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Casey rolled onto her back, closing her eyes and allowing her mind to reflect on everything that had just happened. Assuring Olivia that she didn't need to hide her aggression, and informing her that she did, in fact, find it rather sexy, turned out to be one of the best things she could have ever said. There was only one word to describe Olivia's passion: primal. "Olivia, how, exactly, am I supposed to go to court like this in the morning?" Casey asked.
Olivia popped her head out of the bathroom. She had shut the door and wouldn't let Casey in. Casey could only imagine what she was doing in there, given that Olivia had only informed her that "It was a special surprise." Whatever that meant. Now, the brunette smiled. "Like what, beautiful?"
Casey folded her arms across her chest. "Oh, I don't know. I just have a few visible bite marks on me that no amount of makeup can hide, and I'll be lucky if I can walk a straight line. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a normal day..."
Olivia turned the light off in the bathroom and closed the door gently behind her. Casey tried to sit up to see what her surprise was, but Olivia had blocked her view. Casey was beginning to wonder if she was building something in there, or repainting the walls. With Olivia, who knew what was going on? But Olivia didn't allow her much more time to contemplate the issue. The brunette sat on the edge of the bed beside the younger woman. "You can explain it quite easily," she whispered.
"Oh?" Casey questioned, tracing her fingertips across Olivia's naturally tanned skin. Casey had never seen the appeal of fake tanning, but Olivia's skin was naturally gorgeous, and Casey had always found it rather sexy. "And what might that be?"
Olivia smirked. "See, if the judge happens to question anything, you have a bulletproof answer. All you need to do is stand up, walk over to the bench, and stand right in front of that judge. Then you begin." She gently pinched Casey's naturally pale skin. "Your Honor," she began, "I can't quite explain why I am having such a hard time walking, or why my skin is so oddly marked. I can only confess that I spent my night with Sergeant Olivia Benson, and I was so disrespectful to her that she just had to have her way with me. As you can see, things got a little rough. But I'll manage. I promise."
"Olivia!" Casey exclaimed, half mortified, half amused. "There are so many things wrong with that admission. And for the record, I was not disrespectful to you."
"Oh, really?" Olivia folded her arms across her chest. "Let's review, shall we? When I asked you if you were enjoying yourself, you shook your head and told me no, you weren't. Meanwhile, your legs were tightening around my waist and you were practically moaning the words. I told you not to lie to an officer. You, of all people, should know what sort of punishment that warrants."
Casey shrugged. "I don't lie," she stated calmly, though she kicked herself mentally for the tiny waver in her voice. "I wasn't enjoying myself. I was lost in thought about the Madison trial next week."
Olivia chuckled. "You and I both know that that is the worst excuse you have ever come up with," she murmured. Not giving Casey a chance to argue, the brunette moved the sheet away from Casey's naked body, running her hands down Casey's naked thighs. "Are you still thinking about that trial?" she questioned. "Planning your opening statement, are we?"
Casey let out the tiniest hint of a whimper, her breath catching in her throat. How in the hell was she supposed to playfully fight back if her body betrayed her true feelings? "I..." She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence properly. She didn't even know what to say. She wanted to fight it, but her body was hellbent on revealing her true feelings, and the fact that her girlfriend's fingers were mere inches from her aching center was only complicating the matter. "I am planning my statement," she finally eked out.
"Recite it to me, sweetheart. Run it by me, and I'll tell you what I think about it." Olivia gently pried Casey's thighs apart, pressing her fingertips against the younger woman's core.
"Um." Casey swallowed hard, finding it more and more difficult to think with each passing second. This wasn't fair. This really wasn't fair. Olivia was a sexual goddess posing as a cop, and it was torture just being near her. Forget being touched by her. "I haven't yet started it," she admitted quietly. "But..you can be sure that you will be the first person I recite it to."
"I better be," Olivia growled. With her free hand, she walked her fingers up Casey's body, then cupped the redhead's left breast. She pinched the redhead's nipple gently, if possessively. "Has anyone ever told you that you drive me crazy?"
"Only a thousand times," Casey half moaned, her body arching from the bed before she could stop herself. Olivia's finger was resting at her opening. It was almost cruel. Casey could practically feel the older woman's patience, her infuriating ability to wait. And then she realized just what Olivia wanted. "You want me to beg for your touch," she said out loud, realizing it as she said it.
