#svu goodwife crossover

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Long Way Home, Ch. 9

Rafael x Reader. SVU x Good Wife AU. References: The Good Wife S.3, E.21 & S.5, E.12 & The Good Fight S.1, E.1

CW: Smut, so much smut. Language. Def NSFW.

Tags: @madpanda75 @melsquared79 @glimmerglittergirl @sass-and-suspenders @dreila03 @obsessionprofessional @garturbo @themanwithsass @redlipstickandplaid @tropes-and-tales

*****

You rapped your fingers in annoyance on the counter, waiting for the young blonde at the front desk to finish what was clearly a personal call. Hotels in Chicago were a dime a dozen.

Rafael leaned against the counter, his back towards the desk and watched you with an amused look. You caught his stare and blushed.

“Patience isn’t a virtue, is it?” Rafael quipped.

“The longer she takes, the longer it’ll take us to get a room,” you winked.

“Ahem,” Rafael coughed. The front desk clerk looked at him in annoyance and held a finger.

“Oh good God,” You grumbled exasperatedly.

With a sigh, the front desk agent hung up the phone. “I’m sorry; how may I help you?”

“We would like a room please,” you replied, twitching your leg, anxious.

“Let me see what I have available. Hmmm... I have a suite at $1335.00 night.”

Before you could even protest the obscene price, Rafael slid his credit card forward. Rafael slid his hand up behind your neck, and then slowly brought it down and rubbed your back gently in concentric circles. Rafael’s hand then dropped and grazed down lower and lower, until he stopped just right at the small of your back. Your heart began to race a bit in anticipation of what was eminent.

****

The two of you wasted no time in peeling off each other’s clothes as soon as the hotel door shut with a click. Clothes landed in a heaps, forging a mini trail towards the bed. Without breaking the kiss, the two of you stumbled onto the bed and landed in a heap of tangled limbs.

Rafael rolled so you were laying on top of him. Rafael ran his hands down your sides and up your abdomen, stopping to cup your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples, which were already peaks. Desperate for some friction to relieve the ache between your legs, you ground yourself against Rafael’s member, feeling him hard against you.

You leaned forward so that you could continue grinding. Rafael took the opportunity to capture a nipple in his mouth. You moaned as his tongue ran over the hardened pebble, flicking his tongue back and forth before taking it fully in his mouth. Rafael gently nipped you with his teeth, which only spurred you on. Being pregnant, you realized had some perks as your nipples were extremely sensitive.

“So good,” you cooed as Rafael switched to your opposite breast.

You’re so beautiful,” Rafael murmured, inhaling the scent of your skin as he peppered your skin with kisses. Reluctantly, you pulled away so you could slink down Rafael’s body. You placed a kiss on his stomach, before settling in between his legs. Reaching into Rafael’s boxers, you gently freed his erection.

You spat onto your hand and began to give Rafael a hand job. Up and down, your hand went, stroking Rafael’s length. Rafael groaned as you did so. You were deliberately slow in your movements, relishing at how Rafael was falling apart.

“Please,” Rafael begged you. “Use your mouth.”

You smirked. “Sure thing counselor,” and with that, you opened your mouth to swallow him deeply. Rafael cursed as you rhythmically bobbed on his cock. You ran you tongue over his length, pausing momentarily to suck on the head, paying close attention to the spot along the underside where the head met the shaft.

Rafael wrapped his hands in your hair you continued your oral ministrations. Rafael lifted his head to watch his cock slip in and out of your mouth and his breath hitched at the sight.

“Mierda,” he moaned, throwing his head back as you continued to slobber all over him. You relaxed your throat and took him deeper. Your nose brushed his pubic hair. Rafael’s hips bucked as you swirled your tongue over his cock. You relished in the salty taste of his cum.

“Stop, I am going to cum,” Rafael moaned. Reluctantly you paused your actions and looked up at him. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his cock and Rafael groaned, rubbing his face in disbelief at the erotic sight before him.

