A/N: This chapter is M-rated. There is no plot revealed here if you skip this chapter.
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 17
kateandharvey
Both women lay awake for long moments, silent, trying to get comfortable. When Olivia turned from her back to her side, she was surprised to find the redhead on her own side, eyes open and sparkling in the dim light of the bedroom. Without her permission, a smile graced the face of the detective, and she asked, "what?"
A lazy smile found its way across the counselor's face. "Nothing," she adjusted slightly in bed, "Just looking at you."
"I can see that," One perfectly shaped brown eyebrow arched upward. "Why?"
Feeling flirtatious, Casey responded, "I like the view."
Olivia rolled her eyes, trying to shove off the feelings that exploded within her. She had never been looked at like this before. The counselor looked at her as if she was a wild creature that had suddenly been tamed. Her eyes sparkled with unbridled care and passion, and the detective could see in them what she'd always known: Casey Novak understood her as no one else ever had. The brunette felt it was because of this that everything seemed different.
In past relationships, Olivia was untrusting, a slow-mover, and mostly interested in the physical intimacy and release that came with having a steady partner. She had had many companions confess their love for her, and more often than not those relationships had ended with awkward conversations and hurt feelings. It would be fair to say that she was a black widow of sorts, and against all knowledge of her reputation and track record, she could not seem to find herself comfortable enough to dispel it.
While her time with Casey was no stranger to her cautious and paranoid ways, there was something about knowing that when you were being looked at, you were truly being seen that made her feel differently, both about the redhead herself and their blossoming relationship.
Olivia had truly meant what she had said: she was in love with the redheaded ADA. However, the feelings she felt when with her went deeper than her own attraction for the other woman. It was easy to see Casey as someone that was attractive: with her naturally red locks, frail frame, and well-placed curves, the woman was a walking goddess. On top of her looks, she was intelligent: not only in the books, but with street smarts, too. Her wit was unmatched by anyone else the detective had ever met, and the way she carried herself was something to be both intimated by and envious of. The same lawyer that was such a diligent worker was also an extremely funny woman with a sense of humor and dash of silliness that only a certain type of person could appreciate.
Casey really was the entire package, and this knowledge, on top of how Olivia felt not only loved but loved for who she truly was, made the experience of being with her—even only for a few short hours—an experience unmatched.
The brunette was pulled by her thoughts by the sound of a frustrated groan coming from the other woman's mouth, and when she redirected her attention next to her, she found the green eyes still studying her every angle. In almost a childlike manner, the ADA pouted. "This whole slowing down thing is stupid."
The detective couldn't help the chuckle that passed her lips. "You're the one that said it."
"I know I did," she said, "And I do stand by the idea that it's a good plan." She grumbled, "It doesn't mean I have to like it."
Silently agreeing with a whole body aching to feel the redhead's heat, the older woman lifted her arm, softly requesting, "C'mere."
Without hesitation, Casey moved closer, pressing her body into that of the detective's and snuggling into her strong frame. She wrapped her arms around the woman's torso, trying to get close enough to melt into her, and hoping that it would satisfy the desire welled up inside of her. She kept trying to get closer, because closest just wasn't close enough. She was moving her legs, shifting her arms, and rubbing her head around the material of the brunette's body. Try as she might, nothing seemed to be working.
After her slim elbow had met the other woman's stomach uncomfortably for the third time, she whispered, "screw it," under her breath and flipped over, straddling her companion, pressing her lips into Olivia's. The mouth under hers immediately opened to invite her tongue in, and she effortlessly accepted the invitation, nearly sighing in relief at feeling the soft flesh against her own.
Soon, merely kissing lips wasn't enough, and the ADA pulled her mouth from the detective's to trail kisses down the olive-skinned neck. "Casey," Olivia said, letting out sighs at the ministrations of the counselor, "I thought you wanted to slow it down."
"I did," she mumbled through flicking her tongue against an ear, "And now I don't." She sat up, pulling her shirt from her head in one swoop, and looked down at the brunette laying against the pillows below her. "Do you?"
At the sight of the redhead clad only in that damn nude bra, Olivia couldn't think of a single reason to not spend the next few hours making love to the woman, and shook her head. "No."
"Good." Her Cheshire grin only grew as she quickly flicked the clasp of her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders, and sending it sailing to the bedroom floor.
The detective let out an immediate gasp at the sight of the bare-chested woman in her lap, and gave in to the sudden desire to taste the skin that was now in front of her eyes. She leaned forward to press a single kiss to the pale valley that dipped below the two mounds as her hands cupped the weight of them. She pressed and toyed, enjoying the reactions of the younger woman, and when prompted, she removed her palms from the counselor's breasts and replaced them with the tips of her fingers.
They easily found the darkened peaks that resided there, and she experimented with pushing, pulling, tugging, and flicking. A single quick glance at Casey's face told her that she was doing something right, and she leaned forward to discover the taste of the tips between her fingers.
At this, Casey let out a gasp, her hands finding Olivia's hair and holding her close. The ministrations of the detective's mouth only lasted for a few moments before the ADA pulled at the brunette's shirt, and the older woman pulled back to get rid of it.
