There is smut in this chapter!

Time jump:

Olivia scurried from one side to the other as she got ready. Barba had texted her a few hours ago, letting her know he was in New York. She decided to go simple for the night. Picking a light purple strapless, open shoulder dress and black heels. Noah had gone for the night with Amanda. Just as she slipped on her heels someone knocked on the door. Rushing down the stairs and opening the door, she was surprised by the visitor.

"Elliot, what are you doing here?"

Elliot slipped past her holding up a bag of food. "Brought take out. I had no plans and thought we could eat and watch a movie or something."

Olivia sighed. "I can't tonight, I have a date."

"Date?" He frowned. "With who?"

"Seriously?" She raised a brow.

Realization came over him. "Oh."

"I'm sorry, but he will be here any moment." She yelled out as she ran back up the stairs. "We can do this some other night."

"Yeah sure." Walking into the kitchen he placed the bottle into the small wine cooler. "I'll leave the bottle here!"

"Okay!"

"Liv!"

Elliot snapped up at hearing the man's voice.

"Why's the door wide open?!" Barba shook his head with a sigh. "Liv?!"

"Rafa?" The loud clicks of her heels on the hardwood floor echoed as she ran to the stairs. "You're late."

Looking at his watch he chuckled. "I'm 30 minutes early."

"Not by my time." She sassed back. "You look handsome." He wore all black. The chain on his neck popped out against the black shirt.

"And you look stunning." His eyes ran up and down her figure. "But you didn't answer my question."

"Which one?"

"Why is the door wide open?" Closing the door he caught movement in the corner of his eye. "Stabler."

"Barba." Elliot gave him a stiff nod. "Nice to see you again."

Tilting his head slightly Barba scoffed. "Yeah."

"I'm going to go." Elliot glanced up at Olivia. "I'll call you later."

Barba stiffed as Elliot walked past him. The urge to retaliate against him was near impossible to hold back. He raised a hand over the scar on his chest, phantom pain spreading through him. "I'll be right back." He patted his pockets. "I left my phone in the car."

"I just need to grab my purse and I'll be ready." Olivia said. "I'll see you in the lobby?"

"Alright."

Walking out to his car, he climbed into the passenger seat and grabbed his phone. As he got out of the car he spotted Stabler taking to two men. On the cover of the night, he wasn't able to see the men, but something doesn't sit right with him. James and a team of men were on Elliot's tail trying to figure out who was after them and why.

"Hey, what happened to meeting in the lobby?" Liv appeared beside him her smile dropping at the look on his face. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." He forced a smile, opening the door for her. "Let's go." Closing the door after her, he looked up to see Stabler looking straight at him. Tossing the man a sly smirk, he climbed into the car. Whatever the hell Stabler was planning, he wasn't about to make it easy on him. Stabler was going to have to fight like hell.

Time jump: Next morning

The next day brought on a whole new set of circumstances and opportunities as Olivia rolled over and opened her eyes. The room was brilliant white with the light of the new day streaming through the windows. Looking down, she realized she was naked, feeling the smoothness of the satin sheets slide across her skin with the movement of her legs.

Looking around the room for Barba, there was no sign of him. She was alone with her thoughts as she listened for him. Olivia stopped and listened for...a noise...anything. Nothing was her response. The only sound was from the birds outside in neighboring trees. She also heard a distant lawnmower, but no sounds from within the house.

Stretching, she got out of bed and to the bathroom where she found a set of fresh towels. Olivia climbed into the shower and took a long warm shower, daydreaming about the last couple of hours with Barba. The time with him was beyond compare, a true dream come true. She dried off and walked back out to the room, searching for her clothes. There, on one of the landings was one of his shirts and her undergarment. 'Seriously? What the hell did he do with my clothes?' Eagerly, she put them on, not wishing to be discovered naked on the stairs. She still wondered where he might have disappeared to, as she continued down the steps, walking through the foyer and into the kitchen.

Olivia sauntered into the kitchen, where she found Barba sitting on the table. He held a newspaper in front of him, a cup of coffee sitting on the table. "Good morning."

Barba lowered the paper, his eyes instantly going up and down her body. "Morning."

"Want some coffee?" She asked, making her way to the kitchen counter, pulling a cup from the cabinet above the machine. His stare was getting too intense for her.

