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Common Cold

Olivia Benson x reader warnings: minor language, that's about it. I did not read through this or edit it, so... not my fault if there's mistakes or its terrible LOL.

Olivia was pouring her coffee in the kitchen when she heard the small cough from around the corner of the hallway, glancing up in your direction as you rounded the bend.

“You coming down with something?”

“No.” You nearly shot her a glare, “my throat’s just drier than the desert.” You stepped up to the cupboard, pulling down a mug and shifted to the coffee machine only for Liv’s hand to wrap around your wrist, redirecting you to the fridge.

“You might want to hydrate first.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, pulling the Brita pitcher out of the fridge to fill the mug up, feeling Olivia’s eyes on you as you drained it in one go, filling it up again.

“I was gonna stop at the bodega for breakfast, unless you want something different?”

“I’m not really hungry.” You replied with a soft sigh and she raised a brow at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You didn’t eat much at dinner last night either, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Just a tickle in my throat.” You waved her off, slowly sipping your way through the second mug of water, “Carisi always has extra of that emergen-c stuff, I’m sure I can steal some, kick the ass of whatever this is before it has a chance to sneak in.”

“Alright.” Olivia surrendered, pulling you to her to press a kiss to your temple, “you let me know if you start feeling worse and need to come home early.”

“I’m fine.” You insisted, pulling down a travel mug from the cupboard to fill it with coffee, glancing up at your girlfriend for approval that she gave in the tiniest nod before you added sugar and cream and followed her out the apartment door.

By lunch time, vitamins weren’t the only thing you’d stolen from Carisi, his Fordham hoodie wrapped tightly around your frame as you shivered at your desk. Olivia was on the way back from the break room, glancing up across the bull pen to see you tugging the hood of the sweater over your head before returning your attention to your laptop. With a gentle sigh she wandered over to your desk, placing down half her sandwich.

“Have something to eat, you’ll feel better.”

“Still not hungry.” You replied with a yawn, running your hands over your face, rubbing at your eyes the best you could without ruining your make up.

“Sweetheart…” she perched on the side of your desk, “no offence but you look like hell.” Her hand snuck under the hood, smoothing back a few pieces of your hair. “Are you sure you don’t need to go home?”

“I just didn’t sleep well last night.” You yawned again, trying to keep this one contained.

“Yeah, cause you were up all night coughing.” Liv pointed out and you pouted, “and it’s nowhere near cold enough in here for that hoodie, it’s June…”

“Guess I’m just running cold today.”

“Let me take you home.” She rubbed at your shoulder, “get you some rest.”

“M’fine.” You protested, a small cough rumbling through your throat, “can’t have you taking off in the middle of the day.”

“Alright, meet me halfway then.” She slid off your desk, “I’ve got some Buckley’s in my desk, you take some of that, and go sleep it off in the crib. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.”

“Fine.” You whined, pushing back from your desk as you followed her into her office, surprised when she followed you to the bunk room. She’d grabbed a couple of comfier blankets from her office, tucking them around you as you curled up on one of the beds, her hand coming to rest on your forehead.

“You really are burning up. If this doesn’t help I’m taking you home, understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.” You half teased back, yawning again as you nuzzled into the pillow, pulling the blankets and Carisi’s hoodie tighter around you.

“Get some sleep sweet girl.” Liv murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss into your forehead before she moved from the room, flicking off the light to hopefully give you a restful nap.

You weren’t entirely sure how long you’d been out; you just felt the bed dip with Olivia’s weight, a cool hand resting on your forehead and stroking your cheek. You groaned, slowly rolling onto your back as you attempted to stretch out your aching body.

“How are you feeling?” Olivia asked softly and you coughed in return.

“Sweaty.” You grimaced, “thirsty…sore…”

“Ready to admit defeat and let me take you home and properly take care of you?” She asked with a soft grin on her cheeks and you looked up at her and nodded. “Alright, c’mon.”

The entire trip home was honestly a blur, you could barely keep your eyes open, your head resting against the cool glass of the car window. Your body was burning, but you were shivering at the same time, your head throbbing and your throat on fire. Olivia’s hand was resting on your thigh, squeezing softly in assurance that you were almost home.

Back in the apartment she helped you change into comfier clothes, chuckling at the way you pulled Carisi’s hoodie back on, claiming it was fuzzier than any of yours. She sat you down on the couch, taking a make up wipe from the packet and cleaning your face before she urged you to bundle up in as many blankets as you wanted.

Your eyes fluttered shut, listening to her pad around the apartment while she collected whatever she deemed necessary. A few minutes later and she was perching on the edge of the couch, her hand soothing up your side, “sit up for me, take these.”

Groaning as you did so, your eyes cracked open, taking the pills from her and swallowing them down with the help of the large glass of water she’d brought you. She left the bottle along with the Buckley’s on the end table, the water on the coffee table so it was more accessible.

“That should help break the fever, help with your head. Try to get some more sleep and I’m gonna make you some soup for dinner, you need to eat, alright?”

You nodded bleakly, dropping back down onto the couch and Liv leaned over you, squeezing you gently and kissing the top of your head. You shivered slightly when she moved away, her body heat vanishing and she tucked another blanket around you in hopes that it would help.

Being as quiet as she could, she looked into the fridge, pulling out what she’d need for some semi homemade chicken noodle soup and was forever thankful for the leftover rotisserie chicken from last night. Vegetables were chopped up and then placed in the pot to sauté along with some garlic and she preheated the oven for some Pilsbury flaky rolls to go along with it, popping the tray in once it was ready. Broth got added to the pot, seasoned appropriately and once it was boiling and the delicious smells were wafting through the apartment she added in the noodles. Glancing over her shoulder she found that you were still dead to the world, curled around yourself on the couch snoring softly and she couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you were at least on your way to feeling better.

While she was waiting for everything to fully cook she opened the tea cabinet, searching through the boxes until she found the one she thought you would like the best that had the best benefits to helping a cold. She flicked on the kettle and pulled down a mug for you before picking a wine for herself and poured out a glass, taking a sip of it as she waited for the timer to go off. The soup finished first and she pulled it off the burner, tossing in the chicken, knowing it would heat fine as everything kept cooking, placing the lid on the pot to keep it going. A couple of minutes later and the rolls were being pulled from the oven and she was pouring out your mug of tea.

Behind her she heard a quiet groan, a shuffling of blankets and the slow padding of your footsteps as you paused in the kitchen.

