Summary: Olivia and Rafael take the next step in their relationship.
Notes: I beg for leniency as it has been years since I tried my hand at writing smut. Baby steps for now, I'll hit my groove later in the story.
Rafael awoke before dawn to a heavy weight on his shoulder. He breathed in the scent of lavender and warm vanilla sugar – Olivia's scent. As wakeful awareness came back to him, he smiled down at the woman sprawled next to him, her head on his shoulder and one leg over his. He probably should not have stayed the night, knowing they didn't want to rush things. They could not help themselves, however, both wanting to spend as much time together as possible. In the end, they talked late into the night, the television on for background noise. At some point, when they were both bleary-eyed with exhaustion, Olivia led him by the hand to her bedroom and offered him a spare tee shirt and a pair of thin sweatpants to sleep in. She also had a package of new toothbrushes that he ripped into for the sake of good oral hygiene. They fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows, cuddled together.
Loving the feel of sleeping with Olivia in his arms, Rafael slipped back into a contented slumber.
Two hours later, Noah barged into the room and, with a screeched "Good morning, Momma!" launched himself onto the side of the bed that was usually empty. Only that morning, the space was occupied by a sleeping Rafael. Therefore, the man was shocked awake as the wind was unceremoniously knocked out of him by the spritely child.
"Noah, be careful sweet boy!" Olivia admonished with a gentle murmur as Noah turned wide eyes onto the body he just landed on.
"Uncle Rafa? Why are you in Momma's bed? Did you have a sleepover? Can you make us breakfast? Are you staying for the whole day?" Noah peppered Rafael with questions as the man struggled to catch his breath.
"Mijo," he choked with a laugh. "Slow down, we just woke up. My brain doesn't work that fast before coffee."
Olivia sat up, pulling Noah off Rafael and towards her. "Yes, Uncle Rafa and Mommy had a sleepover. We hope that's okay. Maybe, if you are a good boy, he will spend the day with us."
Looking over his shoulder at his Uncle Rafa, Noah smiled sweetly. "Will you spend the day with us, Uncle Rafa?"
His green eyes gazing in wonder at the mother and son next to him, Rafael was powerless to deny the curly-haired child. "I would love to spend the day with you and your mami, mijo."
Olivia met his eyes, grateful that Noah took to Rafael so well. "I'll go start the coffee," she said, slipping from the bed.
Noah chose to stay on the bed and stared at Rafael, his little mind working. He liked spending time with Uncle Rafa and the man made his momma smile in a way that she didn't normally. The little boy decided that he would make sure that Uncle Rafa and his momma spent more time together.
"Would you like pancakes for breakfast?" Rafael asked as he watched the boy stare at him. He was not sure what was going through the little boy's mind, but it must have been good thoughts by the happy expression on his face.
"Yes, please!" Noah cheered. He loved pancakes.
Chuckling, Rafael climbed out of bed, his bladder ready to burst after being pounced on by Noah. "I'll be out to make you breakfast in a minute."
An hour later, pancakes consumed, and messes cleaned up, Rafael departed Olivia's apartment with a promise to return soon. He headed to his own apartment to take a shower and change into clean clothes, which did not take long at all. Their big plan for the day was to spend time playing games and watching movies at Liv's. But by the time he returned to her door, the plans changed.
"Noah asked if he could have a sleepover at Aunt Amanda's so he could play with Jessie," Olivia mentioned as he entered the apartment. "I told him he would be missing out on Uncle Rafa time, but he just smiled and said that it would give me more time to spend with Uncle Rafa."
Eyebrows springing up, Rafa laughed. "Is your child playing matchmaker?"
"I think he's trying to," she responded, eyes alight with mirth. "How do you feel about having some family time until this afternoon? Then it will just be me and you for the night, if you would like to stay over again."
"I would love that, Liv," Rafa said in a soft voice. Pulling a small bag from his shoulder, he added, "I brought some of my stuff just in case I was lucky enough to stay again."
"Smart man," Liv smirked. "Come on, Noah wants to play three board games starting with Trouble."
Hours later, Rafael lost most of the games, but the Bensons were happy and that was more important than his pride. If only they played Scrabble, he would definitely have been champion. Olivia left to drop Noah off for his sleepover at Amanda's and returned with takeout for them.
"You know the way to my heart, mi amor," Rafael teased, savoring the delicious aromas coming from the bag of Chinese takeout.
