A/N: A bit of a short one for you again, but I promise tomorrow will make up for it!

Inspired by "Night," season 6, episode 20.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Law & Order: SVU, its characters, or storylines. I make no money from this work of fiction, that is inspired by an episode, but otherwise created from my own mind. Any relation or resemblance to another story or a real life instance is purely coincidence.

Recovery

Chapter 13

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The vulnerabilities exposed during their conversation had only left an awkwardness between the two woman for a few moments. Immediately after it had ended, they mutually returned to their books, but this time Olivia was seated comfortably on the couch right next to Casey. The two women read side by side, each keenly aware of the warm body heat next to them. It didn't take them long, however, to realize that sitting straight up, hyper-sensitive to a person next to you, was not the best way to read, and they awkwardly adjusted multiple times, each wanting to stay next to each other, but having difficultly in finding a mutually comfortable position. Eventually, they found a position that included a closer proximity and comfort, but also added an issue.

Olivia sat with her back to the armrest as Casey had been previously, her legs stretched out in front of her. Between her legs was the ADA herself, most comfortable wrapped up in the detective like this. However, if sitting like this, the brunette would be unable to read her book. "It's okay," she said both still sitting stiff as boards, "I'll read Harry Potter with you."

"You don't like Harry Potter," Casey argued, "Or hardcopy books."

The detective gave her a look, and the counselor immediately realized she was stalling the progress of the other woman. While it was true that she didn't enjoy the subject matter, Olivia was trying to be more open—both emotionally and physically. Her agreement to read the book of magic was not because she wanted to or because she felt like she had to stay on the couch with the ADA. It was because she knew that the only way she could stay, with Casey in her arms, was to forgo her own reading and see the text of a book she wasn't interested in over the redhead's shoulder.

Upon realizing this, Casey let out an, "Oh," and then, "Okay." Olivia set her phone down on the coffee table, and relaxed back into the couch. Feeling like a teenager that didn't know what to do with her hands, she fidgeted around, moving her arms to her sides, up to her chest, and down again. "Are you comfortable?" Casey asked over her shoulder, "Can I sit back?" The detective immediately lowered her arms to her sides, allowing the redhead to relax against her chest.

At the press of the counselor's warm back against her front, Olivia nearly sighed in relief. It had only been mere hours since she had felt the pressure and heat of the other woman's body, but feeling it again was like the first drop of water after weeks in the desert. Feeling impulsive, she reached forward, resting her hands against the thighs of the redhead between her legs. "Is this okay?" She asked, her warm breath hitting the ADA's ear.

"Yes," Casey breathed, the feeling of the detective's hands on her nearly making her squeal with delight, "Are you alright?"

When she inhaled, the brunette could smell the scent of the red hair in front of her, and had the quick realization that it smelled as the woman tasted when she kissed—fruit and whiskey. "Yeah." She said, the air thick with tension. Trying to regain control, she requested, "Tell me what's happening with Harry."

When Casey chuckled, Olivia could feel it in her own body, and had the immediate desire to feel her every laugh. "It's a long story," she said, looking over her shoulder at the other woman with a smile.

Their faces were close together, now, and when she'd turned her head, the detective had been hit again with the scent of her hair. She glanced quickly at her lips before meeting her eyes. "I've got time," she said, trying not to think about the knowledge she had on the taste of the counselor.

Growing serious, the green eyes also flickered to lips before answering. "You don't have to read Harry Potter with me." The green eyes met brown. "Your efforts are noted, and appreciated, but I don't want you torturing yourself."

"I'm trying." Olivia argued, the haze of arousal growing around her quickly.

"I know," Casey said, "I know you are, but I also know that reading a fantasy book is not how you'd like to spend your time." She took a breath, stealing another glance at the brunette's lips. "I've read it 30 times already," she said, "I don't need to read it again right now."

"Read," the detective requested.

