#Rafael barba one shot

[storiesofsvu]

Love You Always

Rafael Barba x reader warnings: language maybe? it's pure fluff y'all. This was a request that I took a little bit of a spin on but the end result is the same and the prompt still fits and works lol Quick reminder: as Barba has over 50 ppl on his taglist and that is tumblr's max, if you do not interact with this/other barba post you will be removed for someone who is on the wait list who actually does want to read and interact.

When you’d made the move from a small town in Pennsylvania out to New York you really had no idea what was in store for you. Getting the opportunity to live in the city was a huge enough thrill on its own, delicious food, incredible night life, easy enough to get around and a plethora of places to meet people. Work was consistent, busy enough to keep you stimulated and making money but never overwhelming, you always had weekends off and were reminded you never had to take work home unless you really wanted to.

The level of freedom you felt was an incredibly good thing, especially considering your boyfriend seemed to never stop working. You were free to swing by on your lunch, making sure he ate something other than chocolate covered espresso beans and would happily be the one to drag him out of the office at the end of a long day. Though you had no complaints about the matter, you loved him no matter what and knew that what he did was important, not to mention incredibly admirable.

The two of you had moved in together a couple of years ago, a nice two bedroom apartment smack in the middle of your commutes. Rafael had turned the second bedroom into a home office but hadn’t completely taken it over, leaving half of it for you to outfit however you’d like. He never wanted it to just be his space, wanted to make sure you always felt welcomed and wanted even if the most you normally did was curl up with a book in the arm chair beside his desk. He utterly adored having you around, the quality time beside another human was more than enough for both of you, you were able to communicate without words by now. There were moments where Rafael wouldn’t even realize he’d been letting his work stress him out until your gentle hands were on his shoulders, massaging out the knots. There were other moments where you were so sucked into your novel you had no idea how much time had gone by until he was pressing a kiss to the top of your head, mentioning you’d both missed dinner.

There had been talks of the future of course, some of them happening before you bought the apartment, making sure you were making the right investment, but there had never really been a talk about marriage. You’d talked about where in the city you wanted to live, decided on kids or no kids, if you wanted to stay in the same career path, what you’d like to do after retiring and while you knew you were in each other’s stories, a ring never came up. You loved your romantic movies and Rafael knew that, often watching them with you, a small smile on his face as you tried to hide your happy tears or blamed your sniffling on allergies. He knew you were a hopeless romantic and did his best on a regular basis to show you how much he loved you, flowers, treats, fancy date nights and the like.

The first time marriage truly came up was when you were out for dinner and witnessed a very public proposal that you immediately turned your nose up at. Rafael raised a brow and you let out a small laugh, explaining that not only were they incredibly tacky, nearly forcing the person answering to say yes, but this one in particular was going to end in a fight once they were home. Never ask a question like that if you don’t know the definite answer. On the other end of the spectrum, the two of you had a fantastic date night and you were certain it ended better than the not so happy couple.

The second time it technically came up Rafael was coming home entirely too late and while you didn’t have particular plans, you had happened to fall asleep on the couch waiting for him. He felt a pang of guilt wash through him when he found you, half full glass of wine on the coffee table with an empty one meant for him. When he woke you up to get you to bed he apologized, promising that it wouldn’t happen again. You let out a soft giggle, still half asleep and mentioned something about it not being a problem, you knew you were his side chick, he was married to his job after all, it was his wife and you were okay with that.

The third time it came up when your cousin’s wedding invitation came in the mail and you asked if he wanted to come with you. He laughed, saying of course he did and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, he was your plus one forever after all. You returned the laugh, letting him know it was back in Pennsylvania, it would be a minimum of a three day trip out there, you’d have to leave midday Friday and likely return late on Sunday, if not Monday. He simply shrugged, saying he’d make absolutely sure that his schedule was cleared, this was something that was important to you and he didn’t want to miss any of those.

Rafael had been expecting the usual wedding festivities, friends new and old reuniting between a couple of smaller hotels or bars around the town. Some whom had kept in touch, some who hadn’t spoken since graduation. There was plenty of catching up, questions asked and answered about careers, families, kids. He was prepared for all of that, prepared to whisk you away the second anyone started nagging a little too hard about getting married or starting a family of your own. Instead he was met with you laughing, winding your arm in his and saying that the two of you were your own family.

What he definitely wasn’t expecting was to be hit with a brick wall of emotions when the actual wedding started. Everything was so incredibly beautiful, the church lit up perfectly, stunning bridesmaids dresses that correlated with the groomsmen pocket squares, ties and socks. The flower arrangements were gorgeous, the music matched the vibe immaculately, every single detail you could imagine was well thought through and executed amazingly. His hand in yours as the ceremony started, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as the bride stepped into the room and he knew you would be teary eyed in a matter of seconds.

He couldn’t help but watch you throughout the ceremony, a small smile on his face, one that you caught and smiled back to every time you looked over at him. You loved love, and you loved him and that made him feel so incredibly warm inside, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Your eyes glistened in the sunlight, a glimmering of happy tears in them as the couple began their vows and it became very obvious you weren’t the only hopeless romantic in the room. They told stories of their childhood, how they’d been best friends at such a young age, how through time they had went their different ways but always seemed to find their way back to each other. How they’d gone to different colleges, lived on opposite sides of the country and even when they didn’t stay in touch, life had a way to keep their invisible string intact. How she’d been smitten from the moment they reconnected, how he surprised her on their first anniversary with a plot of land where she’d always dreamed of living, and how he was going to build their dream home. How much they meant to each other, that they wanted to spend the rest of their days and then some together, how much they believed in destiny and how thankful they were that they were brought back together and realized what true love was because it was so often sitting right in front of your nose.

Rafael didn’t think he was a sap, but the misting in his eyes would prove otherwise.

The way your hand was softly squeezing at his thigh whenever something particularly romantic or emotional certainly wasn’t helping either. And the look of complete love, awe, hope and longing reflecting from your eyes was enough to drive him wild. He found his heart beating faster in his chest, butterflies racing in his stomach, he wanted to be the one on the receiving end of that kind of a look. He was utterly lost in his romantic thoughts until the couple kissed, the church erupting in applause and you were tugging him to stand, cheering to celebrate their new union.

He managed to keep his cool throughout dinner, though he got a little misty eyed when the speeches started. Out of pure instinct you were cuddled into his side, the more intimate and loving the stories and speeches got, the closer the two of you got to each other. There was nothing either of you wanted than to be with each other and this celebration of love was solidifying it.

The two of you were up on the dance floor, encouraging your nieces and nephews to burn off all the sugar from the cake dancing around as wildly as they could before having to leave. A slow song started and you thought for a moment you were leaving the dance floor until Rafael grabbed your hand, a sparkle in his eye as he twirled you under his arm and then his other hand slid around your waist, leading you in a slow rhythm around the dance floor. A blooming of happiness started in your chest as your cheek rested next to his, small smile on both of your cheeks as you danced.

“You’ve been quiet,” you murmured, “not having any fun?”

“Quite the opposite.” He chuckled, his lips brushing your cheek.

“Then what’s going on in that brain of yours, hmm?”

“I’ve been thinking.”

“About?” You asked, your head coming to rest on his shoulder.

“You.” He replied, his hand rubbing at the small of your back, “love. This.” You felt his hand come off your back, gesturing to the room, “How beautiful it is. How beautiful you are. How happy I am with you, and that I want that kind of happiness forever. That I want this. With you.”

“Careful Rafael, this is starting to sound like a proposal.” You teased from your spot on his shoulder, feeling his chest rumble as he chuckled.

“Never. That would be incredibly inappropriate, I’m not one to steal someone’s moment.”

“Sure.” You laughed and he playfully rolled your eyes as you lifted your head up. The hand he had holding yours moved to cup your face as you stepped even closer together. His eyes gazed into yours with nothing but absolute adoration.

“But believe me when I say this, I’m going to marry you one day and one day soon.” His thumb brushed over your cheek and you felt a dopey smile take over your lips, “our own special day where I get to tell everyone just how much I love you, how I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, how you deserve the entire world and I got so incredibly lucky because you chose me.”

“And I would a million times over.” Leaning in you pressed your lips to his, a small sigh relaxing both of you into the kiss as you continued to sway. Your cheek came to rest against his once more, his hand briefly cupping the back of your head before moving back to your waist. “Because I love you Rafael, more than anyone in the world. I’m lucky to have you to love.”

“I love you too.”

He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, continuing to guide you around the dance floor until the song came to an end. For the third time today he found a misting of happy tears in his eyes, the same ones reflecting in yours except this time it was because of your own love, your own little secret that no one else in the room knew quite yet. That not only did you have a future together but he was going to be able to call you his wife, and that meant the entire world to him.

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[justanoasisimagines]

Hermosa

My my lovelies, I'm back with another love letter! My requests are currently open and you can find my request guidlines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

I want to thank you for being so patient with me as of late. It cannot be easy for you. The late hours at the office. Bringing my work home with me. You've put up with more than most would. Many would have left me by now, yet you have chosen to stay, and for that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. This leads me to my next point, I'm taking the entire weekend off. No work calls, no responding to emails. Nothing. I want to spend the entire weekend with you because the other day I was thinking I couldn't remember the last time we spent any quality time together. So this weekend me and you are going to a cabin in the woods which I've rented out. No interruptions. Time to catch up, and relax by the lake. I heard it has a beautiful view this time of year. I'm currently counting down the hours until our trip. Thank you for being so supportive and understanding Hermosa. All my love, Rafael x

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Rafael Barba

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[megalony]

Reliving the dream- Part 4

I suddenly felt inspired to write for Rafael Barba and SVU again, I hope you will all like this part. Any requests and comments would be greatly appreciated.

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Summary: (Y/n) and Rafael had to recover from losing their baby 2 years ago, but their lives start to change again when (Y/n) finds out she’s pregnant again.

Enjoy.

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A smile wormed it way onto Rafael's lips and he paused in his ministrations of undoing his tie when he felt a pair of warm arms securing around his middle. He shivered when he felt (Y/n)'s face pressing between his shoulder blades and her hot breaths fanning against his skin through his dress shirt.

"Hello mi amour," His voice was soft as butter while he threw his tie onto the bed and kicked off his shoes. He had only just walked through the bedroom door and (Y/n) automatically clung to him like he had been gone days instead of hours.

"Hi baby." (Y/n) closed her eyes and inhaled his scent before she tightened her arms around him, not wanting to pull away just yet. She could feel him chuckling quietly and he reached an arm behind him to hold her hip before he slowly turned around in her arms.

With a growing smile, Rafael cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands and pressed a longing kiss to her lips and he swore she melted against him into a puddle. "How was your day?" He spoke quietly in between kisses and he slowly walked (Y/n) back until her knees hit the bed and she sat down.

Even though she had seen him this morning before work it felt like the hours had dragged until he walked through the door. (Y/n) wasn't ever so keen on being home alone, when they were both at work it was okay because she was busy and around people but if Rafael was working and she wasn't, (Y/n) felt at a loss for what to do. All she wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms lately and the moment he let her go she felt empty.

It didn't dawn on (Y/n) that she was only in her bra and underwear until she watched her husband rake his eyes over her frame and his smile turned into a catfish grin that made her stomach flip. She had been in the process of getting changed after a bath when Rafael came home.

A curious look came across Rafael's lips as he leaned over (Y/n) with his hands resting on her hips and his legs stood between her thighs. He watched intently as she took hold of one hand and moved his palm until it was pressed under her growing stomach. Silence enveloped them and he waited patiently and confused until he felt a small wriggle against his hand that made his face light up.

They were at twenty weeks now so it was about now that (Y/n) would start to feel the baby moving and soon she would feel them kicking and she knew the moment it started, everything would feel real. Up until now she still couldn't get her mind around the fact that they were going to have a baby. That she was going to have a baby.

All she could think about was their baby girl and a repeat of history that would render them childless again.

The chances of having another miscarriage or stillbirth were very slim and extremely unlikely but it didn't make it any easier. (Y/n) wanted to be the kind of woman who could go out and look at baby clothes and buy some in advance without panicking that if she bought even one outfit, she would tempt fate and then she would suddenly have a miscarriage. It didn't feel safe to buy anything or get the spare room set up and decorated, (Y/n) didn't want to do anything until their baby was almost born.

If she was being honest with herself, (Y/n) would rather not get anything ready until she'd gone through labour and was sure they would be able to bring their child home at the end of it all.

Going through labour and ending up with no child at the end didn't even come with feelings, it left (Y/n) and Rafael hollow. They were able to see, hold and cuddle their baby for as long as they wanted but it wasn't the same because they had to savour her touch because one touch had to last a lifetime without her.

"They know their Papi." Rafael smiled charmingly before he pulled back and began to unbutton his shirt.

At their scan next week they would find out if they were having a boy or a girl and though Rafael was excited, he knew (Y/n) was apprehensive. If they had a girl, it would feel like they were replacing Bella and he knew (Y/n) would just be waiting until the day she thought she would miscarry. If they had a boy maybe she wouldn't be so panicked but he wasn't sure.

He wanted her to enjoy the experience like last time, he knew (Y/n) had loved feeling the baby move and watching her body change to look after their baby. He would feel a lot better if (Y/n) was calmer and excited rather than panicked and worried.

"Your mum came round today," (Y/n) slowly rose from the bed with one hand rubbnig soothing circles over her stomach. She made her way over to the chair in front of the window and held out a box to Rafael.

"From mami?" He questioned befoe he took the small blue box from (Y/n)'s hands and set it down on the bed to take a peek.

His breath suddenly got stuck at the back of his throat and he felt himself tense for a few seconds as he looked into the box. Rafael's hands were subtally trembling when he slowly pulled the hand-knitted blanket out of the tissue paper. It was a lovely cream colour with rows in squares and two rows or purple and green bordering around the blanket.

"It's lovely, I cried when I opened it." (Y/n) couldn't speak without her voice breaking and it made tears well up in her eyes.

The blanket was beautiful and it was hand-made which made it all the more special but it hurt.

(Y/n) felt awful when her mother-in-law came round and gave her the gift because she couldn't help but cry when she looked at the blanket. It was touching to have something so lovely that must have taken hours to complete and it would be very special to her child when they grew older. But that was the part that made (Y/n) cry. She didn't know if the baby would be okay or even alive to appreciate this gift.

When they told his mother last time that they were pregnant, she had been over the moon and she made a similar blanket which was champagne white with pink flowers and pink ribbon sewn around the edging. She also made purple slippers for their baby as well but they had been made in vain.

"She's been dying to make some outfits since we told her." Rafael gently folded the blanket back and put it back in the box before he turned towards (Y/n).

"I know, and I want her to make them but we didn't even keep the last blanket she made, we b... I can't do that again."

(Y/n) rubbed at her tired, sore eyes before she sat down on the bed and flopped to lay on her side.

Deep down, (Y/n) wished she had that baby blanket his mother made for them. It might have been something she could hold onto and cuddle when she yearned to have their baby in her arms. It would have been a good source of comfort for them both but they didn't have it anymore. When they lost Bella, they had dressed her in the only outfit Rafael's mother had managed to make for her with how premature she had been and they wrapped her up in the same blanket she had made. Bella was buried with the blanket so she was warm and comfortable.

(Y/n) couldn't go through picking an outfit out and swaddling their next baby up in this blanket to be buried in the ground. She couldn't do it again.

"Querida, we won't have to do that this time." Rafael sat down on the bed beside her and moved his hand to smooth over her stomach. "You can feel them moving about now and we know they're okay. We're gonna have a baby who will be perfect."

A grin broke out on (Y/n)'s face despite the few tears still leaving her eyes and she slowly carded her fingers through Rafael's hair when he shuffled down so that he was level with her stomach. She wasn't sure what he whispered but whatever it was made the baby within her stir before he kissed her stomach.

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"Hey hun, you want something to eat?"

Amanda's voice broke (Y/n) out of her thoughts and she tiredly looked up, trying to look around for the blonde who was sitting on her desk across from (Y/n). She had a Chinese takeout pot in her hand and chopsticks in the other that she was clattering together like a crab's pinchers which made (Y/n) smile despite how rough she felt.

Nothing she had been eating recently had stayed down long enough to digest, everything came back up and (Y/n) was feeling worse for wear because of it. She just prayed that Rafael wouldn't come down to the precinct today because she promised him if she didn't manage to keep breakfast down then she would stay home. But she didn't want to be home alone, if anything happened to the baby she didn't want to be alone and work was the best place to be when she was around her friends. It wasn't like she was doing any hard work either when she was bound to desk duty for the foreseeable future.

"No, thanks I'm good." It was tempting, (Y/n) was always partial to some noodles but she didn't want to take the risk. It would be better to fast for the day and let her stomach settle than risk eating something and throw it up later.

"You sure (Y/n)? There's some rice or some plain noodles if you want." Carisi perched himself on the edge of (Y/n)'s desk and held a container out towards her with a bright smile and a fork in his hand because he couldn't work the chopsticks properly.

"No... w-what have you got?" (Y/n) couldn't help the way her lips pulled into a frown when the smell hit her nose like a truck.

It never normally affected her but even the simplest food seemed to smell so horrid to (Y/n) now she was pregnant and it was making bile rise in her throat. All she wanted to do was eat, her stomach was growling with hunger and it was making her head spin but she couldn't when throwing it up again later felt so awful. Her throat burned from the acid when she was sick and her stomach seemed to turn in knots.

Starving herself until she was better would work because she had tried to eat little and often but it only meant she was sick more often. Even water wasn't staying down recently either.

"Sweet and sour chicken, want some?"

The moment Carisi moved the container towards her, (Y/n) leaned back and held her breath so she wouldn't smell the food and she pushed it back towards him, hoping he would get the hint and move it away.

"Sorry Carisi but it smells, could you...?"

"Yeah, yeah sure, sorry. Why don't you try some crackers?" He could see she was feeling a bit queasy and he also knew she hadn't eaten anything for lunch yet. Going without wouldn't be the best idea, at least some crackers would line her stomach and be easier to hold down.

It felt good to eat a few prawn crackers, (Y/n) could feel the tension leaving her body and her stomach- and the baby, seemed to settle a bit more when she ate a few. It was so tempting to gorge out and eat the whole bag but (Y/n) knew better than to do that because it wouldn't help and it was daring to want to try some rice and noodles but she had to pace herself and take it slow. Maybe this afternoon she could try and eat something else.

That was a mistake.

(Y/n) pressed her palm to her forehead and closed her eyes, trying to take a few deep breaths but she could feel the panic bubbling up in her stomach. Eating had been a mistake and it had barely been twenty minutes since she had those crackers and they were churning in her stomach already.

She was going to be sick and she knew it. Pushing herself up onto unsteady feet, (Y/n) tried to smile and walk slowly but she broke out into a sprint for the toilets when she could feel bile rising at the back of her throat and bubbling up into her mouth.

She didn't make it to the toilets.

Her knees caved in next to the water fountain that held her weight for her as she clung to it and heaved onto the floor. Even the cup of water she had managed to have this morning came back up with vengence and everything spilled out onto the floor until she was coughing and spluttering. Her skin was burning against the cold fountain beside her and (Y/n) could feel her body beginning to shake.

"(Y/n)?"

"Fuck," (Y/n) choked on the word as well as the water that was still trying to escape her lips.

(Y/n) tried to lift her head to see her husband hurrying towards her but her head felt like it was suddenly full of lead and weighing towards the floor. Even her eyes burned when she looked up through hooded lashes to see a blurry image of Rafael coming at her at full speed.

"Querida, look at me." Rafael's voice was gently but full of worry when he reached her side. He dropped his briefcase to the floor and in an instant his arms were around her waist, keeping her to his side. "Come on, mi amour." His voice was soft and gentle and he let her lean her weight onto him and guide her slowly down the corridor to the toilets.

The moment they got into the toilets, (Y/n) felt like the room had spun on its axis and the only thing keeping her up when her legs caved in was Rafael's arms that swooped under her armpits and hoisted her up so she didn't collide with the toilet.

"Fuck! Sweetheart, you still with me?" He wasn't sure if she had fainted or if her energy had dwindled but when she buckled, he held her back to his chest before he slowly lowered her down to her knees in front of the toilet. Sighing in relief when he heard a small whimper from her lips before her head flopped on the toilet rim and she threw up again.

With a deep breath left Rafael's lips before he kneeled down in the small cubicle with her and gently pulled her hair away from her face.

She didn't look well. Her skin was blotched with sweat and she was burning up and her tired eyes could barely stay open and even though she had been sick, her lips were clearly dry and chapped telling him she hadn't been drinking enough.

It broke Rafael's heart when (Y/n) started to cry mixed with choked breaths when she felt like she could barely breathe at all. If he'd have known she was this bad he wouldn't have gone to the office this morning, he would have stayed home with her and made sure she either ate something or went to the hospital to be checked up because this wasn't good.

"Alright sweetheart, it's okay let it out. I'll talk to Liv and take you to hospital."

(Y/n) didn't want to be like this, she didn't want to be or feel like a burden because she should be able to look after herself and the baby, Rafael shouldn't always have to come to her rescue but it was good that he did. She didn't know where she would be without him.

It took a lot of effort for (Y/n) to push herself away from the toilet and lean back into Rafael but she instantly felt better and relaxed when she leaned into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel him kissing her damp forehead and muttering something in Spanish against her hair but she couldn't work out what he said, all she could hear was static in her ears. Her head snuggled further into his chest and a murmur vibrated against her throat but she didn't know what she was trying to say.

"What?" Rafael leaned his chest back and tilted his head down to try and look at (Y/n) to work out what she said but his body tensed and his muscles tightened when she went limp against him and her head lolled against his chest. "Oh, sweetheart."

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"Rafi?"

"How do you feel, Querida?"

(Y/n) leaned into his touch when his hand smoothed over her cheek and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed she appeared to be laying in. She stayed quiet for a few moments, trying to work out what was happening and remember what she was doing before she woke up here.

She could remember throwing up at the precinct and being in the car with Rafael but everything else was made of cotton wool and clogged up in her mind.

"W-what...?" Her hazy vision looked down at her hand but she shuddered when she saw a needle stuck into her vein on the back of her hand connected to a drip. What were they giving her?

"No, no Querida leave it in, please." Rafael was quick to grab both her hands and hold them on his lap to stop her from trying to take out the IV. He couldn't have her rip it out like he'd seen her do before, there would be blood everywhere and it would only serve to hurt her. It was there to get her fluids up and to get the anti-emmetics into her system so she could start to eat properly without throwing everything back up again.

"How long have we been here?"

"About three hours I think. I brought you to the emergency room and they brought you up here, you're on an IV for fluids and some anti sickness meds so you can start to eat soon. They want to keep you in overnight and make sure you actually keep something down before we go."

