Any
Good Excuse
by
Disclaimer:
Fun times are here and happy again. Or is that happy times
are here and fun again? I don't know. As you know,
these guys don't belong to me. They're Dick Wolf's babies and
that's just fine. I'm only having a little geeker fun.
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I
should call and cancel our date. Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak sagged into
her chair and groaned. Her neck and back felt as though it
had been used as a football player's practice dummy. Raising
one hand to rub ineffectually at one side of her sore neck, she let out
another groan of pain.
Her
doorbell chose that moment to buzz insistently.
Suppressing
a sigh, she staggered to her feet and shuffled to the door.
Through the peephole, she spotted the leather-jacketed form of
Detective Olivia Benson.
The ADA
frowned, but opened the door. "Hey, Liv. I was
about to call you. What are you doing here so early?"
Both of
Liv's hands were stuffed deep into her back pockets. Smiling
shyly, she said, "I was at the game. I uh, saw you go down,
and um ..." She shrugged diffidently. "Well I
thought you might like a little TLC."
That
Casey played on the SVU softball team was no secret. That
Olivia had actually attended one such game was. The two women
had begun a tentative courtship which had yet to progress beyond the
occasional dinner or movie. They hadn't even moved past the
awkward hand-holding and goodnight peck on the cheek, much less into
the realm of Liv rooting for her girlfriend at the company softball
game.
"I
didn't know you were there," Casey muttered as she stepped aside to let
the detective into her apartment.
Olivia's
smile blossomed. "Elliot begged me to go - the twins needed
an adult to accompany them and Kathy couldn't be there."
Nodding
in understanding, the attorney said, "And I suppose that neither
Maureen nor Kathleen wanted to play chaperone?" She ambled
back for her chair and collapsed again.
"Bingo,
Counselor. All right, where do you keep your muscle
rub?" Liv shucked her jacket, tossed it on the couch and
began to head for Casey's kitchenette. Once there, she opened
the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers and set them on the counter.
"Medicine
chest in the bathroom. But Liv, you don't have to -"
"Hush.
You and that ground met under unhappy terms, and it didn't help that
the catcher was determined to get you out before you got
home." Olivia was referring to the spectacular leap for home
base that Casey had made at the bottom of the ninth. The cops
team was two runs down, and Casey had tried to make it one, but failed
when the catcher had tackled her like a linebacker going for an out of
pocket quarterback. Both had ended up in a tangled pile.
Casey
winced, remembering it. Bruises shadowed one side of her face
and she knew that before long, bright red splotches would blossom all
along her left side.
"Okay,"
said Olivia once she had retrieved the liniment. "Shirt off,
Counselor."
Flushing
slightly, Casey slowly peeled off her jersey, thankful that she was
still wearing her sports bra. And that it was a little cold
in the apartment. Clutching the shirt against her chest, she
tried not to think about what the other woman was doing while she laid
her head against the top of her dining table.
"Relax,
Counselor. I promise to be gentle," Olivia said softly as she
anointed her fingers with a dollop of cream. After briskly
rubbing her hands together, she laid them against Casey's neck and
began to slowly knead the knots from the ADA's shoulders.
Unable
to stop the long, slow moan that bubbled up from her gut, Casey could
only cling to the table while Liv worked the kinks from her back.
Absorbed
in her work, Olivia was only peripherally aware of Casey's
reactions. Instead, she lingered over every hurt, soothing
the knots until they melted under her touch. She was
frustrated by the presence of the bra, though. A purpling
line of bruises was clearly obstructed by the article of clothing and
Liv knew that the pressure of the lycra had to be causing the younger
woman some discomfort.
Without
thinking, she slipped her fingers under the bra and pulled it from
Casey's almost unresisting body.
"Olivia!"
Casey yelped almost fearfully. "What the hell?" She
had been floating on a sea of absolute calm until she had felt the
detective's fingers slide under her bra and tug.
"Sorry.
It was in the way."