"No thanks. Already had some, but help yourself." He raised his cup as if she hadn't seen it already. "You're up early than I thought you would."

She frowned. "Why, what time is it?"

"Just about 8:30, I think," Barba answered.

"Well, I slept well and I slept long enough."

"That's good. So did I," Barba smiled, as he sipped on the strong coffee. "You figured out what you are going to tell the squad?"

"About?"

Barba folded the paper, turning to face her. "If I am not mistaken, you are officially late to work."

Olivia shrugged, glancing down at her coffee. "I'll come up with something. I haven't gotten a call, so I am not needed at the moment." She took another sip of her coffee. "I'm surprised you are still here."

"I didn't want to leave without saying bye." Barba sighed.

Putting the cup down on the counter behind her, she gripped the edges. "Don't worry too much about me, Barba. I know the drill for now."

"I can't not worry about you, amor." He glanced down at his hands, his fingers running over a ring. "I am your fiancé after all." He looked up just as the shiver ran through her. Standing up to his full height, he glided towards her.

Olivia stood up straight to receive his advances and pulled him closer to her as she looked up at him with interest. "What are you doing?"

"What I have been wanting to for months." He wrapped his arm around her waist.

Standing up on her tiptoes, she met his mouth in a hungry kiss. This wasn't some gentle 'I love you' kiss. No, this was something more primal. Pulling back from him, she stroked his cheek. "Rafa?"

"Yes?" His breath came out in an agonizing groan. He was holding back. "What is it, love?"

"Let's take this to the bedroom." She whispered.

Barba placed his hands beside hers on the counter. His mouth inches from hers. "I don't think I will be able to make it to the bedroom."

A surprised gasp escaped her lips as he pulled her closer to him. The man had no shame in showing just what was preventing him from moving. Olivia responded, kissing him deeply once again. her hands wrapping around his neck.

Barba moved to place a hand on her ass, pulling her close again. Barba's shirt was so sheer, she might as well had been wearing nothing, as the material allowed for such thin space between his groping hand and her skin. His hand worked its way up from the base of her ass up and around her globes and into the subtle valley of the small of her back.

Their kissing became more frenzied now as he continued moving around her waist, his hands smoothing over every inch of her figure. His tongue was in her mouth now, swirling in response against hers as her hands glided over his back and up the back of his neck. Barba removed his upper shirt, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen, and continued giving her tongue a workout. Saliva was now streaming out of both of their mouths as their heads moved in unison and divergence of one another. He held on to the back of her neck for a minute, feeling the pulse of the rushing blood along the artery. Olivia's breath became labored as he stroked her skin, running his fingers down the sides of her neck.

She tilted her head back and he immediately went to work along her nape, giving slight sucking kisses on the neck and shoulders. While pulling up on her shirt, exposing her ass. His hands went to work on her backside, kneading her supple form with his hands.

"Is this in your way?" She breathed, reaching to pull the shirt up and over her head.

"No, let's leave it on," He whispered.

"Oh, okay," She sighed as his mouth continued to work on the base of her neck.

Barba moved his hands around to the front side; the shirt flowed over his hands as he gripped her thighs and pushed them apart. They crawled with a mind of their own up and down her inner thighs, caressing them smoothly with each pass.

"You are beautiful." He remarked, looking down at her. Barba's smoldering bright green eyes looked deeply back into hers and she was taken. Immediately, they went back to work, kissing passionately. His hands stroked over her legs.

"Rafa please?" Olivia sighed delightfully as he continued kissing her neck, stroking it with his wet tongue.

"What is it?" He choked, not taking his attention from her neck.

"I-I need you." She whispered. "Don't make me beg for it."

Barba grabbed the back of her neck firmly and deeply whispered into her left ear. "I won't make you beg. Yet." Kissing the outer of her ear, he made his way back to her neck. Before Olivia could respond, he picked her up and sat her down on the counter.

"That's cold!" She yelped.

Barba chuckled, grabbing her jaw. "Don't worry, I'll have you warmed up in no time." Pulling her into a wet kiss, his hand slid down her body and onto her thigh. Olivia gasped as his finger slid into her surprisingly. At attempting to move away, his hand wrapped around her waist. Placing his forehead against hers, Barba gazed into her eyes. "Don't. Move."