He hadn't expected her to remember what happened this afternoon, she had seemed very out of sorts the few times she woke up.

He managed to get her in the car with the help of Carisi and she briefly woke up and then again when they were waiting downstairs in the emergency room. When she woke up again when they moved her into this room Rafael had pinned her down so they could put the cathiter in her vein and since then he'd made a few phone calls and waited for her to come back around again.

"I don't want to stay, Rafi, baby please-"

"You can baby me all you want but we're not leaving until they say you're ready." The way he rose his brow and quirked his lips made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter before she suddenly moved both their hands to rest on her tummy. It only now dawned on her that something may have happened or gone wrong with their baby. "The baby's fine." It was as if he could read her mind and see all the worries floating around and he wanted to quell each one to make her feel better.

He would burn the world down if she asked him to.

His smile suddenly softened and (Y/n) could see his eyes glossing over before he leaned closer until theri foreheads were touching.

"They did a quick ultrasound to double check everything was okay... we're having a baby boy, Querida."

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

When universes collide.

Warnings: canon typical violence, reference to Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame and jealous Defender Strange.

A/N: This is a little plot bunny that was racing around in my head and I hope you enjoy it.

Rafael Barba had experienced his fair share of mysteries as an ADA and while he was able to solve some of them; the ones he couldn’t solve haunted him.

The mystery that was currently confounding him was how you dealt with situations where your two lives collided.

The SVU squad all knew about your status as an Avenger. Rafael had been meaning to reach out to you and offer support because he could see how much Thanos’ Snaps had affected you. Every time he tried to talk to you about it, there was either a case the squad needed to deal with or a supernatural crisis that you had to resolve.

Today proved to be no different. Rafael had planned to talk to you before the trial but he’d overslept. Then, when he was in the middle of a cross examination, a multi limbed monster crashed into the courtroom from out of nowhere and began flailing around.

Many people screamed as they processed what was happening. You, Liv and Sonny were among the few who remained somewhat calm. Liv and Sonny hurriedly escorted the people out of the courtroom while you called out to the Judge.

“Do what you need to do, Detective (Surname). Just don’t make a mess.” He shouted as he too was escorted out of the courtroom.

At that moment, three men stepped out of a large, golden circle that also appeared out of thin air. Two of the men looked uncannily similar; the only difference between them was that one had a ponytail and the robes they wore.

“What’s your plan?” One of the men barked. With a jolt, Rafael realised that it was Doctor Stephen Strange who had spoken.

“Containment spell mixed with a deaging and shrinking spell,” you yelled back. You lit up your hands with magic and the men did the same. Moments later, your spell slammed into the monster. A clear prism formed around it and as it shrunk, so did the monster until the monster had shrunk to a miniature size.

Rafael identified the moment the spell ended. The small monster zoomed into your grasp and you gazed at it almost fondly.

“You know, when it’s not striking out with its limbs, it’s kind of cute.”

“You are not keeping it as a pet. It could be dangerous in ways we don’t know about.”

You unwillingly handed the monster to Stephen, who grasped it gingerly.

“Wong will fill you in. I’ll go put this back.” Stephen disappeared in a whirl of colour.

“We must depart.” The man named Wong stated gruffly. “At Kamar-Taj, we can begin to unravel the mystery that brought this Stephen to our world.”

Rafael’s jaw dropped open, “Two Stephen Stranges? This world can barely handle one.”

Rafael’s eyes met yours. He wanted you to reassure him that it’d be okay; that you wouldn’t be walking into something you weren’t prepared for. The more rational side of him knew that you couldn’t realistically promise that.

“The Judge’ll be impressed. The courtroom is minimally damaged.”

The other Strange moved to stand opposite you, blocking Rafael’s view of you and ensuring you focused on him.

“The longer I stay here, the greater the probability that a tear in the multiverse occurs and destroys both our worlds.”

Rafael heard you exhale heavily.

“Tell Liv and Sonny…”

“I will,” Rafael promised, knowing what you were going to say. Despite his desire for answers, he knew that he’d have to wait to get them.

A third portal appeared and you stepped through it. Rafael caught a glimpse of an old building before the visiting Stephen shifted to face him. There was something chilling in his gaze, like a warning to Rafael to stay away from this part of your life because he would not be able to understand it.

Then the portal closed and Rafael was left standing in the courtroom alone.

[whoevrwhatevr]

For @generousobservationkryptonite’s barisi advent calendar 🥰 Day 5 - Sonny & Rafael find themselves the last ones remaining at the holiday party

[fatecantstopme]

Better Together

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Summary: Barba acts like he hates you because it's the only way he can keep his cool in your presence. Things come to a head and you call him out on it...

Warnings: cursing, Rafael is a bit of a dick at first. Use of nicknames (baby, cariño, querida, etc.). SMUT, oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: Spanish translations in brackets/italics after each sentence.

cariño/querida: sweetheart/dear/darling/baby/etc.

por favor: please

qué: what

hermosa: beautiful/gorgeous

"Right...and what makes you qualified to make that determination?"

You glared at him. "Eight years of education and ten years of practice."

"Fine, but how long did you actually talk to him?" he countered.

"Four hours."

"So now you're an expert in his mental health?"

You groaned. "He belongs in a psychiatric facility, Barba. Not a prison."

"I disagree. He raped and murdered five women."

"I'm not defending his actions, but I'm telling you he's incapable of understanding the consequences of his actions."

"She's right, counselor," Olivia Benson cut in. "I got the same feeling she did when I first talked to him."

Rafael Barba let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. What do you propose?"

"Offer him a deal," she suggested. "Send him where he can get the help he needs."

Barba nodded, expression still slightly annoyed. "Fine." With that, he walked out of the precinct, presumably to go write up a deal.

As soon as he was out of ear shot, you turned to your friend and colleague. "He argues with me for ten minutes straight, but you tell him the same damn thing and he immediately agrees?"

Olivia shrugged. "You know how he is."

"Pompous, arrogant, rude, and downright insulting?"

She laughed. "All of the above, but he's also a pretty damn good ADA."

You sighed. "I would absolutely love to disagree with you, but you're not wrong. Part of me hates that he's so good at his job. And I hate his smug face and his attitude and those damn three piece suits he looks so goddamn good in," you finished your ramble with a groan.

"Maybe if you told him you thought he was hot, he'd be nicer to you," Olivia said with a wink.

"I hate you."

She laughed. "No you don't."

"Fine, I don't, but I will do no such thing. He quite clearly despises me."

"Does he?"

"Does who what?" Nick Amaro asked as he entered the squad room.

"Does Barba hate (Y/N)?" Olivia asked.

Nick chuckled. "Without a doubt."

"See?!" you said smugly.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "One of these days you're going to have to talk to him. Tell him off for being such an ass to you all the time."

"Now that I agree with," Nick cut in.

"If he pushes the right buttons, I will."

**********

Little did you know that two days later, Barba would push the exact right button.

Olivia, Nick, Amanda, Fin, and yourself were gathered in the squad room discussing your latest case. You had two dead girls in two days and 1PP was already breathing down your necks.

You were going over the profile with the team when Barba walked in. "I know it sounds crazy, guys, but I believe the perp is a girl...probably the same age as the victims."

"Why?" Fin asked.

As you started to explain your reasoning, to include the lack of sexual assault, the relationship between the two girls, and the anger clearly present in the attacks, Barba cut you off with a harsh laugh.

"You think a 10 year old girl is capable of inflicting that kind of trauma?" he interjected. "There's no way."

You took a deep breath in through your nose and exhaled from your mouth before responding. You needed those ten seconds to calm yourself so you didn't murder him. "Were you ever a 10 year old girl?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Obviously not."

"Are you a forensic psychologist?"

"Again, no."

"Have you been working violent sex crimes for 10 years?"

"No..."

"Then be quiet and listen," you finished harshly.

You'd never snapped at him quite so intensely before and he was taken aback. He was also very aware that he may have taken it a little too far this time. He'd made it a point to keep you at arm's length (or farther) for the past 6 months, and he was belatedly realizing he may have been too cruel.

You finished your profile, answering the questions posed by the rest of the squad, before everyone went about their assigned duties.

Barba announced he was going back to his office to update the DA and you were thankful to be rid of him.

"Maybe you were right, (Y/N)," Olivia said softly. "He either hates you or he hates shrinks."

"Likely both."

"I'm proud of you for clapping back," Amanda said warmly. "Someone's gotta put that guy in his place every once in a while."

You smiled mirthlessly. "Once this case is over, I may have more to say to him, but for now, let's focus on finding the person who killed those girls."

**********

Three days later and you had your suspect in custody. You'd been right in your assessment of the perp...it turned out to be a 10 year old girl who had been relentlessly teased and bullied by the two victims for an entire year. The girl finally snapped and killed them both in a blind rage.

After hearing all of the terrible things that had been done to her, you felt sorry for the girl. You understood why she'd killed those girls, even if you didn't condone it.

"Hey, (Y/N/N)," Fin called. "We're going out for drinks. My treat."

"I think I'll take a rain check guys...I've got something I need to do."

"Awww no fun," Amanda teased.

Olivia gave you a look, but you smiled at her reassuringly. She took it to mean you were okay, so she followed the others out.

You'd decided to pay a very special visit to a certain ADA...

You arrived at his office 20 minutes later, and you belatedly realized you probably should have checked to see if he was even there still. It was already after 6pm, but you hoped since he was a workaholic, he would be unaware of the late hour.

When you reached his office door, you found yourself taking a deep breath. You started to question yourself and whether this was a good idea, but then you thought about the way he'd been treating you and you got a burst of courage.

You knocked on his door and waited. You heard a slightly annoyed "Come in", so you opened the door and stepped into his office.

Barba looked up from the paperwork he was buried in, a look of surprise ghosting over his face. "Dr. (Y/L/N)...to what do I owe the pleasure?"

You shut the door behind you and took a step towards his desk. "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Excuse me?" he asked in surprise.

"Do you have a problem with me, specifically, or is it psychologists in general?"

"I don't have a problem with psychologists."

"So it's me, got it. Do you mind telling me what the hell I did to you?"

He had the grace to look sheepish. "You didn't do anything to me."

"Then why do you treat me like I'm some sort of imbecile?"

"I...I never intended to make you feel that way," he said honestly.

"Really? How did you intend to make me feel? You belittle me, insult my abilities and my intelligence, you're unnecessarily rude to me in front of my colleagues..." you trailed off.

He rose from his seat and came around the front of his desk. His expression was unreadable, but his shoulders had slumped slightly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he actually felt bad for the way he'd been treating you.

"You're right," he admitted. "I have treated you entirely unfairly."

It was your turn to look surprised. Out of all the things you'd expected him to say, an admission of guilt was certainly not one of them.

"I don't want you to think, for even a moment, that I don't think you're brilliant. You are the sharpest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and you're downright phenomenal at your job."

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before you could formulate a coherent response. "How in the hell was I supposed to know that?"

He blushed and cast his gaze to the floor. "I suppose there was no way for you to know, given the way I've treated you."

"Why, then?" you asked softly.

He sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face. "It's--complicated."

"Enlighten me, Barba. I've got time."

His green eyes raised back up to meet yours and you found yourself nearly breathless--and not for the first time. His eyes were beautiful, typically sparkling with whit and mischief; but in this moment, they shone with emotions so complex you couldn't begin to comprehend them.

"I never intended to be cruel to you, only distant. But I found that being aloof wasn't enough to keep you at bay--I needed something stronger. So...I started treating you as if I hated you. It was just easier, and perhaps safer."

"Safer?"

He nodded, but neglected to clarify. "Keeping you out of my life has become a necessity, Dr. (Y/L/N)."

His formality annoyed you, but you didn't comment on it. "Then why didn't you just tell me you didn't like me?"

He groaned and turned back to his desk to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Because it's not true, and I'm many things, but a liar isn't one of them."

"Okay, but you want nothing to do with me?"

"Exactly."

"You do understand how contradictory that sounds, correct?"

He took a long drink from his glass and leaned back against his desk. "It sounds moronic, yes, I am aware."

You debated your next words with care. You knew if you said what was on your mind, you might regret it, but you also knew if you didn't say it, you would regret it.

"When I met you, I was instantly intrigued by you," you began. "It was obvious you were highly intelligent, but you were also funny, charming, and impeccably well-dressed. It's a rare combination."

You crossed your arms and sighed. "At first, you were friendly and I quite liked you, but things between us turned icy in an instant. I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now, but what I can tell you is it hurt me. It hurt me deeply, Barba, and it still does."

If he'd felt like an ass before, he felt 1,000 times worse now. "I never intended to hurt you," he said quietly. "You're a kind and loving soul...and you don't deserve to be treated the way I've been treating you."

"You're right," you whispered. "I don't."

He winced slightly and downed the rest of his scotch. "I am truly sorry, (Y/N). More than you'll ever know."

His use of your first name was not lost on you. You could count on one hand the number of times he'd said it and you'd reacted the same way each time. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, your breath caught, and your heart began to speed up.

Rafael had never noticed before...had never really paid attention to you the very few times he'd said your name, but he saw your reaction this time. For the first time since he'd met you, he began to wonder if you shared his feelings...

You quickly recovered yourself--praying he hadn't noticed. "I appreciate your apology." Your voice was slightly off pitch and you wanted to kick yourself for letting any emotion show.

"May I ask you something?" he said suddenly.

You nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment.

"You said what you thought of me when we first met--what do you think of me now?"

"Do you really want to know?"

He nodded.

You swallowed thickly. "Everything I said is true. You're a brilliant man and an even better lawyer...and you can be funny and charming, when you want to be. But that's not the Rafael Barba I get. I get the one reserved for the criminals and defense attorneys you dislike. The ones that make your skin crawl. You're pompous, arrogant, and cruel."

He closed his eyes tightly. Hearing you say what you really thought of him was much more painful than he'd anticipated.

"But I don't believe that's who you really are," you said so softly he almost didn't hear.

He looked back up at you in surprise.

"I think it's a facade you put up--a mask you wear to hide behind."

"What makes you think that?"

"Call it intuition, or perhaps training," you said with a shrug. "Either way, I am certain you really are the man I met in the beginning--not the man you've been the past several months."

"How could you have that much faith in me? After the way I've treated you..."

"Perhaps it's foolish...or maybe I just want it to be true."

He stared at you with a strange look on his face. It was as if he was trying to decide if you were playing him or being sincere. His expression slowly morphed as he realized you'd meant every word you'd said.

"May I be honest with you?" he asked.

"I want nothing less."

"Truthfully, I'm terrified of you. Absolutely, 100%, completely terrified."

Your jaw dropped slightly. Once again, he’d caught you off guard.

"You got under my skin the moment I met you and I haven't been able to get rid of you since. I've never felt like this--like I can't control my own actions or my emotions--and it's petrifying. I thought pushing you away would change how I felt, but it only intensified it. I think that's why I became crueler over time--I was angry at myself and angry with you for making me feel this way. It's not fair to you, I know, but it's the truth."

You were once again shocked to the core. You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing...if you weren't so good at reading people, you'd be convinced he was lying, but as it stood, you knew it was the raw, painful truth.

"You can't control everything, you know," you said quietly.

He laughed harshly. "God, how I wish I could."

"What are you so afraid of?"

He took a moment to answer, but once he did, the words poured out of him. "I'm afraid the way I feel about you will ruin both of our careers. I'm afraid that once you see the man behind the mask, you'll run and leave me broken. I'm afraid that we'll fall apart...that we won't stand the test of time. I'm afraid of falling so deeply in love with you that I lose myself completely. But most of all, I'm afraid that I've already screwed this up beyond repair."

For all your education and all the eloquent words you've learned in your lifetime, you found yourself stunned into complete and utter silence. No words came to mind, no coherent thoughts emerged. You stared at him and he stared at you, as the silence dragged on.

After what had to be an eternity, Rafael spoke again. "Please say something. Anything. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. Tell me you'd rather jump off a building than be with me--"

"Stop!" The intensity of your demand silenced him. "Just stop talking…I…I can't find the words I want to say, but I do know one thing: I'm not afraid."

Out of all the things you could have said, all the beautiful sentences you could have strung together, those three words were the perfect response. Fueled with sudden courage, Rafael crossed the space between the two of you in three long strides, coming to a stop a few inches from you.

With a shaking hand, he gently stroked your cheek. "May I?" he asked quietly.

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his and you softly begged, "Please."

He leaned into you, lips pressing against yours with soft insistence. The kiss ignited something within you--a desire so deep and powerful it almost frightened you. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders and tugged his body closer to yours as you deepened the kiss.

Rafael moaned softly against your lips, tongue pressing forward, requesting access. You obliged, lips parting to allow him entry. His hands traveled down your soft curves until they landed on your hips. He used his gentle strength to pull you flush against him, his own body backed up against his desk to support him.

You could feel his need for you in his kiss, in his touch...and in his pants. His growing erection was pressed against you, so close to where you wanted him, yet so far away.

Rafael broke the kiss for a moment. "Carmen left for the day."

"Mhmm," you hummed in response.

"But I don't want our first time together to be on the couch in my office."

"How 'bout the desk?" you teased lightly.

He groaned. "Don't think I haven't imagined it, but I'd like to take you home...do this properly--in a bed."

You stared at him for a moment. "If we stay here, it can be casual, unassuming. If I go home with you...that changes everything."

"I don't want casual. I don't want a fling. I want you--and everything that comes along with that."

You studied him closely before responding. You noted the sincerity in his voice and his expression and decided to--for once--allow your heart to lead your decision. "Take me home, Rafael," you whispered.

He breathed deeply, as if trying to control himself. It appeared that you had the same effect on him as he did on you when you called him by his first name.

He didn't say a word--you weren't even sure he could have if he'd wanted to. He simply grabbed his jacket, took your hand, and practically dragged you to the elevator. Once outside, he hailed a cab and helped you into the backseat before sliding in beside you.

As the cab began to move, you rested your hand on Rafael's thigh. He glanced at you, but didn't say anything. You were feeling bold, so you slid your hand slowly up his thigh, inching closer to his evident arousal.

When your fingertips brushed against his clothed cock, he hissed slightly. He leaned over to whisper into your ear so the cab driver wouldn't hear. "Careful, querida. O puedo perder el control [Or I may lose control]."

You inhaled sharply--something about his tone mixed with the hushed Spanish words, sent a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core.

Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Rafael. He smirked as he discovered one of your kinks. He tucked the knowledge away for later use.

You managed to behave yourself for the rest of the short ride to his apartment, but once inside the building, all bets were off.

His lips were on yours the moment the elevator doors slid closed, pressing your body firmly against the wall. Your fingers tangled in his hair, messing up the perfect locks.

As the elevator dinged and the doors began to open, you reluctantly pulled away from each other. You saw the desperation in his beautiful green eyes and you knew the same look reflected in yours.

He wasted no time guiding you to his apartment and the moment you were both inside, he had you spun around and pressed up against the door.

“Querida,” he whispered hungrily against your lips, fingertips dancing under your shirt.

You moaned softly as you tugged harshly on his suspenders, pushing them out of the way so you could remove his shirt.

Within moments, your clothes and his were strewn across the house as he carried you to his bedroom, nothing left between you but underwear.

Rafael tossed you gently onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He eyed you hungrily—sprawled out beneath him, desire evident on your face.

“You are perfect, hermosa.”

You blushed. “Rafa…”

He groaned. “Fuck. Don’t do that.”

Confusion clouded your expression. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong…

He’d closed his eyes and his face gave away the internal struggle he was experiencing.

Realization suddenly crossed your features and you grinned. You gently raked your nails down his chest as you murmured the nickname again, “Rafa.”

His eyes shot open and he rutted his hips against yours, mouth pressing wet kisses to your heated skin. His teeth nipped at your neck and collarbone, leaving love bites in his wake.

He was taking his time with you. Wanting to explore every part of you, taste every inch of your skin, catalogue every detail in his mind.

You whimpered softly, not used to such attention, nor such deliberate slowness. “Rafael, please.”

He looked up at you with his trademark smirk. “You ever been with a Hispanic man before, Cariño?”

You blushed and shook your head.

His smirk widened. “We like to take our time, make sure our lady is properly loved and appreciated. This is about your enjoyment, (Y/N/N), not mine.”

“I want you to enjoy yourself too…”

He kissed you gently. “You keep making those pretty sounds for me, querida, and I promise you, I’ll enjoy myself.”

You found yourself unable to respond as he continued his slow descent towards your core. Each gentle caress of his lips against your skin seemed to set your nerve endings on fire--the need within you growing exponentially.

You whined prettily, hips shifting upwards, desperately seeking his lips where you needed them most. "Please," you begged.

You didn't know it yet, but Rafael would never deny you--not in the real world, nor the bedroom. The moment he heard your soft voice begging, he glanced up at your face. You already looked so far gone--your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed, and your breathing was ragged. He smiled to himself as he lowered his head, giving you no time to adjust as he dove into you with abandon.

You gasped as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. As skilled as the man between your legs was in the courtroom, he was even better suited with his mouth hungrily devouring you.

In the span of mere minutes, he'd turned you into a gasping, moaning mess--every one of your senses overwhelmed with feeling.

"Rafa--I--I'm close," you gasped.

He hummed against you, lips wrapping around your clit to increase his assault. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he sped up his ministrations.

Your jaw dropped as a flurry of sounds--some of which were intended to be his name--slipped from your lips. Your orgasm sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through your body, but that pleasure soon turned to sensitivity.

"Rafa, too much--" you whispered as you tried to pull away from him.

He laid his arm across your lower belly, effectively holding you in place as his mouth continued to work you. His eyes flicked up to yours to check if you really did want him to stop, but your head was already thrown back, chest rising and falling rapidly as the familiar knot tightened in your stomach.

The moment your cries turned to moans and pleas to continue, Rafael stopped and lifted his head. "Did you want me to stop, querida?"

"No!" you cried loudly, fingers grasping his hair in an attempt to guide him back where you wanted him.

He smirked as he complied with your direction, lips and tongue once again sending you into a spiral of pleasure you'd never experienced before.

As you came down from your second high, Rafael finally slowed his assault and allowed you to pull his head up when it became too much.

He placed soft kisses against your heated skin, gently soothing you as the aftershocks shuddered through your body. His lips traced the curves of your face with gentle affection until your breathing had begun to normalize.

Rafael kissed you deeply, desire evident in the action. In response, your hand slowly descended down his chest and abdomen, until you reached his throbbing cock. You lightly ran your nails across the still clothed member, enticing a groan from the man above you.

You teased him for a few more seconds before sliding your hand beneath his boxer briefs and palming his cock in your warm hand. He groaned loudly--hips rutting against your hand instantly.

"I wanna taste you," you murmured against the shell of his ear.

"You don't have to..." he said softly.

