Tempt Me, Barba
Summary: Rafael Barba has a surprise waiting for him and a new detective is transferred from Chicago PD, originally from the Dominican Republic. This surprise, and this detective, what do they have in common?
Warning: Sexual content, mature language, possible violence, and too much time on my hands.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Law&Order: Special Victims Unit, Chicago PD, and/or any and all of their affiliates.
UPDATE: Thank you Rossi's Lil Devil, you made my day with your review. You'll be happy to know that this chapter is especially for you!
Note- I know that not all of the readers speak Spanish, so like in the first chapter, I will italicize the English translation whenever Amaro, Barba, and Effy exchange Spanish dialogue. Fair is fair and I wanted to make sure that you enjoy this fanfiction and understand what the characters are saying.
In case you missed it…
Elizabeth "Effy" Santa Rosa made a smashing appearance at NYPD's SVU division from Chicago PD. She's making friends with everyone and they seem to like her a lot. She's gorgeous and doesn't take shit from anyone. However, Rafael Barba finds that to be irresistible. What will happen when she asks him to help her move in to her new apartment? Some light lime and teasing! And….of course, some profanity.
Chapter Two- What do you think? Que opinas?
After Effy's first day at the precinct, it was Sunday. A much-needed day off for the team was in order, so it was taken full advantage of by everyone.
Nick was hanging out with Amanda and her dog Frannie at her place after a morning run.
Sonny was playing video games with Bella and her son, Cody.
Fin was with his son and son-in-law playing with Lola.
And Olivia was spending some quality time with Noah.
Where was Barba?
Well, he was in his apartment fixing things up and attempting to rearrange furniture. He was big on Feng Shui and liked when the energy in his home was at least light and positive.
His two-bedroom, two-bathroom loft was spacious and a bit dark. His walls were blood red and black, reflective of his hard exterior. The furniture was modern, some chrome, stainless steel, wood, and of course couches. He was an Ikea man, but usually preferred the delivery guys to build the furniture. Everyone did.
His kitchen was always clean; he had small plants all around, and a bottle of Jack Daniels ready to go. His fridge was always stocked with food and drinks. When you live alone, you tend to keep everything in a surplus.
His bedroom, once a smaller room, was fused together with the second bedroom to make a spacious bedroom, but added French doors in the middle to utilize the second half of the room as an office.
He's never had a woman over at his place, so it lacked a feminine touch. It was a little lonely, but when you're an A.D.A, you have no time for such frivolity as female company, or love….
Or, do you?
A truck bumping into a trashcan outside of his apartment interrupted Barba's thoughts.
He had a feeling about the driver, as he felt his ears burn. A disgruntled and annoyed Barba made his way downstairs.
(Author's note: AWWWWW SHIT)
Effy was driving a U-Haul to a new apartment building. Unfortunately, she bumped into a trashcan when she tried to parallel park in front of the building. Scowling inside, she opened the truck's door.
She hopped out of the truck in a black AC/DC t-shirt, blue flannel top and grey shorts. She wore black low top converse. Her long, wavy hair was done up in a Gia Gunn style ponytail and her headband was a black bandana. (A/N: Please Google Gia Gunn in your image search engine and see how her hair is done.) It was sunny and hot outside so her skin seemed to glow when the sun fell upon her.
Barba opened the door to the apartment building and he could have sworn his heart stopped. Effy was in plainclothes, her badge shining in the sun hanging off of the waist of her shorts, looking so composed and calm.
Oh, what Barba would give to take her in that truck; however, he couldn't do that. He was a refined man, plagued with needs and desires…
"You're not the best at parallel parking, are you, Santa Rosa?" Barba said with a smirk.
"Se ve como que no (Looks like no)" Effy said nonchalantly, shrugging. She looked up at the apartment and wondered how she was going to get her furniture up the stairs.
"Oye, Rafi, (Hey, Rafi) you know how I can get my furniture up the stairs?"
Barba looked at her with wide eyes. 'Ella se va mudar aqui? (She's moving here?)'
The object of his wild desire was going to be a mere step away from him. This was a work of the Gods, he thought. He thought the Gods were teasing him with her being so close, and he was slowly starting to enjoy their cruel game.
"Well, there is a freight elevator. Te ayudo? (I'll help you?)" He said.
Some kids walking to a bodega saw Effy and Barba taking some boxes out of the truck and offered to help them out. Effy gave them $20 dollars each to have them help her but she asked them for their parents' phone numbers to ask their permission. After they gave her the green light, the cop, A.D.A, and the three teens unloaded the truck and filled the freight elevator in no time.
As the kids walked home waving at the adults, Effy waved back "Bye kids, thanks for all your help! Call me if you need anything!"