The ADA was no stranger to the form of a naked woman, but there was something about the black lacy bra the other woman was clad in that made her feel warm beneath the belt. She'd imagined the image of a naked Olivia so many times—only fleetingly when she'd had one too many glasses of wine and allowed herself to—and for whatever reason, black always seemed to be the color. Now, she was seeing it in true form, and she couldn't believe she was lucky enough to finally, actually, be here. She immediately reached forward to move the garment out of the way, and with a nod of agreement from her companion, she expertly flicked the clasp, pulling the straps down the muscled shoulders and letting the material hit the floor, falling next to her own.
A single brunette eyebrow raised, and the lawyer was asked, "Should I be worried about how easy that was for you?" She was only teasing, but the laughter died in her throat when she felt the warm mouth of the redhead on her newly revealed skin.
Olivia was no innocent virgin, but if the workings on her breasts were any indication, there was definitely a difference when having sex with another woman.
When she felt a light nip, she breathed the redhead's name, her hands threading through her hair and muscles pulling tight underneath the sheets. Feeling the passion rising, the ADA pulled back from her assault on the breasts of the brunette. Still in her position straddling the detective, she asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
The arousal-fused haze weakening only slightly at the seriousness of the question, Olivia nodded. "Yes. You'll have to be patient with me, but there's nothing I want more than to be as close to you as possible." At this, Casey moved off of the other woman, laying to her side for a more convenient position to remove her pants. "I love you, and I-"she cast a glance at the woman, raising an eyebrow to challenge her, quickly rolling over so that her body was on top of the redhead's, the length of her warming the pale skin. The ADA's breath caught in her throat, and she stopped moving. "Isn't that my job?" The detective breathed.
Raising her hands above the sheets in a show of innocence, Casey replied, "I'm impatiently waiting to make love to you, but I didn't know if you remembered. With how old you are and all-" Olivia fused her lips to the counselor's, her tongue invading the warm cavern immediately. The redhead gave as good as she got, and when one kiss ended and another began, she used her position below the detective to roll them over so that the other woman was now laying against the pillows and she was straddling her hips. As they kissed, her hands worked their way down, stroking the brunette's thighs under the sheets. When her hand moved experimentally to the inside of Olivia's left thigh, the detective mumbled against her lips, "Take them off."
Casey did just that, pulling all of the older woman's clothing down her legs, off of her feet, and and casting them to the floor. She resumed stroking the inner thighs, mouth still occupied with that of the brunette. After a few strokes, she moved her hand to press her palm between the muscular legs. Olivia sighed her name, and she explored the warmth she found there for a few moments. Soon, her companion seemed ready to come undone, and with a press to her lips, she darted under the covers to find the crevice of the other woman's legs with her mouth.
She planted soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses there, and then dove in. Olivia's hips bucked with every movement, and it wasn't long before the detective was requesting that Casey's fingers join the mix.
The ADA had an expert tongue in the courtroom, and the brunette was quickly discovering that that also applied to her bedroom. She stroked, pushed, pulled, teased, and flicked. She was in no hurry, wanting to enjoy every minute of her exploration of the strong-willed detective, and this showed in her ministrations. If things went too fast, she wouldn't be able to commit each gasp, sigh, and breath to memory, and the only thing she wanted in the moment was to make sure she knew how to make the detective feel as good as she should. She spent her time teasing the brunette to the brink, and right when she was about to break, pulling her back again.
After many moments of this pleasurable torture, Olivia sighed, "Casey…please," and the lawyer gave in, continuing her actions while the other woman's muscles tightened, hips bucked, and back arched. The moan that she let out went right to the warmth between the ADA's legs, and she would be a fool not to commit the look on the other woman's face to memory. Hyper-aware of the experience of the detective, the redhead slowed her actions, gently bringing the other woman down from her peak, and helping her to comfortably return to reality. When her movements slowed and eventually came to a stop, Casey pulled herself from between her legs, moving so that she could join her against the pillows.
Olivia looked completely and utterly mystified, and the redhead swelled with pride at the thought that she did it. The detective, still flushed and breathing heavily, turned to look at the woman next to her. "What did I say after we kissed?" She smiled lazily, "I think it was holy shit."
Casey laughed, smiling proudly. "I'm glad you enjoyed your first female experience."
"You say that like it's over."
The redhead smiled softly, reaching out to rub the shoulder of the detective. "It can be." She shrugged, "I'm not in a hurry, and I am more than happy to simply envelope myself in you again."
"Oh no, Counselor." The brunette argued, breathing slowly returning to normal. "That is not how this is going to work."
This time, the eyebrow raised was on the face of the ADA. "Oh, really?"
"I'm sorry if no one told you, or if your past relationships have been different," Olivia moved, rolling over so that her warm, naked frame was above the body of the redhead, "but this one will include a lot of time with you on your back." Casey's body flooded with heat at this, her breath tightening and chest growing warm. "At least…" Olivia's brow furrowed slightly, and she looked inquisitively at the ADA, "I think." The redhead laughed at this, nodding, and the detective joined her. "Okay, okay, good." She smiled, "It's hard to be sexy when you only kind of know what you're doing."
"Trust me, I'm turned on enough, you don't have to try." The face of the lawyer was serious, and her hands came up to cradle the cheeks of the brunette. "I love you, Olivia."
The other woman smiled. "I love you, too." After pressing a quick kiss to her lips, the detective leaned forward, finding the earlobe of the redhead and nipping gently. "Now…" her tongue traced the shell of the ear, "Show me how to touch you."