You slowly made your way back up to him, kissing his thighs, his stomach, his chest. You fully sat up, your soaking folds rubbed against the length of his hardened cock.

Rafael looked up at you, his eyes heavy with lust. You took his hands and placed them on your breasts, encouraging him. Rafael squeezed your breasts, bringing them together before using thumbs to rub them over your hardened nipples. You groaned before you lifted up slightly. You reached down to guide him into you and paused.

Rafael sensed your hesitation and he gripped your wrist. “Are you okay? Is this okay? We can stop,” he rushed out.

You nodded. “I... just need a minute. Sensory overload.”

Rafael nodded. He sat up fully, so that you were in his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed his forehead against yours and you both stayed like that for a minute, both your eyes closed. You felt Rafael’s heart thumping against your chest. You opened your eyes and pressed a small kiss on his lips. “Okay.”

Rafael nodded and you raised your hips, and he helped you guide himself into you. The two of you groaned at the sensation. You felt wonderfully full. You wrapped one arm around Rafael, the other braced his leg for support as you rocked and bounced against his cock.

“You feel so good,” Rafael cried out, as waves of pleasure coursed through him. “Fuck!”

Sounds of skin on skin filled the room. Rafael gripped your back, helping you down on each stroke. “I’m not going to last much longer,” Rafael moaned.

“Give it to me,” you whined. “I need it.”

Rafael brought you down harder, and you bit your lip so hard, you could taste blood. The two of you chased your orgasms. You reached down to rub yourself and Rafael swatted your hand away so that he could stroke your swollen nub. You used your hand that was braced on his thigh to cup his balls and you drew them away from his body. That was Rafael’s undoing and he shouted your name as he stiffened, his eyes squeezed shut as he emptied his load into you. You followed thereafter as Rafael’s rubbing brought you to your precipice and you fell apart, his name on your lips.

You fell slack against Rafael’s neck. You stayed intimately connected to Rafael as you waited to catch your breath.

“Wow,” Rafael panted. You nodded before peeling your sweaty body off to look at him. You gave a small giggle and nodded, your cheeks flushed.

****Four months later***

You huffed out of breath as you waddled down the hall towards Rafael’s office. You thought about all that had happened that had gotten you here.

Cuesta, through some travesty of the justice system, kept his judgeship. The judicial standards commission and inquest found Cuesta was biased and ordered him to take a six month absence from the bench and he had to pay a heavy fine. Cuesta’s cases were further ordered to be looked into. But he could keep his seat. “Judges, protect their own,” Rafael quipped.

You and Rafael continued sleeping with each other. Feelings began to develop on both sides, however. Rafael wished he had the dumb luck of meeting you first. He took it slow with you. You were still working out your grief but you knew Will would have wanted you to be happy.

As you knocked on Rafael’s door, you wistfully wished Will was around to meet his baby. You felt the baby kick in response.

“Come in,” Rafael called out from the other side. As you opened the door, you were greeted with a shower of confetti.

“Surprise!” the room cheered and you felt tears in your eyes as you scanned the room: Amanda, Sonny, Fin, Carmen, and Olivia. You locked eyes with Rafael and grinned.

“¡Felicidades!” Rafael stated, raising a glass full of champagne to you as he walked over to you. He handed you a glass of orange juice and winked.

Rafael led you further in, his hand resting on the small of your back. Fin pulled back a chair for you and you sat down, taking the sight before you. Presents adorned your feet.

“Thank you cariño,” you replied happily, locking eyes with Rafael once more. You stared into his green eyes and your felt your heart skip a beat. You rubbed your stomach, the baby kicked more.

“For you, anything,” Rafael replied.

***TBC***

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Long Way Home, Ch. 4

Rafael x Reader. AU; SVU x Good Wife. Set post s5 Good Wife, Dramatics Your Honor. References: s3, e.21 of TGW, with some dialogue borrowed from the episode itself. CW: continued angst, pregnancy talk.

