Casey fell asleep shortly after she and Olivia ordered their lunch and ate it in bed together. She had been feeling very sleepy lately, but she had merely been blaming it on how late she had been staying up with Olivia lately. She had to take advantage of the opportunity though, since Olivia was often gone before she woke up and came home after she had already gone to bed, which did not leave a whole lot of time for them to spend as a couple, save those few precious hours they had together on weekends (when Olivia wasn't called in).
She snuggled closer to Olivia in her sleep, purring contentedly. She relaxed easily when she felt her wife's arm around her and the kiss the detective placed on her head. She had just started to enjoy her current fantasy when Olivia's phone rang, loudly enough to make Casey bolt into a sitting position, worried. When she realized what had caused the ruckus, she collapsed against the pillows once more. Rubbing her eyes, she sleepily asked "Damn, babe, do you think you have that thing loud enough?"
"Sorry," Olivia apologized, checking the caller ID. She shot Casey an apologetic look and answered it, with her trademark one word response. "Benson."
Casey sighed, closing her eyes as she listened to the conversation. She thought they were supposed to be on vacation as a couple and away from work, but this was blowing that theory out of the water. But she held back on voicing her feelings, because she didn't want to spark an argument. So, instead, she bit her tongue and simply listened. Olivia seemed to be getting frustrated, if her harsh tone was any indication.
"I told him that I am on vacation. I can't exactly travel all the way to Manhattan right now just because he doesn't know how to handle a victim." The detective sighed as she listened to the person on the other end. Casey had her theory as to who was calling, a theory that was confirmed when Olivia said "Amanda, I know that if she doesn't testify he will go free, but-" She paused to listen again. "No, no, I understand. I'll figure something out." Almost immediately after finishing her sentence, Olivia hung up and tossed her phone lightly onto the nightstand, where it landed with a clatter. She turned to Casey. "Case-"
"Don't," Casey said, sitting up once more. "I get it. Your job needs you." She knew she was being a bit unfair, since she had known since day one that there would be times when she couldn't have Olivia all to herself. But this was different. They were supposed to be enjoying a romantic vacation, and, as had happened too many times, the magical phone call interrupted everything. Casey swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, holding the sheets around her naked body.
Olivia sighed deeply. "Casey, honey, please come back to bed."
Casey turned to look at her. "I'm not in the mood," she replied quietly. "Besides, when do they need you by?"
Olivia hesitated, which told Casey that she was debating how best to break the news. "Tomorrow morning," she answered.
"Then I guess we had better start packing," Casey answered coldly. She didn't mean for her voice to be so harsh. She understood that this was extremely important, but at the same time, she felt let down. However, she knew that if a victim needed help, it wouldn't be fair to keep Olivia away, no matter how badly she wanted her wife.
While she was thinking, Olivia had snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her tightly as she placed gentle kisses along the redhead's neck. "Do you forgive me?"
"Yes," Casey responded softly, and she knew in her heart that she meant it.
Olivia smiled softly, still holding her protectively. "You're still my princess."
"You're still my queen," Casey murmured, her own lips curling into a gentle smile. She turned around and kissed Olivia passionately. "We should pack, babe," she said. "I'm going to fold our clothes."
Olivia nodded, breaking away from the embrace. "I'll see if I can schedule a flight for sometime tonight. I promise I will make this up to you. I'm really sorry, honey. I know how excited you were for it to be just us, on a tiny island, away from the troubles of the world..."
"Okay, I get it," Casey said, rolling her eyes. "It will be fine, Olivia, don't worry about it. Just remember that you owe me, and once you pay up, only then will I forgive you," she added with a sly smirk.
"Keep that up and we will never leave this hotel room," Olivia warned her, her chocolate brown eyes flickering with lust.
Casey smiled softly. "I love you," she replied.
"Then come here and let me say sorry the proper way," Olivia answered.
Casey sighed and walked over to the bed. As Olivia pulled her down on top of her, kissing her passionately, Casey moaned quietly. She knew it would be so easy to get caught up in the moment. But as Olivia rolled over and pinned her to the bed, deepening the kiss, Casey shook her head. "We can't. There's...so much to...do," she murmured, her logical side coming into sharp conflict with her hormones.
"Casey," Olivia whispered, brushing her fingertips across Casey's bare thighs.
Casey moaned again, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin. "We can't," she repeated, though less convincingly this time. God. Why did Olivia have such a drastic effect on her?
Olivia sighed, pulling back. "I know," she murmured, placing one final kiss on Casey's lips. She stood up from the bed and helped Casey do the same. "You knew what you were getting into when you married a cop," she murmured.
"I know," Casey said.
"How do you feel about it now?" Olivia asked.
Casey smiled. "I feel the same as I always have, Olivia," she answered. "I love you, and as much as I hate losing our special time together quite frequently, well, it's worth it to be your wife. And I love you."
"I'm glad," Olivia replied, kissing her once more. "How about you go take a shower and I'll browse for plane tickets. If I finish early, I may just pop in for a visit."
Casey rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh no, the Big Bad Detective is out to get me. I guess I better hide," she added with a playful smirk. Winking, she headed into the bathroom and closed the door as Olivia sat down on the bed with her laptop. It was still going to be a long night, just not for the reasons either woman had expected.