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.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading chapter two! I'm happy for the feedback as always. Rossi's Lil Devil, I absolutely love you for being such a faithful reader and those who favorite and follow my story, you're all so wonderful and I promise I'll update as much as I can.
I've been dealing with some legal matters concerning my deceased father's property and it hasn't been easy. I'm still in the process of handling the matter, but I have until February for my first court date, so I'll have more than enough time to read the paperwork and update this story.
Again, thanks for your patience and here is chapter 3. Much love to you all and I wish you all a happy holiday and season's greetings. sends internet cookies and white wine
In case you missed it…
Barba helps Effy move into her new apartment, conveniently the same building he lives in, and across the hall… They have dinner and drinks at his unit and things do get a little hot. We last left off with the pair sleeping in the same bed. No funny business, but then, with two hardasses, there is nothing funny besides the tension that's arising between them. Let's see what happens…
Chapter 3: Food and Foreplay, Comida y Las Caricias Estimulantes.
Effy woke up around 6AM with Barba's arm around her waist and his face buried in her hair. She turned over to face him, and was pleased by Barba's peaceful sleeping face. Barba felt her soft breathing and he opened his eyes slowly.
"Buenos dias, Elizabeth (Good morning, Elizabeth)" Barba said groggily, as he kissed her forehead.
"Good morning Rafi" Effy giggled softly. She sat up straight and let out a heavy yawn. Her cleavage was visible to Barba through the nightshirt she took from his dresser. He was loving the view of the white lace from the shirt and he was imagining what he'd give to have one of those lovely mounds in his hands, or his mouth.
Barba was slowly getting hard and he was going to have a hard time trying to hide it from Effy, but then he realized the bedspread he had on the bed was a freaking duvet, so that kind of helped.
"Rafi, I'm hungry. I'm going to raid your kitchen and make breakfast. Accept it." Effy said as she got up and took off the nightshirt she was wearing. Barba was silently kicking himself that he didn't see that, but instead got it thrown at his face.
She's feisty. He liked it.
Barba was just lounging in his bed until he heard Effy yell "CARAJO!" (A/N: This is a Spanish expletive, that could honestly be construed in any way….like fuck, damn it, etc.)
He got up and saw that she knocked over one of his plants. He came over to her, only to see her in her bra and underwear, her hair over her right eye, with her left eye looking into both of his green eyes. His heart raced as she brushed his thigh lightly to reach for the plant pot that fell on its side.
'you could have gone higher…" Barba thought, mentally uppercutting himself in the jaw at the thought that he could have had her right there on the kitchen floor.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, Rafael Barba…
Effy got up and looked down at Barba. "Rafi, you do know breakfast is up here, verdad? (right?) she said, tilting her head questionably. Barba got up and lightly smacked Effy on the ass.
"I was enjoying the view, Elizabeth" Barba whispered in her ear before he grabbed some champagne and orange juice from his fancy stainless steel refrigerator. He was going to make mimosas, the ultimate breakfast companion.
He set out two plates and two champagne flutes on the table, while Effy put out the food. She made scrambled eggs with chorizo de res (spicy beef sausage), corned beef hash, bacon, spicy chicken sausage, fruit salad, and French toast.
"Oh my, Elizabeth. You outdid yourself this morning." Barba said with surprise.
"Well, thank you Rafi. Let's eat up, we've got to get to the precinct." Effy said as she served them both some good portions.
After eating and drinking a mimosa or two, Effy felt the need to shower.
"Hey, Rafi. I'm gonna go shower in one of your bathrooms, is that cool?" Effy called as she looked for one of the bathrooms.
"The first one is on the left" Barba called as he loaded the dishwasher. He himself needed a shower as well, so he proceeded to the second bathroom.
HOWEVER…
Has Barba been known for not peeking at an unwrapped gift?
If you're thinking yes, you're lying to yourself.
Barba noticed the door to the bathroom Effy was in was open just a crack. He peeked in a bit just in time to see Effy unhooking her bra. He looked down and saw that the little tag said "36D".
"Dios mio" Barba whispered as he saw her then drop her boyshorts. Even from the back, Elizabeth Santa Rosa was perfection in human form.
Barba felt his erection slowly rising and his forehead beading with sweat. Oh, how he wanted to come up from behind and ravish her. However, he was trying to compose himself and he managed to walk to the second bathroom to take an especially icy cold shower.
Effy was the first to emerge from the shower with a black towel. She heard Barba's shower still running so she left him a note on the door of his bedroom.
"Rafito!
Me fui a ponerme la ropa, vengo ahorita."