“Smells amazing.” You commented, your voice hoarse.

“Well I couldn’t exactly let you go empty handed now, could I?” She asked with a smile, stepping towards you to cup your cheek, kissing your forehead. “Surprised you’re up already.”

“Have to pee.” You yawned, “but I was out long enough to start feeling better.”

“Good.” She pecked your cheek, “hopefully this is only a twenty four hour thing then.”

“Mmhm.” You nodded before disappearing down the hallway.

You stopped in the kitchen on the way back, offering to help and she simply shooed you away, telling you to get comfortable on the couch while she took care of things. First she refilled your water, making sure it was cold and crisp, then she brought over your mug of tea, followed by a steaming bowl of soup with a bun on the side. Finally she joined you on the couch with her own dinner and wine, settling in beside you.

“What’d you want to watch?” She asked, smoothing your hair back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Grey’s.” You mumbled back, blowing on your tea to cool it off before taking a sip.

“Alright.” She replied with a smile, picking up the remote to figure out where you’d last left off on your favourite binge. She watched you curiously for a moment as you tried to navigate the bowl of soup without using the table or pulling both your arms out from under the blanket, “you need a hand?”

“I dunno how I’m supposed to do this without spilling it everywhere.” You whined and she chuckled.

“Here.” She reached for the bowl, “settle in however you want. I’ll hold the bowl; can you handle the spoon?” She asked with a tease and you scowled in her direction.

“I’d be mad at you if you hadn’t made me dinner.” You grumbled, coughing a couple of times before you finally managed to get comfortable and could start eating your soup.

Olivia was happy to see you finish the bowl completely, using the roll to soak up the remnants of the broth before she placed it back on the coffee table. She readjusted slightly, her arm coming to rest on the back of the couch, her heart warming as you immediately dropped into her side. Your head came to rest on her chest, her hand automatically going to your hair, softly playing with it as you curled around her.

“Thank you.” You murmured softly, letting out a little yawn as you refocused on the tv.

“Of course sweet girl.” She replied, kissing the top of your head, “whatever you want, you get. You know how much I hate to see you sick; you’ll feel better soon.”

“Promise?”

“I do.” She laid a kiss on your hair, her hand soothing up and down your back, “don’t fight the sleep alright, you’ve seen this show a million times, you already know what happens.”

“Alright, alright.” You didn’t have any energy left to even try and fight with her, your eyes fluttering shut as the strum of her heart lulled you to sleep.

Olivia had said it herself already, it didn’t matter what she had to give up, or how much extra work she had to do, she would do whatever it was you needed to make sure that you were happy and healthy. She loved you; she loved taking care of you and more importantly she loved seeing you shine and you couldn’t do that when you were sick. She would happily sacrifice an afternoon at work, a dinner out on the town if it meant making sure you knew you were loved.

Even if that meant you passed on whatever bug you had to her three days later and the entire process began again but from the other side.

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perfectmagicmikexxl · 4 months ago

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Olivia Benson x Reader- In Uniform

A/N: I saw this tiktok earlier and felt the urge to write Olivia smut so here we are🥲🤍

tw/tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, female reader, olivia recieving (oral, fingers), reader recieving (oral, fingers), mommy kink, authorative kink, mention of strap-on

word count: 2.2k

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The precinct banquet hall was filled with people, conversations lingering in the air as well as the sound of glasses clinking. You stand at your table, surrounded by familiar faces, detectives from your division, your bosses and other departments. But your attention lingers on one person only, your girlfriend Olivia, standing with her colleagues from the Special Victims Unit before she takes the stage.

She is dressed in her ceremonial captains uniform and you can‘t keep your eyes off her tie, her dark hair neatly put up and the several medals shining on her chest. Her presence is commanding as well as authorative. You watch as she steps on the stage, her calm and powerful voice delivering a speech like she usually would, her eyes occasionally flickering across the room. Yet, you couldn‘t hear a single word, the way her glasses are perched up her nose and the way her uniform suits her so well, taking your breath away.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, heat travelling from your stomach in between your legs as you press your thighs together. When her eyes meet yours for a second, your breath hitches and heart stops in your chest as you have to supress the things going on in your mind.

The sound of applause after she finishes her speech pulls you back to reality for a moment as you force a smile and applaude, watching as she joins the others again and begins light conversation. You tried your hardest to keep up with what you are supposed to do tonight, keep up small talk and talk about your division, the one you had transfered to once things between you and Liv became serious .

As soon as the event begins winding down, you slip away from the others, finding Olivia‘s office as you noticed her slipping away a while ago, knowing she was bound to catch up on some work as she always does. As you step into your old unit you feel nostalgic before seeing her through the windows of her office, leaning back in her chair as she reads over notes, glasses perched on her nose the same way she had while giving her speech. Your stomach flips as you see the top button of her uniform unbuttoned and as she looks up, eyebrows raised in surprise, you feel like falling to your knees right there.

„Hi love, what are you doing here?“ she asks gently as she sets the notepad down, tilting her head a little to get a better glimpse at you. She watches in surpise as you close the door behind you, the lock clicking shut with a subtle sound before you walk over to the blinds and roll them down, giving you both the complete privacy of her office.

„Everything alright?“ she asks as her eyebrows furrow before you turn to face her. „Yeah“ you nod, thoughts trailing off as you take another glimpse at your girlfriend, feeling like you might burst any second from how insanely beautiful and attractive she looks. „Don‘t you wanna celebrate out there?“ she asks curiously as she studies your features carefully. It takes a second for you to reply as you stand almost frozen in your spot „I couldn‘t stay out there Liv“ you admit, causing her eyebrows to furrow in concern as she still hasn‘t gotten the hints yet.

„Why not sweetheart?“ she asks gently before you clear your throat „Not after watching you all night“ you murmur, barely audible as her eyebrows perk up in surprise. „Watching me?“ she asks curiously as you sigh in frustration, holding back the urge to stomp your foot too. „God Liv, I have watched you take the stage with that uniform, demanding everyones attention and I can‘t- I just wanna“ you stop yourself, usually not the one to be this direct as you are usually more subltle and shy about things. But when she looks at you with a slight smirk, understanding now, you can‘t help yourelf.