***

Rafael entered his apartment with a heavy sigh of exhaustion. He tossed his leather briefcase to the side, and slipped off his suit jacket.

He slipped off his suspenders and undid his tie. Walking over to his bar cart, he poured himself a glass of scotch. He let the alcohol swirl around in his mouth before swallowing. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cellphone. He swore he wouldn’t do it, but curiosity’s got the better of him, and he looked up Will Gardner.

Hot Shot Lawyer Gunned Down in Court

Chicago Prominent Attorney Murdered

Attorney Shot and Killed, The Suspect Is a Longtime Client

Killer Jeffrey Grant Sentenced in Lawyer Death

The Downfall of the Gardners

The last headline caught Rafael’s eye the most and he clicked on it. Splashed on the screen was a picture of you, smiling, looking up at Will, a glass of wine in your hand.

Whomever wrote the article did a shoddy job, just gleaning highlights of your career, painting you as more of someone riding Will’s coattails. “Hmph,” Rafael huffed, knowing how impressive your resume was.

Rafael enjoyed working with you. You were clever, smart, and when you did let your guard down, he thought you had the most beautiful laugh.

The last time Rafael let anyone get close to him, it was Yelina and she shattered his heart. Rafael threw himself into his work instead. He thought back of that day where he met you in the park with Noah. You were stunning and had him completely enchanted.

But Rafael couldn’t do anything about it. It wasn’t just ethics. Grief, he knew, after his father’s death, was a beast. Rafael wasn’t sure how he would even approach you, even if he would allow himself. More so, he wanted to be respectful; you hadn’t even told him about Will.

Exhausted, Rafael made his way to his bedroom. Stripping down to his boxers, he turned down the sheets and climbed into bed. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Rafael sat up, kicked off the sheets and reached into his boxers, seeking relief. Release came quickly, with your name on Rafael’s lips.

****

You groaned as you emptied the contents of your stomach once more. Beads of sweat rolled down your face as you reached for some toilet paper to wipe your mouth. You shivered as your sweaty skin touched the cold tile wall. Blowing your nose, you eyed the box of tampons that sat on the top of the toilet tank. You did some quick math in your head, and realized you couldn’t remember when you last had your period.

Panic began to form and before you could even fathom the possibility of pregnancy, your stomach recoiled again and you began to heave into the toilet once more.

The retching eventually stopped. You splashed cold water on your face and rinsed your mouth to get the awful taste out of your mouth.

Exhausted, you made a mental note to pick up a pregnancy test on the way home fromt the office before climbing back into bed.

****

Later that morning, you sat in your office, going through the copies of the evidence. A knock on the door stirred you. Pushing a strand from your face, you smiled at the handsome ADA leaning against the doorway, holding two large cups of coffee.

“How’s it going?” Rafael questioned, offering you a coffee.

Taking the coffee, you nodded with a bit of a shrug. “Okay; I think I found some stuff that may help us.” You took a sip of the coffee and frowned at your stomach lurching again. It didn’t slip past Rafael.

“You okay?” Rafael asked, before taking another sip of coffee.

“Yeah, I think I am just coming down with something,” you lied. “Thanks for the coffee.” You turned the papers in front of you towards Rafael. “There were these four receipts; four purchases, all on Terri Rooney's credit card the day after her death. And, more importantly, the day after Patrick Rooney was in custody.”

“Meaning Patrick Rooney wasn’t the killer,” Rafael murmured. “So where were these during the trial?”

“I don’t know,” you replied grimacing while taking another sip of coffee. “I want to talk with Judge Cuesta’s lead investigator at the time. Maybe his co-counsel at the time too. Because Cuesta should have been privy to this; I am sure he carried a huge caseload and even if he was overwhelmed, he would have had to at least pharm this out to his co-counsel.”

