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The Veiled Law of Affection- Chapter 2

The Veiled Law of Affection- Chapter Two

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

Takes place during the events of S5E8 “Abomination” with a brief mention of “Coerced” There's a little more context from the episode in this chapter since it touches on the issue of homophobia and helps establish more of the couple's relationship. Hope you enjoy!😊

angst, unapologetic smut, mentions of homophobia, typical SVU case talk

pairing Casey Novak x Olivia Benson

Read Part 1

Word Count: 5143

Liv and Elliot had just caught a new case. A young man had been tossed out with the trash. They had so far uncovered that he belonged to a conversion therapy program called ReGenesis and were now searching his apartment for some sense of who this man truly was.

“Me and Phil, Thousand Islands, June ’03. They’re happy.” Liv furrowed her brow, read the note on the back, and handed the picture to her partner.

“Unless he was the one he spent his last night with,” Elliot mulled, “Look at this,” he picked up a few envelopes from the drawer, “Four letters from Derek Singer, all unopened. I guess he was telling the truth.” He shrugged and put the envelopes back down on top of the stack.

Liv continued to search but could feel the anxiety bubbling up inside her, she trusted Elliot and she wanted so badly to tell him what had been going on with her, with Casey. She just- couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. She knew there was no written rule forbidding what they had but if people knew it would change everything for them, their whole work life dynamic would come to a screeching halt. “Those two were depressing. Trying to convince themselves and everyone else that they were happy.”

“Maybe they are,” Elliot shrugged,

“El you can’t tell me that repressing your sexual desires makes a gay person a good Christian.” She swallowed hard; she didn’t really grow up in any faith group but knew this was something that Casey struggled with from time to time.

“I don’t know, maybe some people choose to be gay, others choose to be straight?” he mused as he continued to work through piles of paperwork and letters on top of the victim’s dresser.

The brunette scoffed, “Oh so you chose to be straight,” she really hoped he didn’t mean this from a place of harm, she needed to trust him and know that he’d have her back.

“Me? Nooo,” he chuckled, “Check out these death threats, somehow I don’t think those are direct quotes.”

* * * * * *

Upon figuring out that the death threats were being made by none other Reverend Shaw, the leader of one of the most homophobic “churches” in the country, the group had a brief encounter with him at the funeral of the deceased, and he was promptly arrested.

The squad was getting ready to gather in the bullpen to go over all the evidence they had against Reverend Shaw with Casey to see if they had enough to indict. Elliot walked by on the phone with Kathy deciding what to do for dinner. Fin leaned back in his chair chewing on his coffee straw listening to Munch drone on about his latest conspiracy theory.

"I'm telling you man, you better take your money out now, when the first of the year comes it's going to be chaos." John said waving his hands and continuing to prattle.

Something else had caught Fin's attention and he had already tuned his partner out about 10 mins ago. "Yeah man, I feel you." His gaze deviated to the bullpen’s coffee area.

Liv was struggling to get a new sugar cannister down from the top shelf, even attempting to stand on her tiptoes and coax it towards her with the tips of her fingers. Casey walked in right around this time and looked at Liv, then to the rest of the squad, and rolled her eyes. She tossed down her briefcase on to the desk and walked up behind the detective, trying to remain collected and resist the urge grab a handful of the attractive brunette. She was taller, if only slightly, with a longer arm span and reached over the detective’s back, brushing her fingertips against Liv's hand, and pressing against her subtly.

"Why don't you let Daddy take care of that for you, hmm" she whispered as quiet as audibly possible in the brunette's ear.

This caused a full-body reaction from Liv which resulted in her knocking over the cup, spilling some of her coffee onto the counter.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Detective! Did I scare you? You just looked like you were struggling there." Casey feigned remorse, doing her best to stifle a giggle. "Let me help you clean that up."

She grabbed some napkins and both women leaned over the mess, wiping it up.

"Why did you do that?" Liv chuckled low through gritted teeth.

"Couldn't help myself." the redhead smirked. "It was safer than what I wanted to do."

Liv stopped wiping and hung her head, "Are you trying to kill me?" Both women chortling at this point.

"I've got a few briefs to finish but I'll come over later?"

"That'd be great, yeah."