„What is it sweetie?“ she asks curiously as your eyes lock with her own. „I couldn‘t stop thinking about how badly I wanted to tear this uniform from you“ you admit, watching as her eyes widen in surprise. She was surprised at your sudden boldness but she can‘t hide the smirk that follows, liking this side of you more than she is letting on. „You usually have a little more restraint than that baby“ she teases which causes you to chuckle „Not tonight, not with you looking like.. that“ you admit, eyes trailing down your girlfriend. „Liv you are driving me crazy“ you admit before she chuckles, setting her glasses down, voice lower than before as she moves her chair back „Why don‘t you show me how?“ she asks, finally giving in with a deliberate smile.

You waste no time making your way over, glancing at your girlfriend before getting on your knees, the surprise evident in the older womans features as she locks eyes with you. The image of you kneeling for her turns her on more than she is letting on, let alone to mention how absolutely stunning you look tonight. You begin slow despite the urgency you are feeling, slipping off her shoes first before fiddling with the hem of her trousers. „Not so fast sweetie“ she chuckles before she pulls you up by your collar, making your body collapse into her lap. She pulls you in for a kiss, slow, deliberate but as her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, you can feel her urgency.

With gentle movements you fiddle with her tie, pulling at it a little to move her forward as you trail kisses down her neck, sucking at her sensitive points causing the occasional moan to slip from her lips. Once you have the brunette worked up enough, you drop onto your knees again, subtly pulling her trousers and underwear down and she almost immediately spreads her legs for you, allowing your eyes to meet with her glistening core. „Liv“ you whisper as your hands caress her thighs, travelling down her legs as you place kisses between them, travelling closer and closer to where she needs you.

„Y/N“ your name falls from her lips so casually as she leans her head back, eyes closing as your mouth ghosts over her throbbing center and without warning you begin licking through her folds, collecting her sweet juices on your tongue, the taste driving you crazy as her hands find your hair, pulling and at the same time pushing you deeper into her. The taste is intoxicating, better than you could have anticipated the entire night, watching her and these scenes replaying in your mind. But nothing could have prepared you for this view, head thrown back in pleasure, hardened nipples peaking through her white shirt.

„Sweetie just like that“ she whispers, small whimpers falling from her lips as you begin sucking her clit faster, occasionally travelling lower and entering her, taking turns as you know it drives her crazy. It doesn‘t take long before the grip on your hair gets tighter, her hips pushing into you more as she needs to feel you. You are quick to take the hint, meeting her eyes now as you silently ask for permission, something the both of you cherished and would always do, despite the urgency. She nods with a smile before two fingers enter her, slowly and gently at first to adjust. Once her eyes close and head throws back in pleasure, you pick up the pace, mouth locked onto her clit as you suck her juices, making popping sounds as you occasionally let go of it, your fingers pumping in and out of your girlfriend as her legs begin shaking.

„God.. baby.. please don‘t stop“ she begs and there is something about the way you are having her right now, on your knees, Liv begging for you to make her cum as you are knuckles deep inside her, tongue licking rushed circles around her clit. When her thighs begin trembling, hips pushing further into you and back arching on the chair, you can tell. And by the time her desperate eyes meet you, you use the last of your strength to fasten your pace, fingers moving fast in and out of her before you feel her juices coating you seconds later. She refrains herself from screaming, knowing where you both are, biting down her moans as she slowly comes down from her high. Her chest heaves, breaths coming uneven as you slowly adjust the pace and let her ride it out, your tongue travelling lower and collecting her cum before you slowly stop, letting her adjust and find her breathing again.

Once her eyes opens and find yours, you blush under her intense gaze, seeing her chest heave still as she pulls you up onto her lap, and you gasp at the sudden change in position. Her lips find yours, tasting herself on you as her tongue enters your mouth, fighting for dominance as she was usually always the one in control and on top. „Was that what you wanted all night sweet girl?“ she whispers in your ear and you nod into her, suddenly feeling your confidence wavering, despite having succeeded. „Let me return the favor“ she moans into you as she pushes you both forward with her chair, your back gently hitting the back of her desk as she stands, holding you in her strong arms before sending the contents of her desk flying, laying you down gently before standing and hovering above you.

She takes her sweet time, undressing each part of you slowly as she admires every inch of your body, mouth trailing kisses down your body as your moans errupt her office. You can‘t help but look into her eyes, pupils blown as your eyes trail off, looking at her tie and how messy her hair is. You are so caught up in it that you don‘t realize her mouth is hovering above you, eyes asking you for permission as you quickly nod. „Liv please“ you whimper as she begins licking through your folds, her fingers teasing your entrance as you buck your hips. She enters you slowly, collecting some of your juices before standing, her free hand taking your hardened nipples into her hands.

Olivia is quick to bring you close, your panties having been soaked most of the night and bringing her to her own release only adding to how close you are. But she can tell you need more, the way your hips buck, face begging her and in a swift motion she turns you around, face firm against her desk as she stands behind you. Her fingers move back into your pussy with ease as she uses her other hand to grab your ass. You meet her halfway as you move into her fingers, needing more. „Please Liv, I‘m so- close“ the words are barely a whisper as you struggle through your moans, tears stinging in your eyes how good she is making you feel. Her free hand fists your hair as she pulls it, harder than you anticipated causing you to whince.

The slight pain causes you to falter as you bite your lip hard, trying not to scream. „Liv I‘m gonna“ you moan but she is already hovering above you, her mouth close to your ear as she nibbles on it. „Cum for mommy“ she coos and that‘s enough to send you over the edge, the bliss of it all causing you to force your eyes shut. Your orgasm washes over you in waves, cum dripping down Liv‘s fingers and onto her desk as you whimper softly. Your girlfriend gives you time to ride out your orgasm before she lets go of your hair and pulls her fingers out. Her fingers trail up and down your back, nails scratching the skin gently as she helps you find your breathing again. „Breathe sweetie, you did so well for me“ she coos as she gently turns you onto your back.

When your eyes open you see her smile, causing you to blush again under her gaze, not having anticipated the evening to take this kind of turn. „Turns out I need to wear this more often“ she teases as she hands you your clothes and begins to dress herself again. You nod before putting your clothes back on, helping to pick up the contents of her desk as your legs feel a little like jelly. As you turn to her you watch as she puts on her tie and you bite your lip before stepping forward. With ease you put it on for her, adjusting her uniform incase you would bump into anyone on the way home. After you finish, she places a kiss on your cheek and you move to her ears before going on your tip toes „You know the strap you‘ve been talking about?“ you ask which causes her eyes to widen and head to nod.