“So it’s either on Cuesta, which gets him removed for prosecutorial blindness, or on his co-counsel, which gets Cuesta off,” Rafael replied, now standing, heading to leave. “Good job, keep me posted. I’ve got court in an hour.”

Rafael winked at you as he left and you felt yourself blush. From the time you met him, you felt comfortable in his presence. He had a sharp tongue and a dry wit about him that reminded you of your former husband. You found yourself eyeing Rafael’s frame, focusing on his backside. Shaking your head back into reality, you reminded yourself to focus on the case at hand, and to pick up that pregnancy test.

***

Later that afternoon, you headed out from One Hogan Place, and made your way down the subway. It wasn’t long before you made your way to your destination. You looked at the paper in your hand; the address was correct. You entered the small wine shop, cautiously. “Hello? I am looking for Mara Stokes.”

“Can I help you?” asked an older woman with blonde hair. She ran her hands over her apron and smiled before squinting and looking at you more inquisitively. “You prosecution or defense?”

“I'm sorry?” You replied, a bit taken aback at her line of questioning.

“When I heard that Cuesta's head was on the chopping block, I figured one of you would come look his investigator up,” Mara replied.

“Then maybe you could help me,” you replied, shoving your hands in your back pockets. “Did Cuesta bend the rules to get a conviction on Patrick Rooney?”

Mara sighed. “Maybe. Cuesta fancied himself a true public servant.”

You nodded, frowning. “How was his co-counsel?”

“John Bullock?” Mara questioned rhetorically. “Nice guy, smart as a whip; I think he became a judge too after Cuesta. Both were gonna nail Patrick Rooney, come hell or high water.”

“Thanks, that helps,” you replied handing Mara your business card. “Here’s my card if you think of anything else.”

Mara nodded, before turning away. Taking out your phone, you called Rafael.

****

That evening you were in Rafael’s office going through your meeting with Mara.

“I think Cuesta, Bullock - they all had prosecutorial blinders on. They needed to pad their wins so that they could eventually get on the bench.”

Rafael nodded, running his hands through his hair. “Assholes,” he swore, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. “Patrick Rooney did nothing wrong and he spent twenty years in prison for it. He had his wife snatched from him and then he was accused of her murder. All so these two could get secure their careers,” he seethed.

Rafael was so angry, you could hear his voice shake. “Yeah,” you replied quietly. “What are we going to do?”

“They nailed Rooney; so we are going to nail them right back,” Rafael replied. “I want to bring them both in, but separately. They’ll have their lawyers.”

You nodded, taking down notes.

Rafael looked over at you, your head was lowered and you were scribbling furiously. He took a deep breath before he spoke again. “Amanda told me.”

You stopped and looked up. “About what?” you questioned but you knew that Rafael knew.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Rafael replied. “I can’t imagine...” he began but you cut him off.

“That’s right,” you began, your face getting hot. “You don’t know, so please, save me your pity.”

“I...,” Rafael began softly, sitting on the corner of his desk. He leaned over and reached out to clasp your hand. You felt a bit of a jolt of Rafael’s hand touching yours and you stared deeply into his green eyes. “I just wish...”

You felt a pang of loneliness. You were pretty sure it was evident on your face. As you stood, Rafael’s hand never left yours. Instead, he tugged you close to him. Your bodies were millimeters apart. Rafael brushed the strand of hair that had fallen across your face again, pushing it out of the way.

Studying Rafael closely, you could see their was some pain behind his eyes. “Wish what?” You asked quietly, your eyes now focused on his lips. You swallowed hard.

Rather than answer you, Rafael closed the distance between you and pressed his lips against yours. Throwing caution to the wind, you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss grew with intensity and you both made way to his couch.

That pregnancy test would have to wait.

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Long Way Home, Ch. 7

AN: Welp, there was a delay. Work life has been intense and home life has been just as busy lots of sick going around. Add writer’s block and it’s never a good combination. But here! We! Are!