"Ra-" Shutting her up with a kiss, he picked up the pace. Olivia threw her head back, moaning softly at the sensation of pure bliss he was giving her. "Oh, for fuck's sake, just fuck me already!" Her eyes widen the second the words left her mouth. "Wow."

Barba stared at her with a stupid grin. "Is that what you really want?" She nodded. "Alright." Pulling his finger out, he was quick in removing his shirt off her. Leaning forward, he took one breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, while his finger slipped back in.

"Oh, fuck." She groaned loudly, digging her fingers into his hair. The sensation she was feeling, was beyond word comprehension. Hard as she may try, Olivia could no longer hold back. Thrusting her hips forward, she moaned at his finger going in deeper. Barba took this as a hint to add two more fingers. "Oh!"

"Relax love." He whispered, slowing the pace of his hand. His finger curled inside. "That's it."

Dropping her head onto his shoulder, Olivia forced herself to move. Her hands worked on unbuckling his pants and letting them drop to the floor. Keeping one hand on his hips for support, she used the other to slide into his boxers. His cock was at full erection. Wrapping her hand around him, she began to slowly stroke him. Using her thumb to spread the pre-cum over the top and down the length. Barba's movements faltered for a second, a low growl coming from the back of his throat. Leaning forward, she bit his lower lip, picking up the pace of her strokes. She could feel the throbbing of his dick in her hand. He was close.

"I need you." Olivia whispered.

Barba looked down at her. His eyes were now a storm. "Beg for it." He kissed her once more. "I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you."

I was surprised by his use of words. I don't think I have ever heard him cuss like that. "What?"

Barba pulled his hand out, licking my juices off him. "Tell me." He leaned closer to my ear. "What you want me to do."

Olivia knew what he was doing. But two can play. Pulling her hand out from his boxers, he released a groan. Pushing him back a few steps, she jumped off the counter and kneeled onto the floor. Barba was stunned. Pulling him free from the contraption of his boxers, she wasted no time in pulling him into her mouth. Barba tossed his head back with a loud moan. His hands came to rest on the back of her head but was careful in putting any pressure.

But it didn't last long, before he pulled away, picked her up onto the counter once again, and thrusted himself into her. She was both stunned and turned on even more. His pace was rapid, drawing sounds out of her, she didn't know could make. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, Olivia bit down on his shoulder as she gave into the pure bliss, he drew out of her. In the distance, she could hear his loud groan, as he found his release.

We took a few moments like this. In each other's arms, knowing very well it would be a while before they could once more.

Pulling away, he gently pushed her hair back. "Now I can make it to the bedroom."

Time jump: Later that night

Much to the displeasure of James and his bosses, Barba spent the entire day with Olivia. She had decided to call off work, giving them the day to catch up on the past months. Although it had been the best time for both of them, he couldn't help but sense she was holding something back. There were a few times she would start a sentence and change it last minute. She refused any drinks he offered her. At one point she had gotten sick after eating some pasta he made. She waved it off saying it was the effect of the flu she had. But something didn't convince him.

Jumping at the ringing from his phone, he scoffed at himself. "I am on my way, James."

'It's Carmen, don't you check before answering?'

"Why should I?" He leaned against the hood of his car. "Only three people know this number."

'Where are you?'

"Leaving the loft."

'Barely? Have you been there since last night?"

Barba frowned. "Yes."

'You just couldn't keep it in your pants.'

"You're a woman right?"

'Last time I checked I pee'd sitting down.'

"Gross." Barba groaned. "Olivia hasn't been feeling well. She refused any drinks and threw up after eating dinner."

'Did you cook? Cause she might just not like your food.'

Barba scoffed. "Please, I am an excellent cook." He was alerted by the loud gasp. "Carmen?"

'You said she refused any drinks?'

"Yes."

'And got sick after eating?'

"Yes."

'Congrats Barba, you're going to be a father.'

"Wh-what?" Barba was stunned. "No."

'When a woman refuses alcohol and gets sick, she's expecting. Seriously, how can you not know this?'

Barba had tuned her out. 'A child? Me a father?' Was he even considered father material? In his job, he had taken many sons. Hurt someone's son. What right did he have, having one of his own? Lowering his phone, he suddenly began laughing. He was going to be a father! A child with Olivia. "Holy shit. I need to talk with her."