"Rafito!
I went to go put my clothes on. I'll be right back."
Effy dried her hair and put on a black chiffon top with forest green pants and black flats. She put on some Chanel perfume and put on some light makeup. She put in her contacts and left her glasses on her kitchen counter.
She grabbed her macbook and purse and went back to Barba's unit.
Barba got dressed and finished styling his hair. He spritzed on some Armani cologne and walked out of his bedroom fixing his tie. He looked up to see Effy lounging on the couch playing with her hair.
"Took you long enough. Ready to go?" Effy asked, walking up to Barba. He pulled her close to him, breathing in her perfume.
"I was born ready." Barba said before covering her neck in kisses.
Effy stopped him and held his chin in her perfectly manicured fingertips. "Careful, counselor. I'm wearing lipstick, I can mark that Cuban neck faster than you can bite mine."
She picked up her purse and strutted out.
"Fuck. Me." Barba said to himself as he followed her out and locked up the unit.
Effy and Barba walked into the precinct, and the buzz was in full force. The buzz wasn't about the two of them coming in together, there was a case already being addressed.
"Good morning, Sergeant Benson. What's the case?" Effy said.
"Effy, we've got an underage sex trafficking ring we might have uncovered and one of the girls is as young as 14. We found her passed out near the Ramble. You know, the gay cruising area? Now, she's not a lesbian, but we think a John or a pimp left her there to die. Her back has a tattoo in Spanish saying 'Perdoname por mis pecados'. Amaro translated this as 'Forgive me for my sins' She's recovering at Bellvue and she's going to need someone who can speak some Spanish. She's a Dominican girl from Washington Heights, and seeing how Amaro is on desk duty, you're my best person for this job." Olivia explained.
Effy was excited, but she maintained a level head and cleared her throat. "I'll get right on it. I'll head over right now." She excused herself and took her gun out of her locker. Barba couldn't help but watch her ass go left, right, left, right…
"Barba. You okay?" Olivia changed the subject.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Barba replied, adjusting his tie.
THREE HOURS LATER
Effy came back with a statement and there was already a rape kit in the works.
"Here you go, Sarge." Effy said as she handed the notes to Olivia.
While reading the notes, along with translations, pictures, names, vital information about the victim, and a phone number, Olivia was surprised. "Wow, this is good work, Effy. Thank you."
Barba was reading a newspaper when he peered over the paper at Effy. Green eyes met green when Olivia was getting ready to go over the findings with everyone.
"Actually, I want Effy to explain this. Let's hear her out." Olivia announced, smiling at Effy.
Effy stood up in the middle of the room and motioned for someone to bring the white board.
"Okay everyone, we've got a 14 year old victim of a sex trafficking ring. Her name is Carla Vasquez. She is a Dominican girl from Washington Heights, but she was born in Santiago, in the Dominican Republic. She answered this ad in the newspaper for a babysitting service. It was called Second Manhattan Moms. Their slogan, you ask? 'We find work so you don't have to!' I know that it sounds like BS, but I'll tell you this. When you live in Washington Heights, in any neighborhood, when you're trying to make money to make ends meet, you answer an ad. Her pimp was supposed to be her booker, never gave his real name; she gave me the name Serpiente, Serpent in Spanish. She said he had 8 other girls under his employ and would have them do their work in groups of three. He called them the Bermuda Triangles. The last place she went to with two other girls, Gina and Carmela, was a party on the Upper East Side. A high profile event, it was by word of mouth because there weren't many men there. There was Ecstasy and Marijuana in her system. She got sick and threw up. The pimp got mad and beat her. He raped her both conscious and unconscious. She has a black eye, scars, and ligature marks around her neck. On her upper thigh there are scratches and bite marks. The rape kit showed semen from two men, but also a prophylactic, so there could be a third man. The phone number she gave us was her church's number, Saint Francis of Assisi, a predominantly Hispanic populated church. I suggest calls should be made, talk to the head priest, see if there's anything about her we need to know. From there, we could try and reach out to her mother through the church."
She put up all the contents of her folder up on the board as she explained her findings. When she finished, everyone was speechless. Barba sat up straight. Sonny, Nick, Amanda, and Fin were shocked.
"Damn, Cocoa Butter's got balls." Amanda said.
"Thanks Georgia Peach." Effy replied, while high-fiving her in return.
"Well, Effy, you've done an amazing job gathering this information." Olivia said, patting Effy on the back.
"I just want to get this girl the justice she deserves and the other girls too. I wanna bring this ring to its knees and dissolve in one blow." Effy said, looking into Olivia's eyes.