Olivia squeezed her breast again, massaging it expertly. "I never said that," she whispered. "But it wouldn't hurt," she husked in Casey's ear. She took Casey's earlobe between her teeth, nipping at it. Casey let out a startled cry.
"Well, I'm not going to," Casey answered defiantly. "I'm not going to melt just because you happen to be a good lover. What kind of girl do you take me for?"
"You're not going to beg me?" Olivia questioned.
"Nope."
"Really?" Olivia pushed Casey's legs even farther apart. "You know, Counselor, defiance is an interesting thing. It has been my experience that this sort of insubordination usually comes from those who are most easily broken. Did you know that?" When Casey didn't answer, the brunette smirked, running her index finger along Casey's center and up to her clit, which was, to Casey's embarrassment and frustration, already painfully swollen. "See, I know how to break someone down. I know how to question a girl like you." Without waiting for an answer, she slid to the foot of the bed, positioning herself between Casey's legs and taking the younger woman's swollen clit into her mouth.
Casey gasped, arching her body against her. She reached to tangle her fingers in Olivia's hair, but managed to grab on to the sheets instead. Olivia's name died on her lips. She wasn't going to give in that easily.
Olivia seemed to sense her dilemma, because Casey could feel her smirking against her. The older woman nipped at Casey's clit, circling her tongue against it. The combined pressure and motion elicited the tiniest moan from the redhead above her. "What was what?" Olivia purred, blowing into her. The finger that had calmly been resting against the attorney's core suddenly plunged into her.
Feeling Olivia growl against her, Casey knew it was because of how wet she already was. She had never been one who liked to have tons of sex. But then, she had never enjoyed it enough to want to do it that much. No man she had ever been with had ever made her feel like this: unhindered, loved, even crazy, but in the hottest possible way. Casey bit her lip, yanking at the sheets and throwing her head back, desperate to avoid giving Olivia what she wanted.
Meanwhile, Olivia's tongue continued to circle her clit, which, by now, was engorged nearly to the point of being painful. She easily penetrated her with another finger, and Casey gasped at the feeling of Olivia's fingers curling towards her inner walls. She managed to keep her composure for several more minutes, but then, something broke within her. Olivia's fingers curled forward one last time just as she sank her teeth into Casey's clit, and the redhead crashed over the edge, all composure erased. She heard her own cries of ecstasy, her pleas for Olivia to continue, her screams of the older woman's name as she came several times into her girlfriend's mouth.
Finally, exhausted, the redhead collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. "Jesus, Olivia," she whispered, her breath lost in her throat. Whether or not she had said it out loud, she didn't know. Olivia had truly broken her down.
She shuddered at the feeling of Olivia's tongue running up and down her center. As she finished, the brunette laid down beside her, smiling. "Anything else to say, Counselor?" she whispered, brushing a stray lock of scarlet hair out of Casey's eyes.
"The People rest," Casey managed weakly. Then she turned her head to look at Olivia, and they started laughing. It was the kind of laughter that left both of them unable to speak, or breathe, or even think. Finally, they fell silent, Olivia's fingertips tracing tiny circles on Casey's bare skin. Casey exhaled slowly, her breath slowly returning to her. "That was amazing," she whispered.
Olivia smiled. "You were amazing," she answered, kissing Casey's nose. "But I'm not done yet. I wanted to try something, if you're up for it. If you're not, just tell me, and I will stop. You know that I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable."
Casey nodded. "I know," she answered, her curiosity piqued. "So what is it that you want to do?" They had already discussed their limits in bed, with Casey firmly informing Olivia of the one thing she would never do in the bedroom. Olivia, of course, had been more than understanding, and had promised they would never do that. But that only enhanced Casey's curiosity as to just what Olivia was planning. "Olivia, please tell me?" she asked, pouting.
"You'll see." Olivia once more stood up and locked herself in the bathroom. Casey saw the light go on through the crack under the door, but it shut off after a few moments. Slowly, the doorknob turned, and Olivia stepped out. She was completely naked, but Casey felt her heart leap into her throat. Olivia was totally naked, except for the harness around her waist. Well, at least that answered the question as to what the hell she had been doing in there.
Author's note: Thank you for reading. I decided to stop this chapter here, out of curiosity of whether you would all like to see the next chapter merely hint at what they did, or see it actually play out. Please be assured that this story is not turning into a sex story. It's merely this section of chapters. Let me know what you would prefer to see. Thanks for reading, and for all of your continued support.