In panic and excitement, Barba let his guard down. He missed the two-guard going down. The black van coming to a skidding stop. The three men jump out. His body went rigid at the high voltage running through his body. A sack was placed over his head and thrown into the van. Recovering from the shock, he kicked the person holding his legs. Before he could do anything else, a sharp pain exploded in his head. His head bounced on the metal knocking him out cold.

"We got the package." Red spoke through the phone. "Easier than expected."

'Bring him to the warehouse. Make sure he is not chipped.'

"Yes sir." Clicking the phone, he kicked Barba onto his back. "Strip him down to his boxers. Stop at the next corner and toss the clothes and items out." The driver nodded pulling to the curb. "Where is his phone?"

Blu slid the door open tossing the clothes out, along with keys and wallet. "Must have dropped it. It's not here."

"Alright, let's get moving." Red shut the door. "Boss wants this asshole prepped and ready to go."

"You sure this is the one?" Green asked. "He doesn't look like the one in the picture."

Red shrugged. "Not my problem. At the end of the day, he is a part of the same organization."

Green frowned looking down at Barba. "This doesn't feel right."

Barba woke with a loud gasp at the sensation of drowning. Shaking his head, he forced his eyes to focus. Looking down at himself he noticed he was only in his boxers. His wrist was strapped to the armrests, just like his feet were strapped to the legs of the chair. Looking up he realized he was in what looked like a slaughter factory. 'What are the chances.'

"I was starting to think my boys killed you."

Glancing to the left he spotted a man. "Takes more than the butt of a gun."

"Oh, I intend to find out just how much more." He stepped closer into Barba's line of view. "Mr. Barba, I am sure you do not know who I am. So let me introduce myself. My name is Richard Wheatly. And it seems you and your people have been meddling in my business."

Barba raised a brow. "Your business?"

"So far your-whatever the hell it's called-has cost me a large amount of money and men." Richard stopped in front of Barba. "Why? I don't know. One moment I was living my life and then boom!" He clapped his hands. "I get word my son was killed. My right hand. My pride and joy."

Barba shook his head. "What does that have to do with me?" He clenched his fist, trying to rip the strap off. "I don't give a shit who you are or what you do. I don't know who the fuck your kid was."

"But you do." Richard growled. "Two days ago, you and your people conducted a raid. Took a handful of my men. In that group was my son. He died by your hand."

"You're mistaken." Barba sighed. "I didn't touch them. I just gathered them."

"Then you are going to tell me who it was."

"No." He huffed out.

"Okay, we will start with an easy one." Walking around Barba, he stopped behind him. "Why are you and your people investigating me?"

Barba lowered his head refusing to answer. A sharp pain exploded over his jaw as his head snapped to the left. He bit his tongue stopping the groan. He knew who Wheatly was. After Armando blurted Wheatly's name, the organization had jumped at it. They discovered a few things. The man had been the one to order the hits on three government officials. Barba was up to date on him but care little for it. Richard wasn't his target; therefore, he was of no interest to him.

"Why are they investigating me?" He threw another punch at getting no answer. "You not going to answer that?"

"I can't answer something I don't have an answer to." Barba grumbled.

Richard chuckled. "Maybe my boys can ruffle up an answer from you." He waved over two of his men. "Make it entertaining."

"Yes sir."

Barba clenched his jaw at the punches he got in the gut. One after another after another, stopping only after he threw his dinner out. Spitting towards the floor he looked up at his punisher, with a defiant look.

"He wants some more." Red chuckled. "I got a lot more." Throwing a few more punches, he stepped back breathing heavily. "Green, bring the cart."

Taking hitched breath Barba whimpered slightly. He knew how to play it off to the untrained eye, but he was in pain. His stomach was on fire spreading to his chest. He was sure the fucker bruised or cracked one of his ribs. His eyes landed on the green masked man pushing a cart. He knew what was coming. He had been on the other side of this and if he was being realistic, he was not getting out of this alive. Closing his eyes his thoughts flew to Olivia, Noah, and their unborn child.

'I'm sorry Liv.' Barba's breathing began to rise as Red picked up a knife. 'Sorry for leaving without saying goodbye.'