There was something in his voice that caused you to pull away so you could see his face properly. He looked worried and perhaps a little apprehensive.

"But I want to," you reassured him.

"You do?"

You nodded. "It's something I enjoy very much, Rafa, so if you're okay with it, I would really like to suck your cock."

His eyes closed briefly and he moaned softly, forehead dropping against yours. "Por favor," he begged in a broken voice.

You grinned ear to ear. "Stand up."

"Qué?" he asked in confusion.

You nudged him gently and tilted your head towards the edge of the bed. "Stand up, handsome."

He did as you asked and watched in surprise as you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor in front of him. He felt like he needed to remind you again that you didn't need to do this for him, but when he saw the hunger in your eyes, he fell silent.

You slowly dragged his underwear down, freeing his cock from its constraints. You were a little surprised by his size--he was longer than average and quite thick--but surprise quickly turned to hunger.

You looked up at him, a playful smirk dancing on your lips, and all his worries faded away. It was obvious you wanted this...perhaps just as much as he did.

You wasted no time in wrapping your mouth around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, eyes never leaving his face.

You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, but you pushed past it, determined to provide him with as much pleasure as you could muster.

As you began to move, his fingers intertwined in your hair and his hips stuttered forwards occasionally. You knew what he needed, but it was clear he wasn't going to do it without some prodding.

You pulled off of him with a *pop* and waited until his heavily lidded eyes met yours. "Rafael, I want you to enjoy this."

"I am, cariño," he said in confusion.

"Not as much as you could be." You licked the tip of his cock for emphasis and his hips jumped slightly. "I want you to use my mouth for your own pleasure, Rafa. That's what it's there for."

He shook his head rapidly. He'd been expressly told not to do that by several women before you.

You rubbed his thighs reassuringly. "I want this, baby. Please," you begged. "Please fuck my mouth."

The moment the words were out of your mouth, you sucked his cock back into the warmth of your lips, hoping he would take you seriously. You pressed yourself forward, pushing past the gag reflex to take his entire member into your mouth.

Without hesitation, you began to guide his hips, urging him to give in and take what he wanted--what he needed.

You flicked your gaze up to meet his and nodded your head as best you could, hands still encouraging him to move. He very tentatively began to move his hips and you smiled, fingers digging into his thighs.

When you didn't pull away, he started to put a little more force into the movements. When you still didn't pull away, he sped up, fingers wrapping in your hair to keep you still.

You let him take control, eyes still trained on his face. He slowly began to thrust in earnest, fucking your mouth like it was his favorite place to be. You watched his head fall back, moans of intense pleasure leaving his lips.

You held onto him and focused on breathing as you let him use you. A few minutes passed before his hips began to stutter and you knew he was close.

You prepared to swallow everything he had to give you, but he surprised you by pulling away, your mouth coming off of him with a *pop*.

His breathing was ragged and his eyes were wild--pupils blocking out the brilliant green. "I need you," he said, voice raw and husky.

You understood his meaning and quickly crawled back onto the bed. He was on top of you almost immediately, lips latching onto your neck, teeth nipping at your flesh.

His cock rubbed against the outside of your pussy and you both groaned.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "Do I need a condom?"

"Pill," you gasped as you shook your head. "Wanna feel you fill me up, Rafa."

He let out a low growl and his eyes turned even more feral. He gave you no warning as he plunged his cock deep inside of you, stretching you in ways you'd never been stretched before.

"Rafael!" you cried out at the sensation.

Normally he would have forced himself to give you time to adjust, but his mind was too far gone. He set a brutal pace almost instantly and you were simply along for the ride.

There were so many new sensations that you were having a hard time staying focused. Everything just felt so incredible.

Your pussy throbbed around him, pulling him in even deeper. "Te sienetes muy bien, querida." [You feel so good, sweetheart.]

You moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as you arched against him.

"Te gusta cuando te hablo español, ¿no?" he growled into your ear. [You like it when I speak Spanish to you, don't you?"]

"Yes!" you gasped.

"Chica sucia," he chuckled darkly. [Dirty girl.]

"Rafa, please--I'm so close."

He groaned. "Quiero que vengas conmigo, cariño," he mumbled. [I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.] "Can you do that for me?" he asked in English.

You nodded your head rapidly.

"Esa es mi buena chica," he praised. [That's my good girl.]

You moaned lowly, preening at his praise. He smiled and picked up his pace, not wanting to stop until he felt you fall apart. "So close," he mumbled.

"Don't--stop!"

He knew you were close--could tell by the way your pussy fluttered around him--so he whispered, "Cum for me, baby."

You cried out as your orgasm hit you with more force than either of the two you'd had earlier. Rafael groaned your name as he spilled his seed within you, filling you up as your walls milked him dry.

You both began to come down from your highs, the intensity of your orgasms taking the wind out of both of you. Rafael pulled out and collapsed beside you, completely spent and satiated.

"That was pretty decent," you said between breaths.

He snapped his head in your direction and started to laugh when he saw the mischief in your eyes.

You grinned and joined in on his laughter, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him.

"Very decent," he muttered against your hair.

You laughed again. "'Fucking incredible' would be a more accurate description."

"I couldn't agree more." He sighed softly. "I don't wanna move."

"Who says we have to?"

"We probably should...we do have work in the morning after all."

Your body tensed slightly and he felt it, realizing how his previous statement may have sounded. "I want you to stay, querida. I'm just saying we should probably get up and shower before we fall asleep."

You relaxed. "You may have to carry me."

He chuckled and dragged himself out of bed, pulling you along with him. He scooped you up despite your protests and carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter while he started the shower.

"I was kidding, Rafa!"

He smiled. "If my girl can walk immediately after sex, then I did something wrong. I'm always happy to carry you."

You smiled back at him, realizing he was completely serious. You watched him quietly, completely lost in thought.

"Where's your mind, querida?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "I'm happy...that's all."

Rafael kissed you gently. "Me too, hermosa. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Once you were both clean and dry, he carried you back to his bed and laid you down gently before crawling into the bed beside you. He tugged you in closely against his chest and you sighed contentedly.

"Go to sleep, cariño. I'll be here in the morning when you wake up."

Somehow he seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear. Knowing he wasn't going anywhere and feeling his strong arms wrapped around you, allowed you to feel a calm peace you'd not felt in years.

Within minutes, you'd drifted off to sleep in his arms. Just before he fell asleep too, Rafael kissed the top of your head and whispered, "Te adoro con locura." [I adore you madly.]

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 8

Day Seven | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Nine

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Cockwarming; restraints; spanking; impact play; Dom/Brat dynamics; choking; rough sex; oral sex; vaginal sex; cum shot; cum play

Your thighs ached where they were stretched across Rafael’s lap in a straddle. Your hands hooked together behind his back, your arms curled around his shoulders. You had only just managed to lull yourself into focusing on your breathing, not in the feeling of him tucked between your thighs.

Oh—no. The reminder made your pussy throb around him, your body going warm with muted embarrassment. He gave a questioning hum at the feeling, and you shook your head just a little, your chin making a soft shushing noise as it brushed against his shirt and suspenders.

"Sorry," You mumbled. "Won't happen again."

"Yes it will." He didn't say it meanly, and you didn't take it meanly, either. It was just a fact. It happened every time you did this. It was an inevitability.

"You alright?" He added.

"Mhm."

"Your legs asleep?"

"Mmm..." You curled your toes, giving your legs a gentle swing. Your legs felt strained; your thigh was beginning to cramp just a little. "Getting there."

"Color?"

"Green," You insisted, crushing your body closer against his. Rafael chuckled softly. You heard him turn a page, felt his arms shift against your sides as he took up a pen and returned to his work.

"Alright," He soothed before he fell silent again, refocusing on his work. You took in a deep breath, letting your eyes slide closed. Just focus on your breathing. Focus on your breathing, and not on the warm body pressed up against you. Focus on your breathing, and not on the feeling of his breath against your bare shoulder. Focus on your breathing, and not on the—

You bit your lip, fighting back a whimper as you felt Rafael's cock hardening.

"Rafa," You mumbled weakly.

"I can't help it," He purred, nuzzling into your neck as he lowered a hand to rest on your lower back. "You're being so good for me."

Your cunt clutched around him again, and you gave an experimental roll of your hips, but Rafael tutted softly, stilling you.

"Did I tell you to move?"

You pouted as you sagged into him.

"No," You grumbled.

"So what exactly do you think you're doing?"

"...Alleviating a leg cramp?"

"You're an awful liar."

"Am not."

"Are you sure you want to start down that road?"

If you wanted to cum, the right answer was no. If you wanted to annoy Rafael, the right answer was yes. And sure, you'd been on his lap for nearly two hours, but Rafael had come home early just to burrow into his office to work. What else were you supposed to do, just wait for him to be finished? 

"I'm waiting," He added. Ugh, he was so impatient. Damnit, you wanted to cum so badly, and if you just kept your mouth shut—

You leaned back, your body almost syrupy as you shifted fully for the first time in two hours. You fixed Rafael with a stern gaze as you propped your elbows up on the desk behind you, arching a brow. Rafael's expression remained neutral, but you could see the twinkling of mirth in his warm, dark eyes. As good as his poker face was, he couldn't seem to resist trailing his eyes covetously over your naked body, drifting over your breasts, his tongue darting out over his lips as his gaze settled on where the two of you were joined.

"I am not an awful liar," You insisted.

"Sweetheart, if I got you in front of a grand jury, they would vote to indict."  

"On being a shitty liar?"

"Mhm."

"Evidence?"

"This, right now, right here."

"Not enough to build a case."

"You want me to establish a pattern?"

"I would love for you to, but you have jack shit, Barba."

"When I asked you who ate the last yogurt last week?"

"We only thought it was the last one. You found another behind the eggs."

"You still pretended that you hadn't eaten what we thought was the last one."

"Because I knew, deep down, that it was not."

"Deep down isn't going to be enough for a jury."

"Neither is this weak sauce."

"Fine. Your cousin's engagement."

"Expand on that."

"You told your cousin that you had no idea when she was being proposed to—"

"Right."

"That you hadn't seen a ring—"

"Correct."

"And knew of no plans that her boyfriend had."

"Correct."

"All lies."

"Yes, but all lies for a greater good. And, may I add, all convincing lies. She had no idea that it would happen and thanked me for keeping the secret once she knew the truth. Your case isn't holding water here, Barba."

"Really."

"Swiss cheese. Full'a holes."

"Tell me this, then."

"Mm?"

"Is your leg still cramping?"

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, keeping your gaze steadily on Rafael's.

"Maybe."

"It's a yes or no question."

"Ish."

“Yes. Or. No.” 

Your smile widened as you feel Rafael’s cock twitch inside of you. 

“Is this turning you on, Mr. Barba?” You shifted against the desk, giving a subtle roll of your hips as you did. He groaned lowly, hands raising to grasp your hips and still at you. You grinned as his nails dug into your skin. 

“You are wading into dangerous territory, little girl.”

“Little girl,” You repeated with a chuckle. “You are pissed off.” 

“I’m supposed to be working.”

“You’ve been working all day, and now you’re dreaming up my imaginary indictment. That is a lot of work.” 

Rafael didn’t answer for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. 

“You told your niece that she couldn’t have any of your ‘grape juice’ when it was not in fact grape juice,” He offered.

“Doing the opposite would’ve classed as endangerment.”

“You cheated on your high school spanish final.” 

“I told you that in confidence. And besides, I got away with it. I am an amazing liar….Which is not to say that I was lying to you earlier.” 

“I don’t believe you.” Rafael’s hands snaked around your back, thumbs sweeping tenderly over the base of your spine. 

“Well, I can’t help that. So?” You wriggled in his lap. Rafael’s smile widened before he slid his hand back around, slapping your hip. 

“Get back in position.” 

Your smile fell swiftly, brow furrowing. 

“But I thought—”

“You thought wrong.” 

“You’re not playing fair.” 

“Yes, I am.” 

“Rafa—” 

“You know the rules—” 

“Oh, come on—”

“And you know the consequences.” 

You did know, and the reminder made your skin tingle. You were already set for a walloping for moving without his permission. You weren’t sure what you’d get for mouthing off—you didn’t think you’d even have to atone for that one tonight. Knowing Rafael, he’d have you writing lines on nightly for a week. It was one of his favorite punishments, and you were certain that it was because he knew how much you disliked it. 

If you leaned back into Rafael now, your punishment would probably be fairly minimal—but not an absolute zero. You’d already committed two indiscretions. You swallowed thickly before you shrugged, giving your hips a blatant shove against his. 

“Care to refresh my memory, counselor?” 

-- 

“Hands behind your back.” 

The order was chased by the clanking of his belt buckle, and a hand nudging you toward his bed. You knelt up on the bed, tucking your hands behind your back, a thrill running through you as you felt the leather being looped, then tightened around them. He gave you another push, bending you forward onto the sheets. You rested your head against them, biting your lip as Rafael smoothed his hand up over your bare backside, then rested a steadying hand on your lower back. You could feel him watching you, waiting for you to call it off. He always gave you a little grace period when things were headed toward the rougher side. 

“Color?” He asked.

“Green.”

You’d hardly gotten the word out before Rafael’s hand came down on your backside with a deafening crack! Your eyes slipped shut, mouth falling open as you leaned into the sting. 

“Count,” Rafael ordered, sliding his hand over the heated flesh. You swallowed thickly, managing to croak out, “One,” just before the second blow fell. You shivered, feeling his fingers brush against your flushed cunt as he drew away. 

“Two.” 

Rafael leveled blow after blow after blow, giving you just moments to catch your breath and count aloud before his hand doled out its punishment again. By the time you reached twenty-four, you could hear Rafael panting behind you. He drew in a deep breath, murmuring, “One more.” 

“Yes.” 

The hand came down, bypassing your hot, tender ass, and landing across your plumped, slick pussy. You yowled, turning your head to quiet some of the sound as your cunt throbbed, sending a ripple of pleasurable pain through you. Fuck, the bastard knew what he was doing. 

“Twenty-five,” You finally mumbled, tongue thick and heavy in your mouth. You heard a thud and glanced back just enough to see Rafael on his knees. He grasped your hips, tugging you back until your legs dangled off of the bed. He dove in, tongue laving your slick opening. You whimpered at the hot slide, at the feeling of him moaning against you. He leaned back and spat, trailing his fingers through your juices before replacing his tongue. You could hear the filthy sound of him grasping his cock, jerking it as he feasted on your pussy. 

“Rafa,” You mumbled, pushing your hips back against him. “I need you inside me—Fuck, fuck that feels so—mm…”

You glanced back as Rafael drew away, standing. His hair had sprung from his neat coif, a few strands bowing over his forehead as he grasped his cock. He caught your eye, holding your gaze as he thrust into you . The two of you both cursed as he sank into your wet heat, feeling you clench around him. He reached down, using the belt around your wrists to tug you into kneeling on the bed. You wobbled, widening your stance to steady yourself as he began to pound into you. He curled his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest, groaning and growling against your skin. His hand came up, tweaking and slapping your nipples. Each little sting brought you closer and closer to the edge. 

You rested your head back against his shoulder, grinning as his hand snaked up to your throat. You nodded, breathing, “Yes,” As he tightened his grip. Rafael nipped your shoulder as he hammered his hips against yours, using the grasp on your neck to guide your body down against his thick length. 

“Can you cum just like this?” He murmured. 

“Yes, Rafael.” 

“Go on, then,” He urged, “Tighten up on that cock—Fuck, that’s it, just like that.” 

You whimpered, hands grasping together as you came harshly, hips bounding against his. Rafael’s hold on your neck kept you from hinging forward and landing in the sheets. He kept thrusting as you came down from your high, pace as rapid and strong as before. You were startled when he pulled out and took hold of your arms, ordering, “Get down.” 

You let him guide you to sit on the floor beside the bed, gazing up at him with cock-drunk eyes. He stood over you, panting, his hand jacking his cock with a filthy squelch and slide. You opened your mouth sticking your tongue out and waggling it back and forth. He groaned, his head tipping back as spurts of hot cum covered your face and mouth. You sighed softly, leaning up and lapping at the head, then giving it a light sucking kiss that made his hips jolt.

Rafael braced his hands on the bed behind your head, carefully lowering himself to sit on the floor beside you. The two of you sat quietly for a few moments, watching one another. He reached up, gathering a few stray drops of cum and holding his finger up. You opened your mouth, sucking the finger between your lips, and smiling as he grinned and chuckled. 

“You dirty little thing,” He murmured fondly. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he reached behind you, undoing the belt holding your wrists together. Your aching arms sagged once they were released. You rolled your wrists, raising your hands and eyeing the indentation left by the leather. You needed to move, and soon. Your ass was throbbing viciously—though the cool wood floor felt nicer than you'd thought it would. Rafael gathered you into his chest, pressing another kiss to your temple. 

"We should get cleaned up," He urged.

"Mm...In a minute."

"Alright. Are you feeling okay?"

"Mhm."

"Hungry, thirsty?"

"Both. But don't move yet, please."

"Okay."

“...Rafael?” 

“Mm?” 

“My leg wasn’t cramping.” 

“Prosecution rests.”

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[nophunleague]

Rafael Barba Appears at the 16th Precinct Again

Rafael Barba x gn!reader

warnings: angst, grudge holding.

You all but crash into the conference room at the 16th, anxious to tell the squad that Mickey Davis had gotten some hot shot attorney, that you had heard courthouse gossip about it. The door swings open and you're met by Kat, Fin, Rollins, and Rafael.

His green eyes almost darken at the sight of you. He's not shocked that you're here, it's just the shock of not having seen you in years that strikes him. Taking in the crowd in the room you barely blink before spitting out at Rafael, "oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, you just look like someone I used to know," before spinning on your heel and storming back out into the squad room. You don't even look up at Liv and the deputy chief as they pass you. Amanda follows after you after Rafael is pulled into Liv's office by the Captain and Deputy Chief Garland. You're sat at your desk, head up in a thousand yard stare.

"Well I think you definitely hurt his feelings, if that's what you were going for," you're broken from your gaze by her speech and you look up to her from your seated position.

"After what he put me through I think what I said was fairly tame."

"You might be right about that, but maybe think about what he's been through too. He nearly threw his entire career away and had to leave you in the process," she tries to reason with you but your eyes narrow as she keeps talking.

"He didn't have to leave me and he should have talked to me first. I showed up to work one day and he was gone. The man I loved left me without a single word. It felt like my life fell apart," you seethe. Amanda looks over your shoulder to see Rafael standing behind you.

"That's very mature of you," she says before walking away, he walks up behind you and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. But you hadn't notice him yet so as he makes contact with your body you jump to face him, hand on your holstered weapon.

"Woah," he throws his hands up, "its just me," you scoff but remove your hand from your hip.

"Just you? Just you?" You start to pace back and forth in front of him, searching for the words to tell him off. But deep down you're glad to see him, he looks healthy, the beard he's grown compliments him.

"We should talk."

"Oh you want to talk now? But you didn't want to talk four years ago when you left," you all but shriek, your voice sparking the attention of those in the precinct. "You pulled the plug on someone's baby, were charged with murder, acquitted, and then you left me. And you didn't talk to me about any of it. We were supposed to be together and you left me out of it," your voice continues to raise as you takes steps closer to him, ending up in his face. His eyes search yours trying to find the person who he had once loved, but all he find is someone who has undoubtedly been incredibly hurt by his actions. The tears are threatening to spill from you eyes but you stay strong. Your raised voice causes Liv to step outside of her office.

"Both of you, take it outside. Now," you glance between Rafael and Liv before turning on your heel and storming out with Rafael following close behind. You meet again in the elevator where this time you stay silent.

"I didn't know how to tell you I was leaving, so I just left," he says quietly. "It wasn't the right thing to do, you didn't deserve that, but I needed to leave here. I was suffocating," the both of you stare at the elevator doors, not daring to look at one another. You reach up and hit the elevator switch, stopping the elevator in its descent.

"No, I didn't deserve that," a tear escapes your left eye at last, but you don't wipe it away. "You threw me away like I meant nothing to you. I would have went with you if you had just talked to me."

"You meant everything to me. I just couldn't let you throw your NYPD career away to come with me on the campaign trail. You were just getting to the point of being on the precipice of making sergeant," his eyes are now glued to the side of you head while you keep looking at the doors. You take a second to think about what you're going to say before raising your voice and making direct eye contact.

"Yeah well I failed the sergeant's exam twice since you left so I'll only ever be a detective now," Rafael can feel the holes your eyes are burning in him, his breath kicks up and he's uncharacteristically speechless for a moment. You huff and flip the elevator switch again allowing it to continue its descent. The doors open on the ground level of the 16th and you start to take a step out when he speaks.

"The day I did what I did to Baby Drew I was meant to pick up a ring. An engagement ring," he hangs his head, not looking at you.

"Oh so one day you were thinking about getting married and then next you were throwing everything we had together away? I don't know why you came back, but I don't think there's any fixing this. Not right now anyway," you shake your head as a few more tears fall.

"Liv and Fin called me," he admits.

"Oh even better, you didn't even come back for me. Tell Liv that I'll be back in a little bit," you storm out of the precinct. Rafael runs a hand through his hair as a tear now escapes one of his eyes. He composes himself quickly then presses the floor number of the squad room to go back up.

"I really fucked that up," he says to himself.

[rafaslittleboy]

Life of the party

pairing: rafael barba/reader, sonny carisi/reader

Des: rafael barba takes a liking to sonny’s niece. at the same time, so does sonny.

warnings: power imbalance, rafa is 54 and sonny is 45 and reader is in her early twenties. SONNY IS READER’S UNCLE. Incest, dub con, drugging.

dc: @noellawrites

It wasn’t a secret that your mom was wealthy, she had married a man that came from money and had a high paying job and moved into his mansion-like house with you in toll. He didn’t like you, in fact, he spent the first three years of knowing you, screaming at you, pushing you, kicking you out just for your mom to phone the police and bring you back.

Your relationship with him wasn’t the best, rocky, in fact. And he had every reason to kick you out if he wanted to—you had just entered your twenties, and were legally an adult, he didn’t need to keep you there and he was trying every trick in the book to put you out.

Your safe place was your uncle sonny. Your whole life he had been the one to take care of you, he was your best friend in the world. You both were so close when you were younger, he had taught you almost everything that was inherently your mother’s job. Sometimes as you grew into a teenager, your body changed and he taught you… things, it made you uncomfortable at times but he would always cover his tracks and say that if no one else would teach you, he would.

As you got older, the more he would let you ‘sleepover’ at his apartment, and the more it happened. It wasn’t until one of your friends spoke about the social outcast in class being caught fucking a family member did you learn it was wrong to be touched in certain ways by said family members.