„Think I‘m ready to try it“ you whisper causing her to smirk before she kisses your lips, surprised at your sudden boldness as you hadn‘t tried that before. „Okay let me take you home then sweetheart“ she whispers before biting her lip and taking your hand. „I‘m definitely going to wear this more often“ she giggles as she walks you to her car, opening the door for you before she gets in herself, beginning to take you both home before her hand lingers on you, possessively and excited. And if you both knew one thing, this was going to be a long night after all.

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perfectmagicmikexxl · 4 months ago

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Law & Order: SVU ↳ 20x17 Missing

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perfectmagicmikexxl · 4 months ago

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Inside Out 2 if it was filmed inside my head

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Undercover Love (Olivia Benson x f!Reader)

Synopsis: When you're needed to go undercover as Olivia's lover to bust a perp, you're in for more than you bargained for.

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: Discussion of sexual assault, begging, teasing, oral (R receiving), fingering (R receiving), praise kink

The thump of bass went through you as your hips moved in time with the beat. The hands on your hips, guiding you, were tight. Your arms were wound around the neck of your partner, your body pressed to hers.

Your eyes scanned the crowd over her shoulder, doing your best to ignore the feel of her breath puffing against your cheek. Your hand cradled the back of her head, burying in her hair. The crush of bodies around the two of you only forced you closer together. Her fingertips slipped under your shirt, finding your bare skin. You inhaled, hoping it would be covered under the loud music.

There was no reason to let Olivia Benson know that she was driving you insane on this case.

Strong hands spun you. You lent back against soft curves, one hand curling over hers, the other curling around the back of her neck. Soft lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“11 o’clock,” she murmured quiet enough to not be heard by anyone not pressed against her.

When this case had been brought in, you’d felt yourself go cold. A swath of lesbian couples being targeted by a serial rapist, each one brutalised. Going undercover had been a last ditch effort on your part, desperate to find the sicko who was doing this.

The obvious two to act as bait were you and Olivia. You’d wanted to fight against it, to rail against the entire thought of it. Pretending to be her girlfriend would be intolerable. But you couldn’t unless you wanted to lose face.

You’d been fighting off your crush on Olivia since almost the moment you’d met her. Dark eyes and pretty smile, she was everything dreams were made of. And she was completely uninterested in you.

So this case was going to ruin you.

“Naughty girl,” you said, loud enough that those around you could hear.

Your head rested against her shoulder, ass grinding against her hips, moving in time with the music. Your fingers threaded through hers, holding it against your body as your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of her neck. Her other hand trailed up the skin of your leg, toying with the hem of your short skirt.

You turned your gaze towards where she’d indicated, lazy, as if you were uninterested in anyone else in the club. A man was sitting at one of the few tables, fingers tapping on the table to the beat of the music. But his eyes were watching the two of you.

Turning your face back to hers, your nose brushed against hers. Her breath ghosted over your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. The throbbing between your legs was in time with the music and you lent against her, letting her hold you up.

“Time for a drink?” she asked.

You nodded. Her fingers slipped from the skin of your thigh, taking your hand. Tugging, you let her lead you off the dance floor, passing by the table of your voyeur. She lent over the bar, shouting your order to the bartender as your eyes slid over her body, focusing on the curve of her ass. For your undercover identity. Not because it was looking particularly good in the pair of jeans she was wearing.

Your mouth was only dry because you needed a drink from dancing.

She turned, leaning back against the bar. Her fingers brushed yours as she passed you the drink, a virgin cocktail given you were on the clock. Her arm curled around your waist, holding you close, casual, taking a sip from her own glass.

“Incoming,” she murmured.

You curled your free arm around her neck, leaning in closer. Her chuckle was warm in your ear. Your tongue ran along the sugar rim on your glass, breathless as she watched.

“You’re quite lucky.”

Both of you turned to look at the man who had sidled up beside you at the bar.

“Me or her?” Olivia asked.

“Both, I suppose,” he said, “although I was aiming it at you. I think you’ve captured the attention of the most gorgeous girl in here.”

“I certainly think so,” she said, her eyes sliding over your face again, lips curling up in a knowing smirk, “but then, after three years together I’m hardly going to think otherwise.”

His eyes lit up. Bingo. This was definitely your guy.

“I’m surprised you can keep your hands off her,” he said.

“Who says I can?” She turned back to look at him, “we’re just not interested in giving everyone a show.”

“You ever give anyone a show?”

Her eyes scanned him. You giggled, pressing closer to her. Her own lips curled into a knowing smile.

“What do you think, baby?” she asked, “wanna show him what a woman really enjoying herself looks like?”

“Uh huh,” you said, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, looking back to the man. His gaze darkened as he stared at you. You did your best to keep your disgust hidden from sight. His greedy gaze was like slime on your skin, nothing like when Olivia looked at you.

“Come on then,” she said to him, her hand landing on your ass, watching his eyes focus on it, “whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.”

He followed you out of the club, the thumping bass easing as you got onto the street. Your hand in Olivia’s was beginning to grow sweaty, your night only just beginning In the back of a cab, pressed between the two, Olivia buried her face in the crook of your neck, her hand on your thigh.

“Just like we talked about,” she murmured, quiet enough that only you could hear under the guise of foreplay, “you’re doing great.”

Hot breath played over the other side of your neck. Your head tilted back and soft lips made contact with your skin, Olivia continuing the cover. The small noise you made wasn’t calculated, unbidden from the feeling of her lips on you. The excited panting of the man beside you let you know he was watching closely.

The taxi came to an abrupt stop. Olivia helped you out of the car, the man hot on your heels. In the elevator up to the apartment that had been set up for you, Olivia wrapped her arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as she looked at the man.

“Just so we’re clear. You don’t touch her. You don’t touch me. But you get to watch and then you leave,” she said.

“That’s all I want,” he replied.

But the way he was looking at you says he wanted much more than that.

You fumbled with the keys, head hazy with Olivia’s hands on your body. With her soft curves brushing against yours, body heat and scent invading your senses, it was a miracle you could get the door open.

Her hands on your hips guided you towards the bedroom, face buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin. Your heart skipped a beat, thundering, easy to explain away as adrenaline due to the case rather than because you were weak kneed at the feeling of her. Your own body was betraying you.

She spun you, one hand cradling the base of your head, the other sliding to the small of your back.

“You ready for me, baby?” she asked, eyes smouldering as they looked at you.

“Please,” you whimpered, not sure if you were begging her to touch you or to end this.