The straw fell from Fin's mouth in disbelief. "I must be trippin', did Novak just say "Daddy"?" he asked himself softly, confused at what he was witnessing.

Munch who had still been talking this entire time, turned his head towards his partner, "What?"

Tutuola snapped back to focus, "What? Nothin' man, nothin."

Everyone finished their respective menial tasks and settled in for the meeting. Liv sat at her desk and Casey sat on Elliots desk next to Fin facing Cragen and Munch. Liv tried not to pay too much attention to the fact that she has a perfect sideview of the woman she had been seeing regularly for the past few weeks now.

Munch laughed as they started going over the reverend’s interrogation, “I love that guy,” he said incredulously, “I want to invite him to the Christmas party.”

Cragen paced back and forth, “The Lord spoke to him. The Lord sent an angel to talk to the mother of his only son, but He spoke to Reverend Shaw.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

Casey smirked at the captain’s sarcasm and Fin chuckled out a response, turning to Liv, “He’s a very special guy,”

About halfway through the conversation Casey realized she was directly in Liv's line of view and decided this was the perfect opportunity to give the detective something to look forward to tonight. She continued her attention on everyone else but took her index and middle fingers and began to slowly, mindlessly trace small circles on the wood of the desk and then stroke back and forth, her fingers curled ever so lightly.

The brunette noticed her doing this almost immediately, it was almost impossible to keep her cheeks from being flushed. She was nervous that if she stood up, she wouldn't be the only one to notice how wet she had just become. She shifted in her seat, “How’s his alibi?” she inquired and cleared her throat.

The captain sighed, “Danville PD confirmed it, had their hands full with another picket organized by the Reverend the night of Reed’s murder.

The young ADA shook her head, “Then he’s nothing to us. Cut him and the rest of his people loose.” She ceased the movement with her fingers as she said this.

Liv looked at her, she was trying so hard to concentrate, she couldn’t let this interfere with doing her job. “He targeted Reed. One of his followers could’ve taken him seriously.”

The redhead tried not to stare too intently, she and the detective were having similar issues, “If you can connect him with one of the members of Shaw’s congregation, I might be able to get him on the fighting words doctrine. Til then the first amendment says he can enjoy his civil liberties like everybody else.” She scrunched up her face, knowing full well it sucked that this man was allowed to say and do these horrible things about people like her under the letter of the law.

Cragen pulled the coffee straw from his mouth as the conversation continued, “What did you get from the people at Reed’s funeral?”

Fin sighed heavily, “Not much. After the fight broke out a bunch of people left before we got their names.” He got up and walked over towards Munch.

“Yeah, but we got their pictures,” Munch stated calmly, holding up a very professional looking camera.

“Where the hell is that from?” The captain inquired, knowing he was about to get agitated.

“One of Reverend Shaw’s church members, he must’ve left it behind.”

Casey stood up and headed for the door. "I didn't hear that!" she shot back at Munch and shook her head. She made sure to catch Liv's eye and nod. The nod, a silent promise of "I'll see you later."

Fin looked up in time to catch this small exchange. "Did I get dosed? I'm definitely not trippin'."

* * * * *

"Hey Counselor, I just wanted to drop off those DD-5s you wanted" Liv said leaning against the door frame of Casey's office, just in case anyone was in earshot.

The redhead looked up from her desk, she grinned, "Hey Detective, I wasn't expecting those tonight but come in, close the door, I have a few things to go over with you since you're here."

Liv shut the door behind her and closed the blinds. Casey got up from her desk and walked over. She leaned her whole body against the brunette.

"Hi," she was still in shock to see Olivia. She wasn't expecting to see her until later.

"Hi."

"What're you doing here? Not that I'm complaining." She took a firm hold of Liv's neck, grabbing a fistful of her soft locks and kissed her passionately. She sank into the detective, all the day’s stress melted from her shoulders.

"I," Liv panted, trying to keep her voice hushed as Casey trailed kisses down her neck, "couldn't wait for later." She grabbed Casey's hand and slid it down her waistband and guided it into her slick.

The redhead whimpered as Liv immediately tightened around her fingers. She thrust hard into the brunette, slamming her back against the door. The detective gasped and pulled the collar of Casey's shirt to bring her in for a kiss. Casey obliged, kissing Liv hard, biting her lower lip, she excited her lover with more slow, hard thrusts.