So you stopped coming over—but you did receive texts every now and then from your Uncle Sonny, asking how you are, updating you about his life. You only really ever saw him at family gatherings.

A few drinks were enough for you, and you had taken yourself up to bed. No one noticed you had left.

“Oh—“ you bumped head first into his chest, almost swaying backwards, “I’m so sorry—“

Rafael cracked a smile and stabled your shoulders with his hands, “Is your uncle sonny around?” he asks, his big green eyes darting around the hallway.

“I don’t… know, he mi—might be?” It wasn’t exactly a clear and understood answer.

“How much have you had to drink?” Rafael raised a humorous blonde eyebrow at you. He did get a few glances at you downstairs, too many juice-tasting shots that were subtly stolen from the drinks table, having the in-house drink maker make you whatever you wanted for a sweet smile in return.

“In fact, don’t answer that. Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”

And of course, you blindly followed him. He was attractive, and he was a lawyer—you felt you were in safe hands… big hands, with long fingers. You were staring too long, and he caught on to that. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and smoothed out the creases on your shirt.

“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” He stated, cocking his head to the side. “I’m surprised that you aren’t taken, if I was your age? I’d fight for that,”

You giggle, you’re not really taking in the words but you can identify that he’s complimenting you. You don’t get that anymore, not since you cut contact with your uncle.

“I could just… eat you up,” his voice lowers into a growl, and his hands are no longer on your shoulders but now on your waist. His thumbs are drawing circles on your warm skin, and there’s something specific in his eyes you can’t quite put your finger on. His hands settle on your sides and squeeze so subtly, “Have you been with an older man, before?”

You swallow, suddenly the alcohol doesn’t keep the funny, buzzed feeling as it did a few minutes prior.

“i… i don’t think so,” you stammer. You haven’t been with anyone, a few kisses here and there… touches—but that was all educational, it wasn’t proper. It wasn’t real.

Rafael hums to himself, biting his lower lip. “Stay.” He commands, and he walks to the door and makes sure to lock it.

When he comes back, he drops to his knees and pulls your short-short’s to the side along with your panties, and the cold air makes your skin prickle.

“mr. barba—“ you’re cut short when both of his thumbs pull your pussy lips apart.

“Still intact…” he hums again. The humiliation you’re getting from him inspecting you makes your skin warm and your face turn red with pure drunken embarrassment.

“Do you want my cock inside you, little girl? Break you open?”

You let out a choked hiccup sound, a lump in your throat—torn between enjoying his touches and knowing this is wrong. Your mommy always told you to save yourself for marriage—hell, even Uncle Sonny told you to save yourself during his educational lessons for a good man or God would have punishments in place if you sinned like that.

His middle finger touched on your clit and moved around in a small, tight small circular motions. You gasped—because how could you not? It was a feeling that you had went years without feeling, and he seemed to know what he was doing.

Rafael slid his shortest finger inside you and it was a struggle at first, your slick walls clamping down instantly on the intrusion.

“You’re a prize for an old man like me, gonna make me really really happy.”

He stands and spreads your thighs open just enough so he can get between them, and your mind is fuzzed—you can only think about him, ADA Rafael Barba with his hard cock confined within his clothes rubbing against your most private area.

He tuts in annoyance, “you’re getting my pants wet,” and he’s right, there’s a wet, sticky patch on the outline of his hard cock due to your arousal. His forefinger and thumb on your clit and then he pinches—and you choke back a pained moan.

“Bad little girls get punished—this will be a pain to get drycleaned.”

His fingers twist on your swollen clit, and you keen, your hand on his wrist as a desperate attempt to make him stop. “i—i’m sorry—“ you choke.

“Do you think you can cum just like this?” He says under his breath, voice low. You shake your head ‘no’, once more trying to push back on him.

He stops, finally, and his hands immediately go to his belt and starts to unbuckle and pull it through the loops and drops it to the floor.

“Mr. Barba..” you gasp as his cock slides against your pussy lips. “Feels good, huh?” He says with a smirk, and you nod feverishly.

You hadn’t even noticed him pulling back and sliding the head of his cock into you until the stretch became too much and your back bowed involuntarily to see the thing that was impaling you.

A thick, fat cock was between your legs and the tip was barely in. It was wrong, taboo, your mom would disown you if she found you like this. Rafael saw you watching, his eyes glued to your small body wrapped around the tip of his cock.

He pushed in further and your mouth fell open as your walls were stretched even further as his hips moved forward. “That’s it… good little girl…”

Rafael was nice enough to give you some time to adjust, but he was only a man; he had urges too, and by god, your tight little pussy was so inviting, exciting. He grabbed your hip with one hand and moved his other hand to hold down your shoulder and fucked into you like there was no tomorrow, your pussy making a obscene squelching sound with just how wet you were.

you couldn’t think, it was intense—his cock pumping in and out of you, his balls slapping your wet skin and god, the way his face contorted into a pleasurable expression—he was so attractive, the most attractive man you had ever set your eyes on.

“Mr—mr. Barba—“ you gasped, “something—somethings happening to me—“

Rafael bit his bottom lip hard and a rough groan left his mouth and he slid his thumb across your swollen clit, “go on, fuck—fuck, go on, cum all over my cock, make me happy—be a good little girl and make daddy happy.”

You shook your head ‘no’—you didn’t know what he was talking about, the strange word leaving his wet lips—it was all too intense, and he kept swirling the pad of his thumb over the little thing that sat before the opening of your other lips, it felt too good—it was as if you were holding in your pee for far too long, and as if you were incredibly excited over something (with your tummy filled with butterflies).

He watched as he pressed his thumb down harder, then he felt your pussy walls contract and your body go stiff and rigid—feeling your orgasm take place almost in slow motion—the sensation of your cum dribbling on his cock and onto the bed sheets as you creamed his cock, and he didn’t stop, he growled like a predator finally taking his meat and fucked you harder, prolonging your orgasm and making you dumb and dumber and dumber.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart—“

He pulled out from your cumming pussy and his cock immediately pumped out white strings of hot cum and came all over the front of your pussy, warm droplets of cum cooled quickly on your burning skin.

Your legs were shaking, trembling with the aftermath of the rough fucking you were given and the intensity of your orgasm.

Rafael took a moment to collect himself, swallowing away his dry throat. Your hips twitched with the aftermath of the rough fucking you had just taken, and you made sounds of delight and overstimulation. He took his fingers and scooped up some of his cooled cum from your pussy mound and fingered it inside of you.

“it—it hurts,” you choked and pushed his wrist away.

Rafael kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth and you moaned into his as he continued to lazily finger your spent pussy, with no real want to make you cum again.

This poor little girl was already broken after one pussy-fuck.

Rafael was more than amused at that fact.

Outside of the window, he could hear people say their goodbyes—and Olivia was his ride home. He tore his fingers from you and started to get dressed, and you couldn’t move a muscle, all spent and exhausted, sleep was what you wanted.

“Here’s my number,” he slipped his business card to you, “If you want to be fucked like that again, you come to me,”

You held the professional card in your fingertips and examined it, it had his name, his profession, where his office was. And he wanted to see you again—that’s why he gave you the card.

He knew you were young, impressionable, and somewhat abused—you wanted someone to take care of you, just like he did there. Rafael had found his relief.

——

Your mom had scolded you for leaving the party so early, telling you that your Uncle Sonny was looking for you and that you were just plain out rude for getting drunk and making Mr. Barba have to take care of you.

She didn’t know. That was fine.

Your stepdad, however, he could barely look at you. Making little snarky comments.

He knew. How could he not? He had cameras put in your room unknownst to you, he had seen everything. Recorded it, kept it in a little file for only himself. Dave, the name of your mom’s boyfriend, had been shocked when he had seen Rafael fuck you into the mattress. Dave still stroked his cock to your cry’s, it was by far one of his best videos.

In fact, he was there that morning when you had left to get the subway to Manhattan and you couldn’t help yourself but think of him the whole time.

Remembering just how well he had fucked you, you had never felt anything like it before. You wanted to feel it again, and again, and again, and again.

It didn’t take long to find the courthouse, a big white historical looking building that to you, looked like a skyscraper. You were tiny compared to it. Tiny compared to a lot of things.

Rafael’s Office was on the eight floor, the receptionist told you, and she gave you this sympathetic look—you didn’t understand why. She must’ve thought you were a young victim.

Rafael had only taken one look at you and knew why you came back, he was a very smart man. To reward you, he ate you out on his desk like a man starved, and told you to come back before his shift ended.

He told you to be quiet as he slid off your pink panties and tucked them into his back pocket, kitten licked your clit. You had to hold your hand over your mouth. You could see the top of his assistants brown hair through the blinded windows, one wrong sound and she’d know what was happening in here.

By the end of the encounter, your legs were trembling and Rafael had your clear slick over his mouth and nose. He hummed as he licked you clean.

——

It had been a few months since you started “seeing” Rafael. You would visit him often, giving him home-made lunches or buying him a big meal to bring to him in his office. He’d take you out for food, lunch or dinner, and he’d take you back to his apartment where he’d fuck you until you were screaming. He had a talent for that, especially with you. You were so easy for him, you wanted him so badly that your body would cum within seconds of him entering you, and God did it make him feel amazing.

You would always fall asleep afterwards, his fuckings were too much for your poor little body and you lay your head to sleep on his chest.

Carisi had noticed that you had been entering Barba’s office a lot recently, and he grew suspicious. Gossip in the courthouse was at an all time high because it was said (or rumoured) that he had a new young girl that he was banging, this was either passed on from jealous old fat men or jealous middle aged women.

So Carisi did the mature thing, he had approached Barba with a question; “Are you fuckin’ my niece?”

And Barba smirked—he fucking smirked—and took a sip from his ice cold scotch glass. “Yes, I am.”

Carisi didn’t know what to say after that, he honestly didn’t think that far ahead.

But the thing was with you… was that over-shared quite a lot when you felt you could trust Rafael enough. You told him things about your Special Victims Unit Detective Uncle that no one had ever known.

Exposed Dominick for the predator he truly is, or was. To the person you trusted most in the whole world. Rafael held you as you sobbed, as you told him what had happened to you. But now, with the man before him glaring at him—Rafael knew enough that it wasn’t anger, it was jealousy.

Pure jealousy.

“Annoyed I bet you to it?” Rafael’s tone was amused one, his eyes tilted with his knowing smirk.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. I know.” Rafael sat down the carved glass of scotch on his desk. Condensation wet on his fingertips. “She told me everything, and if I were you, I’d watch how you act with me.”

Dominick swallowed heavily. There was no beating around the bush on what Barba was talking about, it was clear as day. Dominick knew what he had done wrong and now the ADA did too.

“But I’m willing to forgive and forget, hell, she tried to a few times. Kept telling me how she grew up and thought that her Uncle touching her pussy was normal, how when she was sixteen that she realised that having a crush on her own Uncle was wrong and—Illegal.”

Dominick was silent.

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I do. And you do too. Do you wanna know how I fucked her the first time? You were.. downstairs, yeah, downstairs with your girlfriend and her kids and I was deep inside your niece.”

“Stop.”

“She gushed, too, little spurts because she was so turned on. Because of me.”

“Stop it.”

“Not you—“

Dominick growled, “What’re you doin’? Why’re you tellin’ me this? If you’re gonna arrest me, do it.”

Rafael’s smirk widened, showing his white teeth. “My intention isn’t to arrest you. In fact, I want you to join. Just once. Maybe twice if I like it.”

“J—join?” Dominick stammered.

“Yes, have sex with her with me. I know she won’t come around, but I have my ways. Take a drug of some sort that’ll subdue her, and we can have our way with her.”

Rafael has always been a forward man, when he wanted something, he got it. He always said what was on his mind, even if it would offend someone.

“That’s crazy.”

“Is it? I’ve fantasised about some things she’s told me about you, and Carisi—you’re a dirty bastard, the things you done to her. But she liked it, though, she cries and cries but she admitted she liked it—and she hates it even more because she does.”

Does, present tense.

“Don’t act as if you don’t want to. Just say yes, that’s all you have to do. I can sort out the rest.”

Rafael stood, and his cock was half hard. It was ten o’clock at night, and you were staying the night at his apartment. He was getting ready to leave before he had asked Carisi to stop by.

Dominick thought on his offer. It was crazy, his skin burned with guilt and embarrassment of the true reality of what he had done to you growing up. But Rafael was just as sick for liking what he was told, so much so that he would ask your own assaulter to basically… do it all over again.

You were grown now, Carisi knew that. He had seen you at the party and he had seen how grown you were, drinking alcoholic punch and getting way too wasted way too fast on way too little drinks. Rafael fucked you almost every week, multiple times a week—and Dominick would be lying if he didn’t say he didn’t imagine how Rafael fucked you once the rumours gotten to him.

But he wanted to imagine himself fucking you—sliding into your tight wet heat, hearing your moans. How you’d grab onto him like you did when he’d touch your inexperienced clit—

“Yes.”

————

Rafael had messaged you a few hours before you left his apartment to come to his office because he needs help on a little something. It didn’t seem like a sexual text, normally he would tell you to wear something, or to bring something he could use on you. Or he would tell you what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do it.

So you had stopped by to get him a coffee, using your workers discount at your coffee shop. You even got him a little pastry too.

You tried to deny to yourself that your feelings for Rafael weren’t that intense, but they were. He was older than you, but it didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat whenever you thought of him. You trusted him, and most of all, you loved him.

He was rough sometimes, but sometimes you liked it. Sometimes he’d ignore your pleas to stop, but you liked when he felt good and when he would groan about how good you are for him. He was really special to you.

The courthouse was empty, it was late at night on a Friday and most people had went home. Rafael sometimes stayed in the courthouse until midnight some nights.

You entered his office with a smile, “I picked something up for you! It’s a new pastry I think you’d like, it’s filled with strawberry jam and—“

Your voice was held in your throat when you closed the door and your worst fear was in the room with you.

Your uncle had been sat on the brown couch in Rafaels office. Staring at you.

Rafael was there too, leaning against the front of his desk. The only warmth in the room.

“Take a seat, cariño,” Rafael gestured with his hand to the seat beside Carisi. You swallowed thickly, your uncle… made you uncomfortable at times, sometimes the look in his eye when he was looking at you made you feel as if he was imagining things he shouldn’t.

But Rafael was here, he would protect you if anything bad happened. He said so himself.

You put down the coffee and the pastry-bag on the brown oak coffee table and put your hands on your thighs. Your body felt heavy.

“Uncle Carisi is going to start law school—nights—and I wanted you to help him with his first case study.”

Your eyes darted to your Uncle who sat spread eagle on the brown leather sofa, staring at you.

“… uhm,” you whispered, “I don’t… i don’t know law, Rafa,” which was very true, you worked in a dead end barista job that underpaid and overworked you—the topic of the law was something you new absolutely nothing on, other than some traffic laws and the basics.

“I know, that’s why I’m here.”

Rafael tilted your chin upwards to kiss you softly, and suddenly you felt safer than before.

“In this imaginary case, the victim is sexually assaulted by two older men, one the victim is related to,” Rafael placed his hands on your shoulders and massaged them, “and the other is her partner,”

You’re turned by the hands on your shoulders to face your Uncle, but with Rafael’s presence… the fear wasn’t there as much.

“Go sit down,” Rafael mutters to you, and you hesitate, but make the two steps to the sofa and slowly sit.

“The victim is under the influence of a date-rape drug,” and Rafael reaches into his pocket and pulls out a yellow medicine bottle and flicks open the cap, shaking out one small pill in his cupped hand.

Rafael taps your bottom lip, “open,” and you do as you’re told. Your mouth opening only wide enough for him to put the pill on your tongue and then puts a finger on your chin and closes it for you.

“How does the assault start, counsellor?” You hear your Uncle ask beside you.

“It starts with the youngest male grabbing the victims hands.” And Rafael pauses, and sonny takes the hint and takes hold of both of your small wrists in one of his big hands and holds your wrists together behind your back. You couldn’t yank out of his grip if you wanted to.

“And while the drug takes into effect, the two perpetuators get the victim naked and pliable. Under their complete supervision, nothing left unclothed.”

Rafael started with your simple T-shirt, taking it by the bottom hem and lifting it from your body before you knew what was happening.

His office was cold, the windows never fully shut, the only warmth you seemed to get was Dominick’s burning gaze into your back.

“Bra, too.” Rafael tasked Sonny, nodding.

Dominick’s deft fingers came to your bra clasp and unlinked it, taking the straps from your shoulders and taking the bra all together.

“Ah, ah—don’t hide,” your older partner batted your hands away from your exposed breasts.

“Dom, give them a little squeeze. Get a good feel.”

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Sonny grunted as his hands groped at your breasts.

“Stop—“ you choked, “I—I don’t like this.”

Somehow, you found your voice. Your body wanted to run—and to curl into itself—both at the same time.

You didn’t know the ins and outs of the Law, but you did know that this was wrong. Everything your Uncle had ever done to you was wrong. From showing you what your clit was when you were young, to giving it little touches until your walls contracted and your big grown uncle made you orgasm.

Rafael always told you that you were a smart little girl.

“It’s fine, we know what we’re doing.” Sonny spoke behind you. His hands groped at your breasts, his thumbs pressing down on your nipples.

He definitely didn’t miss the small, breathy, barely-there moan that left your mouth. You felt his hand drop from one of your breasts and fall to the short skirt you were wearing, slipping his hand through the waistband and cupping your pantie-covered pussy.

Your back against your Uncles front and you were naked, fully, the only thing that kept any sort of dignity you had left was your socks with bows on the sides.

You definitely felt Sonny’s breath hitch as he had the best view to look down at your body.

“Free rein, Carisi.” Rafael said as he loosened his tie, “Pill’ll take effect in a few minutes.”

Sonny swallowed and his spare hand ran down your bare side and rested on the soft of your stomach, just above your belly button.

“Cute lil’ clit,” Sonny spoke in an undertone, and he only swirled one fingertip on your little button. Your legs closed on their own—you were disgusted, you had ran so far from your perverted Uncle and he managed to get you exactly where he wanted you. Maybe a few years older, but he had you now.

“Hey, hey—“ Rafael’s voiced raised as he saw your legs close, his big hands took place on both of your knees and spreads them far apart. “Don’t you dare close those legs,”

“Fuck, barba you ever touch her like this? Kids sensitive as fuck.”

Rafael hummed, he had a front view of Sonny circling your clit is slow motions and he licked his lips. “Make her cum, Dominick. Wanna see it from this angle.”

Sonny didn’t need to take orders, but he did it anyway. He added a second fingertip to join the first and added more pressure and you let out a telling moan, hips even jutting up a little to chase the rest of his fingers subconsciously.

Rafael laughed, “She’s leaking!”

And your face burned, feeling a drop of your wetness slide down your pussy and land on the leather couch. You didn’t want to imagine what you looked like. You whined, out of embarrassment and you hated to admit it, but pleasure. It felt good.

“Smells so fuckin’ good, Barba—all my fuckin’ life I’ve wanted to eat her little pussy.”

Rafael hummed in agreement, “She has a good pussy, Dominick.” And he leans in to give it a single lick, and you yelp at the sensation of his wet tongue sliding through your folds.

You could feel your body get numb, heavy, and light at the same time within seconds, which meant you had no control over your body. Which also meant… your body reacted the way it was intended to, hips riding the feeling of sonny rubbing your button and Rafael’s tongue up and down your folds—the feelings way too intense, building too fast, the feeling of too much happening at the same time and the knowledge that your uncle is right behind you rubbing the best part of you and suddenly it was too much, nothing mattered for a single second and you wanted more, more, more—

Rafael pulled back from your pussy and held your lips apart, “That’s it—look at that, did your Uncle make you cum? Hmm?” And sonny doesn’t stop his fingers on your clit—pushing it past your limits.

A vulnerable hiccup left your mouth, eyes still glassy following your intense orgasm by the fingertips of your own uncle.

Rafaels hands were still hard on your hipbone, keeping your waist firm on the mattress. He wasn’t too interested in your pleas for your uncle to stop touching you, but instead his eyes were glued to the clear slick on Sonny’s fingers.

“That’s a good little girl, see? you’re doing so good for me n’ your boyfriend,” your uncle said as he wiped your cum on your bare thigh.

Rafael chuckled, “I’m not her boyfriend.”

somehow, that broke your heart more than what was happening to you. You let out an audible sob.

“Hey, hey…” Rafael touched on your cheek, “don’t get upset… I still put my cock inside you, don’t I? Make you cream over my cock whenever you ask.”

Your blown-wide pupils search his, tears glossing your eyes. Rafael nods your head for you, tilting your chin up and down. He smiles.

“Now… your Uncle Sonny on the other hand, I bet he’d love to be your boyfriend. With how many years he’s been waiting for you… being so patient, he’s taught you so much about your body, hasn’t he?”

you look up between them both, “he’s… he’s my uncle,” you sniff, eyes red with tears.

Sonny smirks with triumph, “Sweetheart, ‘been wantin’ you since you were little,” and strokes the soft swell of your bottom lip. “Just jealous Barba took your innocence n’ not me,”

“but I like… “ you start, but you’re shushed. You were going to say that you liked Rafael—loved, even.

“It wouldn’t hurt if she had both of us,” Rafael’s hands were massaging your breasts, “Would hate to pass up a little girl like this. Don’t know when the next one would be so obsessed with me as she is. Poor little thing.”

Rafael leans down to kiss your nose, “What do you think of that? Uncle Sonny and myself sharing you?”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Sonny pipes up behind you and kisses your jaw, his hands slid up and down your open thighs just to touch you. “You n’ me n’ Barba… imagine how loved you’d be, sweetheart, wouldn’t need’ta cry anymore.”

You squeezed your eyes tightly together. This wasn’t happening, they weren’t trying to convince you to be in a relationship with both of them at once. Sonny kept pressing small chaste kisses on your jaw, to your cheek and then he moved your head to the side so he could kiss your soft lips.

It had been years since he kissed you like that. Literal years. He had forgotten what it felt like.

But he didn’t forget how you would make a little sound when he would kiss you, how he’d feel just a little pressure from your lips on his—and when you done it again, when he had you naked and spread on him, he was delighted.

“Think I should’ve give her a lil insentive,” Sonny said, “Show her what she’d be gettin’ if she was with me too.”

Sonny stood and rid himself of his pants, belt first and then his dress slacks dropped to the floor after.

You had pushed yourself up to the arm of the sofa, still warm from when Sonny was laying there. Your heart was beating so fast, skin flushed—you were under the influence of the drug, but watching your uncle’s cock come into your view—bare and hard, barely an inch away from you—made your

Rafael’s cock was out, he was naked from the waist down and he was stroking slowly—in no real rush to cum. The fun hadn’t started yet, he reminded himself, his stamina wasn’t as good as it was twenty years ago.

“Why don’t you touch it?”