She looked at the truck and walked toward it. "Let me drive the truck. We can go home together since we're neighbors now. Is your car there at the lot?" Barba offered.
Effy grinned softly, "Sure Rafi. And yes, my car is at the lot. You're such a gentleman" She let her gaze linger on him as she handed him the keys.
Barba couldn't help but stare as she climbed into the passenger's seat of the truck. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and once his eyes got to her ass, he had to bite his lip. When she crossed her leg, he almost lost it.
This was going to be a difficult ride when Effy looked so fucking good and sat in such close proximity to him.
The sun was setting as they drove back to the apartment after dropping off the U-Haul truck and Barba looked at Effy with the most careful of gazes so as not to get caught.
His eyes traveled from her hair, always so neat and perfect, he imagined it cascaded all over the black pillows in his bed, to her face. He was marveling at how perfectly pouty her lips were, they were practically begging to be kissed and nipped at. His then took a look at her chest, heaving softly. How could a woman with such a slender and small frame be blessed with such an ample and perfect bosom? He was thinking about how her body would look writhing under his in such compromising positions, laying among the black and red silk covers he happened to own. Her legs were another story. He wanted to kiss up and down those beautiful, tan, perfect creations before he'd think about diving face-first into her womanhood; a taste he imagined to be sweeter than his guilty pleasure, Jolly Ranchers.
His pants got uncomfortably tight as the dirty thoughts tampered with his mind. He was yearning for Effy in the worst way.
His thoughts were interrupted by her voice. "Rafi. You okay?" Effy asked. She noticed he was rather quiet. She may have known Barba before, but she had forgotten that he was a man of few words and sometimes even fewer actions.
Well, to her knowledge, anyway.
They found a parking spot for Effy's car and parked there for the night. As they made their way inside the apartment, Effy and Barba's stomachs began to growl. They were famished after a long day of moving things into Effy's new place. How two Hispanic adults managed to forget to eat was beyond them.
"Let's order in. My unit, perhaps?" Barba said formally. He had a plan to get her into his place, but he wasn't going to dive into his fantasies that quickly. He was going to take it slow and steady, make her want more each time. She may have been a hardass like him, but she had softness about her, a certain vibe that Barba couldn't quite read on her yet.
"Sure, que quieres? (What do you want?) Effy asked.
"Italian?" He offered
"Mi favorite (my favorite)" she replied.
Barba led her upstairs; he lived on the 6th floor in the middle of the hall. She lived on the same floor toward the end of the hall, by the elevator.
When he turned the key and opened the door, the sight of his bachelor pad took her. It was clean, sophisticated, and well organized.
"Wow, que lindo. Vives solo, verdad? (Wow, how lovely. You live alone, right?)" Effy asked, taking in the small sights and lightly touching the plants around his apartment.
"Yes, I do. And thank you. A woman of your caliber deserves to be surrounded by an equally sophisticated environment," Barba said, with a smirk.
Effy took a seat on a black couch nearby and undid her hair. Glorious brown waves fell upon her shoulders, draping over the couch. "Your couch is very comfortable. Come sit, you must be tired since you helped with so much heavy lifting today!" she called to him.
'My bed is way more comfortable, you'd enjoy that more, my dear' Barba thought. His pants started to get tight
Barba was in the kitchen, pouring a glass of Jack Daniels, mixing it with Coca-Cola. He poured one for Effy as well. Once he was done, he made his way to the living room where Effy was relaxing. He thought it was too quiet and put the Pandora app on Major Lazer Radio. His favorite group was Major Lazer. It happened to be Effy's as well.
Their gaze met as they started drinking, seated so close to each other on the couch. Green eyes met green eyes as they set their drinks down on the coffee table.
"Oh Rafi, I want to thank you for helping me today. Had you not come downstairs, I would have probably taken all day doing this shit myself." Effy said with a smile, her hair falling over her eyes. She parted her long hair to the side, biting her lip.
Barba nodded a bit, reaching out to touch her hair. 'Que suave. Puedo imaginar como siente su cuerpo (How soft, I can imagine how her body feels)' he thought.
"These glasses are making my head hurt" Effy said softly, taking them off and putting them on the coffee table.
Barba's eyes seemed to linger on hers as he leaned in close, smelling her peach body wash on her skin.
Barba remembered a time when she was a socially awkward and skinny teenager visiting him and his family in Cuba on vacation 15 years ago. He thought nothing of the potential transformation that would take place upon her figure.
However, her body wasn't the only thing that made him want her. She had an expansive vocabulary, her Princeton education and graduating at the top of her class from the Police Academy, her Spanish was so sexy, and her sharpness matched his. Her fashion sense was impeccable as well (he imagined anything and everything could and would look immaculate on her). He never thought that something like this would take place with anyone, until she emerged that day at the precinct.