Rafael x Reader. SVU x Good Wife AU. References: GoodWife S.3, E.21 & S.5, E.12

ETA: tag list - @madpanda75 @melissagarner @sass-and-suspenders @dreila03 @bowieisawizard @garturbo @themanwithsass @obsessionprofessional @dreila03 - anyone else just ask; sorry if I forgot anyone.

***

Judge Cuesta was eventually found holed up in a secret chateau off 57th and Central Park West. He maintained his innocence of Bullock’s murder, asserting that he wouldn’t hurt his friend to maintain his reputation. “I had to hide; someone is out for revenge!” he barked angrily at Rafael, now back down at One Hogan Place.

“Your attitude, your honor, it will do more to condemn you than the evidence. You’re on this side of the bench now,” Barba snapped.

Your brows rose but you remained silent, rapping your fingers on a half empty can of ginger ale. You willed your nausea to abate. It did, and you cleared your throat before speaking. “We have solid alibi for Mr. Rooney. Despite your need to secure the conviction, he surprisingly holds no ill will to either one of you. You should be so humble,” you replied sternly.

Cuesta slumped forward, defeated. “I know. We shouldn’t have done it. We were greedy and righteous. I let that cloud my judgment. What now?”

“That’s for the court of inquiry to determine. You will likely be removed from the bench altogether,” Rafael replied.

Your phone buzzed and you reached into your pocket. “Y/L/N here,” you answered holding up a finger to excuse yourself. Rafael nodded and you took the call outside Rafael’s office. You half smiled at Carmen who returned the smile before continuing her typing.

After briefly talking with Liv, you returned to Rafael’s office. You motioned to Rafael and he came over. You whispered what Liv told you and his green eyes darkened. He nodded and turned to face Cuesta, clearing his throat. “We’ve got Bullock’s killer in custody.”

****

A partial print on the pen lead to the Rooney’s son, Patrick Jr. who was so angry about his father’s wrongful conviction, that he was hell bent on revenge. Patrick Sr. was devastated and any forgiveness he may have had at Cuesta and the newly deceased Bullock, was long gone.

“My wife is gone, and now, the only family I had left, is now behind bars. I may be a free man to others, but I forever live imprisoned thanks to selfish pigs like Judge Cuesta and Judge Bullock,” Patrick Sr. sobbed on the news.

Carisi reached for the remote and turned off the television. “Well, he ain’t wrong,” he sighed. He ran his hands through his hair and looked over at you. You were signing off on paperwork effectively closing out the case on Bullock’s murder. “Whatcha got going on this weekend?”

“Laying low,” you replied knowing full well you had a visit with an ob/gyn. “You?”

“It’s my anniversary with my girlfriend. Pulling out all the stops - home cooked dinner - making my ma’s lasagna from scratch, taking her for drinks and jazz,” Carisi replied excitedly.

“That sounds so lovely. I hope you guys have the best time,” you replied smiling. “How long have you two been together?”

“Two years; she’s really great. I am so lucky. This line of work... it can be hard to find someone,” Carisi stated. “I am sure you understand, with lawyers and long hours.”

“I do,” you acknowledged. “Keep that in mind yourself Fordham law,” you subsequently teased. “Happy anniversary,” you added after a beat. You furrowed your brows. Carisi noticed the crestfallen look on your face that quickly appeared and disappeared just as quickly.

“Hey, you okay? I’m sorry if that brought up any memories,” he began to apologize.

“No, no,” you reassured him. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“Want to talk about it?” Carisi asked. You noted the concern in his voice. You shook your head, grabbing your bag. “It’s fine; we can talk about it later.”

Carisi opened his mouth to protest but you held up your hand. “I’ll be fine. Go - go enjoy your anniversary before another crime happens and you have to get called back in.” You waved Carisi off. Carisi nodded, and squeezed your shoulder. “Y/N, you can always count on me for a shoulder.”

You smiled. “Thanks Sonny. I appreciate that.” With a final wave, Carisi left.

