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Casey was resting in bed when Olivia returned to the bedroom, a giant bowl of strawberries and a huge can of whipped cream balanced precariously in her arms. The brunette smiled and laid the items on the bed, sitting beside the younger woman. "Hey, you," she murmured, gently kissing Casey on the lips.
Casey smiled in return, almost sleepily. "Hey," she murmured, her beautiful emerald gaze illuminated with lust and just a hint of satisfaction. "You were gone a long time," she added, gesturing to the bowl of strawberries.
"Not really," Olivia answered, running her fingers through Casey's hair. "It just seemed that way because every minute without me feels like twenty to you." She smirked.
"Shut up," Casey answered, though she, too, was smiling. She helped herself to a strawberry, though avoided the whipped cream. She was a very picky eater. She hated things most people enjoyed, such as whipped cream, apple pie, and, depending on her mood, hot dogs, though sometimes there were those random cravings.
Olivia watched intently as Casey bit into the strawberry, feeling her arousal curl within her. She didn't know whether or not Casey had intended the act to be so..sexy, but regardless of her intent, it was working. Olivia smiled. "So. How are you feeling?"
Casey finished the small bite of her strawberry. "In which regard?" she questioned, though her smirk betrayed the fact that she knew exactly what Olivia meant.
Olivia, however, decided to play along. "In which regard?" she repeated thoughtfully. "Hmm. That's a tough one. Did I mean how are you feeling emotionally, riding the high of every orgasm I can give you, practically just by looking at you? Or did I mean physically, with every inch of you screaming for my touch?" She pulled back, meeting Casey's gaze. "So you tell me, Counselor. Which way did I mean?"
Casey blushed, saying nothing. Olivia could practically see the gears turning in the attorney's head, trying to formulate a coherent response. Finally, Casey mumbled "Come on, Olivia. That's not fair."
"Fair?" Olivia grinned. "It's not my job to be fair. I have to constantly know who is lying to me, or who is hiding parts of the truth. I can't be lenient, sweetheart. Otherwise, my squad would fall apart." She knew how much Casey loved their legal banter in bed. If she were to be completely honest with herself, she loved it, too. Maybe even more-so. The brunette retrieved another strawberry and gently held it to Casey's lips. "Eat," she instructed quietly.
Casey smirked. "No," she answered, folding her arms across her naked chest. "I already enjoyed my quota for the day. Thank you, though. They are, admittedly, rather delicious."
Olivia straddled her, the strawberry never wavering in its position against Casey's lips. "Are you sassing me?" she growled. "Counselor, need I remind you of the dangers of insubordination? Don't make me detain you. I am generously giving you a chance, here. Most people would be grateful for such an opportunity."
Casey shrugged. "Most people would," she conceded. "But I'm not most people. I'm not going to acquiesce to your request, because I have little reason to do. And since we are on the topic of poor behavior, you, yourself, are guilty of solicitation of an officer of the court and attempted bribery." She smirked.
"Perhaps," Olivia answered, finding it more and more difficult to maintain her composure. With each passing second, her gaze was more and more preoccupied with Casey's beautiful naked skin. Casey was holding the covers over most of her body, but her chest was exposed, albeit hidden beneath her arms, which were crossed over it. Olivia was desperately fighting the urge to rip the covers off of her and have her way with her.
No, she reminded herself. This was different. Casey wasn't like most women she slept with. They had already established that much. Old habits died hard, as they said, but Olivia was determined to continue to show her just how different she really was. Having her way with her, in the way she was accustomed to doing with other women, was too...animalistic, too rough for the woman she truly thought of as her soul mate.
"Olivia?" Casey asked, yanking the brunette from her revelry. "Babe, are you okay?"
Olivia bit her lip, her surroundings rushing back to her, her mind snapped from its imagination. "I'm fine," she whispered.
"What are you thinking about?" Casey asked. As Olivia looked down at her, all she could see was the burning anticipation. It practically radiated from Casey's body.
"Nothing," Olivia murmured. She really didn't want to go into it. What would she say? "I was just thinking about how much I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you into next week, but I'm trying not to think about you like that?" No matter how she would explain it, some part of it would sound wrong, and she wasn't going to go there.
Casey opened her mouth to say something else, but quickly closed it. "Okay," she murmured, though it was clear she didn't believe Olivia. She smiled, quickly changing the subject as she finished the strawberry Olivia was still holding. "These are the best strawberries in the city," she stated. "I have never bought them from anywhere else, because these are the plumpest and juiciest ones I've ever tasted."