“I’ve never been able to deny you anything,” she said, sounding softer than you were expecting, fingers massaging your scalp, “let’s play.”

She pushed the door open and a couple of bodies pushed past you. In your heels you were unsteady, using her body to keep you upright. Her hold on you was strong, steadying you the way she always did. You drew away.

Turning, you watched the man be put in cuffs. His shouts were hardly what you wanted to listen to. You crossed your arms, watching him, ignoring the way desire still licked like flames through your veins. In your peripheral vision, Olivia watched on too.

Later, once he’d been booked and a DNA swab sent off to the lab, you were back home, showering the evening off you. You weren’t sure you could scrub hard enough to forget the feeling of Olivia’s fingers on the skin of your inner thigh, flirting with the hem of your skirt, promising more than she would ever deliver on.

You groaned, fingers finding you still slick from the throbbing arousal she’d lit in you. Shaking your head, you flipped the faucet to cold, doing your best to calm the fire raging through you. Crossing that line right now would not help.

A knocking on your front door startled you. It was late, you weren’t expecting anyone, and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and try to forget how it felt to be Olivia’s for a night. You shut the water off. The knocking came again.

You grumbled as you dried off, shoving clothes onto your body. Old gym shorts and an oversized shirt, your typical uniform for bed. Looking through the peephole, you froze.

Olivia’s fist pounded against your door.

You were slow to open it to her, not sure what was about to happen. If she was about to lay into you for how tonight went. If she’d seen through you. If you’d made her uncomfortable. Your heart seized.

“Hey,” she said, eyes sweeping over your body the way they always did, as if assessing you, her training in full effect. Still, it didn’t stop you from shivering under her gaze.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Can I come in?”

You held the door open for her, almost groaning when she brushed past you. Shutting the door, you turned to find her assessing your place. A pokey little apartment, filled to the brim with things you’d collected over the years. It was hardly fancy but you liked it well enough. It was home, which was all you needed.

“You gonna explain yourself?” you asked when the silence had stretched so long it was making you antsy.

She turned away from your overstuffed bookcase, a paperback dangling from her fingers.

“You did well today,” she said.

“Thanks,” you said, more confused than ever, “but no offence, you could have told me that tomorrow.”

“Sorry, were you asleep?” she asked, but you knew she knew the answer to that.

“No,” you replied, “but that’s where I was headed.”

“You didn’t stay to see his interview,” she said.

“Cap told me to go home. That there was nothing more I could do tonight and he wanted me well rested for tomorrow,” you said with a shrug, “you had it handled.”

“He asked for you,” she said.

“The Captain?” Your brow furrowed.

“The perp,” she replied.

“Oh.”

You weren’t sure what to make of that.

“Said he had unfinished business with you and since clearly I wasn’t satisfying you he’d be more than happy to help you out,” she said.

“Ew.” Your nose wrinkled in disgust, “glad I wasn’t there to hear that.”

“That was the tame version,” she said.

“Did he at least confess?”

That was the only thing that mattered.

“He did,” she confirmed, “after telling us that he planned to rape you while I watched. That you’d enjoy it.”

“And now you’re here. Want me to come back in?” you asked.

“God no,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“So why are you here then?” You felt it was a reasonable question.

She sunk down onto your couch, resting her elbows on her thighs. Her hands pressed together, staring at them, her brow furrowed. You were careful as you settled beside her, giving her distance, not sure you could handle the feel of her warmth again.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” she eventually said.

“Home? To sleep?” you suggested.

Her scoff came with a disbelieving smile. You shook your head, your own smile curling up the corners of your lips. Your shoulder bumped hers, forgetting for a moment that just the feel of her sent your heart crazy.

“Why are you here?” you asked again, keeping you voice gentle.

“You should have heard what he was saying about you. I just…” Her fist clenched.

You reached over, your hands gently prying her fingers way, smoothing out her hand, letting it relax. You held it, peering up into her face.

“You got angry,” you said.

“I’m so good at listening to perps say shit about me. It doesn’t even phase me. But when it comes to you I crumble,” she said, eyes searching yours as if she could find answers there.

“He got to you,” you said, “it happens. It’s what he was trying to do.”

“But I let him. I shouldn’t have let him,” she said.

She turned towards you.

“How did he know to focus on you?” she asked, voice a whisper.

“You responded the first time so he kept prodding.” You shrugged, “it’s not your fault.”

“He knew.”

The hand that was still held in yours flipped, grasping onto yours almost too tightly. Her knee brushed against your thigh as she shifted closer. Your lips parted, teeth sinking into your lower lip. You watched as her gaze flicked down to it, darkening, before finding yours again.

“He knew,” she whispered.

“Knew what?” Your voice was just as quiet as hers.

“That I wasn’t pretending.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. The way she was looking at you was only making you feel like you’d stepped into someone else’s story.

“Liv,” you breathed, “what are you saying?”

Her palm was warm as it cupped you cheek. The sound that came from between your parted lips was pathetic, almost a whine, but soft and desperate. Her thumb ran along your cheekbone.

“I’m saying that tonight it was easy to slip into our cover because I was already there. It’s easy to pretend to be into someone when you actually are,” she said.

“You’re into me?” you asked.

“I think at this point you must be the last person to know,” she said, lips curling up into a small smile.

“I guess I am,” you said.

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable…” She began to draw away.

“No!”

Your hand landed on her shoulder, fingers digging in. She froze before she relaxed under your touch.

“Do you know what I’ve been doing tonight? What I’ve been doing since I got home?” you asked her.

She shook her head.

“I’ve been thinking about you. About what it felt like to have your hands on my body. About your lips on my skin. About how I wanted more,” you said.

“You wanted more? From me?” she asked.

“I know I should have been focused on the case, but it was so hard when you were driving me crazy,” you said.

“I was driving you crazy?” She laughed, “baby, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Then show me.”

Her eyes swept over you again, dark and smouldering and so full of hope. The hand on her shoulder slid up to curl around the back of her neck and then you were pulling her in. The first brush of lips was soft, a question more than a kiss. She sighed into your mouth and then she was pressing closer.

The hand on your cheek pulled you closer until you were climbing into her lap. Knees either side of her hips, your fingers slid into her hair, tilting her head back as you kissed her deeper. Her hands were back on your hips, the home you wanted them to have, gripping tight over the prints already burnt into your skin.

You moaned, hips shifting, tasting her. She was everywhere, hands sliding up your back, finding their way under your shirt. The feel of her skin against yours was driving you crazy, head spinning. She hummed, muffled in your mouth.