You gave the paperwork in front of you a final look through. Satisfied, you dropped off the paperwork on Liv’s desk before heading out of the precinct and to your apartment.

As you walked down the street, your phone buzzed. Looking at your phone, you frowned. You recognized the 312 number.

It was Lockhart Gardner. You debated answering or letting it go to voicemail. After two more rings, you answered it, curiosity getting the better of you.

“Hello?” You questioned.

“Y/F/N? It’s Diane,” the voice on the other side answered.

“Diane! It’s nice to hear from you. How... how did you get my number?”

You could almost see Diane’s smile, even an hour away. “Kalinda.”

“Of course Kalinda,” you sighed. Lockhart Gardner’s own in-house investigator and a dear friend of Will’s, had her own ways - sometimes not so legal ways - of tracking people down. “Whats going on Diane? Is everything okay?”

The blonde name partner explained that Will had some remaining equity in the firm that they needed to absolve and as his next of kin, you were the one they needed to buy-out.

“Can’t you just email me the paperwork and I will Fed-ex overnight?” You asked wearily as you approached your apartment.

“No, unfortunately it needs to be done in person,” Diane explained. “With all the remaining partners present.”

You groaned. “Okay, I will see what flights are available. I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon.”

“Don’t worry about the flight dear. I’ll take care of it,” Diane replied.

Just as you were about to thank her, a thought occurred to you. “Diane, is Will’s name coming off the door?”

Diane sighed. “There was some talk about it. Particularly from David. But we voted to leave Will’s name. He and I did start the firm after all.”

You thanked Diane before ending the call. Finally, you reached your apartment. Your phone buzzed again. You groaned. ‘What now could Diane want?’ you wondered.

[Rafael, 6:47 PM]: You free?

You debated your response. You watched three dots appear on your phone. They stopped and then appeared again.

[Rafael, 6:48 PM]: If so, want to grab dinner?

[Y/N, 6:49 PM]: I am wiped. Not feeling too hot. Rain check?

[Rafael, 6:51 PM]: Of course.

You felt bad but you really were exhausted. You also very anxious about your appointment. You decided to play your cards to your chest. Once you had your appointment, you could make whatever moves needed to be made. Further, you now how to get ready for a day trip to Chicago.

You plopped on the couch and turned on the television. Before you could help it, you dozed off.

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Long Way Home, Ch. 1

Rafael x Reader. CW: angst, gun violence, death of a loved one. Eventually language & smutty goodness. AU The Good Wife - for background - for those who didn’t watch, all you need to know really is that the amazing Josh Charles played Will Gardner on the Good Wife and he was killed off in season 5 (WAH!) He was a name partner at Lockhart Gardner, and the show was set in Chicago.

You sighed, taking in the empty apartment before you. It seemed so different empty.

“Mrs. Gardner? Anything else?” the burly mover asked interrupting your thoughts. You looked at him blankly before shaking your head, back into reality. “Ms. Y/L/N,” you corrected gently.

“Sorry, ma’am,” the mover apologized, taking note of your ring-less left hand. “Must’ve been a jerk.”

You hummed again, neither agreeing or disagreeing with him before turning to face the empty apartment once more. A breeze entered through the sole window that was open and you shivered. The necklace with your deceased husband’s wedding band felt heavy and you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You dug into your jeans and pulled out the key to the apartment you shared with your husband - correction - dead husband- ‘was there a term for that?’ you wondered. You placed the key on the breakfast bar and shut the door.

“Goodbye Chicago,” you whispered. “Goodbye Will.”

****

About three and a half hours later, you were thrust back into the hum-drum that was JFK International Airport in Jamaica, Queens. ‘Home,’ you thought. Well, it had been for a long time until you decided to go to Northwestern University for undergraduate studies. You settled in Chicago after graduation, working at various agencies before getting your JD at Pritzker. It was after you received your degree that you started at Reddick, Boseman, & Kolstad before meeting the charming Will Gardner while being deposed as opposing counsel on a case you were investigating. Five years later, you two were happily married - both unaware of the tragedy that would befall just months later.