They both moaned, knowing they both wanted more but couldn't get it here. It was a good minute before they realized they were rattling the door.

"Hey Case, everything alright in there?" One of the interns called out from the hallway.

Casey froze and Liv burst into a fit of quiet laughter, the redhead cupping her free hand over her mouth, shushing her, while also trying to stifle her own giggles.

"Everything's fine Brian, there was um, a particularly fleetfooted spider," she grimaced and shrugged, having to come up with something on the fly, "but I got it."

"Oh, well, uh, goodnight then!" the confused intern said as he walked away from the door.

She waited until she couldn't hear footsteps anymore and then the redhead flowed back into a kiss, slowly pulling back her fingers, making sure to draw out as much pleasure as possible. She stopped briefly to tease Livs clit making her shiver and whimper one last time, then drew the fingers to her mouth and licked them clean.

"Guess you'll just have to wait for later." She raised her eyebrows teasingly. "I promise not to be late." She kissed her softly. The brunette tried to catch her breath and straighten out her appearance before she opened the door and went back to the bullpen to finish up for the day.

* * * * *

Liv had just finished brewing a fresh pot of coffee when there was a knock at the door. "It's open." She called out over her shoulder.

"Hey," Casey walked to the counter and leaned in to kiss her, a smile of relief washing over her as she did, she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, safe. "I brought Wo-Hop." She put the takeout down on the table.

The brunette smiled; she was completely in awe every time Casey kissed her. "Wo-Hop Wo-Hop or 69 Bayard?"

The young ADA cocked her head as if to say, "you should know better."

Liv chuckled, "69 Bayard" she nodded her head, knowing she should have seen that coming. "I made some coffee."

"Ah you're perfect! I mean, thank you." Casey blushed, terrified of being overzealous and scaring Olivia. She sipped the coffee to avoid saying anything else ridiculous.

"Oh, be careful, that’s..."

"Ah!" The redhead cried out in agony and emptied the contents of her mouth back into the cup. “Smooth, Novak. Real smooth.”

"Hot..." Liv sighed and furrowed her brow. "I'm so sorry I should've warned you." She moved to put the mug down on the counter and cupped Casey's face in her hands to soothe her. "Let me make it better" she said quietly and placed a soft kiss on the ADAs lips. She felt bad but it was the most adorable thing she’d seen Casey do.

The redhead fell apart, her body going slack in Liv's arms. Usually, she had this obsessive need to be in control but there was something about the brazen brunette that made her feel safe enough to share the reins. It didn't even hurt that bad, but it was worth milking in that moment.

"It's okay, the coffee can wait. I have something for you." Casey bit down on her lip, nervous if only just a little.

Olivia looked at her surprised, "Oh? Is that so? Honey chicken and broccoli are hardly a surprise," she giggled, "I always order that."

Casey laughed and backed up a little, "Not the food."

"Then what?"

"Me."

"Case, honey, you're hardly a surprise. I knew you were coming." She laughed, confused at where the counselor was going with this.

The redhead slowly undid the belt of her long rain jacket and then moved to unbutton it to reveal that in addition to her heels that she was wearing earlier in the day, she wasn't wearing much else. She let the coat drop to the floor revealing tight red silk boxers and a red lace pushup bra.

Liv leaned against the counter, propped up on her elbow, marveling at the gorgeous woman in front of her. This now marked the second time today that Casey made Liv knock over a cup of coffee. She hurried, grabbed a towel, and wiped the counter down, she'd worry about the floor later and then turned her attention back to the redhead standing practically naked in her kitchen.

"That bad huh?" Casey joked.

"No, no," Liv tried to catch her breath, "That good." She took her hands and ran them down Casey's smooth sides and pulled her hips against her. She kissed her deep, pulling her as close as possible moving one hand to her neck and the other grabbing a fistful of the young ADAs tight ass. Her hand now full of smooth silk and supple skin. "Oh God, Casey," she whispered, "I need you so bad." Her lips brushed the redhead’s neck as she spoke.

"So then take me," Casey quivered under Liv's touch. "Tease me, taste me, make me cum." She sunk her teeth into the brunette's sweet spot on her neck and suckled, her own arousal growing by the second. She was trying to find a way to let go without relinquishing full control.