“Liv,” you murmured.

Her mouth returned to the place on your throat, the same place burnt by desire earlier in the night. Your head fell back, giving her more access. Her tongue flicked out, tasting your skin. You whined, her name another moan, fire licking through your veins. The throbbing was back between your legs, more insistent than ever.

“I wanted to kick his teeth in listening to him talk about you,” she whispered into your skin, fingers digging in to the skin on your back, nails biting.

“Soon enough he’ll be locked up and he won’t be able to get near anyone ever again,” you said, fingers tightening in her hair.

“He won’t be able to get near you,” she all but growled, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Liv,” you sighed as she kissed your skin again, “it’s kinda hot when you get all protective.”

“You’re getting off on this,” she said, looking up at you again.

“Only because it’s you,” you said, lips quirking up into a small smirk.

“It’s not just about tonight, is it?” she asked.

“I’ve wanted you for so long I don’t even remember what it’s like to not want you,” you replied, “although tonight… tonight has been a specific form of torture.”

“Being undercover with me is torture?” she asked, hands sliding further up the bare skin of your back.

“Having you touch me when I thought you didn’t want me? That it was all an act? That to you it was all a job and I was the idiot getting turned on?” Your forehead fell against hers, “that was torture.”

“This feel like an act to you?” she asked, nails dragging back down your skin.

“I could do with some more convincing,” you murmured.

“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.”

She chuckled as she kissed you again, hands warm on your skin. Your fingers were still tangled in her hair, able to tug until her chuckle turned into a groan. Your teeth sunk into her lower lip, tugging on it as you drew back. Her eyes were blown wide, kiss stung lips parted, breathing ragged.

“Promise this is for real? That you actually want this? That you want me?” you asked, needing to hear it from her lips.

“I want you. I want this. I want us,” she said, her voice soft, as if she knew how important her words were to you.

You pushed her hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her jaw. Leaning forward, your lips followed the line your fingers had traced. She sighed as her head tilted back, falling back against the cushions of your couch. Her hands slid back down, grasping your ass, hauling you closer. Your teeth scraped against her skin and the shaky moan was music to your ears.

You wanted to litter her body with your marks to find later. You wanted everyone to know you’d been there. You wanted her to remember this moment when she looked in the mirror the next day.

You yelped when she stood, your legs wrapping around her waist. She carried you, so strong, lips capturing yours again. Dropping you onto your mattress, unmade bed, she grinned down at you.

“That perv was right about one thing,” she murmured, eyes sweeping over your splayed form.

“He was?” you asked, curious what she was thinking, even as heat ran over your skin.

“I won’t be able to keep my hands off you now.”

Her hands ran up your legs, parting your thighs as she crawled between them. Smouldering eyes looked up your body, holding your gaze as her lips pressed to your inner thigh. Her name was a strangled moan on your lips. Her smirk was pleased, almost arrogant.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured.

Her hands slid up your body, pushing your shirt up, exposing your stomach to the cool air of your apartment. Her hips slotted between your thighs, leaning forward as her lips trailed up your skin. Her hands kept shoving the shirt higher until you grabbed it, tearing it off your body.

Her lips brushed along the underside of one breast. You whimpered when her lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking over it. Arching up into her mouth, your fingers wound through her hair again, pressing her closer, holding her there as pleasure spread through your veins.

One hand was gently running along the waistband of your shorts, a teasing touch that only drove you crazy. Your hips shifted, pressing up, trying to find some friction from her but was left frustratingly disappointed. She hummed, the vibrations going through you, only setting the throbbing between your legs off harder.

It was maddening.

“Liv,” you begged, “Liv, please.”

“You make my name sound so pretty, baby,” she murmured, lips brushing your skin.

“Please,” you tried again.

“Let me just stay here a little longer. I’m not done yet.”

Her mouth moved to the other breast. Your hand slipped from her hair, pushing the jacket from her shoulders. She let you, flinging it aside as her mouth sucked. You whimpered, arching further into her mouth, hands seeking out her bare skin.

Her fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts, snapping it back against your skin. You made such a desperate noise, one you hadn’t realised you were capable of. You felt her smile against your skin, tongue flicking over one nipple. You were about to combust.

Soft lips pressed to your skin, trailing down your stomach. She paused at the waistband of your shorts, sitting back to drag her eyes down your body. Your chest heaved, hands reaching to her. Arms crossed over the front of her body, she pulled her shirt over her head, shaking her hair back from her face. Your fingertips dragged down her sides, feeling her warmth, each inhale expanding beneath your fingers.

You couldn’t believe you were being offered the chance to see her like this.

With swift movements, she pulled her bra from her body. Your mouth grew dry from the sight of her, so beautiful, so perfect, and all for you. Your fingers brushed one breast before she was bending forward again, fingers hooking back into your shorts, tugging them down. You kicked them off, desperate for her.

“How did I go this long without this?” she murmured, lips ghosting along your hip bone.

Strong hands curled around your thighs, parting them to settle between them. You pushed up onto your elbows, staring down at you. Catching your eye she grinned before her lips pressed in a soft kiss to your inner thigh. You trembled.

“This all for me?” she asked, breath ghosting over your folds.

“Only for you,” you breathed.

Her tongue swept through your folds. You fell back on the mattress, fingers winding through her hair as your hips raised to meet her mouth. She hummed, the vibrations rocketing through you. Lifting one thigh over her shoulder, she pressed closer, gently suckling on your clit. Her name was sweet on your lips as you whimpered above her.

Her tongue was soft, exploring you with a patience you didn’t have. You wanted more, immediately, having spent enough time imagining this moment. You didn’t need more teasing, still dealing with the leftover arousal from your night in the club with her. That had been more than enough for you to be ready for her.

“Liv, please,” you begged, fingers tightening in her hair.

Dark eyes gazed up your body, smouldering as her tongue dipped into your entrance. You were breathless, caught in her gaze, unable to look away as she ignited a fire in your veins. Returning her attention to your clit, all you could do was moan her name.

Your hips bucked against her, trying to urge her for more. Ignoring it, she was still gentle, soft, coaxing you higher without giving you enough to tip over the edge. She took her time, watching you with every stroke of her tongue. Your mewls did nothing to convince her to do more, leaving you desperate.

She was such a tease.

She played with you until you were dripping. You were desperate, writhing on the bed, holding her against you. Her tongue dipped into you again before she drew back. You cried out, trying to pull her back against you.

