently, she was too deep in her thoughts, she did not realize Barba had joined her until she felt his strong hands begin messaging her shoulders. Olivia moaned softly, turning her head towards him with a smile. Barba leaned forward, grabbing her chin he tilted her head to the side for a kiss. Their lips met with the lightest of pressure at first but grew stronger. She ran her right hand through his short hair. He broke off the kiss reaching over her, he grabbed the sponge off the hook.

"Let me wash your back." He said also grabbing the body wash and applying a small amount. Olivia turned to face the wall, the water still cascading over her. She placed her l palms on the wall once more. Barba began to methodically, but gently scrub her shoulders first, then worked his way down her back. She continued to relax and breathe deeply, somewhat aroused by her lover running the puff across her shoulder blades and along her spine.

After a minute, he pulled back her left arm, making Olivia straighten allowing both arms to fall by her side as he continued his art. "Those aren't part of my back?" She said playfully.

"No, but I figured I might as well keep going. Unless you have any objection?" He teased back.

She chuckled. "Not at all. I'd never turn down a chance to have you pamper me."

Once he finished with her arms, he drew back so that his chest was pressed against her back. In this position, he slid his arms beneath her armpits and began to lather up her chest as he held her close. A moan escaped past her lips, as his hands ran over her breast. Olivia could feel his pectoral muscle, nicely defined, yet not overdeveloped, pressing against her back as he continued to wash her chest and down her abdomen. She gasped at the hardness she felt against her bottom.

"You seem to be enjoying this a bit too much." She teased, wiggling her butt against his hardening shaft.

Barba groaned at the friction she was giving him. He reached down inserting a finger in her. Olivia was caught off guard, forcing her to brace the wall. "I'd say I'm not the only one."

She moaned as he continued the sweet torture with his finger. Her hips grinding against him. Having had enough Barba turned her around to face him, picking her up by the waist she wrapped her legs around his waist, careful to avoid a certain part of his body.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Barba moaned latching onto her neck. 'Fuck she's amazing.'

Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck moaning slightly as he pushed into her slowly. Barba moved one hand between them, his thumb stroking over the little numb of nerves as he pushed his way deeper into her. Olivia threw my head back against the wall gasping as he shifted his hips forward ever so slightly, pushing himself just a fraction of an inch deeper inside. Barba's mouth nibbled and sucked at her exposed neck, leaving small marks. Her nails gripped on his shoulder as he began to slowly move in and out of her.

"Fuck." Barba growled picking his pace up. He moved to the left rubbing that magical spot that sent electricity through her entire body. Olivia held onto his arm for support as she gave in to the pleasure that was building in the pit of her stomach.

"Ra-Rafa faster please." She gasped out.

Her moans which had become constant by now began to increase in volume and pitch as she got closer to her climax. Like before her moan fueled Barba to pick up his speed. Olivia felt the ball in the pit of her stomach explode throughout her body. As she climaxed, the muscles around Barba's shaft began to contract, milking him to his own released. Barba thrust into her, pushing in as deep as he could and unloading himself.

Barba rested his forehead on her shoulder as Olivia laid her head back against the wall. He released her legs, allowing her to stand on her win. But they still refused to move until they were certain, their knees wouldn't give out.

Lifting his head, he nudged his nose against hers. "We have less than an hour to get ready." Kissing her, he noticed the slight winced she gave when he pulled out. "Liv, did I hurt you?"

To his surprise, she pushed him against the wall crushing her lips onto his, pouring everything she held within. "Stop worrying about hurting me. I'm much tougher than you think."

Barba relaxed against the wall. "I know you are." Pushing her wet hair away from her face, he gave her one last kiss. "I have never doubted that."

Pecking his lips once more she pulled away finishing her shower. Barba finished his after she got out. His mind went over the events from a few moments ago. As he stepped out he froze. 'Shit, I didn't pull out.'