Liv cried out as Casey did this, wet and throbbing, she needed relief. "Casey" she whispered breathlessly, "let's go to bed."

Casey nodded in agreement, kissing Liv intensely, relieving Liv of her clothes so that by the time they reached the bed she was left with nothing, but her matching black lace panty set. The redhead gasped in awe.

"See something you like, Counselor?" Liv flopped back onto the bed, propping up on her elbows, feet still on the floor.

Casey licked her lips and nodded, "Jesus Olivia, how are you so beautiful?"

"I could ask the same of you." Liv smiled softly, eyes full of lust. She scooted back onto the bed and propped her head up on a pillow. She grabbed the redhead’s hand and pulled her down onto the bed and into her arms. "Now come here so I can do all the things you asked of me and maybe, if you think I'm good enough, I can have you inside me for the rest of the night making up for the torture in your office earlier."

Casey quirked her brow, "all night you say?" She pursed her lips and pretended to think about it before leaning to kiss Liv and nip at her jaw line. She got up on her knees as the brunette tugged at the silk boxers.

"As sexy as these are, they're definitely in my way," the brunette mused and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. “These are gonna have to go.” She kissed her way up Casey’s inner thighs as the redhead rolled her neck moaning in pleasure. She kept kissing until she got to the hem of the boxers and sunk her teeth in, sucking and taking her time to make sure it would mark. Casey cried out as her breath hitched. Her juices, already starting to drip from her body. Liv pulled the boxers down, “you’re going to ruin these if they don’t go now.” Casey pulled them off the rest way and tossed them off the bed.

“Tell me what to do, Detective.” the redhead mewled. Her eyes glossy, her body throbbing. She grabbed the brunette’s hand and pulled it against her sex.

Liv playfully pumped her middle finger in and out, slowly, pausing here and there. “I want you on my face. I want to lap up all of this” She took her finger and brought it to Casey’s mouth, the redhead took it in, moaning at her own taste on the brunette’s finger. The brunette pulled her hand back and gripped her lover’s thigh, tugging it towards her.

Casey swung her leg over Olivia and hovered her hips above her face. Liv swallowed hard in excitement and grabbed the redhead’s thighs pulling her down to make contact. She tugged Casey down harder, making sure her full weight was against her. A strangled cry escaped the ADAs lips and she reached for the headboard to steady herself as the brunette pushed her tongue deep inside and begin thrusting. Casey’s hips bucked involuntarily, Liv’s name tumbling from her lips as she continued to moan and pant, setting a pace for herself. The brunette lapped up what had already spilled from her lover and then licked up to the redhead’s clit, planting light kisses, suckling just enough to illicit a wail of pleasure, and then back to light kisses.

“Mmm, that’s it baby, make noise for me.” Liv moaned, planting another teasing kiss. She grabbed the redhead’s ass with both hands and rolled her hips down against her own face.

All this teasing on its own was almost enough to unravel Casey, she knew it hadn’t been long but when Olivia called her baby it made her feel like she was hers. She liked the way it felt, like something she could get used to.

“Mmmphhh,” she moaned, “make me cum baby, please?” She pleaded, rutting against the brunette’s face. Little did she know her use of the word baby had a similar euphoric effect on Liv, who moaned at her lover’s request and pressed hard against the redhead’s clit and began tracing small circles with the tip of her tongue. Casey bucked forward involuntarily again. The vibrations of Liv’s low moans and her swift tongue built her arousal up until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her entire body fluttered inside and out, and she came harder than she’d ever cum before. It took her so off guard she slammed the side of her fist against the headboard, crying out with pleasure and riding the brunette’s face hard as she came down off her high, “OH, LIV!” The detective lapping up all the juices dripping down on to her face. Casey dismounted and pulled herself close to her lover. She took Liv’s chin and turned her face towards her with her long slender fingers and stared into her honey brown eyes with longing. Her face softened, she knew she was falling hard and was terrified she was going to screw it up. She kissed the brunette, deep and passionately. When she did all her fears were assuaged, and she grinned as she came up for air. “That’s my good girl,” she planted a few more kisses on the older woman, “so good for me. Now what was that you said earlier,” she raised her brow, “all night?”