Rafael must have seen you staring, mouth open just a little bit in the same way you always did when you felt really good.

Rafael reached for your wrist and places your hand on your uncles cock. It felt bigger, wider, and it looked longer. But… you were really little the last time you had touched it, it was for a brief moment. But you’re all grown up now, and you understood desire.

“Oh, I think she likes it.” Your uncle said with a knowing smile. He didn’t even have to ask you to start rubbing it, you had done it on your own accord—your hand sliding up and down on his hard cock.

Sonny bit his lip and he watched as your thighs opened just a little wider as your hand worked on his cock. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips against yours, “wanna fuck you, doll, wanna stick my cock inside you n’ feel you cum all around me.”

You whimpered as he kissed you.

What he didn’t expect, was when you kissed him back. It was a lazy, shy tilt of your head and pressure back on his lips.

Sonny placed the head of his cock at the seam of your pussy lips and didn’t waste another minute pushing inside.

It was a strange, strange feeling. This was your uncle, flesh and blood that you grew up with, and his cock was sliding inside your wet tight heat. You were so sensitive, your pussy was throbbing and your little pink clit swollen with undeniable arousal.

Your mouth opened to moan at the intrusion, but a chirping voice at the back of your head screamed at you that this was disgusting and wrong.

“Fuck sake—Barba—you really weren’t lyin’.” Sonny said through clenched teeth, his hands gripped hard on your hips.

He pulled out slightly just to push back in and you moaned silently with his thrusts—your whole body was screaming to you that it was wrong, but you knew deep down that your uncle’s cock fit just right, so big and deep inside your tiny puffy hole. Rafael’s cock normally stretched painfully and he didn’t give you time to get aroused enough, but your uncles touches alone got you more aroused than you should have been—but you were addicted.

Sonny started with a new rhythm of fucking, a pace that wasn’t far nor slow but was hard. Hard enough that you would squeal with each thrust of his cock inside you.

Rafael’s cock tapped on your lips and stuck the head in your mouth then reached for your hand to place on his cock. “Stroke my cock, honey, make Daddy feel as good as your Uncle.”

Sonny seemed to fuck into you harder and you whined with each hard thrust, finding it extremely hard not to just focus on the feeling of Dominick’s cock pounding against the part that’s real deep inside of you when Rafael’s cock was hard and ready in your hand.

Your orgasm approached fast and that was your only warning to him before it happened. “son—sonny—“ you gasped, eyes rolled back. Vocabulary had failed you, your voice box only available to let out pathetic sounds of pleasure.

“That’s it—she’s loving it now, fuck her a little harder, Dom,” Rafael ordered, “She likes it a little rough—loves to feel a fat cock deep in her tiny hole, don’t you?”

Sonny gritted his teeth together and took your hope and fucked you down onto his cock and your pussy squirted liquid with each thrust of his cock is inside you—your hand faltering its pace on Rafael’s cock as you came for the second time.

“cum—cumming—“ you could barely get the word out, body tensing far too much. You made such beautiful sounds when you came with a cock inside you.

That was a word Sonny taught you. He knew you remembered it because of him.

Rafael moved and forced his cock inside your mouth and you choked, then he started fucking your mouth. Your orgasm prolonged, not completely stopping.

“Wanna make her cum again, fuck—great fuckin’ pussy, feels so fucking good.” Sonny growled. “Y’ve always been my good little girl, ain’t you? Could’ve given you my cock years ago—all you hadda’ do was ask, could’ve squirted on me back then.”

You were nodding—why were you nodding? agreeing and almost wishing that you did, that you didn’t cut him out for her perverted actions towards you and let him take you whenever he wanted.

Rafael didn’t last long after your first orgasm, your little hand wrapped around his thick cock squeezed around him just enough that he came unexpectedly and spurted his hot cum on your naked, flushed breasts.

“Daddy’s good girl—“ Rafael grunted as he came.

You gasped as the ropes of hot cum landed on you, and you wished your eyes had been opened to see his face when he came. Your hand still worked on his cock.

Sonny paid no attention, but his thumb came to rest on your clit and he rubbed and rubbed as hard as he could, “C’mon, sweetheart, cum f’me again. Want you to gush all over my cock, honey, know you can do it—Barba told me all about it—you’re a good little girl, always been my good little girl—need you to cum on my cock again.”

You shook your head, it was too much—you had just came! your thighs trembled and your consciousness was catching up to you. This was wrong—this is your goddamn Uncle. But it just felt so good, your pussy was so wet and it felt like it was specifically made for him.

“Want me to cum in you, sweetheart? Knock you up?”

“Uh huh,” you moaned, eyes glassy and dumb. Not a thought behind those eyes but to get fucked and cum and take cum. “want—w—want you to cum in me, uncle sonny, pl—please.”

Fuck, your little please. Always such a polite girl. That was enough to make cock throb just enough to send him over the edge and fucking cum inside you.

He seemed to time it perfectly, because one hard thrust later and your back arched and your perky little tits pressed against his chest and your fist tightened around Rafael’s spent cock almost painfully as you squirted over Sonny’s cock—not gushed—Squirted.

You spoke gibberish as you came, a mix of his name, Rafael’s name, the lords name in vein. Your body felt so light and so fucking euphoric—and he kept fucking you through it.

Sonny’s cock pumped its seed inside of you and your pussy spasmed around him for a final time, and god you made the prettiest sounds for him. Barba’s cum on your bruised tits and your face fucked out, dumb, taking what you were given.

“That’sa good girl, takin’ my cum so deep.”

Sonny circles your clit just a little, just to feel your overstimulated walls tighten up around him again. Your pussy expelled the rest of your orgasm in little bursts—almost what Rafael had described to him of your ‘gushing’—of course Sonny felt accomplished, successful that he made his own niece cum so hard.

Rafael brushes your hair back from your face and chucked down at you, “That was a big one, huh? Felt good?”

And your chest was heaving, your eyes darted to him and you nodded in agreement. You had never came like that before. You never knew you could. A small, satisfied smile spread on your plump and bruised lips—the date-rape drug was still in action, spreading through your veins and making your body heavy and your limbs barely movable.

Sonny sighed in satisfaction after his orgasm and started to pull out but your spent pussy hole. You swallowed as you felt his cock start to retreat from you, and somehow, some deep dark part of you wanted him inside you. And never to leave you.

Sonny felt the tops of your knees that are either side of him press against his hips, in some sort of silent attempt to keep him inside you. Sonny glanced from his cock that was halfway outside of the pussy that he had been chasing since he was a young adult, to your doe looking expression and then saw the little shake of your head that made him slide right back inside of you.

You exhaled in delectation as the head of his softening cock pressed against your abused cervix. You tried to move your hips on his cock the best you could with the limited mobility you had.

Rafael laughs, “He can’t go again, cariño, fucked you stupid.”

Sonny laughed alongside him, “Would fuck you in a heartbeat again if I could, sweetheart. Pussys heaven—you’re heaven, better than ‘manda for sure.”

Rafael picked up his boxers and slid them back on and took place on the coffee table to just look at you. Ravished by the Uncle who had molested you throughout your life and he fucked you so good that it seemed that the past didn’t matter anymore.

Sonny leaned his neck down to kiss you and you kissed back, timidly at first but settled into it like it was second nature. Moaning into his mouth as he licked into yours.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl. knowing her place. you won’t tell mommy, will you?”

“n—no.” Your voice is hoarse, dry. Your head was spinning—but you knew this was something you’d remember. “just—just you, r—rafa and me.”

[storiesofsvu]

City Views

Rafael Barba x reader warnings: language, smut, oral, a form of cock warming i guess? lol, dirty talking, cum shot. requested: yup. can't remember who lol. Havent written for Barba or watched his eps in a while so hopefully this isn’t ooc.

Rafael was in his home office later than he had originally planned, one thing simply turned into another and another and another, the next thing he knew the small pile of paperwork had become a mountain. Normally this was just a minor frustration, but tonight was supposed to be date night.

When you’d first gotten home you’d checked in, leaving a kiss on the top of his head, asking how long he thought he would be. An hour and a half later and you were back, sliding a glass of scotch onto his desk with a small sigh and a raised brow that silently asked when he was going to close up shop. An hour after that you’d given up hope for stage one, wandering back into the office to place a take out container on his desk, making sure that he at least ate. Every intrusion pulled his focus, causing him to lose his train of thought and have to start all over again, even if you didn’t actually say anything. Which is why when the door creaked open again he let out a huff, his pen lifting up off the paper as he started to speak.

“If you interrupt me one more time so help me god I will—” He completely forgot how to speak when his eyes moved from the paper in front of him to the doorway and his mouth practically started to water.

You’d changed out of your clothes, a simple yet stunning black lace three piece set hugging your skin perfectly, adorned with light pink flowers, though the kicker was Rafael’s favourite shirt draped over your shoulders, hanging open in the front so he could get a glimpse of the lingerie. You let out a small chuckle, sauntering through the room up to the side of his desk and your fingers curled under his chin, closing his mouth.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“I...” he started, gulping as his eye swept over your body, lingering on the swell of your chest and you smiled.

“See something you like?”

“I most certainly do.” His hands came to grip your hips, tugging you towards him as they slid up your sides, spreading warmth across your skin, “querida you look amazing, but you know I have to finish this.”

“No one said anything about you stopping.” With a smirk you sunk to your knees, hands spreading his legs so you could settle between them, “I’m sure I can find something to keep me occupied.”

“Christ.” Muttering, he shook his head at you, nudging you backwards slightly so his chair was closer to the desk and he picked up his pen again.

Only a moment later your hands were softly rubbing up and down the inside of his thighs, squeezing every so often and every time he glanced down he had a perfect view of your cleavage, pushed up by the fancy bra, your nipples nearly peaking over the top of the lace. He took a deep breath, feeling himself twitching in his pants already and did his best to focus on the work in front of him.

Your hands continued to rub up his thighs, one of them coming even higher to palm at his cock through his pants and he let out a groan, unable to control his hips rocking toward the touch. You continued to grope him, smirking at the feeling of him starting to get hard, knowing just what kind of an affect you were having on him. Your hands reached up to his belt, undoing the buckle before slipping into his pants, pulling them down a few inches to pull his cock out and he let out a hiss.

You spat into your hand before wrapping it around him, beginning to lazily stroke, letting out a needy whine as he got hard, twitching in your hand. Above you he let out a soft sigh, his eyes briefly closing, fingers clenching around his pen before he attempted to shake out of it.

“You like that?” You asked, a smirk in your voice as your hand tightened around him, squeezing ever so softly and a drop of pre-cum began to leak out of his tip.

“You know I do.” He groaned, hips rocking toward you, thrusting his cock further into your hand.

“If this is too distracting I could always just play with myself…” You teased, your hand leaving him and trailing down your own body. You barely got it to the waist of your panties before Rafael let out a low growl, catching your other wrist in his hand, tugging you closer to him.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head, “you know better than that.”

Grinning, you leant forward on your knees, your hands braced on his upper thighs and your tongue darted out to wet your lips, “you want me to suck your cock while you work? Keep you nice and warm and hard until you’re finally ready to fuck me?” You licked a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip, flicking it, lapping up the pre-cum as you did so and he twitched again, “stretch my pussy out, fuck me nice and deep, filling me up completely.” Your words were accented by kisses along his shaft, sucking at the sensitive skin, “I’m wet already just thinking about it.”

Rafael’s free hand tangled into your hair, redirecting your mouth so he could drive his cock between your lips, “then get to work.”

“Mmmhm.” You mumbled back, slowing sinking down on his cock until the tip of it hit the back of your throat.

You held yourself there, tongue drawing patterns across his cock, tracing the veins as you moaned around him, sucking him deeper into your mouth, feeling him throb. You hollowed your cheeks, relaxing your throat so he could press even further into you. You could hear the scratching of his pen as he scribbled through whatever he was working on, but you could also hear that his breathing was getting laboured. Rafael began to shift uncomfortably in his seat, your mouth incredibly warm and wet around him, holding him there, tickling at his cock with your tongue. He twitched inside your mouth, letting out a quiet swear when you moaned around him, the vibration enough to make him stall in his words. You could feel the drool pooling in the corners of your mouth beginning to leak out of your lips, smearing around the base of his cock and you finally pulled off, taking a gasping breath.

Your hand replaced your lips, stroking up and down his length while your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them into your mouth, your tongue toying with them. A groan left your lips as you rubbed your thighs together, pussy pulsing around nothing, eager for Rafael’s cock to fill you up. Your mouth slipped off his balls, a string of drool connecting the base of his cock to your lips and you glanced up at him with a smirk when you felt his eyes on you.

“God you’re so pretty like this…” he mumbled, his hand caressing your cheek gently, thumb tracing the outline of your lips and you were quick to suck it into your mouth. “Such a good little cock sucker.”

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, causing you to chase after it, your lips landing on the head of his cock when he wrapped his hand around it, redirecting it into your mouth before his hand moved to the back of your head. He guided you up and down, pressing ever so lightly on your head when you deep throated him, setting up a languid pace for you to bob on his cock. As relaxed as you were, you weren’t afraid to start to make a bit of a mess, spit slicking his length, coating your lips, smearing across the crotch of his pants, a bit of drool dripping down your chin.

Rafael could feel his heart racing in his chest, the sounds coming from below him were driving him absolutely wild and he knew by the way you’d began rocking your hips in time with your bobbing that your pussy was completely drenched. His writing was getting sloppier and he knew he was going to have trouble reading it in the morning, but the thoughts of work were slowing slipping from his mind as the only thing he began to worry about was the feeling of you choking on his dick. He managed another sentence before tossing down his pen and letting out a louder moan, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes.

You pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, a small giggle escaping your wet lips, “finished?”

“Something else came up.” He muttered, smirking down at you and you chuckled, still stroking him.

“Certainly did.” With a wink you wrapped your lips around his cock again, picking up the pace as his hips began to rock up to meet your mouth, hands tangling into your hair again. You took him as deep as you could, hands massaging his balls and he grunted, throbbing in your mouth before he finally pulled you off, leaving you panting.

“If you keep that up you’re gonna make me come.” His hands slid down to your shoulders, yanking you up and into his lap, where his hand found its way between your legs, cupping your heat, “and considering you’ve ruined these panties it would be a waste to not feel that gorgeous pussy.”

With a quick smirk Rafael leant in, catching your lips in a kiss, groaning over the taste of himself in your mouth as your tongues quickly started rolling against one another. His arms wound around you, holding you close as he stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You couldn’t resist grinding your clothed cunt against his hard on, your panties dampening from both sides now. He crossed the room to the couch across from his desk, gently dropping you onto it.

“Why don’t you get rid of that excuse for underwear?” He asked, his hands making quick work of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor behind him.

Your hands reached up behind your, un clasping the bra and tossing it aside, “you could just pull them to the side?”

“God you’re feeling dirty tonight, aren’t you?” Rafael grinned, stepping toward you so he could cup your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you let out a happy sigh that morphed into a moan when he pinched at them, gripping the flesh harder.

“Got bored,” your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to play with your tits, “watched a few videos…”

“And were you touching yourself?”

“Only over my panties.”

“Good girl.” His hands left your chest, one cupping your cheek to direct you into a kiss before he shoved his pants down, “now get up on your knees and turn around.”

You eagerly did as asked, bracing yourself on the back of the couch and sticking your ass out as Rafael dimmed the lights in the room, making the view through the darkened window come a little more to life. Stories above the city streets below, the skyline full of sparkling lights, night sky twinkling with stars, you were high enough there was a very little chance of anyone seeing you, but the thrill was still there and sent shivers through your body. Rafael’s hands soothed up your thighs, pulling your cheeks apart before his fingers slipped into your thong, pulling it off to the side to expose your glistening pussy.

“God you’re just fucking drenched.” He muttered, bending over you to swipe his tongue through your folds, pulling a gasp from your lips as he sucked on your cunt for a moment, growling at the taste of your juices. “Always so sweet querida.” Two of his fingers easily sunk into you and you couldn’t help but push back onto them, whining as your eyes fluttered shut and he chuckled, “and already ready for me… you really are needy tonight.”

“Raf.. please…” Your head fell forward onto your forearms, practically panting in need as his fingers danced across your body, a feather light touch on your skin that left fire in its tracks.

“God you’re so hot when you beg.” He replied, hand wrapping around his cock as he guided it your leaking cunt.

He rutted against you, cock sliding through your folds, smearing your juices all along it and you let out a long moan, body shaking as wetness leaked out of you. It wasn’t a want, it was a need, your pussy absolutely throbbing, your clit swollen and sensitive, twitching every time his dick rubbed past it. He finally gave you some relief when the head of his cock nudged at your cunt and your body relaxed, a sigh escaping your lips as he sunk deeper into your heat inch by inch.

“Fuck…” You groaned, pushing your hips back toward him, making sure every inch of him was fully seated inside your throbbing cunt.

“You’re squeezing me so tight already, shit.”

Rafael braced his hands on your hips, starting to pull his cock out until only the tip was left inside you before he sunk all the way in again, moaning right along with you. You were perfect, pussy fitting him like a fucking glove, pulsing around him like heaven, just the way he craved, the way he loved. He couldn’t help but set a steady pace, knowing you were both so riled up already he didn’t want to waste time but also didn’t want to come instantly. Each thrust of his hips were met with a little squeak or whimper from you, the harder ones earned moans, soft swears, his name tumbling from your lips like a sweet prayer.

“S-so good.” You groaned out, gripping the back of the couch harder when Rafael circled his hips, cock hitting every spot of your walls.

“Take me so well.” He husked, picking up the pace, a hand sliding up your back until it tangled into the roots of your hair, tugging your head up so you could see the faint reflection in the dark window.

“Fuck…”

“Like that don’t you?” He chuckled, “bet you wish they could see how you take my cock, hmm? How messy this little pussy is? God you’re dripping down your thighs that’s how much you like the way I fuck you, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm.” You managed out, a strangled moan breaking free from your throat, “ ‘m close…so close…”

Rafael knew what you were begging for, and he knew he wasn’t far behind you, hand winding around you to find your clit, pads of his fingers rubbing at it, pressing harder with each circle. You were slick with wetness, clit hard and throbbing under his fingers while your pussy pulsed around his cock, juices coating it, squelching noises and the sound of skin on skin bouncing off the walls of the room.

“Come for me querida, come all over my cock.” He grunted, feeling himself throb inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, stuttering against yours as you cried out, pussy clamping down around him as your juices dribbled out, leaking down your thighs.

“Fuck!”

It was only a second later that he groaned, his hips hitting yours, cock deep inside your cunt as his cum shot out of him, coating your walls and you let out another whimper at the sensation. He squeezed at the base of his dick, making sure to fill you with as much cum as he could, your pussy milking every last drop out of him. He dropped his torso over yours, holding you flush to him as he panted, messy kisses pressed to the back of your shoulders as your bodies trembled together.

“Oh my god…” He mumbled and you laughed softly, shifting to collapse to the couch underneath him, whining when his cock slipped from you.

“Still mad about the interrupting?” You asked with a smirk as you rolled over and it was his turn to laugh.

“Absolutely not.”

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[vivaciousoceans]

I see your taste in Barba fic and I approve. You got any good recs? If you have a rec list already and I just haven't seen it, whoops.

I have a short barson fic rec here! Here are some others that aren’t just barson:

Calbarson Insanity by KrisLetang

This one is a short collection of Rita x Olivia x Rafael fics that honestly have given me brain rot. The dynamic between the three of them, but especially Rafael and Rita is to die for. It’s very smutty though so fair warning. I just love everything about this ot3.

Internal Dialogue by Ava_now

This story isn’t finished but I like the insight it gives to Rafael Barba as a character, especially in his first few cases.

the deserts they left behind by lonely_is_so_lonely_alone

This is a barollins one shot that honestly blew my mind. It’s so good, the rhythm and the tone had me biting my nails. I never really thought of Amanda and Rafael as mirrors of each other, but they so are.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves by jonasnightingale

This one is just barson, but @anneowl2803 made a post about Rafael Barba giving off lesbian vibes, and this whole oneshot just confirms that for me. The man yearns like sapphos.

Touch-and-Go by whathobertie

This one stings a little bit but it’s a nice little introspective over a Rafael Barba and touch over the years.

[winchesterszvonecek]

Prosecutorial Misconduct 18+

Chapter 6 - A Game of Subway Surfers

Word Count: 9032

Series Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Half asleep, and with a raging headache from the night before, Melanie waltzed into the sixteenth precinct exactly thirty minutes late for her shift.

Obviously, she hadn’t meant to. She’d just been running so far behind schedule given the fact that she only woken up forty five minutes ago… In Barba’s bed… After he’d physically carried her there, tucked her cosily under the duvet and then went out to sleep on the couch himself. You can see from that why she might have been a little too disoriented and dazed that she literally couldn’t have come in to work any sooner if she had tried. 

She hadn’t even had that much time to call home, after running away from Barba, to check on Quint. Or to even brush her teeth to get rid of the remnants of what she drank last night, before she was rushing out the front door again and heading to work — wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday, she might add, and she could already hear the remarks that would be coming her way over that small detail she’d had no time to change. 

At least she didn’t sleep with Barba, Melanie thought to herself. That would have only made the jokes harder to brush off as if she had… If she’d had a drunken one night stand with Rafael Barba after months of pining after him, she’d no doubt have gone so red in the face after the first joke that she’d have opened up a window, and tossed herself head first out of it. 

“Well, would you look who it is,” Carisi said humorously as Melanie came shuffling tiredly into the squad room, her bike helmet in hand, her hair unbrushed and two dark ringed circles sitting heavy beneath her eyes. “We were wondering when you were gonna show up.”

“And wearing the same clothes as yesterday?” Rollins added, raising her eyebrow knowingly as she sipped her coffee. “Looks like somebody got laid.” 

“To rest,” Fin laughed, making Rollins snort into her coffee cup as Melanie glared half assedly towards him, “Girl, you look dead on your feet, what the hell did this guy do to you?” 

“There was no guy,” Melanie deflected instantly, even though there kind of was. Just not in the dirty way in which they thought. She set her helmet on the chair by her desk and sat down on her own, running her clammy hands over the entirety of her tired face. “I just… got a little drunk last night and fell asleep on the couch, that’s all.” 

“Mhm,” Rollins hummed, clearly unconvinced yet she let it slide. She was too uncomfortable herself to carry on, what with her pregnant belly and her constant need to pee, which speaking of, “Mel, help me up?” 

With a faint groan that made Rollins chuckle Melanie stood back up, almost falling right back down again when a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over her entirely. Her hand shot up to her head as her mind spun violently inside of it, the whole room nothing but a blur as she braced herself against the desk, a soft, scotch-flavoured burp escaping up her throat and making her groan again. 