One red brow raised. "You're sure?" When the brunette nodded, the ADA turned her attention back to the book, but didn't immediately start reading. Instead, she began explaining. "Harry Potter is an 11-year-old boy that just found out he's a wizard. An owl came to his house, and delivered a letter inviting him to the magic school, Hogwarts…" Try as she might, Olivia could barely concentrate on the explanation. Her eyes were focused on the way the ADA's lips moved as she formed the words she was saying, how soft her skin looked, and way her body felt in between the detective's legs. The heat was deep in her chest and blood pounding in her veins. She couldn't stop herself from inhaling the scent of the red locks that tickled her nose, and she unconsciously began to stroke the thighs of the woman in her lap with her thumbs.

Even though she knew nothing of the book, she was entranced by the feeling that the moment was bringing her. Sitting here, with Casey in her arms, sharing in a hobby she had little to no stake in, felt like everything she'd ever wanted and more coming to fruition. She was both happy and aroused, overcome with emotion at the feeling of both at once, in a way that she didn't know was possible.

In all of her past relationships, Olivia had found either the comfort of an old friend or the passion of a one-night stand. This had never failed to provide a lot of fun, but was part of the reason nothing ever lasted. She could never seem to find someone with which she was comfortable, but also attracted to enough to want to invite into her bed. This left either a good match with no spark or a fire that quickly burnt out.

Now, however, she was feeling both supremely comfortable and nearly embarrassingly turned on.

It wasn't as if Casey was doing anything specifically arousing. When Olivia forced herself to tune back into what the redhead was saying, she only heard grumbles of a bedroom under a staircase. Yet, couldn't stop herself from both wanting to hold the other woman until they melted together and rip off her clothes and kiss every inch of her in a moment of passion.

Suddenly, the desire within her did not seem so impossible to achieve, and it was while the ADA was explaining the story of the wizard boy further that she gave into temptation, leaning forward to press her lips against the porcelain column of the redhead's throat.

"To make matters even worse, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley have this son, Dudley, and—oh." Casey was taken aback at the feeling of the lips on her neck, and after the initial surprise, she sighed.

After pressing her lips to the counselor's neck just once, Olivia felt as if she couldn't get enough. One chaste kiss to the spot where neck met shoulder turned into two, then three, then four, and as she moved her mouth up the long column of white skin, she removed her hand from the redhead's thigh to push the long hair out of her way so the kisses could reach her ear.

Casey was breathing heavily, now, and as the detective's tongue snuck out to trace the shell of her ear, she gasped. "Olivia," she was quiet, craning her neck to allow the brunette more access to her sensitive throat, "are you okay?"

As an answer, the lawyer felt the hot breath in her ear as the other woman breathed, "You're so beautiful." She nibbled slightly at the redhead's earlobe, causing a gasp to come from the younger woman. "I just want to sit with you like this forever."

Casey's hands moved to grasp the outside of Olivia's thighs, holding her closer and becoming increasingly fidgety as the assault on her neck and senses continued. Her eyes fell closed, and her head lolled to the side. When the detective nipped at her ear again, a soft moan fell from her lips. She swallowed thickly, struggling to voice her thoughts. "Liv?"

"Mhm?" Was the brunette's reply, her mouth still attached to the redhead's skin.

"Stop."

Immediately, the detective detached her lips from the body of the ADA, her hands falling away from her thighs. "I'm sorry," she apologized, eyes still hazy from the arousal, "If I did something wrong, I…" The redhead moved to stand up from the couch, letting out a soft groan of discomfort.

At this, Casey shook her head, finally standing fully, and turned around to face the still-seated brunette. "You didn't do anything wrong," she said, swinging her leg onto one side of the detective's. Her arms wound their way around Olivia's neck, and she pulled her other leg up onto the couch so she was effectively straddling the other woman. "I just can't reach you facing forward," she smiled devilishly, and at the smile she received in response, moved closer, so that her lips were brushing against the brunette's. "I'm going to kiss you now, Detective."

She nodded, her hands coming up to cradle the back of the woman in her lap. With a glint in her eye, she responded, "After you, Counselor," and she had barely gotten the final word out before the mouth she had kissed so passionately before was back on her own, lips opening under tongues begging for entrance.

If this was what fire tasted like, Olivia was happy to be burned.