Both women giggled and Liv pulled Casey on top her, she couldn’t get enough of the ADAs skin against her own. She quivered as the redhead suckled down her throat, “I need you inside me,” she whispered, “please?”

Casey moaned against the detective’s neck and slipped two fingers past the black lace into her core pushing her palm against the brunette’s clit.

“Casey!” Liv cried out, moaning, and panting her name repeatedly. “Oh, Case, oh G-d!” The redhead thrust hard, just like their earlier office encounter, knocking the brunette’s head against the headboard. Liv’s gasped and then grinned, her eyes full of desire. This was not something Casey was expecting, thinking she had accidentally hurt her. “Harder, Counselor,” she moaned, and she stared her lover in the eye. Casey bit down on her lip, smiled deviously and thrust again. “Mmm, Casey, harder,” the brunette moaned again.

The redhead’s entire body went hot, she bit down into detective’s neck as she began a steady rhythm of thrusts. The brunette’s head knocked against the headboard each time as she cried out in pleasure, she held on tight to her lover’s frame. She could feel her heat building up inside her as she got closer to climax.

“Harder,” she spurred on the luscious litigator and grabbed a fistful of her soft curly locks. “Finish me,” she whimpered.

Casey let out a stifled moan and curled her fingers against Liv’s g-spot, “Come on beautiful,” she kissed the brunette’s cheek, “let Daddy make you cum.” It was the first time she had ever used that term in a less than joking manner with the detective and it was enough to make her completely let go. Liv’s walls tightened, locking the redhead’s fingers in place. Casey also unraveled for a second time, just from the sheer excitement of the brunette’s undoing. She fell back onto the bed and kissed Liv’s forehead, “My good girl,” she whispered, “I know I owe you more, I just need a minute.” She laughed and wiped her damp forehead with the back of her wrist, and then brought her hand to her lips to lick her fingers clean. She grabbed Liv and pulled her to her chest.

The detective wrapped her legs around Casey, “No baby this is perfect, you are, so, perfect.” She kissed the ADA softly as the redhead stared back with wide puppy eyes.

“You know,” Casey chuckled, still out of breath, and trying not to draw attention to her reaction to the compliment, “at some point, one of us is going to have to get up and put the Chinese in the fridge.”

* * * * *

The next day Liv and Elliot found evidence to arrest Ian Tate, a conversion therapist’s son, who was seen in the roll of film that Munch had developed. After he was arraigned further evidence in his apartment showed that the DNA of the killer left behind on a patch of drywall wasn’t his but a familial match. Casey went to meet Tate and his lawyer in lockup to try to see if she could get him to tell her the real story.

“Why does this matter?” his lawyer retorted when the ADA tried to clarify when exactly he disposed of the body.

“I think your client knows exactly why this matters,” Casey snapped back and turned her attention to Ian, “He caught you didn’t he?”

“Shut up,” the prisoner said with a quiet rage.

“Going to jail isn’t going to help.” The prosecutor iterated with frustration. “We found your father’s blood in your apartment. We know what happened.”

“Then you have an obligation to drop the charges!” his lawyer stood up and demanded.

“And if your client wants to avoid accessory charges, sit down, now.”

Ian’s eyes began to water, “You have…no idea.”

“No,” Casey lied, her earlier conversation with Branch echoing in her head, “they want to make about straight vs gay, you make it about murder.” “But I can imagine how you must feel.” The truth is she did know, she was terrified if someone found out about her and Olivia that there would be hell to pay. It was bad enough that Cragen had almost caught them at the batting cages two weeks ago, just ten minutes earlier and he would’ve walked up on her arms wrapped around the detective, teaching her how to bat but also placing tender kisses on the nape of her neck. They hadn’t been together in public since. There was no written rule about ADAs and detectives but there was stigma. “But James did, didn’t he? What it was like to hate yourself, to want to change and know you can’t” Casey’s catholic guilt choking up in her throat like a lump. “For the first time somebody understood you.” Throughout her whole speech she just pictured her and Olivia, happy and holding on to each other, laughing in the kitchen as they each tried to toss blueberries in the other’s mouth. Her eyes watered. “You didn’t go to the hospital because James attacked you, your father did.”