“Jeez, are you still drunk?” Carisi asked with an amused scoff, getting to his own feet to help Rollins up as it didn’t appear as though Melanie could move so much as inch away from her desk. 

“It’s possible,” Melanie exhaled slowly, falling back into her chair again and closing her eyes in hopes of settling them. “I had so much scotch last night, I actually think I’m dying.”

“I’ll get you some coffee,” Carisi said, as Rollins waddled off to the bathroom, “I assume you want some crack in it?”

“Yes please,” Melanie mumbled, her eyes growing distant as she rested her hand on her chin and fought the urge to fall asleep. It didn’t work though, her eyes drew closed again the second Carisi’s chuckle faded as he headed for the coffee pot. Only, her peace didn’t last long though, not when the faint sound of wheels rolling caught her attention and she cracked open one eye, to now see Fin so close to her that he physically made her flinch. “Jesus.” 

“Nope, just me,” Fin said casually, leaning back against his chair and folding his arms. “You gonna tell me who he is?” 

Melanie played dumb, “Who who is?” 

“The guy who provided you with enough scotch to make you smell like it.” 

Subtly, Melanie tilted her head towards her shoulder and sniffed. God, he was right. She even smelled like scotch, and that would not be the best way for her to forget last night and stop blushing anytime she so much as thought about Barba carrying her to bed. 

“There is no guy,” Melanie said plainly, avoiding eye contact with Fin as he could always tell she was lying. Especially when she flushed a deep shade of scarlet, sort of like she was doing now. “I provided myself with the scotch.”

“Man, you know as well as I do that that’s bull,” Fin said, tapping her arm with the back of his hand to get her to look at him. And even when she did, she didn’t. “Four years we’ve been gaming together and not once have you ever gotten up to go get a scotch.” 

Melanie shrugged, “Times have changed.” 

“Times may have changed, but you ain’t,” Fin replied, a little peeved that she wouldn’t tell him as unknown to Carisi, who’d only grow jealous, Melanie always used to tell him everything. The benefits of being gaming buddies. “You never change, and that’s exactly how I know you’re lying.” 

“I’m not lying,” Melanie literally lied, but she just couldn’t tell him the truth as no matter what she knew didn’t happen between her and Barba, there was no way that anyone else would believe her otherwise. “I picked it up on my way home and I drank it, end of story.”

“Yeah, it’s a story alright,” Fin muttered, rolling annoyedly away from her and back towards his desk as Carisi returned.

“Splash of milk and three sugars,” He said automatically, handing Melanie the steaming cup of coffee as she flashed him a thankful smile. “We were all out of crack but, uh, hopefully it’ll still do.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Melanie chuckled, bringing the mug, which was even her favourite one, to her lips and taking her that first, glorious sip of the liquid within, feeling the heat of it trickle down her chest and erupt across her body like a hug. “Ah, perfect as always, Sonny.” 

Whatever you do, do not tell Barba that, Melanie, otherwise he’ll be framing Carisi for murder and locking his ass in jail. 

“It ain’t my first coffee making rodeo, Mel,” Carisi chuckled, yet he always felt a strange sense of self-pride anytime she complimented his coffee making abilities as anytime anyone else tried to make her one… she always struggled to hide her distaste. 

The coffee soon began to kick in and by the time Melanie and Carisi got called away from the precinct on an ongoing case the two of them were investigating, Melanie could already feel her headache starting to lift to an otherwise manageable pain level. She still hadn’t eaten anything yet, she’d just had another five cups of coffee and was all but bouncing off the walls with her heart mimicking a hummingbird inside her chest, but she was able to stand up and walk around without feeling like she was floating so all in all, she’d count that as a win in her book. 

“You think this is our guy?” Carisi asked, as the two of them set off in the car towards the subway. They’d gotten a call from a local precinct about a possible public masturbator on the train, and they had every reason to believe it was the guy they’d been looking for. 

“Probably,” Melanie replied, pulling a small knife from her pocket and beginning to flip it open and closed in her hand. “Although with the amount of public masturbators we come across, there’s an equal chance it’s not.” 

“Yeah that’s true,” Carisi muttered, unphased by the knife play that was happening next to him.

“I don’t understand why people can’t get their jollies off at home like the rest of us.”  

Carisi made a face at that thought, and glanced at her, “Get their jollies off? What are you, eighty?”

Frowning, Melanie just rolled her eyes and remained quiet as she continued to practise her knife skills. She always hated having nothing to do in the car and with the way Carisi drove, the two of them would probably be here until tomorrow morning before they so much as even saw the subway station platform. 

“You gonna tell me where you were last night?” Carisi asked, glancing briefly to his side just in time to see Melanie stop what she was doing, peer suspiciously towards him out of the corner of her eye and when she realised he knew that she was lying, she pressed her lips together and went right back to playing with her knife. “I know you, Mel, I know you didn’t choose to drink scotch on your own, so come on… Who is he?”

“God, what is with you people and thinking that just because I chose to drink scotch last night and that I came into work in the same clothes as yesterday, that I’m automatically seeing someone?” 

“Because we know you,” Carisi said plainly, “And we know that you, of all people, do not drink scotch.” 

“Well, I did, okay? So just drop it already,” Melanie said in frustration, which was easily readable as Carisi got the hint instantly and raised his fingers off the steering wheel, as though holding his hands up in surrender. 

Even he knew better than to continue to poke the bear and if she didn’t want to tell him the truth, then fine. He’d just leave it at that. 

“What did you do last night?” Melanie asked, trying to fill the awkward silence that was slowly filling the car.

“Not much, just had a few drinks with some of the guys,” Carisi shrugged, “I texted you.” 

“Oh yeah,” Melanie drew out, nodding her head, “Yeah, I remember… Sorry I left you hanging, I just couldn’t think of anything I’d like to do less than hang out with Campesi.” 

“Yeah, it was probably for the best,” Carisi said, knowing all too well about what happened between the two women. “With some of the things she said about Barba, I doubt they would have helped settle the heat.”  

“The things she said about Barba?” Melanie repeated, and it was when her knife flipping suddenly quickened that Carisi knew he’d fucked up. He didn’t know why he said that. He should have known better than to bring it up when she was in a mood, and so help Campesi if she said anything that would have so much as caused Melanie’s eye to twitch in annoyance. “What things? What did she say?” 

“Nothing,” Carisi mumbled, trying to brush it off as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter and the squeaking of the leather, no matter how faint it was, piercing straight through the rather tense silence that grew between them. 

Narrowing her eyes at his shadiness Melanie turned to him, flipping her knife one last time so that the blade was fully, and quite menacingly extracted as she clenched her jaw, gritting sternly, “Dominick.” 

Dominick? Damn… She must be serious, Carisi thought to himself. The only other time she’d ever called him by his real name was back when he tried to grow his moustache again and she had so rudely told him that it made him look like a pervert.  

“Alright, alright,” He sighed begrudgingly, knowing he had no other option but to tell her the truth if he wanted to leave the car without her knife sticking out of his thigh. “She just… made some passing comment about him needing luck if he ever needs a cop, alright, that’s all.”  

Melanie scoffed, “If he ever needs a cop he has me, okay? He doesn’t need her… Or anyone else for that matter.” 

The sudden quietness to her muttered tone towards the end had Carisi stay silent as they pulled up to the bottom of subway platform, the only sound inside the car being the metallic clack of Melanie’s knife as she continued to flip it flawlessly in her hand, which to some might have seemed threatening considering her mood but in reality it just made Carisi relieved that she hadn’t chosen to poke him with it.

Despite that, her movements still seemed slow and calculated. Even her eyes were trained to the subway sign in the distance, glazed over and unmoving, and it was almost like he could hear the metal cogs spinning inside the wacky and wonderful world that was her mind. It wasn’t like Melanie to stay quiet for so long, regardless of having something to do with her hands as half the time she would be babbling about one thing or another the whole way to the scene. 

The only time she ever kept her mouth shut this tightly was when she was deep in thought, and considering the suit wearing topic of conversation, Carisi easily grew concerned and so he just had to ask, 

“You aren’t gonna do anything else stupid are you? To Campesi, I mean.” 

“Like what? Empty my clip into her?” Melanie chuckled dryly as she shifted her gaze to finally meet him again, catching the subtle way in which he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as if to say well yeah you already punched her. She threw one hand mockingly up to her heart in response, “You know, Sonny, sometimes your lack of faith in me really hurts.”

And just like that… Melanie was back. 

Carisi rolled his eyes, the blatantly obvious sarcasm radiating from her aura as she chuckled in amusement having him grumble beneath his breath about being sorry that he asked in the first place. He then shut off the engine, telling her that he was done with the conversation and that his lack of faith was nothing if not justified given her history of holding grudges. 

“Look,” Melanie began, her tone serious yet she still continued to play with her knife, “I’m not gonna do anything that you would class as stupid but I will say this… If Campesi says one more thing like that about Barba, she’s gonna have a lot more to worry about than my fist connecting with her face.” 

“You know, it makes me really uncomfortable when you say things like that whilst playing with your knife.” 

“You should count yourself lucky,” Melanie replied, her movements coming to a sudden halt as the relief-causing click of her knife folding shut filled the brief silence between them. She then leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle shining brightly in her eye as she cocked her head towards the subway platform and added, in a playful whisper, “If I was anything like this guy, I could very well be playing with something else.” 

And just like that she was gone from the car, leaving Carisi to pull a deeply, deeply disturbed, and rather offensively disgusted, face as he unbuckled his seatbelt, following her reluctantly out onto the street and trying his hardest to think of anything but… that . He never wanted to have to picture anything about that kind of action revolving Melanie, or even anyone with Melanie, thank you very much. It would be too much like having his sisters telling him about their sexual experiences, and he’d very much like to not end up so scarred for life that he took Melanie’s knife from her and used it to gouge out his own eyeballs. 

“Sonny!” Melanie called towards him as he just stood there, his eyes distant and his mind fighting each and every thought that wanted to trespass into it. He regained his focus rather quickly, his eyes landing on her questionably as she fought against the smile that so badly wanted to curl on her lips, “Are you coming or what?” 

At her inappropriate choice of words given the situation and the way she wiggled her eyebrows, Carisi’s face fell into a frown and he rolled eyes, hearing Melanie laugh quietly to herself. He sucked in an annoyed breath, internally wondering why he’d ever put up with her as a partner for this long as sometimes she wore his patience so thin that he often thought that maybe Fin didn’t seem so bad after all. Nevertheless he jogged towards her, falling in line beside her small frame as they made their way up the steps towards the subway platform. 

“You know,” Carisi began, curiosity suddenly taking the better of him, “You seem very protective over Barba these days.”  

“Well yeah, I mean, look at him,” Melanie huffed out softly, “He's so innocent and little, he can’t defend himself.” 

“He’s not that little,” Carisi corrected, hating that he was using the word little to describe Rafael Barba. “He’s taller than you.” 

“Yeah, but I grew up with a tree as a twin brother who liked to practise his WWE moves on me so I know how to take care of myself.” 

Fair. She did know how to defend herself better than most people, yet it still didn’t answer Carisi’s question properly. But to be honest, nothing ever would, which is why he easily let it go with a brief nod of agreement. Despite her blatantly obvious attempts at dodging said question, Melanie still made a rather excellent, and completely valid, point. Barba was little, as much as Carisi hated to admit it, and he was absolutely not capable of defending himself in any way unless it was with his mouth and inside the safety of the courtroom, therefore he let it go.

For now. He still had a bucket load of questions he wanted to ask her and don’t get him wrong, he would — just not when she was already in such a murderous mood that the slightest little thing could set her off. He really didn’t fancy having to hide behind Fin again like the time she tried to murder him for spilling coffee on her, so for the time being he’d simply keep his mouth shut and focus on trying to finally catch this masturbating subway pervert. 

The guy had been terrorising women, men and children alike for weeks now by getting handsy in the subway cart and God help him if today was the day that Carisi and Melanie finally caught him with his pants down — literally . He’d probably be leaving the station minus his you know what once Melanie was through with him and whilst Carisi, himself, didn’t condone violence like that against others, he couldn’t help but think that perhaps it would be the best course of action if the guy didn’t have a thing left that he could then play with. 

As they reached the top of the stairs and made their way onto the platform, Melanie and Carisi quickly weaved their way through the crowd that had gathered at the commotion. They came up to a small booth that usually housed the lone subway worker that now stood outside it, talking to a uniformed patrol officer about what he’d seen. However today, the booth seemed to be providing some much needed privacy and calmness for a young teenage girl, who sat tucked away inside with a bottle of water nursed in her shaking hands, her eyes still wide and shimmering, and a clear trauma written all over her blushing face. 

“Hi there,” Melanie said softly, a gentle smile rising on her lips. “I’m Detective Dodds, and this is my partner Detective Carisi, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” 

The young girl wiped her eyes and shook her head, a soft sniffle leaving her nose as Melanie grew closer, coming to crouch down in the doorway to better face her as she always knew how intimidating it was having someone of authority tower over you. 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Melanie asked, pulling her notebook out of her pocket. 

“Amelia.” 

“Amelia, that’s a pretty name,” Melanie said with a smile, scribbling it down on a clean page in her book before glancing back up at her. “Now Amelia, can you tell us about the man you saw on the subway?”

“He was… touching himself,” Amelia said timidly, and Melanie nodded her head gently. 

“Okay. And what else can you tell us about him? Did you see his face?” She asked, “Or notice anything about his clothes? Maybe a work logo or something like that?” 

“No, not really,” Amelia shook her head and sniffled, her eyes drifting up towards Carisi who kept scanning the crowd with his own. “But he was wearing a long coat.” 

“A long coat,” Melanie repeated, writing it down. “Like a trenchcoat?” 

“Yeah,” Amelia nodded, “Before I saw what he was doing I thought he looked like a character from my favourite show. He always wears a trenchcoat.” 

“Let me guess,” Melanie said, raising her eyebrow playfully. “Castiel?” 

Amelia’s eyes grew wider and a smile tugged at her lips, “You watch Supernatural?” 

“Only all the time,” Melanie chuckled, hoping that little detail might help Amelia relax a little and maybe even help her to forget the horror she’d witnessed on the subway. “Now, don’t get me wrong I like Castiel too but I’ve always been a Crowley girl at heart.” 

“But he’s the bad guy!” Amelia said, with a certain sort of innocence that made Melanie chuckle fondly. Oh to be so young and pure again.

“I know he is, but can I let you in on a little secret?” Melanie whispered, and Amelia nodded excitedly. She leaned in, waving one hand behind her to brush off the subtle nudge Carisi gave her with his knee and she added, “I’ve always had a thing for bad guys.” 

Barba aside, obviously. 

As Amelia giggled quietly to herself and made Melanie smile, Carisi nudged her gently with his knee again, this time actually gaining her attention as she glanced over her shoulder towards him. He cocked his head subtly and quietly to the side, causing Melanie to clear her throat and act casual as she stood up, drawing her eyes towards the crowd where she could instantly see the trenchcoat wearing man standing tall amongst them. He looked shifty, not just from the tightly tied trench coat, but from the simple way in which he kept looking around him, as though he were waiting for the perfect moment to whip it out and flash everyone. 

Drawing her eyes back towards Carisi, Melanie nodded in understanding. She then told the uniformed officer to get Amelia’s details and make sure she got home okay, before the two detectives slowly began to make their way towards the crowd, not wanting to spook the guy too soon. Unfortunately though, Carisi stood out like a sore thumb and when the guy's eyes drifted toward him and fell to his hip, he noticed the badge and bolted.

“Ah, you gotta be kidding me,” Carisi complained, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he made his move to start running. 

Melanie, however, was already about ten feet in front of him by the time his legs started moving, her long hair flowing seamlessly behind her as she followed the guy along the subway platform. She was always much better at him when it came to chasing perps due to her added skill set of basically being like a superhero, and when the guy easily jumped the fence and dove, that’s right dove, nearly fifteen feet through the air and landed on a nearby fire escape, it was no surprise to Carisi to see Melanie follow just as easily behind him. 

He held his breath as she travelled across the gap, with nothing but a twenty foot drop beneath her should she miss her target and go crashing down to the ground. Luckily though, she hit the fire escape with ease which allowed him to exhale shakily, watching as she gripped her fingers tightly around the metal poles and pulled herself up and over the railing.

“I’ll try and cut him off!” Carisi called after, despite not having a single clue how to do that without growing wings. 

Melanie heard him faintly, but she didn’t answer him. Instead, she continued to climb the stairs at an impressive speed as she slowly began to catch up with the guy, who she had traumatically ended up seeing waaay too much of when she glanced up and saw right under his trenchcoat. If he hadn’t looked guilty before, he’d certainly look guilty now with his lack of pants or underwear, the dirty bastard. Whatever possessed people to be such sexual deviants she’d never understand, but she’d happily take him down if it meant another young girl like Amelia didn’t get traumatised. Hopefully the trench coat he wore didn’t affect her too much as Melanie would really hate for this guy to have ruined Castiel for her. 

Nevertheless she carried on, reaching the top of the fire escape and stepping out onto the roof of the nearby apartment building. She thought she’d get him there, but this guy was fast . He was already halfway across the roof by the time she lifted herself from the railing and when he reached the edge he didn’t hesitate to jump, once again flying through the air and landing with a rough tumble on the neighbouring roof. 

Sucking in a breath, Melanie followed him, landing with ease and without so much as a faint pain in her ankles on the very same spot on which he had. She picked up the pace, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she focused on her breathing. Being a scuba diver meant she had excellent lungs and near perfect stamina which made her a pro at all things suspect chasing. The others would have given up the minute he jumped the roof, and Fin probably would have just shot the guy, but not Melanie. She loved the thrill of the chase and when the guy took a sharp turn left, she followed, leaping down onto a smaller building and picking up speed as they made their way towards another fire escape. 

After jumping the majority of the stairs down, Melanie landed with a soft thud in the middle of an alley before immediately making her way towards the street. The guy was still going, how he was even running so fast with such a tightly tied trench coat on him, she had no idea but she was slowly but surely catching up to him. He obviously didn’t have as good a pair of lungs as she did as she could easily hear him struggling to catch his breath as he ran, yet it still didn’t seem to be slowing him down much.

Not even when Carisi finally caught up with them looking like he’d seen a ghost after watching Melanie leap across a building, did he appear as though he were giving up. He hopped fences. He scaled walls. He even made a superhero landing off a small bridge in the middle of Central Park when he tried to dupe them.

Tried being the operative word there as Melanie had seen it coming from a mile away and easily jumped down after him — Carisi took the long way round. She kept running, nearly close lining an old lady feeding the ducks in the pond and had she not been so quick to think on her feet she’d have knocked her in. But luckily, she managed to twist her body just enough to barely graze the woman’s shoulder before she picked up the pace, sucking in a breath and throwing herself towards the suspect, grabbing an easy hold of his shoulders due to his sudden slowness and taking him down like a football player. 

“Don’t move,” Melanie ordered, slightly out of breath from the landing as held him down with one hand, fumbling in her back pocket for her cuffs with the other. She pulled them out quickly, digging her knee hard into his back to keep him still as she cuffed him. “Get up.” 

Roughly, Melanie got to her feet and pulled the guy up with her, a far too chipper smile plastered on his face for her liking and had he not been going commando right now she might have kneed him between the legs. 

“Melanie,” Carisi exhaled as he slowly jogged towards them, his face red and his hands went instantly to his thighs as he stopped. “Mel…” He coughed, an entire lung almost coming up with it. 

“Are you okay there, grandpa?” Melanie taunted, finding clear amusement in the glare Carisi fired her way when he lifted his head and struggled to catch his breath. 

“How are you not…?”

“Dying?” Melanie finished for him, and Carisi reluctantly nodded. She was hungover for crying out loud, she shouldn’t have made it off the subway platform without hurling. “Because there’s no better way to cure a hangover than taking down a pervert in the middle of Central Park.”  

“You’re insane,” Carisi said, feeling a little better now that he’d caught his breath and was able to stand up straight again without wanting to fold in on himself. “Literally insane.” 

“Guilty,” Melanie chuckled, “Now can we please go? Or do you need to take a taxi back to the car?” 

“I can manage,” Carisi remarked, coldly, annoyed. He reached out to take the other arm of the suspect before the two of them began to walk him through the park and back towards their car. 

It didn’t take them long. Carisi did have to hide his heavy breathing the entire way there to avoid being called Grandpa again — he was a whole year younger than Melanie — but once he was settled inside the driver’s seat and they were finally on their way back to precinct with their suspect, he was slowly starting to revitalise. 

“Oh, stop here,” Melanie said excitedly, tapping her finger on the window. “All that running made me hungry and now I want a bagel.” 

“You know Liv doesn’t like us stopping with suspects in the car,” Carisi said, yet he pulled over anyway. 

“Are you gonna tell her?” Melanie questioned, her arms folded and her eyebrow raised accusingly towards Carisi, who simply shook his head in response as he knew better than that. 

“I will,” The subway pervert said, causing Melanie to snap her head towards him and point angrily. 

“You’ll keep your fucking mouth shut otherwise you’ll be arriving at Rikers without your dick between your legs,” she gritted, causing Carisi’s eyes to widen. 

That was a new one. 

“Wow, easy Mel, relax would you?” he said, reaching out to place his hand on the back of her seat to stop her diving through them and cutting it off right there and then. “Just… go get your bagel…” He sighed, “And if you could, please refrain from cutting anyone’s penis off on your way there.” 

With narrow eyes, Melanie huffed through her nose and got out of the car, slamming the door with such force that made him flinch physically. Clearly she was hungry after all that, but hey, at least it wasn’t him on the receiving end of her hangry threats for once, and that was something. 

“Oh, she’s fierce…” The guy almost moaned from the back seat, his eyelids fluttering as he adjusted his position in a way that made Carisi uncomfortable. “She’s got spunk… I like her.” 

“Hey, you don’t even look at her otherwise you’ll have me to worry about, alright?” Carisi hissed, firing the guy a warning glare over his shoulder as he kept shuffling his hips. “And stop moving… Or the next time she threatens you, I’m not gonna intervene.” 

“You promise?” The guy replied flirtatiously, weirdly turned on by that subtle threat yet he quickly did what he was told. Clearly , he was rather fond of his penis, and despite his disturbing attraction towards Melanie, it was no surprise that he’d much rather prefer to keep it. 

After Melanie returned with her bagel and a ridiculously large can of energy drink, the two of them headed back to precinct with their pervert in tow. Melanie had her bagel eaten by the time they arrived back and as she climbed the cement stairs on her own towards their floor she sipped carelessly on her drink, feeling it add to rapid increase of her heart which, had it been inside anyone else, would have sent them straight to the hospital for cardiac dysrhythmia. She pulled open the stairwell door just as the elevator dinged open and Carisi exited, the subway pervert yammering irritably away beside him and having him roll his eyes continuously. 