And yet, here she was, in his apartment, on his couch, inches away from his face. He wanted to kiss her so badly; he thought the Jack and Coke would taste better from her lips than his glass.
He leaned in and whispered, "Look at how beautiful you are. Certainly you think so, yes?"
She licked her lips slowly and replied with heavy-lidded eyes, "I like to think that I'm considerably adequate"
"Elizabeth Santa Rosa, you're more than adequate." Barba leaned in closer, and whispered into her lips, "No te puedo resistir (I can't resist you)" and he kissed her softly.
Effy reciprocated his boldness and she proceeded to kiss him back. His lips found their way down to her neck where he peppered her with kisses and light bites. "Oh Rafi," she sighed. Her hands ran across his back as he started to bite a little harder, he was enjoying himself.
Without a second thought, Barba grabbed Effy's upper thighs and pulled her on top of him. "You drive me wild, Elizabeth. Yo me vuelvo loco cuando pienso en ti (I go crazy when I think of you)" Barba said in a low voice as he let his hands find their way to her perfect ass. She gasped softly as he squeezed it hard, pressing her down on top of him. Effy threw her head back as his lips devoured her neck once more, traveling down to her cleavage. He noticed a splash of white lingerie under her shirt. He would have liked to see more, but not like this. He wanted her on his bed when the time was right.
Effy realized that she was putting Barba on a pedestal by letting him overpower her, so she grabbed his arms and tied his wrists down with her bandana. "Papi, you're not going to have all the fun here." She said as she started to kiss his neck. He moaned softly as he felt her teeth graze his skin. Barba secretly liked being called papi. Being Cuban, Spanish was sexy in almost any occasion. This was one of those occasions.
Effy took a quick sip of her drink and kissed him full on the lips, letting him taste the liquor on her breath mixed with the sweetness of the soda. She moved her hips ever so slightly and grazed his erection. Barba couldn't help but groan out loud, "tease" he growled at her.
Effy smirked, "I learned that from you, Rafi" and with that one sentence, Barba untied the bandana and grabbed her by the hips, pressing her into his throbbing manhood beneath his pants. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to have her.
Well, it would have had to wait because his buzzer rang. The food was here.
After some playful banter and sexual innuendo laced conversation over dinner, Effy was getting ready to go back to her unit.
Barba knew that was no place for her to sleep since nothing was set up yet.
This cheeky motherfucker knew what to do.
"Elizabeth, your place isn't ready yet. You might as well stay the night here and I'll help you unpack tomorrow." He said boldly.
Effy ran a hand through her hair, and sighed. "You're right…Are you sure it's fine if I spend the night? I don't want to impose."
Barba put his arms around her waist, cheekily putting them on her ass. "Si. (Yes)" He said simply. He led her to his bedroom and turned the light on. "Go ahead and find something to wear to bed. I have provisions for morning routines in either restroom. We'll just share my bed tonight." He called out as he put things away in the kitchen and straightened up the living room after.
Effy shrugged and started to shed her clothes. She took a button down that looked like it was part of a pajama set. Royal Blue silk. She put her clothes on an ottoman by her foot and folded them neatly. Her shoes were by the door and her socks beside them. She was down to a Victoria's Secret lacy white bra and matching white lacy underwear. She preferred the boy shorts so she stuck with those. Barba had a Bluetooth speaker on his night table so she connected her phone and put on Walking on A Dream by Empire of The Sun. She dimmed the lights and started to move her hips slowly. Barba walked in and saw her.
Her hair was parted to the side, and the silk shirt barely (really didn't cover) covered her ass. When she turned around, the shirt barely did anything for her bosom either. It was covered, but with two of the top buttons undone, you really couldn't tell. Barba was thinking she did that on purpose.
Her legs, like always, were a vision. He still desperately wanted to taste and feel what was in between them. With the way she looked, he would have ravaged her right there on his bed. Instead, he carried her to the bed. He then turned around to get undressed. Wearing only black boxers, he put his clothes away only to find Effy just the way he envisioned.
She was on his bed; her hair cascaded across the black pillows, her chest heaving slowly as she slept, and her body in perfect sync with the bed. He tucked her and himself in and held her close to him.
"Buenas noches. (Goodnight)" he whispered, as he drifted off to sleep.
What a chapter! Whew! I had to fan myself with my sunhat to process what I just wrote. Again, leave a review, and let me know how you felt about this chapter. I want Barba to express in later chapters how Effy makes him weak, even though he's such a hardass. Effy is going to be a challenge for me, given she's got a personality that almost mirrors Barba's.
Still, please show a little love for this chapter. I've worked on it all day and I really hope you like it!
Xoxo