Olivia fought back a growl. God. She was acting like some horny jerk who couldn't think of anything but sex. The words juicy and plump echoed through her mind . Casey was lying beneath her, beautiful, naked, and satisfied. She didn't want to think of those words in a sexual way, but how could she not?
She must have sighed out loud, because she felt Casey shift beneath her. "Olivia, what's going on?" she asked, threading her fingers through the older woman's soft brown hair and meeting her gaze. "Please talk to me? Don't tell me nothing is wrong. Please. Don't treat me like I'm stupid. Did I do something wrong?"
"Wrong?" Olivia sat back, stunned that Casey could even think that. "No, of course not. You didn't do anything! It's..." She sighed deeply, sitting on the bed, propping herself up against the pillows. "It's complicated," she murmured.
"I like complicated," Casey answered, rolling onto her side to face the older woman.
Olivia fell silent, a million phrases rushing through her mind. She didn't know how to say what she was thinking in a way that didn't make her sound like some crazy sex hound, or make Casey run screaming in the other direction. "Casey, this is all very new for me," she began finally. "I'm not used to this. I'm not used to the teasing or the banter or the warm glow after amazing sex. I'm used to getting drunk, meeting some random woman, and kicking her out of my apartment immediately afterwards. Foreplay with those women has always been simple: we tease each other with words that have double meanings, we go back to my place and fuck, and they leave. And then I never see them again."
She hesitated before continuing. "But with you, my heart wants more, but my brain cannot seem to grasp how different I want you to be. My heart is full of love and desire, rather than pure lust. But my brain is still in casual mode. Everything you say seems to have a double meaning, and my brain instantly enters sex mode. I keep being overcome with this desire to have sex with you like I do with all of them...but then I don't want to..and then I do." Olivia sighed. "The bottom line is, I'm not used to this, whatever it is. I'm not used to.." She trailed off, unable to find a decent word that could fit her emotions.
Casey smiled softly, climbing up beside her and kissing the older woman's temple. "Olivia, why didn't you just tell me that?" she asked quietly. "You're not used to love. You know as well as I do that it's the word you cannot find. Did you think I would be offended if you told me you can't stop thinking about me sexually?" She smirked. "How can you not? I'm sitting here, beneath you, and we're both naked. Thinking of me sexually is kind of a given. And, in terms of the words you keep twisting into sexual meanings..." Casey purred into Olivia's ear, "Who says I didn't mean them that way?"
That was practically more than Olivia could handle. God, Casey drove her nuts, but in the best possible way. She opened her mouth to say something, but the confession died on her lips. "Casey, how can you not be angry with me?" she questioned. "I don't merely think of you sexually when you're underneath me. It's more often than I would prefer. I'm starting to feel like a sex addict."
"It's different," Casey murmured. "We've spent years wanting each other, so when the desires did come out, your brain probably couldn't help but think otherwise. And now, sure, we've been together for awhile, but it's still new for both of us. Me because I've never been with a woman and you because you've been with too many women, and because we are still in that honeymoon stage, where everything is sexual and happy. Besides." She folded her arms across her chest again, smiling. "I really don't mind that you think of me like that, because it means you're thinking of me at all, and that you find me desirable. Olivia, if you only wanted me for sex, I would be hurt and irritated, but you put a ring on my finger and asked me to spend forever with you. You did that knowing that we're going to have some sexual moments and some nonsexual moments. So I really don't care if you're imagining me naked when I'm trying to interview you in court or hand you a search warrant."
Olivia smiled, all of her worries floating away. "Come here," she murmured, opening her arms and smiling as Casey snuggled into them and laid her head upon her chest. Olivia wrapped her arms around her tightly, kissing the top of the younger woman's head.
Casey's next question practically steamrolled her rational thought process. "So, tell me, Sergeant, how many times have you lain awake at night, touching yourself while you thought about me?"
Olivia's fingers stopped dead upon Casey's body, halted in their tracks as they caressed the younger woman's skin. She swallowed the baseball sized lump in her throat and finally managed to find her answer. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she growled, determined to regain the upper hand somehow.
Casey shrugged. "I was merely wondering," she murmured, "...because I've done it, too."
"Jesus, Casey," Olivia hissed. Forget thinking of her sexually on occasion. Casey was making it difficult to think of anything but. But then, she looked down at Casey, at her smirk, her darkened emerald gaze, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh, so I tell you I can't stop thinking about how much I want to fuck you, and you do everything in your power to make that desire even worse? Are you trying to get punished?"
Casey smirked. "No, I would never do such a thing," she replied. "Never. Never, ever, ever."
In one swift move, Olivia had her pinned, her body resting on top of the younger woman. "Have it your way, then," she growled, leaning down and sinking her teeth into the attorney's smooth alabaster neck.