A/N: Still pretty M-rated.

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 15

kateandharvey

The ADA moved forward to resume kissing the brunette, but Olivia gently stopped her. For long moments, she simply took in the sight of the half-naked redhead in her lap. Her eyes ran from her face, to her long, gracious neck, to the strong collarbone and shoulders, finally finding the swell of her breasts. Her eyes traced slowly over her curves, trailing down to look at the tight stomach muscles and taking note of the white bandage still attached to the woman's skin. Lingering there only for a moment, she soon resumed her absorption of the face and chest in front of her, trying to burn the memory of the sight into her brain.

While she was still incased in a nude lace bra, there was very little left to the imagination, and Olivia was overcome with emotion at how fortunate she felt to be allowed the image in front of her. She knew that Casey was attractive, and she was well-aware of the strong, intelligent, and feisty woman that lay underneath the skin. However, here, in this moment, the ADA reached a new level of beautiful, and the detective felt her throat growing dry at the sight.

Not knowing what to say, she leaned forward to briefly encase the counselor's lips in her own in a gently kiss, and wordlessly grasped her porcelain hands, bringing them slowly to her breasts. Echoing the counselor's own words from before, Olivia whispered against her lips, "touch me," and Casey did.

Her hands pulled and squeezed through the material of the other woman's tee for long moments, starting out gently but increasing in pressure as the brunette egged her on. Even when she pressed her lips into those across from her, she was still listening attentively for the responses to her ministrations: using the information to deduce what her companion liked most.

While Casey considered herself a rather good lover, being in this position with someone she knew most intimately felt a lot like a completely new ballgame, and she didn't want to misstep. She was enjoying every second of the encounter, and the fear she had at it ending was coursing through her in a way she had never felt anything before.

Her every fiber was on full alert at the feeling of Olivia's body, and every molecule of her own ached to feel the other woman as closely as she possibly could. She was aroused in a way that she didn't even know was possible, and while she knew that—despite her previous teasing—she was physically unable to perform as she'd like, she hoped there was much more to come from this passionate encounter.

The counselor's entire being was encased at the feeling, taste, and essence that was Olivia Benson, but in the back of her mind lingered a dark cloud that worried about the aftermath of this passionate release. Would the detective's walls shoot back up? She didn't know, but for now, there was only this to be a part of in the present moment, and boy, was she a part of it.

She spent her time touching the brunette trying to memorize every curve, crevice, and angle and note how they coincided with the sounds coming from the other woman's mouth. However, the attention she was giving to the detective's moans and sighs faded away quickly when she felt soft, wet lips on the swell of her breast. She did everything in her power not to moan, and it felt like everything was happening so fast and yet not fast enough.

The feeling of the ADA's talented hands on her breasts felt like heaven, and while Olivia was becoming more aroused each second that the hands were on her body, she found herself encompassed by the curiosity of what the milky white skin of the other woman tasted like at the crest of the curves under her collarbone. Giving into the temptation, she leaned forward, running her lips across the skin and sighing at the knowledge she was desperate to know. When her tongue snaked out to give a taste at the edge of the creamy bra, the redhead sighed her name, and Olivia thought she might come undone.

Feeling overwhelmed with her arousal, she fused her lips to Casey's yet again, her tongue finding that of the other woman's and stroking against it. The ADA's hands left her breasts to tangle in her hair, and she leaned forward so far that Olivia fell further back against the couch.

No longer was Casey in her lap. Now, the counselor was on top of her.

It was when the detective asked to reach under the nude lace that the lawyer suggested the garment simply be removed. At this suggestion, the detective pulled back far enough to make eye contact and was met with a deliberate nod. Wordlessly, she moved her rough hands to the back clasp of the redhead's interfering material and felt for the clasp.

She struggled for long moments, the ADA patiently waiting, before she let out a laugh. The still-covered woman gave her a confused look, and she said, "I never thought I'd have another awkward first time, but here I am." They both chuckled at this, and she added, "Who would've thought I don't know how to work a bra clasp?"

Casey laughed heartily now, smiling in relief at the calm and collected attitude of the older woman. She reached behind her to remove the garment herself, and had just undone the first clasp when she heard the distinct sound of a knock at the door.