“Hey, we gave you the right to remain silent so why don’t you do us all a favour and shut the fuck up?” Melanie said, slurping on her drink as she took a hold of his other arm and helped drag him down the corridor. She turned the corner into the squad room, purposely knocking the guy into the door frame on their way through it. “Oops.” 

“Damn girl, you keep this up and I’m gonna have to get handsy with you,” The pervert replied, unphased by her blatant assault and more turned on by her attitude if anything. 

“You get handsy with me and I will break all ten of your fingers,” Melanie warned him, and she meant it. She wouldn’t hesitate to break a guy's entire hand if he so much as pressed a fingertip to her, and her eyes clearly displayed that. 

Yet the guy only laughed deeply in response, in such a disturbing way that it made her, Carisi, and even Barba, who was standing just up ahead and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, shiver uncomfortably. But Barba’s unease didn’t last long though, not when his eyes drifted slowly towards Melanie as she grew closer to him and he smiled automatically, his eyes gazing over her as he drank in the weirdly radiant glow she had about her, even despite her current threats. 

“Counsellor, you’re right on time,” Carisi said, roughly tugging the perp forward and out of Melanie’s grasp. “Got a public masurbator here for you, fresh off the subway.” 

“Charming,” Barba said flatly, his focus still trained on the now blushing Melanie — she was thinking of him carrying her to bed again — before it drifted slowly towards her partner. He then tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he so blatantly pointed out, “You look winded.” 

The snort Melanie let out was unlike anything they’d ever experienced coming from her and had she not been so… her, she might have felt embarrassed about it. It had been heard across the room by seven different officers, who all glanced over to see her with her lips pressed tightly together, her shoulders shaking and Carisi’s flushed face having dropped the entire way to the floor as he glared at them. 

Now they were both bullying him? Wonderful. He, and everyone else for that matter, always hated when the two of them were together. They were too alike sometimes and they bounced so ridiculously easy off one another that had Barba not been Melanie’s type, like at all, then they’d have all suspected them of sleeping together 

“We were climbing walls and jumping roofs to catch this guy, alright. It was like a game of subway surfers, you’d be winded too,” Carisi said defensively, to which Barba nodded in fairness and Melanie scoffed.

“We?” She raised her eyebrow at him, tossing her empty can in the bin then folding her arms, “I seem to recall you taking the long way around because you didn’t want to climb walls. Also, the only person here who was jumping roofs was me.” 

“And me.” 

“Shut up,” Melanie and Carisi snapped in unison, shutting the pervert up instantly.

“Look, I’m not Spider-Man, okay,” Carisi continued, still openly on the defensive, “And besides even if I was… This is a new suit.” 

Melanie huffed out a laugh and shook her head, “Whatever, Ralph Lauren, just take him to holding will you? I’m sick of looking at his face.”  

As Carisi went to begrudgingly oblige and began dragging the suspect across the floor, Melanie skulked back up to them, with Barba following absently behind like he always did. She took a tight hold of the front of the guy’s trench coat and jerked him forward, leaning in to whisper, or rather, to threaten… again,

“So help me, if I catch you masturbating in there I will cut your dick off and staple it to your forehead.” 

Roughly, she let go and thrust the guy forward, allowing Carisi to drag him towards the cage as she turned back around, innocence clouding her face as she met the widened eyes of Barba.

“As an ADA… and as a person ,” He added quickly, emphatically, “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” 

“What?” Melanie chuckled purposely, as she always loved getting that small rise out of him to the point where his voice went a whole octave higher. 

“What?” Barba repeated in that exact tone, which he knew she was asking for and instead of elaborating further with, as he didn’t want to give her the added satisfaction, he simply fired her a tilt of his head and a minor purse of his lips to tell her exactly what he meant — that she couldn’t keep going around threatening suspects with felonies directly in front of him otherwise she’d get him into trouble. 

Internally pouting at his lack of words, Melanie rolled her eyes, “You can be such a lawyer sometimes.” 

“I have to be,” Barba snapped back, both defensively and playfully, as indicated by the partial smirk that quirked on his lips, “It’s the only way I can think of to keep your ass in line. And out of jail.” 

“You need to stop thinking about my ass, it’s unprofessional,” Melanie said, casting him a knowing look which almost made him choke on his non-existent next words. It amused her immensely to see him redden all the way up to his ears and she laughed, that deep husky laugh of hers as she trailed away towards her desk, firing over her shoulder as Barba’s head slowly began to tilt. “And stop looking at it too.” 

Snapping his head straight again, Barba had to clear his throat in a fluster and look anywhere but directly at her in fear of turning to stone. Thank God no one else was close by to witness that, otherwise who knows which country he might have ended up fleeing to out of the utter mortification that staring at her ass in public would have caused him. He was more than happy to stare at it subtly, or when they were alone and she so gracefully walked away from him, but he was a sex crimes ADA for crying out loud, he couldn’t go around checking out detective’s asses in the middle of the precinct. No matter how perky and inviting that ass may seem, it was unprofessional, and from now on, it had to stop.

It was easier said than done, however, as when he turned back around Melanie had bent over to pick up a pen that had rolled off her desk. It made him swallow thickly as he automatically trailed his eyes across the defined shape of her ass in her jeans, wondering what it would look like if he was ever lucky enough to get her out of them. He didn’t get long to imagine it though, not when her dad literally came strolling into the precinct with Ed Tucker hot on his heels… 

Talk about awkward and as quickly as Barba had looked, he tore his eyes away again and began to act casual.

“Melanie,” William called towards her, coming to a sudden halt just up from Barba, who he greeted with a swift, curt nod. He then drew his eyes towards his daughter and watched as Melanie turned, her brow furrowing over the sudden appearance of him, and of IAB Lieutenant Tucker.

“Dad?” Melanie questioned, her heartbeat slowly increasing in her chest as her palms grew sweaty. “What’s going on?” 

“Detective Dodds, will you come with us please?” Tucker asked, or rather he demanded as there didn’t seem to be a question mark at the end of that sentence.

“Tell me what this is about and I will,” Melanie replied, folding her arms and standing still in her place as she refused to move. William then walked over to her, his eyes stern and his voice low but firm. 

“Do what he says, and answer his questions,” William told her, about to retreat back towards Tucker before he glanced back over and added, “And for both our sakes, leave your attitude at your desk. God knows it’s done enough.” 

“What the hell does that mean?” Melanie hissed, offended, lurching forward and taking her dad by the arm. “Dad, what is going on?” 

The pure innocence to her tone made William sigh, he motioned to Tucker to head into Liv’s now empty office by himself before he turned back around to Melanie, bringing one finger towards her chin. He curled it, placing it gently under and carefully tilting her head to better showcase her bruise, the light cascading over it in a way that amplified its colouring even more than he could see before. He then drew his thumb lightly over it, the close up look he was getting tensing his jaw as he always hated to see his little girl with marks such as this one. 

At that, Melanie didn’t even need his words to know what this was about and she nodded, brushing his hand away from her as she was well aware of the eyes that were currently fixated on her. Not just Barba’s and their deep worry, but everyone. They always stopped what they were doing when her dad walked in as half the time they put on a show arguing back and forth but this time it couldn’t have been more different. She simply sighed, motioning for him to go and she trailed after him like a kid again, passing Barba yet refusing to look anywhere near him as she only guessed he’d say I told you so.

Instead she kept her eyes fixated on her dad’s back and it wasn’t until Liv’s empty office door closed behind her did she allow them to stray, landing coldly on Tucker who was always far too eager to strip her of her badge. 

“Detective, where were you last night?” Tucker asked the second the door settled place.

“What, no small talk?” Melanie tilted her head sarcastically, folding her arms as her eyes narrowed, “You just like to bend ‘em right over, do you?” 

“Jesus, Melanie” William muttered, an exasperated breath leaving his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was she like this? He threw his hand down, his eyes widening as he stepped forward and hooked his hand around arm, “What did I tell you? Leave your attitude outside, otherwise you’re going to make this much harder than it already is.”  

“Fine,” Melanie huffed, pulling herself out of his hold and forcing a polite, overzealous and absolutely attitude riddled smile Tucker’s way — William sighed, and from wherever she was, Liv was incredibly glad that she wasn’t there.

Tucker simply cleared his throat, and ignored it, “I’ll ask you again, detective, where were you last night?”   

“Home.” 

“Alone?” Tucker raised his eyebrow far too cheerfully for her liking that the sarcasm oozed from Melanie’s response.

“Well my cat was there, but I haven’t quite taught him to speak yet.” And she paired it nicely with a shit-eating grin that caused even Tucker to exhale slowly. 

William had been right, Melanie was a handful and this was not going to be as easy as he’d hoped. 

“Melanie,” William soon warned, and Melanie rolled her eyes. It was like talking to two brick walls all of a sudden and it almost made her miss the pervert. She gave in, throwing her hands up a little and allowing them to slap against her thighs as they lowered. 

“Fine. I was home. Alone. With my non-talking cat,” She muttered, a lie obviously. She was with Barba from early evening and stayed with him until the early hours of this morning, but she didn’t exactly want to tell IAB or her dad that she’d been tucked fast asleep in the ADA’s bed come 10.30pm last night — and great, now she was blushing again. They would only interpret that however they see fit and she would not, under any circumstances, allow herself or Barba to succumb to such a misconstrued insinuation… Or whatever scrutiny or passing judgement that those in the department might see fit to throw at them. “Why? What did I do this time?” 

“Assault, for starters,” Tucker said, and Melanie furrowed her brow, feeling her cheeks easily cool off again. “Detective Campesi is claiming that after the first tussle you two had…” 

“You mean the one she started?” Melanie was quick to add. She had no idea how they knew about that in the first place, but in all honesty she didn’t care that they did. There had been cameras all around them so Campesi could say all she wanted about that incident as they could clearly see that she was the one to instigate it. And whilst Melanie’s back was turned… Noticing a pattern yet, Tucker? “The one where she slammed my head into the wall?” 

“Yes, well regardless of who started it,” Tucker carried on, noticing the subtle way William tensed and briefly closed his eyes at the reminder. He hadn’t even looked at the footage either, as he couldn’t stomach seeing it. “Campesi is now claiming that you followed her to a bar last night, waited until she left and then you dragged her into an alleyway and, I quote, beat the holy hell out of her.” 

“I’m sorry,” Melanie chuckled delusionally, as was she hearing correctly? “She what?” 

“You heard me.” 

Melanie’s jaw clenched, “And you just what? Took her word for it?” 

“A picture speaks a thousand words,” Tucker said plainly, holding up a tablet to showcase a hospital photo of Campesi, who had severe bruising along the side of her face, a split lip, and a deep gash on her forehead. He flipped it closed as Melanie’s jaw dropped, inherently shocked by her own apparent work, “Now one of those bruises shows a clear impression made by a ring… If we test yours against it, is one of them gonna match?” 

“Obviously, because I punched her yesterday,” Melanie explained, holding out her right hand which was still heavily bruised beneath her rings, “But look at them… There’s not a drop of blood on them.” 

“You could have very easily cleaned them.”

Melanie squinted her eyes at him and scoffed, “Oh please, don’t tell me you actually believe your own bullshit.” 

“Melanie…” William began, except he couldn’t even let out another stern-coated breath as Melaine held up one finger and silenced him, then she pointed. 

“Don’t you Melanie me,” She gritted, “You can clearly tell that this is a set up! I mean, she’s so obviously trying to frame me for this and whilst you’re here trying to ream me out for my attitude , Judge Judy over here,” she glared at Tucker, “Has all but found me guilty for it! I mean, come on already, this is bullshit!” 

“Look, that all may very well be the case,” William began, and despite his own beliefs that that was the case as his daughter may have had one hell of a mouth on her but she’d never resort to such violence, Melanie’s face still twisted into a look of utter betrayal that all but broke his heart. “But until we can sort this out…” 

“Sort what out? Nothing happened!” Melanie exclaimed, her breathing increasing at an ungodly pace as she placed her hands on her hips and turned away, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe this. She actually couldn’t believe this, I mean, the audacity that woman had to go to such lengths to frame her for assault astounded her, and yet to see that her own father thought she was capable of it? That hurt her worse. And in more ways than she ever expected it to and she very suddenly found herself wishing that Mike was here. He’d stick up for her. No matter what she’d done to him he would always, without a doubt, never fail to have her back when it mattered most. And at that annoyingly painful thought her voice then fell, becoming so quiet as her lip wobbled that it was almost like she were a child again, being blamed for something else she didn’t do and she glanced back at him, “I didn’t do this, daddy. I swear to you, I didn’t…” 

“I know you didn’t, sweetheart,” William said softly, assuringly, lifting his hands to take her face gently in them. She only ever called him daddy when she was feeling particularly vulnerable — or pissed at him, but he could tell that wasn’t the case here — and if he hadn’t already known she wasn’t capable of this, that tone alone certainly would have told him otherwise. “But you don’t have an alibi, Melanie, so unless there's something you aren’t telling us…”

“Is there?” Tucker interrupted shamelessly, and it was in that moment when both pairs of their hardened eyes landed on his very soul that he could tell they were related. 

Is there something I’m hiding? Yes, Melanie said to herself, yet out loud she hissed, “No.” 

It would have easily cleared all this up but she just couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth when she didn’t know what the consequences might bring. Not just to her, but to Barba as well. 

“Then until we can get to the bottom of it,” William carried on, having to physically tilt Melanie’s face back to look at him before she Medusa-d Tucker to death. “I���m afraid I have to put you on desk duty.” 

That seemed to hit even more of a nerve than the suspected assault did as Melanie abruptly shoved his hands away from her, subtly wiping at her annoyingly tear-ridden eyes and making for the door. 

“I’m gonna need your weapon too,” Tucker called after her, halting her in place and hearing her laugh from delusion. As if things couldn’t get any worse. She shook her head, running her tongue irritably over her back teeth as she then reached hesitantly for her holster. “Slowly.” 

“I may want to shoot you at times, Tucker,” Melanie spat like poison as she turned to him and pulled out her gun — quickly, “But I’m not stupid.” 

Tucker held out his palm and she all but slapped the gun into it, lingering there as he muttered, “We’ll see about that.”  

William stepped forward out of protective fatherly instinct, but he wasn’t needed. 

Melanie simply rolled her eyes and snatched away her hand, a small shiver coursing its way up her spine as she ran her hands up and down her arms, “Great, now I feel naked.” 

“Until this is sorted out, please refrain from any and all contact with Detective Campesi,” Tucker added, tucking her gun into his jacket which only made her seeth more.  

“Oh, believe me,” Melanie began, her voice dripping with certainty as she gripped her hand tightly around the door handle, “I have nothing more to say to that bitch.” 

She did. She had plenty of things she’d like to say to her… About Barba. About this whole incident. About how she better watch her back this time, but despite what you may believe, Melanie wasn’t that stupid. She wasn’t about to add more fuel to the fire simply to feed her ego and so, with that in mind, she ripped open the office door and stormed out of it. 

Carisi was back and he, along with everyone else around her, except Barba, instantly jumped back to their business at hand, acting as nonchalant as possible as though they hadn’t been eavesdropping the second they heard her raised voice seep through walls more than once. Hell, if Munch was still here they'd all be gathered around his desk as he whipped out his parabolic microphone to get a better listen. Almost made her miss him really, as the squad room could get real quiet without him. 

Nevertheless, parabolic microphones aside, most people were able to hear every word she had shouted. She could tell, by the subtle glances they fired her way and the pity that riddled Barba’s face as she passed him on the way to the bunk room, ignoring any and all attempts from anyone stupid enough to try and make contact with her. It wasn’t a lot, mainly Carisi who gave up after the first attempt, as he and everyone else knew to stay away from her in this kind of mood. And she was glad for it. She didn’t want to talk to anyone who was in there, not even Barba. He would have only forced her to tell her dad and Tucker where she really was last night and she couldn’t do that.

And he wouldn’t understand why she couldn’t either, therefore she simply kept walking… And walking… Until she was out of the precinct entirely, and before she knew it, had ended up right outside the home of the only person she could ever want to talk to at a moment like this. 

Mike. 

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[tropes-and-tales-archives]

More Precious Than Rubies: Part 5a

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 5223

TW: Idiots in love; smut (drinking but not impaired; PiV, unprotected). 18+ only.

AN: The prompt was "How about you make me?"

If Barba had been irritated by how much space you were taking up in his head before, he was doubly maddened now.  You weren’t just taking up space at this point – you were moved in and living rent free.

Your case load with SVU waxed and waned.  Sometimes you had a whole slate of cases against him, and other times he went for stretches without facing off against you.  Still, he saw you all the time at the courthouse, and you were usually arguing with some other ADA.  Barba usually felt a sting of jealousy when he did.  He wondered if you called Niles “Yale Law” or if you smirked at Cox.

He was still nettled by your comment about O’Dwyer being a better ADA than him, even if he was mostly certain that you were just teasing him.

At least you shook his hand after trials now.  He had hated it when you’d pointedly ignore him, but it was his own fault for taking a shot at your age by calling you “Girl Wonder.”  He knew how hard it could be to be a lawyer fresh off the bar exam, and he assumed it was twice as hard for a baby-faced young woman.

You didn’t seem to mind being called “Fordham Law,” and you always responded with a grin and rejoinder of calling him “Harvard Law.”  And you never said it with a sneer – usually, Barba’s opponents used his Ivy League education against him, implying that he was some sort of out-of-touch elite.

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The New York City Law Association was holding its annual charity event.  Barba could think of a million things he’d rather do on a Saturday night other than socialize with other lawyers, but networking was part of his unofficial job duties, and McCoy made it clear that he expected all of his ADAs to attend.  Barba put on his tuxedo and got a taxi to Brooklyn.

The only thing that the NYCLA had going for it was its commitment to out-of-the-way and unique venues.  The District Attorney’s office stuck with the usual hotel ballrooms for their events, but the NYCLA always found some new place.  This year was the New York Transit Museum.

He made his way to the bar and snagged a scotch, then made a quick sweep of the room.  He saw some familiar faces but no one he wanted to talk to, so he wandered off to look at some of the exhibits.

There were people milling around and looking at the offerings – the old subway cars, the old maps and photos of the subway construction.  Then Barba saw you.  You were in a deep oxblood cocktail dress, so dark is was almost black, and your hair was down and loose.  You had your back to him, but (he was ashamed to admit), he’d know your ass anywhere.

He strolled over and pretended to look at the same exhibit that you were engrossed by – old fare boxes through the years.  You turned and looked at him, and smiled when you recognized him.

“Barba,” you said, and you looked him over.  “You clean up nice.  A far cry from your usual off-the-rack sackcloth.”

“Counselor,” he replied.  “I’m surprised to see you here.  Shouldn’t you be off visiting some serial masturbating client in prison?”

You pouted at this, and Barba tried to ignore how kissable you looked in your deep red lipstick.  “My serial masturbating client isn’t in prison, Barba.  Remember?  I won him a ‘not guilty’ verdict, from you, if I recall correctly.”

“One of your rare victories.”

You took a sip of your drink; it looked like cola and something, in a rock glass with a twist of lime.  “Ah, but those rare victories against you are so sweet.  The sound of you grinding your teeth when I win…it sustains me through the lean times.”

Barba scoffed.  “I don’t grind my teeth.  Besides, get ready for another lean period.  The Alexi case…I’ll have a guilty verdict within an hour of the jury retiring.”

You polished off your drink and turned to walk to the bar, and Barba followed.  “We’ll see,” you said as you strolled beside him.  “I think Judge Catalano will have some thoughts about the integrity of the lab once I talk with him.”

At the bar, you made eye contact with a bartender and tapped on your glass, and the woman nodded at you in understanding.  You turned to face Barba, leaning back against the bar.  “We all know that the medical examiner’s office is compromised after the Rudnick disaster.”

Barba groaned.  “Oh, don’t start with that.”  He reached across the bar to hand you your drink, and you both settled at a nearby table.  “You know damned well that Rudnick was an anomaly…”

“How can I know that?  How can anyone?  Any single case he oversaw could be compromised…”

“…but you know that’s not the case….”

“All I know is that a crucial link in the chain of custody was being overseen by an actual serial killer, Barba, and…”

He sat his scotch down specifically so that he could throw up his hands.  “You’re impossible!  You’ll only be happy when the prisons are empty and every bad guy in the world is released with a hug and an apology!”

This made you burst into a gale of laughter, so loud and unexpected that you placed a hand over your mouth.  He watched you laugh for a long moment, smiling a bit at the sight of it.  Once you calmed down, your laughs trailed to the occasional hiccupped giggle, you took a deep swallow of your drink and grinned.  “That’s what you think of me, Harvard Law?”

He polished off his own scotch and flagged down a wandering server to order another.  “I think you’ve got a good head for law and a soft heart.  I think the world hasn’t worn you down yet, but in public defense, it seems inevitable.”

Your wide grin faltered a bit, but before you could refute his claim, two women made their way over to your table, waving and calling you.  You looked over at them and your smile returned.

“Who let you in?” you teased.  “This exclusive organization has clearly lowered its standards.”

The taller woman scoffed and leaned in to hug you, but the shorter red-head looked hard at Barba before turning to hug you too. 

“Barba, these are my friends from Fordham,” you introduced.  “Chauncy and Sarah.  Guys, this is ADA Rafael Barba.”

There was a flurry of handshakes, and Chauncy’s seemed especially firm.  “You handled the Jackie Walker disaster,” she said.  Barba winced to remember the flubbed case against the innocent man, and the red-head saw his discomfort.  “Don’t sweat it,” she continued.  “I’m representing his civil case against the NYPD.  I’ll get him a nice payday to soothe the fact that his career and reputation was destroyed.”

The tall woman laid a gentle hand on Chauncy.  “Play nice,” she warned.

You had just watched the interaction, then offered to go get drinks for everyone.  Before anyone could object, you were off to the bar, and the remaining three exchanged wary looks.

You returned laden down with an armful of glasses and a wide grin that he recognized.  “Open bar, guys,” you said.   You plunked down another scotch for Barba and then everyone else’s drinks.  “Drink up.  I got shots.”  He watched you place an electric pink shot glass in front of everyone, him included.

Sarah laughed at you.  “What’s this shot called?” she asked.

You shook your head at her.  “You know what it is.”

“Say it.”  Sarah said.  She and Chauncy started chanting “say it, say it” until you were ducking your head in embarrassment.

Chauncy looked at Barba and explained it to him:  “She tried to order a certain drink when she turned twenty-one and we took her out to celebrate.”

“It’s the only alcoholic drink she knew,” Sarah added.

“But she was too embarrassed to say ‘sex,’ so she called it ‘Love on the Beach,’” Chauncy finished.

