As soon as the door to Olivia's bedroom shuts, Barba's lips are back on hers. His body presses her against the door as she fumbles with the knot on his tie. He helps her- pulling down on the knot and quickly pulling it over his head- before she pulls his lips back down to hers. Her hands tug at his hair before making their way down his chest to the buttons of his shirt.

Barba slides one of his knees between her legs to brace himself on the door. They break off the kiss to catch their breath when the new position forces his arousal against her hip. As Olivia fumbles with the buttons of Barba's shirt, damn mother of pearl!, Barba starts a trail of kisses down her jawline to her neck. He can feel her heartbeat racing under his lips. He nips the pulse point where her neck meets her shoulder- making it nearly impossible for Liv to concentrate on that last button. But she does. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders only for it to get stuck on his cufflinks.

He breaks off his expedition to bring his hands up between them. They both fumble with the cufflinks. "Fuck, you wear to many clothes!" He looks up at her and grins as both cufflinks come undone. She finally gets his shirt off his shoulders and he makes quick work of his undershirt before crashing his mouth back down onto hers.

Her hands go to his belt- his make their way under her sweater. His fingertips trace softly up her sides to her rib cage- setting her skin on fire.

His exploration is short lived, however. As soon as his fingertips move over the raised portion of skin just below her breast, he knows exactly what it is. He sucks in a breath, breaking off the kiss. She stills beneath his hands.

He had seen the hospital's report- committed to memory where every scar would be- where every cigarette was put out, every hot key placed against her skin. But he had gotten swept up. It suddenly occurred to him that this may be the first time she'd done this since Lewis had abducted her the second time. Fuck.

He leans his head against the door beside hers- determined to catch his breath. It suddenly occurs to him how still she's gotten. He closes his eyes, "I'm sorry. It caught me off guard." He turns, talking into her neck. "God I'm so sorry, Liv."

Olivia runs her hands gently up his bareback to his shoulders and pulls him away so she can look him in the eye. "We're not doing this again, Barba. What he did, it's on him."

Barba nods but she can see the moisture in his eyes. He closes them and leans his forehead against hers. "You knew, you and Rollins, from the start. If I had just-" She slips her hand into his and gives it a squeeze 'there's nothing you could've done'. He gets the unspoken message. He lets out a heavy sigh and pulls back- looking at her. "We don't have to—we don't have to do this tonight- if you don't want to."

She uses their intertwined hands to pull him closer. "Please, don't let him ruin tonight. I want this. I want you. I have for a long time. I just couldn't admit it. I need this."

He stares at her reverently. God, she's amazing. He'd never forgive himself for what happened to her but she had.

She takes his momentary silence as hesitation. "Unless you don't want—" Her confidence as suddenly fallen away. "It's ok, we don't—"

She tries to drop his hand but he squeezes hers- bringing her eyes back to him. He steps in closer- their faces now mere centimeters apart. "Trust me, I want." His eyes dart down to her lips before coming back to her eyes. "I'm sorry." He moves in and kisses her softly. It's slow and sensual, his tongue sliding across her bottom lip- begging permission to enter. She parts her lips and their tongues tangle once more.

He spins them around and backs them toward the bed never losing contact. When the back of her legs hit the bed, he breaks away to pull her sweater up over her head. Barba steps back to take in her bare upper half. As much pain as the scars across her torso bring him- he can't help but think how beautiful she is. He gives her a look of adoration as he moves back in to continue their make out session.

Her hands move back to his pants. She makes quick work of them- pushing them over his hips as he steps out of them rather clumsily in an attempt keep kissing her.

Barba slips a finger into the waistband of her yoga pants and drags them down her legs- leaving them both in only their underwear. He stands and pulls her into him kissing her soundly. The sensation of her bare breasts against his chest hair sets them both on fire.

He lowers her gently onto the bed. As he kisses her, his hand makes it's way up her side to her breast- cupping it gently before rolling the nipple between his fingertips. She gasps. He breaks off the kiss and proudly grins down at her, "Sensitive?"

She responds by moving one hand around to cup the bulge straining to break free of his boxers. He shutters, closes his eyes, lets out a breathless "Dios mio".

She returns his grin, "You were saying, Counselor?"

He gives the nipple another quick flick before lowering his lips to it. Her hands come up to seize his hair. He's now so hard it's verging on pain but he's determined to take his time.

As he continues his assault with his tongue- his hand makes it's way back down Olivia's body and into her underwear, finding she's more than ready for him too. He brushes his fingertips through her curls and quickly finds the small nub underneath. As he circles it, Olivia is overcome with sensation. Moaning loudly, she arches into him- her nails digging into his shoulders and neck. His finger moves away, replaced by his thumb as he slips a finger into her and hooks it to find the perfect spot.

Now it's her turn to shutter. "Jesus!" If she had known he was this good at this, she'd have never waited this long.

He smiles against her breast before flicking his tongue over her nipple. He's quickly becoming obsessed with how sensitive they are.

Suddenly, he feels her hands grabbing at his shoulders- urging him to move back up her body. "I need you inside me."

He continues the movement of his fingers inside her but releases her nipple from his torturous onslaught to speak, "but I'm not done yet."

She can hardly breath much less think why is he making this a conversation?!

"Yes, you are!"

He gives her a sly smile before moving back up her body. They both divest themselves of their remaining clothing and he settles between her legs. He props himself up on his elbow and gazes down at her as he guides himself inside of her. They try to hold eye contact but the sensation is too much- eyes fluttering shut.

His free hand guides her leg up to his back. She starts to move but his hand nearly leaves bruises when it tightens on her hip- stilling her. He lets out a shuttering breath. "Jus- just one second." He opens his eyes and meets hers, smiling sheepishly. "Been awhile. I don't want this to be over too quickly."

She smiles back. He leans in and gives her the most sensual kiss of her life. All his love- in one small act.

And then he starts to move. Slowly, deliberately at first, he continues his kisses along her jaw and down her neck. But eventually, he can't take his time any longer. He buries his head in her shoulder- thrusting into her hard and fast. And she's right there with him. They set a perfect rhythm driving one another closer and closer to their climax.

He feels her walls start to tighten around him and feels her bite down on his shoulder in an attempt to muffle her scream as she crashes over the edge. A few more quick thrusts and he's tumbling over right behind her.

He slows and she hugs him to her. He plants soft kisses along her shoulder, whispering to her softly in Spanish. Eventually, he raises himself up on his elbow to take her in.

Neither one of them needs to say anything- the look of adoration in both their eyes says it all.

He kisses her softly and then rolls onto his back, bringing her with him. She rests her head on his chest and runs her fingertips softly, up and down his ribcage in a post-climactic haze. He draws gentle circles on her back with his hand. Within minutes both fall into the deepest sleep they've had in at least three years.