A/N: A little raunchier here. Probably M-rated. You've been warned.

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 14

kateandharvey

They sat on the couch, tangled together and mouths fused against one another, for long moments. Casey's mouth felt like heaven to Olivia's lips, and soon the redhead's hands came up to thread themselves in the brown hair of the detective.

The ADA felt like every moment of the past 48 hours had been an uphill battle with no ending in sight. To feel the lips of the detective on her neck had surprised her, and the quickness of which she felt arousal jolt through her body left her surprised. When Olivia nipped at her ear, she had the sudden desire to be closer to the brunette than she already was—it was no longer enough to feel her strong legs on either side of her own and her soft breasts pressed to her back. She needed to truly feel the other woman, and while her current state of physical health prevented her from ravishing the detective as she'd like, she was more than able to taste her lips and feel the heat of her body between her legs.

It was this desire that helped Casey break through the fog in her brain and ask Olivia to stop. While detaching from her felt like sandpaper on her skin, it was only temporary, and soon she was feeling the other woman's body against her own yet again. This time, however, she was on top of her, and much more active participant.

Her hands wrapped themselves in the brunette locks, pulling the detective's lips closer to her own. She wanted to know every inch of the other woman: feel her body convulse under her, her tongue against her lips, and the weight of her breasts in her hands.

While their kiss in the midnight light of the bedroom had left Casey breathless, this was not anywhere similar. The previous kiss had been about temptation and curiosity and surprise. This meeting of lips, however, brought passion, exploration, and the final breaking of a barrier that seemed it would withstand the battle of time. This time, bodies pressed together as close as they could while still clothed, hot breaths mingled in the air, and hands began to roam.

When one kiss ended, another began, and soon neither woman knew who had started what. Casey detached her lips from the brunette's to get her own taste of the other woman's neck, and Olivia ran her hands down the ADA's legs, pausing only to grasp her thighs when she felt a soft bite on her tender flesh. At her gasp, the redhead asked, "Are you still alright?"

Appreciative of having the sense of mind to check on her, the detective nodded. "Yeah," she sighed, running her hands up and down the legs of the counselor yet again, and admitted, "I want to touch you."

Casey's body shuddered at this confession, her face still tucked into the neck of the brunette. "Touch me," she whispered into her ear.

Growing nervous, Olivia's eyes fluttered shut. The redhead continued her assault on the olive-skinned neck, and when she realized her companion still hadn't moved, she pulled away, sitting back on her haunches. She took a moment to examine the face of the other woman, and when the eyes in front of her never opened, she gently asked, "What's wrong? Do you want to stop?"

Squeezing her eyes shut, the detective sighed, shaking her head and answering, "No. I just…" She swallowed thickly, and what she said was so quiet that Casey nearly thought she hadn't spoken at all, "I don't know how…" she let out another heavy breath, her cheeks growing red, "…how to touch you."

Overcome with emotion for this woman, the ADA requested, "Look at me." After a beat, the brunette slowly opened her eyes to meet the green ones in front of her. Once she felt she had the detective's attention, she said, "To be frank, Olivia, I don't care how you touch me." She moved her hands from behind the woman's neck to grasp the hands still rooted against her thighs. "You feel good to me," she said, "really good." She squeezed the hands in her own, "I want you to touch me however you want to."

Olivia still seemed unsure.

Slowly, Casey moved their joined hands to her stomach so that the detective's palms were resting against her sides. "I can't do much right now," she said, referring to the bandage still bulging from her shirt, "but that doesn't mean I can't do anything." She winked, hoping to make the nervous brunette laugh.

While she didn't laugh, Olivia did crack a smile, and Casey slowly let her hands fall from those of the other woman's, leaving them pressed into her sides. She leaned forward so that their lips were brushing against each other. "Don't think so much," she whispered against the soft mouth of the detective, moving to resume the press of their lips against one another.

Casey, knowing that Olivia was feeling a bit uncomfortable, kissed the other woman leisurely. She let their lips brush against one another over and over, with the lightest of pressures, before moving her hands to resume their place around the brunette's neck. They continued like this for a few moments, Casey softly kissing the detective, trying to convey a place of comfort and safety, with Olivia rooted to her spot and her hands still frozen against the waist of the redhead.

Just when she was about to pull back, the ADA felt the twitch of fingers on her sides, and slowly, the brunette's hands began to move. Olivia leaned forward to press her lips against the redhead's more firmly, her tongue snaking out to flitter against the seam of closed lips. When the other woman granted her access, she plunged her tongue into her mouth, searching every crevice, twist, and turn. She tried to drink her in, all of her, and one hand left the counselor's waist to tangle in her hair, grasping the back of her head and pulling her closer.

Slowly, they resumed the passion of the kiss they had been sharing before, and when they broke for air, Olivia pressed her lips to the ear of the redhead, asking for consent in a whisper of hot and wet air. At Casey's nod, the stone-like hands came to life, leaving where one was laced through her hair and placed over her bandage to rest both on her breasts.

The detective continued to nip at the spot behind the ADA's ear that she was learning was well-liked as her hands slowly felt the weight of the breasts within her palms, the hands of the other woman pressing the detective's fingers into her, silently asking her to squeeze. Olivia did, and Casey immediately let out a low moan. At this, Olivia did it again, eliciting the same response, and she could feel her own arousal growing quickly.

When the detective combined this action with the soft bite and soothing lick to the special spot behind the counselor's ear, Casey threw her head back, letting out a moan of her companion's name.

When the detective nipped at her neck yet again, the counselor leaned forward, fusing their lips together, and subconsciously rocking her hips against the detective. Surprised, the brunette let out a gasp, and the other woman halted as she realized what she'd done. The strong hands left her breasts, and an apology was forming on her lips when the hands found their way to her hips and grasped them tightly. After a moment, Olivia's eyes met Casey's and she breathed, "again."

Following the command of her companion, the redhead rocked her hips experimentally against the detective. The brunette let out a breath, and she did it again.

Again.

Again.

Soon, she was shamelessly grinding against the woman on the couch, all too happy to have her here, like this. Olivia leaned forward, pressing her lips to the lawyer's yet again, her tongue invading her mouth and her own hips rising to meet the thrusts above her. Her hands came up to resume their place grasping the breasts of the ADA, and when she left the redhead's lips to press a kiss to her collar bone, Casey knew her shirt had to go, and she breathed, "take it off."

Without a moment's hesitation, the detective's fingers found the hem of the tee, and she effortlessly pulled it up and over the other woman's head, casting it to the floor.

Casey was now in front of her in just her bra and sweatpants, and Olivia's mind was riddled with the sight of milky white skin.