The two women looked at each other in shock for a short time, each thinking the sound was only in their head. The cloud of arousal around them quickly began to fade when they heard the sound again, and Casey hurried up and off of the detective, re-hooking the bra and grabbing her shirt from the floor. She effortlessly pulled it over her head, and Olivia shot up from the couch to see who had the audacity to interrupt their passion.

While she glanced through the peephole to be met with a familiar face, the ADA hobbled hurriedly down the hallway to visit the bathroom and make herself look more presentable.

The detective opened the door, stepping back, and greeting, "Hey," to the man on the other side.

"Hey," none other than Fin Tutuola strutted into the place the women were calling home, moving into the living room without invitation. He began to speak, and then stopped. He gave his friend a once-over. "You okay?" His face was full of concern at the brunette with the heavy breathing and flushed face.

"Fine," Olivia smiled, her eyebrows raising slightly, and gestured for the fellow detective to have a seat. "Why?"

He was still suspicious, even as he lowered himself to the couch. "You look like you just ran a marathon." When the brunette didn't respond, his head tilted slightly. "You and Novak going at it already?"

Nearly jumping from her skin, Olivia's eyes widened slightly. "No, of course not."

Fin sat back, shrugging his shoulders in his leather jacket. "If you say so." He took a breath, getting right to the point, "Where's she at?"

The detective, taking in the sight of the concerned man, knew something was up. He was not here with good news. Her brow furrowed, and she glanced down the hall. "Bathroom, I think." Checking the hallway momentarily and finding it empty, she turned to her long-time friend. "Tell me."

He shook his head. "You should both see this."

Olivia, growing upset already, demanded, "She can't handle it, whatever it is. Not right now." She leaned toward him and repeated, "Tell me." He gestured for the brunette to sit, and she did.

Fin spoke quietly, pulling a manila envelope out from his jacket. "Anderson's been planning this for longer than we thought."

"He's only been out a little over a week," she was confused.

The man emptied the contents of the envelope onto the table. "You ever notice anyone followin' you?"

Olivia shook her head. "You think I was being tailed?"

Fin sighed. "Only when you and Novak were together."

The female detective reached forward, grasping at the photos on the table and taken aback by what she saw. There were hundreds of them and they spanned a large time frame: her and Casey walking together in Central Park, sharing a coffee at the local shop, hugging in front of the ADA's flat, laughing together outside of the botanical garden, sharing smiles coming out of the movie theatre, and even sharing a ride home after the Chief's Ball the year before. Gasping, Olivia's fingers gently sifted through the photos, her shock growing as fast as her fear.

It was at this moment that Casey re-entered the room, immediately realizing she was walking into thick air, and stopping her greeting for the male detective from falling off of her lips. She moved closer to the table, casting a quick glance at Olivia, and her eyes widened as she took in the photos she saw.

Immediately, she felt so attacked, so intruded on, so violated. The soft moments she had shared with the detective were documented and now spread out for the entire world to see. They were moments she didn't even know existed until the past few days, and while she had just been half-naked on Olivia's lap, the evidence of emotional intimacy made her feel as if she was naked in front of everyone that knew her.

Her fingertips brushed a particular photo, and when she read the message, she didn't need to be told. She knew where these had come from. What she didn't understand is what they meant.

Breaking her thoughts, Olivia asked Fin bleakly, "Was there any message attached?"

He nodded to the photo Casey held in her hands, and Olivia moved to see it for herself.

At first glance, it seemed innocent enough. They were at a restaurant having dinner, and any onlooker that knew them would assume it was after a long case. However, if one looked closely, they would see exactly what they felt that night. It was the first night that things between them felt different with no explanation. If you asked either one of them, they wouldn't have an answer and would probably deny its existence, but something about the night shifted things between the two friends.

There was something about the way that they sat, each leaning in over the table so that they were talking closely. Napkins were on laps, but hands were under chins as if they both were taking in the image of the other. You could see the intimate setting in the way their heads were slightly tilted, and Casey sported a proud smirk with Olivia, head tilted back, mouth wide, and clearly letting out a laugh. On this night, there had been a moment that the counselor could distinctly remember thinking of how beautiful the other woman was, and even now, looking at the photo, she didn't know how it never dawned on her before.

The photo would truly be a beautiful moment captured in time if it was without the dark red letters written across the bottom: something to lose.