Bright
red from embarrassment, Casey tried to cover herself with her
jersey. "Liv, really, I'm not used to uh -" She
looked up at the detective, who smacked herself in the forehead.
"Oh
shit, Case. I'm sorry. I forgot. I'm just
so used to sharing a locker room with the guys. I never even
thought. Damn." Liv shook her head. "I'm
really sorry."
Casey
turned to face Olivia. Her heart was doing a jagged dance
while her stomach turned somersaults and the detective was looking at
her... like - Casey licked her lips. God, she was looking at
her like she was really sorry and -
She watched as Olivia's nostrils flared softly.
I
keep forgetting how beautiful she is. Olivia could barely yank her eyes from
Casey's half naked body. "I'll get you a beer," she said,
suddenly nervous.
"Liv."
Casey's voice stopped her. She turned. "Come here."
Swallowing
heavily, Olivia approached the ADA.
"I
don't need a beer. I do need a backrub though." The
ADA presented her now bare back to the detective.
This
time, when her hands made contact, Casey arched into the detective's
touch, purring softly as Olivia rubbed slow, soft circles over her sore
muscles.
Bending
down, Olivia whispered, "Like that, do you?"
Eyes
half lidded, Casey nodded. "Yes," she mumbled.
"Don't stop."
"Casey?"
Liv's tone was heavily laden with equal parts confusion and desire.
Slowly,
Casey reached for the detective's hands as she leaned back against the
chair. Pulling them down over her breasts, she looked up,
caught Liv's gaze and said, "Don't. Stop."
Holy
fuck. Like
a rocket from her brain to her groin, Casey's actions had set fire to
Liv.
"Liv,"
Casey whispered, tugging on the detective's hands.
Olivia
felt herself falling, sloping inward toward Casey. A thousand
scenarios had played over and over in the detective's brain and
somehow, she had never dreamed, never dared hope that it would be like
this, happen just so simply, so easily.
She was
kissing Casey Novak.
God.
Olivia's
breath hitched her throat as Casey opened her mouth and drew Liv's
tongue into her mouth, sucking on it softly.
She ran
her thumbs over Casey's nipples and felt them harden, which sent off a
pulse of desire that robbed the detective of breath. Casey
pressed up to kiss her harder, pulling back to nip at her lip before
seizing her mouth in a mind-blowing embrace that damn near stole
Olivia's ability to remain upright and functional.
"Couch,"
Olivia gasped. "Casey, please, couch."
The ADA
barely paused in her kisses as she stood and stumbled from chair to
couch, dragging Liv with her. They tumbled together, Casey
landing astride Olivia.
Cupping
her hands around Casey's face, Olivia proceeded to kiss the attorney
slowly.
At the
end of several long minutes, Casey pulled away and laid her head on
Olivia's chest.
"God,
what took us so long?" she whispered as the detective wrapped her arms
around her.
Sighing
happily, Liv said, "I dunno. I guess... timing?"
She shrugged, which made Casey giggle. "I mean, I never knew
how ... public or... God, I don't know, Case. I guess we just
needed a reason."
"Any
good excuse in a storm, hmm, Liv?" Casey rumbled softly. She
was tired, and even though it felt lovely to be finally able to kiss
Olivia the way she did in her dreams, it was even more wonderful to be
cradled in her arms.
Olivia
closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of holding Casey
close. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds about right,
Counselor." She brushed her lips over Casey's
forehead. "You've got to be exhausted, sweetie. Why
don't you relax and I'll just..." she trailed off as soft
snores trickled into her ears.
Smiling
tenderly, Liv reached up, pulled down an afghan and covered them with
it.
Whatever
had prompted this change in their relationship, Olivia wasn't going to
fight it. She had come prepared to massage her friend's back
and she would stay, and hopefully wake in the arms of a
lover. What could be better than that?
As
sleep stole in and gentled her into dreams, Olivia whispered, "Not one
Goddamned thing, that's what."
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