"Food and scotch, I know." Olivia teased back and placed a light kiss on his head as they sat on the couch to eat their dinner. "Have you ever watched the movie While You Were Sleeping?"
"I don't think so," he replied. "What is it about?"
"Oh, you'll see." Olivia's smile widened. "It's my favorite movie."
Rafael catalogued that fact in his mind. "I'm sure I will love it then." As much as they already knew about each other after years of friendship and working together, Rafael relished each new snippet he learned about this fascinating woman.
Settling back on the couch, the container of food in one hand and fork in the other, Rafael watched the opening credits of Olivia's favorite movie. This was by far the best weekend he experienced in a long time… possibly ever. And it was only going to get better.
Despite his lingering embarrassment over his own mistaken belief that Olivia was engaged to Tucker, Rafael was amused by the plot of the movie and was pleased that there was a happy ending to it. By the time the ending credits rolled, Olivia and Rafael were cuddled close, fingers entwined.
"So, what did you think?"
"I enjoyed it. I could see some parallels to our recent debacle," he laughed self-deprecatingly. Switching gears, he blurted, "I'd like to take you to Florence, or anywhere else in Europe you'd like to go, sometime."
Her eyes filling with warmth, Olivia kissed him. "I would love that."
Humming, Rafael pulled her close and deepened the kiss. As their tongues tangled, his hands wandered from her face to her shoulders, and down her sides. Olivia's hands buried themselves in his hair. He moaned against her mouth as her nails softly scraped his scalp.
That moan was Olivia's undoing and her hands shifted to remove Rafael's shirt with haste. She needed to feel his skin against hers. His need matched hers as he practically ripped her shirt off and latched his lips to her neck. With expert precision, he flicked the front clasp of her bra to unhook it and flung it across the room.
Leaning back, Rafael drank in the sight of her half naked body in wonder, his mind reeling. This was actually happening!
Olivia gazed at him in equal wonder as she stood up and reached out her hand. It was time to take it to the bedroom. Their progress was slow as they continued kissing, removing the remaining clothes from each other's bodies, and bumping into the walls as they went.
Rafael guided Olivia down onto the bed and tenderly kissed his way down her body, breathing in the unique scent of her skin. When he reached the crux of her thighs, he looked up at her devilishly. Olivia stared down at him with fire in her eyes, her hips bucking up to urge him on.
He leant in and dipped his tongue out to taste her, wondering if it would be as good as he imagined in his fantasies. When his tongue slipped through her folds, he groaned. It was even better, like sweet nectar. It excited him and his tongue ravaged her until she came, hard, his name falling from her lips in a long moan. Taking in one more taste of her, Rafael leaned back on his heels and gazed at her. Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you, the line from Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah came to his mind unbidden. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Come here, Rafa," Olivia reached for him as he sat frozen, gazing at her in adoration. Reaching over to her nightstand, she withdrew a condom from a small box stored in the drawer. Her nimble hands ripped open the package and held it out to Rafael as he stood.
Taking the condom from her, Rafael watched Olivia rake her eyes over his naked body with admiration. He could feel the heat of her gaze as he slipped the condom over his sizeable length and winked at her rakishly.
Flushing with overwhelming desire and need, Olivia yanked him on top of her and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Rafael shifted to align himself and plunged inside as the kiss deepened with bruising intensity. Their bodies became a mass of tangled tongues and limbs as they moved together, moaning and reaching for the ecstasy they both ached for together.
Knowing he was getting close to exploding, Rafael slid his hand between them to tease her nub. His ego needed another orgasm from her before he would allow his own. His efforts sent her tumbling over the edge into an intense orgasm, causing her body to tremble beneath his. Her moaning and clenching of her muscles sent Rafael right over behind her with a grunted "Fuck, Liv!"
A thin sheen of sweat covered their skin as Rafael shifted to Olivia's side and wrapped his arms around her. "That was…"
"Yeah, it was," Olivia breathed heavily, still coming down from the high. Neither of them could articulate quite how amazing their first time together was as they laid there, recovering. She turned to place a tender kiss on his lips and smiled. "I'm falling in love with you, Rafa."
He stared, wide-eyed, a lovesick smile spreading across his lips. "Do you have any idea how I have hoped and dreamed that I would one day hear those words from your lips? I am the luckiest man in the universe. I love you, Liv."
He kissed her hungrily. They spent the rest of the night exploring and memorizing the landscape of each other's bodies, falling deeper in love by the minute.