“You make such pretty noises,” she murmured, finger ghosting over your clit as she watched you with darkened eyes.

“Please,” you begged.

She lent forward, kissing you until you were breathless. Her finger was slow to enter you, your moans muffled against her mouth. Her mouth trailed down your neck, lips closing around your earlobe. The noise you made only seemed to egg her on, a second finger joining the first.

Her thumb was slow to circle your clit as her fingers curled within you. Her soft words were coaxing you as her fingers drove you crazy. Your nails dragged down the skin of her back, hips meeting her thrust for thrust.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby,” she told you, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “you feel so good around my fingers.”

Your fingers wound into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging on it, insistent, desperate. Your hips were writhing against her. Her thumb was coaxing you higher, her breath ghosting over your skin as her hand worked between your legs.

“You drive me crazy,” she murmured, “I could spend hours doing this with you.”

“Liv,” you whimpered.

“You’re so good for me. So beautiful. So lovely.”

Your head went hazy, the pressure building. You were beyond desperate for her. Clutching at her, your thighs hooked over her hips, you gave yourself over to the feeling of her hand. She kept murmuring in your ear, coaxing you through it, only making you needy for more.

When the wave broke, when it crashed into you, you cried out her name, nails digging in, fingers tightening. You clamped down on her fingers, pulse after pulse of pleasure going through your body. Her words were so soft as she eased you through it.

“That’s it. You did so well for me. You were such a good girl,” she said as you began to relax into the mattress.

The fingers that had tangled in her hair guided her back towards you, kissing her until she sighed into your mouth. Her hand slipped from between your legs. When she drew back, her tongue ran up her fingers before she sucked them into her mouth, cleaning herself. Warmth bloomed in you again.

“You’re incredible,” you sighed, watching her, needing her to know.

She chuckled, leaning forward to kiss you again, the taste of you still on her tongue. You wound your arms around her neck, legs still over her hips, wanting to feel her everywhere. Rolling, you straddled her, kissing her deeper, not able to stop yourself. You weren’t sure you would ever get enough of her.

Her hands stroked along your bare skin, from the top of your spine, all the way to the base. It was so soft, so gentle, nothing like the forceful cop out in the streets looking for justice. You whimpered, pressing closer.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered against your lips.

“And all yours,” you said, “if you’ll have me.”

She gently tucked your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. You stared down at her, waiting for her answer with bated breath.

“Of course I’ll have you for as long as you let me,” she said.

“Forever,” you sighed, “you can have me forever.”

She kissed you again, sealing the deal.

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perfectmagicmikexxl · 8 months ago

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I feel like writing again. Gimme a prompt. Let’s see where it goes. Let’s try angst with some fluff. Any ideas!

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Jane went to Maura's after, because of course she did. That's just where she went after she closed a case, or got out of hospital, or at the end of a day. It was where she was welcome.

"I could kill a beer," Jane said, closing the door behind her. A moment later she was shoved up against it by a tiny but furious Maura.

"You went in without backup," Maura hissed, and Jane knew that wasn't supposed to be hot but by god the fire in her eyes was burning her alive. Maura's hands frisked her, tickling Jane a little where they pushed up her shirt, where they brushed against the nape of her neck, where they grazed her throat to lift Jane's head, then tugged at her jaw to scan Jane's face.

Something in Jane's eyes stopped Maura, made her step away, walking backwards to the kitchen and leaning back against the counter. Jane came towards her, then veered over the fridge where she hoped a Blue Moon was calling her name.

A moment later she was shoved against it, one arm pulled behind her like she was a perp, her face jammed against the cool glass door.

Anyone else she would fight. But she felt Maura taking her cuffs and gun, effectively disarming her, and she let it happen, let Maura's hands wander her hips and pull up her shirt at the back, running over Jane's skin and leaving a trail of fire in the wake of her fingers. Her arm wasn't uncomfortably ratched behind her, and she was pitifully damp at this minor display of aggression.

She loved Maura. She loved kind Maura, who tended her wounds with soft eyes. She liked sad Maura, who clung to Jane as she wept. She loved smart Maura, who had an encyclopaedia for a brain. She loved professional Maura, who was impeccable in every way. She loved elegant Maura, dressed to impress. She loved casual Maura, wearing Jane's clothes and drinking one of Jane's beers in Jane's dinky little condo after a long day. She loved sleepy Maura, who fell asleep in Jane's bed like she felt safe there. And she loved fierce, angry Maura, with her flashing eyes and harsh tone.

So she let Maura do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. It was never anything like this, although the results were interesting. Jane loved Maura, but she hadn't wanted to consider what the warmth heating her chest and underwear might mean.

"Show me," Maura growled. Jane's knees buckled and Maura let go of her then.

"I'm okay," Jane said, using the opportunity to snag the beer she craved. She popped it and drank thirstily, seeing how Maura followed the trail of the amber liquid down Jane's throat exposed to her. She almost choked; the look in Maura's eyes was so fierce and and... distraught. "I'm fine," Jane said quickly, too quickly, dribbling beer down the front of her shirt. She put the beer on the counter, seeing how Maura moved away from her now with wary eyes, expecting retribution. It made Jane sad, that Maura thought Jane would try to hurt or restrain her in any way. Maura should spank Jane and Jane would simply thank her for the pleasure of the touch of her hand. Maura could cuff Jane and Jane would simply melt. Maura could frisk her and restrain her and Jane would simply comfort her.

Like she was trying to now. Jane sighed and lifted her shirt over her head. Blood had started to seep through it anyway, and it mingled with the beer.

"I was wearing my vest, like you asked me to when I don't have backup."

Maura's hand was on her instantly, moving the edge of Jane's undershirt out of the way to inspect the bandage, to peel back a corner of it and examine the wound. Bruised and a butterfly stitch. Right over her heart.

Maura leaned into Jane's sore chest. "I'm so sick of you getting shot." Maura's voice was so low and small that Jane barely heard her.

"It's not like I enjoy it either," Jane bluffed; the only moments she felt alive were when someone tried to take her life. Or moments like this, where Maura was so soft and vulnerable, speaking about what was between them carefully so Jane wouldn't pull away from her. Jane wrapped her arms around Maura instead, pulling her closer despite her lack of shirt. She rubbed Maura's back and felt her shoulder shake as she started to cry. She'd been so mad, so upset. And she was still upset. Maura never got mad at anyone the way she got mad at Jane, and Jane figured it was because she could take it. Maura wasn't worried about their relationship the way she was with everyone else either; she was angry with Arthur and Constance and Paddy and Hope and sometimes even Angela, but she only ever lost her temper with Jane because she knew Jane would never abandon her.