“And these jackals picked up on it immediately,” you said with a rueful shake of your head, but you refused to quite meet his gaze.  “And they spent the next four years – and apparently this evening – making me order drinks and shots based on how filthy the name was.”

Barba picked up the shot glass with its nuclear pink liquid, playing along.  He’d never seen you look so discomfited, and he loved it.  “So what’s this one called?”

“It’s got peach schnapps, coconut rum, cherry vodka….”

“He didn’t ask what was in it, Sparky,” Sarah teased, and Barba gave a bark of laughter at your apparent nickname.

“Sparky?” he asked incredulous. 

You heaved a heavy, beleaguered sigh.  “They called me ‘Sparky’ because a professor called me a sparkplug once when I got worked up and argued a case in class.”  You picked up the shot and regarded it for a moment, then mumbled in a rush, “and this is called a Killer Pussy.”  You stuttered on the last word, scrunched your face in embarrassment, then threw back the shot.  Then turned on your heel and marched off for more booze, the laughter from your table at your back. 

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This is how the evening progressed:  you got everyone drinks, socializing as you came and went to the bar with people you passed.  Your friends ordered different shots and tried to make you say what they were.  Sometimes you muttered it in passing, other times you dug your heels in and refused to say it, making your friends howl with laughter.  It wasn’t mean spirited though – you laughed and relaxed with each drink you threw back.  You only did about half of the shots, preferring your mixed cola and whatever.

Every time you wandered off, Barba asked general questions about you to your friends, and they (lawyers in their own right) saw right through him. 

“Why do you care?” asked Sarah.  “You like her?”

“I just face off against her a lot in court,” he offered.  “Might help to know her weak spots.”

Chauncy scoffed at this, like she didn’t believe him.  “Sure.  We wouldn’t help you beat her in court.”  A sly look crossed her face as she looked Barba over like a butcher appraising a cow.  “Maybe if you had more…personal reasons though…”

He felt his face grow warm, but you came back just then with another round (you wouldn’t name the shot, so Sarah said it and Barba heard you audibly wince when she did).  Then dinner was served.

A relative silence descended over the table as everyone ate, and Chauncy took the opportunity to ask you, rather pointedly, if you were seeing anyone.

“No,” you replied with a shake of your head.  You sawed off another piece of steak, happy to leave it at that.

But your friend persisted.  “Maybe you could find someone here,” she tried, and Barba shot her a glare across the table that she only batted her eyes at.

“Doubtful,” you said around a bite of steak.  You glanced around the room.  “Though I see the Bronx ADA that I went on a date with once.  Not my type.”

Barba glanced over to where you were looking – he knew the Bronx ADA you were looking at.  ADA Williams and Barba had started in New York together.  He cleared his throat when you casually brushed off his colleague.  Likely you had an upper age limit on potential suitors.  “Why isn’t he your type?” he asked.

You shrugged and moved onto your mashed potatoes.  “He’s a jerk, and I found out after the fact that he’s still married.  He obviously struggles with the fidelity thing.  It’s a deal-breaker.”  Then you wiped your mouth with your napkin and excused yourself to use the restroom.

Your friends clucked in sympathy and filled him in.  “Her first boyfriend, Jason, cheated on her for a year before she found out.  And her last boyfriend, Dom…well, the working theory is that he cheated too,” said Sarah.

“He’s a cop.  He had a cute little blonde partner that apparently came between them,” Chauncy added.  “Missed their anniversary dinner.”

Sarah sighed.  “I remember that.  She called me, crying.”  She glanced over at Barba and pointed at him.  “This is top secret.  You’re in the inner circle now, so don’t repeat it.”

Chauncy pointed too.  “Inner circle.  You drink the Killer Pussy, you’re in the club.  The only way out of the club is death.”

He held up his hands in surrender.  You eventually returned to your seat, and Barba looked you over.  If your eyes looked a little watery and red-rimmed, he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or if you’d been crying. 

You were a fierce competitor in the courtroom and an irritating presence besides, but he felt a sympathetic comradery with you.  He’d been cheated on when he was around your age, and he had thrown himself into his work.  Like you seemed to be doing.  He pretended to be uninterested in romance, as you seemed to be now.  And he knew where that sort of life would lead:  you nearing forty, alone and bitter and convinced that you’d never find anyone.  Caught in a terrible limbo of being lonely and wanting love, but too terrified of being hurt again.

Suddenly your reaction at the 16th precinct made more sense.  He also knew that if he ever got the chance, he’d kick Carisi’s skinny ass down the courthouse steps.

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After dinner, there were the usual speeches about it being another great year.  There was a slideshow of all the conferences and opportunities they’d created, how membership grew, how so many law articles had been published and legislation drafted.  Then the lights were turned down a fraction and the music was turned up.  Sarah and Chauncy drifted off to dance and mingle with other people, but Barba was perfectly content to pick up the dropped thread of your earlier conversation.  You both stood and went to the bar, got fresh drinks, then lingered by the edge of the dance floor.

Arguing with him seemed to revive you – you’d been unusually quiet ever since dinner, but as soon as Barba brought up the Alexi case again, you got that glint in your eye again.

“Forget the tainted lab results then,” you said.  “I have serious doubts that the rest of the evidence was even legally attained.”

Barba rolled his eye elaborately, which made you roll your eyes at him.  You continued, “there’s a lot of established case law regarding non-English speaking suspects being Mirandized in English only….”

“Your client speaks English, Sparky.”

You narrowed your eyes at him until they were slits, and your scrunched your face up again.  It was probably supposed to look mean, but you looked charming.  Barba wanted to kiss your frowning mouth until your lipstick was smeared and you were smiling at him. 

“Don’t scowl at me,” he continued.  “It’s a great nickname.  It suits you.”  Your eyes narrowed even further, so he plucked your empty glass from you hand and pulled you onto the dance floor before you could protest.

Your dress was off-the-shoulder, and it revealed an expanse of your soft-looking skin – far more than you ever revealed with your courtroom suits.  But Barba was a gentleman, so he laid a hand lightly on your waist and led you in a simple box step around the floor.

“Kadyrbayev versus the Commonwealth of Massachusetts,” you continued.  “Knowing some English isn’t the same as having a competency of English.”

He snorted.  “Everyone knows the Miranda rights,” he started, but you cut him off before he could continue his train of thought. 

“Solid argument,” you agreed sarcastically.  “You write about how ‘everyone knows stuff’ for your law review article?”

Barba gritted his teeth, caught himself when you smirked at him knowingly, and felt his irritation rise.  You were closer to him than you’d ever been; you were close enough that he could smell your bright perfume and feel the stormy electric front he always felt when you were near him and fighting.  But the irritation was stronger than any desire he might feel for you.

“You’re so annoying,” he bit back lamely. 

“Solid,” you repeated.  You tilted your head at him and smiled.  “You’re just mad that I win against you.”

“Rarely.  You rarely win against me.”

“But it stings, doesn’t it?  You’re used to public defenders who barely try, and here comes this girl wonder…”

“Girl pain in the ass,” he grumbled, and you gave another loud laugh at this that startled him into a smile. 

“If you would just be willing to compromise on plea deals, it’d go easier for you.”

“It’s not my job to get plea deals,” he retorted.  “It’s my deal to deliver justice.”

You looked at him, staring straight into his eyes and giving him a jolt at how close your face was to his.  “Define justice, Barba.”

He twisted his mouth into a smirk and stared back at you.  “You need me to give you an introduction to justice?  Plato and Nicomachean ethics?  You skip that at Fordham so that you could go comfort people in jail and tell them it wasn’t their fault because a study once said that people who didn’t get hugged three times a day are more likely to…”

“God, you’re the worst.”  You dropped your hand from his shoulder and pulled your other hand from his grasp, and you marched off the dance floor.  You were slightly unsteady in your high heels, and Barba was at your elbow, following you.  You turned and glanced back at him.  “I meant utilitarianism versus retributivism, and you bring up hugs again.  What’s your deal with hugs, Barba?  You sound like every crusty old white guy ranting about how kids today are too soft….”

“That’s completely unfair,” he barked back, stung at the insinuation.  He wasn’t a monster; he was completely sympathetic to the challenges that poor people faced in the justice system.  You likely didn’t know that he grew up poor in the Bronx, and he was insulted that you thought he didn’t care about the people from his neighborhood…and all the other disenfranchised in the city and beyond.

“I’d slap you,” you replied, and you stopped and turned to look at him.  “But you’d try to twist the simple assault charge into attempted murder, probably.”  You paused, then added, “for justice’s sake.”

“It’d get you off the street at least,” he snapped.  “You could stop menacing the city with your fucking irritating mouth.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden use of profanity.  “Are we actually fighting now, Barba?  Is this us having a fight?”  You pointed between the two of you in disbelief. 

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked at you again.  “You just never stop.  You always have some convoluted study or obscure case from some 1930’s backwater jurisdiction…”

“Like you ever stop!”  You threw your hands up in exasperation.  “You find the most tenuous ways to link a date-rape case back to Constitutional law, practically.”  You went on, made some claim that Barba would eventually cite the Articles of Confederation in a cyber-stalking case, but he was barely paying attention.  He couldn’t tell if you were really mad or not.  He’d never spent so much time with you arguing, so he wasn’t sure if this was its logical outcome.  You were ranting but punctuating your words with light laughs.  You were gesturing wildly but gifting him with half-smiles. 

He wanted to kiss you desperately, but he wasn’t sure if it was because you looked like the sexiest woman he’d ever seen or if because he just wanted you to shut up for a minute.

You were winding down now, and like in court, you linked your conclusion back to your opening statement.  “You never stop either, Barba,” you finished, and you squared off in front of him like you were expecting to actually fight him at this point.

He waited a moment, then simply said, “The Articles of Confederation didn’t outline the court system, so your analogy is very weak.”

You replied by growling at him, “just stop!” and he swore he saw actual murder in your glaring eyes.  He never got to see you thrown off your game like you seemed to be now. 

“How about your make me?” he teased.

You reached up, and for a split second he thought you actually were going to slap him.  Instead, you clasped a palm over his mouth, silencing him.  But he ducked his head out of your grasp with a chuckle, and the next thing he knew, your mouth was on his, cutting off his laugh as you pressed the length of your body against him.  All he could do was groan against you and snake his arms around you.  And then kiss you back.

The rest of the reception fell away, like the world always did when Barba was with you.  He felt you wrap your own hands around the back of his neck, tugging him closer to you.  You parted your lips and ran the tip of your tongue against the seam of his mouth, and he opened himself to you.

You slid your tongue into his mouth, and he groaned again to taste you.  He could feel his blood – already heated from dancing with you and teasing you – start to pool in his groin, and he pushed you away gently, breaking the kiss and looking at you.

Your pupils were huge, and your lipstick was blurred around the edges in that just-kissed look that drove him crazy.  Otherwise, you seemed sober – or sober enough to consent, or at least he convinced himself that you were.  To your credit, you weren’t slurring your words or stumbling or acting drunk.  Aside from kissing him out of nowhere.  That was unexpected, and possibly the result of impaired judgement.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, and you drew your brows in confusion before you nodded.

“I’m fine.” 

“Do you…do you want to get out of here?”  He could barely look at you; he wanted you so badly but wasn’t sure you were sober enough, but you seemed in your right mind.  But you had to be intoxicated to kiss him…maybe?

You cut off his circuitous thinking by reaching down and grabbing his wrist, and you tugged him towards the nearest exit, and Barba was too far gone himself, drunk on the sexual tension and/or murderous rage (Liv could never, ever find out), to do much higher thinking after that.

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You were silent as you led him to the street, then you muttered that you lived a few blocks away.  Barba just nodded, but he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him as the two of you walked to your place.  When you had to stop and wait for a light at a crosswalk, he pulled you back to him.  He kept waiting for you to push him away, to stop the whole chain-reaction that you’d started when you kissed him at the reception, but you didn’t.  You leaned into him and kissed him back just as fervently. 

Your apartment looked like a Victorian rowhouse, chopped into units, and as you led him up two floors, you informed him that Sarah and Chauncy lived on the second floor.  At the third landing, you pulled a bundle of keys from your clutch.  Your hands shook a bit as you tried to unlock the door, and Barba took the opportunity to sweep your hair away from the back of your neck and kiss you there, drawing the tip of his tongue along your heated skin and making your breath hitch.

Once inside, he practically kicked the door shut.  You knelt down to undo the narrow ankle straps of your shoes, and once out of them, you were much steadier on your feet.  When you turned to face him, he felt suddenly nervous.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. 

You nodded and reached for him, but he held you at arms’ length.  “Did you have too much to drink?” he asked.

You pulled a face at this, then took a step backwards to balance on one foot in a semblance of a field sobriety test.  “I do solemnly swear that I am well within the legal limit of alcohol intake, and am furthermore consenting to the activities about to occur in this apartment.”

He smiled weakly.  “It’s just that you’re not my biggest fan usually….”.  You took a swift few steps over to him and placed your hand over his mouth again. 

“You’re a pain,” you said softly.  “You constantly fight me at work, you smirk at me, you called me Girl Wonder.  But I very much want you right now, if you want me.”

He did.  Very much.

He kissed the palm that covered his mouth, and when you pulled it away, he dipped his head and kissed your crimson lips, parted them to plunge his tongue and slide it against your own.  And from there, you both got increasingly desperate, pawing at each other and tugging at clothes and gasping each other’s names until it felt like you were both drowning and you were each the only chance of salvation for the other.

Barba shucked his own tuxedo as fast as he could as you shimmied out of your dress, revealing a sweetly sexy strapless black bra and panties.  He pulled you back to him, savoring the feel of your nearly naked frame pressed against him, and you buried your face in the sensitive juncture of his neck and kissed him while he fumbled with the clasp of your bra.  Once undone, he tossed it aside and then cupped your breasts in his big hands, and you arched yourself into him with a moan.

You pulled away from him with a sultry smile, then took his hand and led him into your bedroom.  He lifted you up with a grunt – you were deceptively heavy – and tossed you onto the bed, and you laughed until he joined you and latched onto first your left nipple and then your right, suckling them and then nipping at them with his teeth, and then swirling his tongue around them to soothe the sting of his light bites.  You tangled your hands in his hair, sometimes tugging him upward, sometimes pushing him into the valley of your breasts, and he grinned against your warm skin that smelled faintly of vanilla.  He worked your panties off of you as far as he could reach, and then he felt you kick them off into some shadowy corner of the room.

He wanted to take his time with you, but it was all too much, and he let you tug his head back up to yours.  You kissed again, nipping at his lower lip and sucking on it.  He slid his tongue into your mouth and felt your sharp intake of breath and then your groaning sigh as he reached down to the junction between your legs and slid one of his fingers into you.  He muttered a curse at how wet you were, how unbearably hot, and he wondered if it was all because of him.

You wriggled under him until he was completely on top of you.  And when you opened your legs to him, he removed his hand and replaced it with his cock – so hard that he could practically feel his heartbeat in it.  But despite the spinning room and the heady unreality of having you naked underneath him, he managed to pause and ask you if this is what you really wanted.

“Oh, yes,” you whispered, and your eyes had that same gleam in them as they did when you argued with him at work, so he gazed into them as he slid into your depths in one even motion.  Your eyelids fluttered and you moaned something unintelligible, so he paused again when was buried to the hilt and asked if you were okay.

To answer him, you wrapped first one leg and then the other around the small of his back, granting him an extra inch to sink into you as you pulled him closer.  He dropped his head beside yours with a growl, and he let your small heels dig into his ass and guide his thrusts until he found his own rhythm.  It wasn’t long before you were gasping his name, and then arching hard underneath him, so hard that you nearly bucked him off of you, and then squeezing his cock as you came against him.  And then he followed, unable to hold back, spilling himself deep inside of you. 

And from there, the alcohol and sex and maybe the exhaustion from your evening of bickering put you both to sleep before any awkwardness could descend.   You were both sprawled out at first but then drifted in sleep towards each other until you were curled against him, and his arm held you there.

Hours later, before sunrise, you both stirred and came awake in degrees.  Barba’s erection pressed against your hip, and he tried to pull away from you, embarrassed.  But you pressed a finger against his mouth to silence him before he could talk.  When he kissed it, you tilted your head at him and leaned down to press your own lips to his, and without a word exchanged, you straddled him, running your slick parts against him. 

“Is this really what you want?” you whispered, echoing his own question to you earlier.  He could only reply as you had.

“Oh, yes.”

You lowered yourself onto him, but it was less frenzied this time.  In the dim light, he could make out your outline as you rode him gently, sliding yourself off of him nearly all the way before impaling yourself.  Over and over and over, until he had to reach out and grab your hips to guide you in a faster pace, bouncing you onto him until you came.  You gasped his name again, and he felt his own orgasm coil up and then snap, and he came too.

And then another few hours of sleep.  When Barba woke up, fully sober and a little hungover, and the soft grey-pink light of dawn creeping through the blinds, he felt a sudden horror at what he’d done.  You were dead asleep:  your lips were parted as you snored lightly, and your hand was laid across his arm.  He moved it carefully to not wake you.

He should have never come to Brooklyn, he should have never drank at all, and he certainly should have never come back to your place.  And to have sex with you twice, when he wasn’t sure if you could really consent?  A terrible dread filled him, and he did the only thing he could do:  he slid out of bed, got dressed as quickly as he could, and fled.

He was halfway back across the Brooklyn Bridge when he second-guessed himself, but by now you’d be awake and realizing that he’d left you.  And fleeing was useless anyway:  your respective work heavily overlapped, and he’d have to face you sooner or later.

[twobruhsinahottub]

“--How are your migraines?”

A Rafael Barba / Rita Calhoun one shot

"--How are your migraines?" She'd asked him, and he almost thought he could hear love peaking through the dripping sarcasm in her voice.

Or:

Rafael has a migraine, Rita is there

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Rating:

General Audiences

Category:

F/M

Fandom:

Law & Order: SVU

Relationship:

Rafael Barba/Rita Calhoun

Characters:

Rafael BarbaRita Calhoun

Additional Tags:

Hurt/ComfortSick Rafael BarbaHeadaches & MigrainesAlternate Universe - Canon DivergencePost-DivorceHarvard UniversityRita and Rafael's Harvard daysand they were ROOMMATESThere Was Only One Beds17 e2 Criminal Pathology

Warnings: vomiting/nausea, abortion (both only briefly mentioned)

Fic:

"--How are your migraines?" She'd asked him, and he almost thought he could hear love peaking through the dripping sarcasm in her voice. God he hated her. That's what made her so perfect. Rita and Rafael. Enemies from heaven. Soulmates from hell. They had met at opening day at Harvard many years ago now, and it was love/hate at first sight. Rita was the only one in any of his classes to give him a real run for his money, and soon enough the two were sharing a tiny one bedroom apartment 15 minutes away from campus. The arrangement was for them to take turns, with one in the bedroom and the other on the couch, just until they could afford a bigger place. That was never going to last though, with both of them complaining so much when it was their week on the couch that they finally gave in a shared the double bed that took up almost the entire bedroom. It wasn't long before other friends caught on, nagging them about whether they were really just friends, or if something more was going on, because well, they did share a bed after all. Rita was there for him when they first got bad. He'd had migraines since his early teens, but they were always manageable with a few painkillers and a good day's rest. It wasn't until his third year of college that they really got bad. When they began knocking him out for three days straight and he'd have no memory of anything leading up to it. The first time it happened he thought that was it. He was dying. But no, just a bad migraine the ER nurse had told him, after Rita had taken him to the hospital, also thinking he was on death's door. He spent the rest of that night sobbing in between bouts of nausea and vomiting, and begging to sink into the floor and make it all stop. Rita held him that night, rubbing circles on his back and whispering soothing words while she ran her hand through his soft brown hair. Rafael often thought back to that night and how lucky he was to be loved by her, to see that soft, loving side to a woman who is usually so cold and borderline cruel. They spent many more days and nights like that over the course of their friendship, and eventual marriage. Rafael, a heap of tears and pain on the floor and Rita holding him and muttering sweet nothings to him in an attempt to make it all easier. He missed that, especially on days like this. While Rita had clearly been joking, trying to get a rise out of him as she often did, Rafael had a feeling she could see the signs. The aura he had felt that morning should have been a sign to take the day off, but of course, Rafael never took a day off work, ever, and especially not during a case like this. As he looked over the headlines on the papers his ex wife had dumped on his desk he felt the throbbing behind his left eye get worse. Despite taking medication for it before he left for work, the migraine kept getting stronger the longer the day went on. Rafael checked his watch. It hadn't been long enough yet for another dose of codeine, and really, he shouldn't even be taking this much, it probably made the migraines worse rather than better. Without thinking, he raised a hand to his forehead, a vain attempt at soothing the now almost unbearable pain. Rita of course noticed this.

“Hm” she acknowledged "the case really is worsening them, huh? What a shame it would be if someone were to use that to their advantage in court.”

The sarcastic comment earned her a glare from the prosecutor, and she backed off slightly.

“Really that bad?” She asked, sounding almost sympathetic.

“Mm” Rafael managed to get out, the pain now at a level that would have once had him out for days, luckily though, after decades of pain like this, he had learnt to push through. He knew Rita wouldn't drop it though. Her once snarky expression now replaced with genuine concern. No matter how hard either of them tried, despite their work killing their once happy marriage, they could not for the life of them manage to suppress the undying love they had for one another.

Now, Rafael noticed, Rita was making her way around to Rafael's side of the desk, gently dragging a chair along with her. She placed the chair next to him, and before sitting down, she strode purposefully across the room to close the blinds, knowing from years of dealing with Rafael's migraines that letting in unnecessary light was possibly the worst thing one could do at this moment. On her way back to her seat, Rita also shut off the overhead lights, and watched as Rafael noticeably sighed with relief. She knew it wasn't much, and his pain was still clearly bad, but the darkness would help. Rita sat in the chair next to her ex husband, and gently placed a hand on his back, and subconsciously, she began rubbing circles, just as she used to back in their college days. She hated to admit it, but she did truly love the man, and she knew he felt the same. If only their ambitions hadn't taken priority, and if only they hadn't let work destroy their relationship. Perhaps if Rita hadn't had the abortion those years ago they would be a happy family of three, or even more, right now. Instead of bickering over cases and plea deals they could be bickering over who would do the dishes that night, and ultimately settle on making the kid (or kids) do it instead. Thinking of this imaginary argument and family that she would likely never have, Rita placed her free hand under Rafael's chin, lifting his face to meet hers. The two met eyes, and against both of their better judgments, they leant forward, locking into a tired, but gentle, kiss. As the kiss depended, for just a moment Rafael's pain felt as though it lifted.l, and Rita felt as though that distant dream of being an old married couple with the man she had loved since day one of college, wasn't so distant after all.