After grabbing your bag from the carousel, you decided to take the commuter rail to the subway, cutting your trip to Manhattan proper by an hour. Observing the outside world passing you from your seat, you felt very much like a tourist rather than a native. Chicago, like New York City, was very much an active city - but the vibe was very much different.

Hopping on the subway headed downtown, you wondered if anything would change. Your heart was heavy, and you recalled the events that occurred just two months prior.

*****

You furrowed your brow at the phone call coming through. It was Diane Lockhart, the co-managing partner of your husband’s firm.

You hit decline surreptitiously as you were in a meeting. The phone buzzed again and again, you saw Diane’s name. You hit decline again, trying to focus your attention back to your meeting. A few minutes later, you saw your assistant through the glass partition and you sighed. You motioned her to come in and you could see she was visibly upset.

“Y/F/N - Diane Lockhart is on the phone.”

“I can’t,” you began but your assistant shook her head.

“You need to take this call. It’s about Will.”

Excusing yourself, you took the call. You felt the floor give way and your wails filled the office.

*****

Blinking back the tears that brimmed your eyes, you focused back to the present. The subway lurched to a stop, and you realized you were at your stop. You bounded up the stairs back to the city before you and headed towards your new apartment on Broome Street.

Your phone buzzed and it was your sister-in-law - former, sister-in-law, you corrected yourself.

[Audrey, 3:44 PM: Landed safely?]

[Y/N, 3:46 PM: Yes. At new place]

[Audrey, 3:47 PM: Okay. Let’s talk soon. I miss you.]

You began to reply, when another text popped up.

[Audrey, 3:48 PM: Did you change your name on Facebook?!]

You groaned, feeling your head begin to pound. Instead of finishing your text, you deleted it and shoved your phone back into your bag.

After meeting with the building owner and getting a tour of your new apartment and its amenities, you decided to head back outside in search of food.

As you continued to walk, you heard the voices of children shrieking and laughing. Seeing that you were at a park, you entered, looking for a change in scenery while you continued hunting for food. You watched some children swing, while others ran around the elaborate jungle gym.

You leaned back against the chain link fence, wistfully watching the pure innocence in front of you.

“Ow! Ow!” A small boy began to wail, and instinctively you rushed over.

“Are you okay?” You questioned kneeling down, giving him a quick once over. “Where are you hurt?”

“My knee,” the boy sobbed. You looked at his knee that had a surface scratch and a goose egg developing.

“You’re okay,” you consoled him. “Just a small scratch. Are you alone? What’s your name?”

Just at that moment, a man clad in a suit jogged up to the two of you. “Noah! Are you okay?”

You looked up at the man in the suit. You stood and threw your hands up, automatically in defense. “Uh, your son fell. He’s okay.”

“Rafa’s not my dad. He’s my uncle,” Noah replied looking up at you with a toothy grin. “I’m fine,” he continued, forgetting about his injured knee. “Can I go back to playing?”

“Oh,” you replied. “Well, I think you gave your uncle quite a scare.”

“He did,” Rafael sighed, pressing the bridge of his nose. “Five more minutes Noah - ten cuidado!”

“I’ll let you get back to him,” you trailed, hitching your purse back onto your shoulder.

“Rafael Barba.”

“I’m sorry?” You replied, facing Rafael.

“My name. Rafael Barba.”

You gave him a small smile and rocked on your heels. “Y/F/N, Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.”

You watched Noah climb the monkey bars with ease. “Sweet kid you’ve got there.”

Rafael smiled. “Thanks. He had a tough start.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you replied, shoving your hands into your pockets.

A quietness fell over the two of you as you watched Noah. You reached for your cellphone again, and your keys clattered on the ground. Rafael picked them up and handed them to you, but not before running his thumb on the keyfob from Lockhart-Gardner.