It was a blessing and a curse.

"I'm sorry," Jane said gently, pressing a kiss against Maura's head. She could do that when Maura was upset; they never talked about it afterwards, how much Maura needed from Jane, how much Jane gave her.

Maura pulled away and tried to compose herself.

"And I'm sorry for the uncouth way I greeted you."

Jane brushed a tear away from Maura's cheek, then cupped her face and kissed her forehead.

"I'm hard to love," Jane joked, recalling an old conversation they'd once had.

"It's the easiest thing I've ever done." Maura wouldn't meet Jane's eyes until Jane tilted her chin up. Even then she tried to evade Jane's gaze, closing her eyes tight until Jane's lips slowly brushed hers for the first time. She didn't pull away or gasp or yell or scream like Jane had imagined it so many times. She just accepted Jane's lips against hers and pressed back, just as gently, just as insecure in their affection.

She tasted like the cotton candy lip balm she used when she was sad and trying to cheer herself up. She felt so good in Jane's arms, so warm and perfectly soft and short enough to hold all of her at once. And she kissed Jane like she'd never been kissed before. She kissed like she knew Jane was as scared as she was but was being brave, her hands clasping Jane at the hips, her thumb beneath Jane's belt and burning a hole into Jane's skin beneath it. She kissed Jane like it was the most interesting, important thing she'd ever done.

She kissed Jane like she knew everything about her and loved her anyway. She kissed Jane like it was easy, like it was inevitable, and Jane supposed it was.

Jane pulled away slowly and reluctantly. Although she was responding to the kiss, it wasn't the sort of kiss that had them tearing each other's clothes off. It was built from tension and anxiety and concern and love, not from desire or lust.

"I'm sorry," Jane said again, aware suddenly that the kiss might have been unwelcome, unwilling to think why she'd been so bold as to take something that hadn't been offered. Not wanting to address the elephant in the room - not the literal elephant ornament Maura had imported from Africa, one she knew a large amount about - but Jane's ever-present crush on Maura, Jane's big gay crush on her best friend, the crush that was crushing her.

"The only reason to be sorry is if you didn't mean it." Maura's eyes finally met hers, still wet and sad but also focused and fierce. "Did you mean it?"

Jane hesitated; she wasn't ready to admit how much she'd meant it, how much Maura meant to her. Maura shoved her back against the fridge again and Jane's knees buckled from the growl that came from Maura's throat as she awaited an answer, not a single ounce of patience left in her body.

"I asked you a question." Maura's eyes were dark and angry, but beneath that was the insecurity Jane had always seen in them, the fear Maura had that she wasn't good enough.

Unable to speak, Jane nodded quickly. "Yes," she managed to rasp out. "More than anything, yes."

Maura's fingers crept to the wound on Jane's chest and covered it again, apparently satisfied with the job the medics had done. She pressed a little kiss atop the bandage once she replaced it, over Jane's heart.

"Good." Maura picked up Jane's beer and swigged from it in a very unladylike manner. "You're filthy. You should shower. Keep the bandage dry."

Maura had gone from a feral, possessive creature to a stoic housewife in a moment. Her eyes had flashed gold, her teeth sharp, her fingers digging deliciously into Jane's skin, and now she had finished off Jane's beer - a beer she had very much been looking forward to - as though nothing had happened.

Perhaps she was doing this for Jane's sake; perhaps she was giving Jane a chance to regroup and take it back.

But it was out there now. Jane couldn't take it back. She didn't want to, either. She'd just stared down the barrel of thirty-odd years of sexual repression and she couldn't stand a moment more. She rounded on Maura the way a wolf bore down on prey: her hackles raised and her mouth watering. Maura stared at her so unimpressed that Jane gave up before her hand could reach for Maura.

"I - I could use some medical supervision."

"In the shower?" Maura's eyebrows quirked up and Jane leaned in and kissed one quickly.

"To prevent infection," Jane said, half-remembering the medic's instructions.

Maura's eyes roamed over Jane again, her eyebrows the only things to give her away. Maura's breath rushed out of her and her shoulders crumbled.

"Did you really - did you really just kiss me?"

Jane nodded shyly, and Maura deflated again.

"I thought so, but I've imagined it so many times I couldn't tell if it was real."

It was Jane's eyebrow's turn to raise in surprise. Maura blushed deeply.

"Why now? After all this time? I'd given up."

Jane took a deep breath. "Something to do with the way you treated me like a perp." She blushed as Maura considered her words, the implication that Jane found a forceful Maura in control so hot that she hadn't been able to resist a moment longer. "It felt like you were already angry so I might as well risk it."

"I'm sorry I was so rough with you."

"Don't be. I'm a big girl. I won't break."

Jane saw Maura's eyes darken then, saw Maura's stomach clench beneath her skin-tight dress.

"We need a safe word," Maura cautioned her, and Jane sighed with relief. They'd talk more, later. Jane's eyes caught sight of the fruit bowl.

"Orange."

Maura's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.

"Knock knock," Jane said.

"Who's there?"

"Banana. Knock knock."

"Banana who?"

"No, I said knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Banana. Knock knock."

"You already said banana."

Jane sighed, filled with long-suffering regret.

"Knock knock."

"Jane if you-" Maura cut herself off and sighed too. "Who's there?"

"Orange."

Maura paused, unimpressed. Jane grabbed herself another beer and gestured for Maura to take the cue.

"Orange who?"

"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?"

Maura huffed in frustration, took Jane's beer and downed it with one long pull before pushing Jane against the fridge again.

"You'll regret that," Maura said, her voice low and husky.

"Promise?" Jane rasped out, her knees weak again as Maura kissed her. Maura chuckled lowly, and Jane wondered if she would survive the night. She'd faced an armed perp a few hours ago, but the feel of Maura's body against her was what was slowly killing her.

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"I notice you didn't invoke any fruit," Maura said a few hours later, her fingers tracing a delicious pattern over Jane's bare back. Maura had taken charge in every single way and Jane couldn't be happier.

"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?" Jane asked, then laughed as Maura pinned her to the bed beneath her, her teeth already scraping across Jane's throat again.

It turned out pissing off the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts paid off with dividends.

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