Inspired by "Night," season 6, episode 20.
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Recovery
Chapter 8
kateandharvey
Casey assumed that Olivia would go back to her room, and they would either never discuss it again, or she would have to fumble her way through an awkward conversation centered around their friendship and Olivia's exclusive attraction to men. She was already mentally preparing herself for the other woman's it just happened in the moment speech when she felt the detective's soft lips once again on her own.
Olivia had immediately opened her mouth once their lips were touching, begging entrance to the other woman's with a swipe of her tongue against the closed lips. At the feeling of this, Casey granted her access, wanting desperately to taste the detective.
Olivia's tongue invaded the mouth of her closest friend, feeling out the rounded edges of her teeth, the softness of her gums, and the warmth of her own tongue. Casey tasted like fruit, with the slight taste of smoked whiskey hiding in the depths. It summed up Casey, in a nutshell, and Olivia nearly moaned at the knowledge of knowing what she tasted like.
She didn't know how to kiss a woman, that much was true, but she kissed her exactly as her primal desire guided her to. The bruising kiss of the brunette was harsh but soft, quick yet patient, passionate yet kind. She wanted to kiss Casey in everyway, and she suddenly felt like she would only have this one moment to do so.
Their tongues swiped against each other for long moments, each dueling to absorb more of the other, and Casey found herself thinking that this felt both like a first kiss and one you share on a wedding day. There was something new and exciting that heated her directly below the belt, while also carrying such a sense of familiarity that her heart felt like that of the Grinch at two sizes too large. Regardless of her past, Olivia kissed her as well as she friended her: with confidence and ease. That being said, if the redhead knew Olivia Benson as well as she thought she did, she would have minimal time to calm her down once they broke apart. Her hand came to rest on the back of the brunette's head, trying to keep her right where she was for as long as she could, thinking that just maybe, if they kissed long enough, it would keep the fears of her companion at bay.
Casey had spent the majority of her recent life looking for someone to make her feel as Charlie had, and when she met Steph, she thought for sure it would be it. However, here with a woman she would describe as her best friend in her bed, their lips pressed together, Casey knew she had been wrong. This was eons past the feelings that Charlie or Steph had given her, and she had the distinct but fleeting thought that if this wasn't it, she didn't know what was.
It wasn't as if the ADA had never given this a thought. She spent a lot of time with the detective, and they connected extremely well. Casey would be an idiot not to at least consider the possibility. Olivia was notorious for giving off a gay vibe, and for a long while Casey assumed that it was for a reason. Upon learning that she was only interested in men, however, the counselor was relatively unaffected. Their friendship was good, and that's how it would stay. She needed something more stable in her life, regardless, and there were plenty of other fish in the sea, as it were.
But as time went on, the ease at which they could move their friendship into something more seemed so blatantly obvious that the redhead found it difficult, at times, to spend too many hours with the detective at once.
They liked the same things, but had enough of a difference that it wasn't dreadfully boring. They had the same morals and values, though they often disagreed on how to get a case to meet the ethical requirements. They wanted the same things out of life: a career, a partner, a family. More than anything else, Casey was both comfortable and truly happy when she was with the detective, and maybe the most important: she trusted her.
On many occasions, Casey had found herself staring at Olivia, thinking of how easy it would be to kiss her, to move their friendship further along, to intertwine their lives. Still, it nagged in the back of her head that Olivia was one of her most important relationships and she wasn't willing to lose it by making the age-old mistake of going after the straight girl.
It was clear that Olivia was worried about what was happening between them, but even now, as Casey felt her tongue move along that of her companion's, she hadn't the slightest hint of stress about what she was participating in or what it might mean.
This was easy.
It was right.
It simply made sense.
Without thinking, she nipped at the bottom lip of the detective, and Olivia let out a soft moan at the roughness, the thought of what Casey's personal preferences were under the sheets fluttering through her head. Eventually, the kiss they were sharing slowed down, and their tongues retreated back to their natural places, closed lips engaging in a single innocent kiss before they both broke away for air. Olivia kept her forehead pressed against that of the younger woman's, and they both attempted to catch their breath.
"Holy shit," the detective's words were breathy, and they blew across the redhead's face. Olivia suddenly had the feeling course through her that she wanted to kiss the redhead again and again, more times than she could count.
"I concur." Keeping Olivia's same soft tone, Casey laughed lightly, feeling light. Slowly, she opened her eyes to meet those of her companion. "Liv," she whispered. It was a silent question, a beckoning, and a promise all wrapped up in her name, and the brunette knew her answer.
Without wasting a second, she whispered, "Yes."
Casey could feel the beating of her heart, the blood coursing through her veins, and the heat that was growing from her insides out. A million thoughts seemed to be racing through her head, and she knew there would be hell to pay later, but here, in this moment, her hazy mind could only think of touching her lips with Olivia's again.
She craved everything about the other woman, and tasting her felt like a missing piece she never even knew existed. If she stopped to think about it, she would acknowledge that in such a tumultuous time of her life, this stability, this comfort, this fit was exactly what she needed.
At the sound of the permission granted by the woman in her bed, Casey gently brushed her left hand across the skin of her cheek, and threaded her own fingers into gentle brown curls. There was something about this upcoming kiss that seemed it would be different than the last, and she was both terrified and thrilled.
She inhaled, ready for whatever was to come next, and then began to wonder how Olivia was making that noise. She knew the detective was invading her senses, but what was she trying to say?
It was only after the other woman pulled from the redhead's embrace and started moving out of the room with an apologetic look and a sorry thrown over her shoulder that Casey realized it wasn't Olivia making the noise. It was her cellphone.
The ADA quickly withdrew from the haze of her arousal when she realized there was only one reason for the detective's phone to be ringing in the middle of the night.