Casey tiredly walked into the squad room after her visit to the jail, Liv tried not to look too excited, but she knew her eyes must’ve lit up when the redhead came through the door frame.

“Hey how’d it go with Tate?” the brunette asked following her across the room to the desks.

Casey rubbed her temples, “Jurors eight and ten believe him.”

“Enough to hang the jury?” Liv asked worriedly.

“Maybe,” the young ADA sighed, “In which case all I did was out some poor kid, not exactly my favorite legal strategy.”

“You didn’t have a choice.” Elliot muttered sitting down at his desk.

Casey cocked her head towards him, “You got kids, you ever wonder if one’s gay?” She often wondered if her own parents knew but was sure they at least wondered.

Elliot looked up at the tall athletic prosecutor, caught off guard. He thought about it for a few seconds, “I don’t know I haven’t asked.”

Liv furrowed her brow, “C’mon Elliot you know your kids, you’d know if one of them were gay.” She said this out loud but internally wondered if her own mother had realized her predisposition, she probably would’ve preferred it to the man she dated at seventeen.

“Exactly!” Casey exclaimed, “his whole defense hinges on the fact that he had no idea.”

“You don’t buy it?” Liv looked at the redhead, trying not to expose how sexy she thought it was when she was on to a hunch.

“No, but I can’t prove it. Find out.” She locked eyes with Liv as she grabbed her briefcase, in her mind she was picturing the brunette in black lace, her stare saying, “I need you soon.”

A little while later Olivia was in the copy room running off some blank forms when she heard a tap on the door frame. She craned her head, "Hey Fin, I'm just about done if you need the copier. Just give me two minutes."

He shook his head and swiped his hand, "Nah all good. You got a minute?"

"Sure Fin, what's up?

He stepped in and leaned against the wall, "I just wanted to say that I hope you know that I got your back. No matter the situation. You can always count on me."

"Thanks Fin." She gave a small nod of appreciation although she had to admit she wasn't sure where any of this was coming from.

"Yeah, you know, just keepin it real, be careful out there, the world is full of craziness." He shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant.

"Okay thanks Dad." Liv laughed and went to retrieve her copies.

"Hey, we gotta look out for each other, right? Besides from the way I heard it, you already have yourself a daddy."

"What?" By the time she whipped around Fin was already headed back to the bullpen but saw him toss his hands up in the air playfully.

"Shit."

** * * * * *

Casey successfully got the doctor to take a plea thanks to the evidence Olivia and Elliot had uncovered that he did in fact know his son was gay the whole time. She spotted Ian sitting outside on a bench near the courtroom and made her way over.

“They took the plea,” she sat down to the side of him.

“It’s so weird you know?” his voice was distant, somber, “I’ve been sitting here for a while and I wonder, does he know? Does she? James used to always talk about how happy he was to be gay, that guys are so much more fun.”

Casey chuckled, “Yeah, I agree with James.”

Ian smiled, somehow, he knew she didn’t mean about men being more fun but about being gay.

Casey winked and got on her bike fastening her helmet. She rode home and locked her bike up downstairs. She massaged her neck with her hand as she stepped off the elevator. The ADA had one of the longest days she had in a while and couldn’t wait to just take a hot shower and put on some comfortable clothes.

As she got closer to her door, she heard a familiar voice call out to her, “Hey.”

She looked up to find Liv standing against her door. She couldn’t have smiled bigger if she wanted to. They didn’t have plans tonight, she had no expectations, which just made this mean so much more. Casey breathed a sigh of relief, dropped her briefcase to the ground, ran to the brunette and jumped into her arms kissing her fervently.

“Hi,” she melted into her, tears welling up as the tension left her body, “You’re here.” she whispered.

“Hi,” Liv whispered holding Casey’s legs tight around her waist and leaning her forehead against the forehead of the beautiful woman she was holding, “I know we didn’t have plans, I just, missed you.”

“I missed you too, I’m so glad to see you.” The redhead whispered back and kissed the detective softly and then nestled her head against her neck.

“I brought take out.” Liv said and leaned her head to kiss Casey’s shoulder.

“Wo-Hop?” Casey asked sleepily.

“Better.”

Part 3

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