Olivia could tell that she was serious. She felt for the girls, and wanted them returned safe to their families or back to their respective countries if it had to come to that.
"Take a break girl, you've done great." Olivia said. She walked away smiling. She loved Effy. Effy nodded affirmatively and grabbed her purse. She needed some food truck therapy.
Barba also got up and decided he needed some munchies as well. He walked down the street a block or two and saw Effy picking up some pasta alfredo with grilled chicken and sundried tomatoes. She bought some peach aloe vera water, too.
Barba opted for some macaroni and cheese with breadcrumbs and bacon from the food truck next to the one she was at.
"Elizabeth, picking up some carbs, I see?" Barba said with a smirk.
"Says the guy that picked up mac n' cheese" Effy countered, pointing at the container he was holding.
"Fair enough." Barba shrugged.
Effy may have been a tough woman, but she had a chill side to her.
After some food and conversation about the case, Effy and Barba made their way home. Effy still had to unpack the rest of her things into her apartment, Barba offered to help.
When they got to her unit, she unlocked the door and put her purse down on the kitchen counter. Barba took off his jacket and set it down on the plush turquoise couch Effy purchased.
"You have a unique color choice in furniture, Elizabeth." Barba called out to her.
"It's one of my favorite colors. The two white loveseats go with it nicely. I just need to put up the curtains and the paintings and it'll all come together nicely."
"I'll take care of that. What box is it in?" Barba asked.
"Those boxes are in my bedroom. This way." Effy motioned for him to follow her.
The boxes were all perfectly labeled and organized by room and fragility. Her bedroom had yet to be fixed up as well.
"You're living on top of everything. I'll take care of this. The organizers and interior designer that did my place can have this done by 9:30 PM tonight. I'll call them. Go ahead and unpack the rest of your clothes and things and order some food. Let's do Chinese tonight? Let them know Rafael Barba asked you to call and they'll bring by the usual order I get. You allergic to anything?"
Barba was in charge, and Effy seemed to like it.
Effy shook her head and smiled. "Oh Rafi, you take charge even when you don't have to" Effy flicked his necktie and grabbed her boxes labeled "Clothes", "Shoes", and "Necessities" to her bedroom. She set up camp in her walk-in closet and started putting things away. She was calling the Chinese food place to which Barba gave her the number.
After hanging up, she played some music on Pandora and went on unpacking. In the middle of the walk-in closet there was a four-way dresser. She put up her jewelry box and earring posts on top. She wasn't a hoop earrings type of lady; she liked small, unique studs and a few ear cuffs. She had her ears pierced 5 times on both ears but only ever put two on at a time. Her nose piercings she had in a special box, so as not to confuse herself. She had her septum pierced in the past, but stuck to a small stud on the right side of her nose.
Barba thought it was so powerfully sexy that she could be so dignified and beautiful but her body modifications made her so unique. She always put in a clear stud when she used to patrol and when she was asked to appear in court, to keep appearances, of course.
Speaking of Barba, where was he?
He was finishing up his phone call and he started opening boxes. He put them off to the side and went to find Effy.
She was listening to music and was finishing up putting shoes away by type, athletic, dressy, casual, and boots.
Barba cleared his throat, which made Effy turn around. "The food's coming in 15 minutes. They charged it to your card, they said."
Barba nodded and took her hand. Effy looked up at him questionably. "Rafi?" Effy said, searching his eyes for an answer.
He pulled her close to him, and kissed her deeply.
And once again, he was interrupted.
"Rafael Jose Barba. If you want me, then you'll have me in a proper setting, time, and with proper preparation. You won't get to have me on this floor, at the precinct, in your office, nowhere. You have dignity, as well as desires. Let them coexist, baby." Effy said in a low, and quiet voice.
And then, he was interrupted twice.
The doorbell rang. The organizers and designer were here.
About 10 minutes later, the Chinese food came and Effy answered the door. She handed the deliveryman a tip and he left. The designer was giving orders to the organizers. The place was coming together nicely.
While they finished up, Effy and Barba ate in silence. He wanted her, but he couldn't have her just yet. She wanted him, but she wasn't going to let him have her whenever he wanted. She wanted it to happen at the right time.
They looked at each other, green eyes staring down green eyes. The tension was picking up and they were not taking it well. At all.
'I'll have you.' Barba said to Effy telepathically
'At the right time' Effy shot back.
OKAY! That's the end of chapter 3. I made this one a little longer as my apology for lacking in updating. You deserve it though, you've all been so good to me
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