“Lockhart-Gardner,” he murmured. “Great firm. A shame what happened to that lawyer.”

Your breath hitched. It hadn’t dawned on you that news of the shooting would make it all the way to the east coast. “Uh, yeah,” you replied quietly.

“Are you a lawyer?” Rafael inquired.

“In-house investigator,” you replied. “Or was,” you corrected. “Know anyone hiring?” You continued half joking.

“Actually,” Rafael replied, “I am.”

“Come again?” You asked. “You’re hiring an investigator?”

Rafael fished out his business card and handed it to you. “I am an Assistant District Attorney. I work with the Special Victims Unit, and I am in need of a new legal investigator. Call my office and speak with Carmen, my paralegal.”

“Thanks, will do,” you replied, placing his card in your purse back with your keys. “I better get going.”

Rafael smiled at you and you began to pivot, but you turned back around. “Sorry, do you know a good place to eat around here?”

Rafael’s brows furrowed. “Anything in particular?”

“Anything,” you replied.

“There’s a great sandwich shop two blocks over. Chipilo. Get the Italian sub.”

You nodded. “Thanks again.” You gave him a small wave. “Have a great day.”

Rafael nodded. As you walked away, you heard him call out. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

You looked behind you and gave another small wave before continuing on your way.

{TBC}

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Long Way Home, Ch.5

Reader x Barba. AU Law & Order SVU x The Good Wife. References to S3,E.21 & S5,E.15

Tags: @sass-and-suspenders @madpanda75 @tropes-and-tales @dreila03 @imtherealriodallas @glimmerglittergirl - anyone else just ask 💓

CW: smut galore - def NSFW.

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Pressing your body against Rafael’s, you returned his kiss. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck as his tongue dueled yours. Rafael’s hands ran up the sides of your body before briefly stopping your rib cage before making way to your breasts. His hands grazed the undersides before dropping back down to your hips, resting there.

Rafael broke the kiss, making his way to your exposed neck. His tongue trailed along your neck before sucking at the dip where neck and shoulder met. You whimpered as you craned your neck to give further access. Rafael placed kisses back up your neck before meeting your lips once more. You were having a sensory overload: Rafael’s cologne was woodsy and he tasted like a mixture of coffee and mint. It was hedonic and you lost yourself in the warm pleasurable sensations that overtook your body.

You started to paw at Rafael’s shirt when his hands stopped you. Rafael looked at you, your lips pink and swollen, your cheeks flushed. “No.”

A look of hurt flashed across your face. “I... “ you began but were unable to find the right words.

“Not here,” Rafael expanded with a soft smile. “My place.” He waited a beat before continuing, “If that’s okay with you.”

Your lips formed a silent oh and you nodded. “Okay,” you agreed. “Your place.”

Rafael grabbed his belongings and you followed him out of One Hogan Place. It had started to pour outside; the city smelled of petrichor. Though Rafael only lived a few blocks over, you both still got caught in the downpour. The two of you had your clothes sticking to your skin.

You followed Rafael into his apartment building and into the elevator. After pressing the button for his floor, he backed you against the wall, kissing you once more. You ran your hands through his wet hair, gently tugging. One of Rafael’s hands made its way between your legs and rubbed. “Oh, Rafael,” you moaned in between kisses, pressing against him eagerly.

The elevator dinged interrupting the interlude. Rafael took you by the hand and wordlessly led you to his apartment. Once inside, Rafael turned on the light and you took in the apartment before you. It was freakishly spotless and you wondered if you had entered a living ad for Architectural Digest. A huge painting of women depicted as a cross between birds and mermaids hung over the couch, and you recognized it as a Roberto Fabelo piece.

“Do you want something to drink?” Rafael asked, interrupting your thoughts. For a second you almost agreed but thought better of it and shook your head.

“You don’t mind if I do?” Rafael asked, loosening the knot on his tie.

“Go ahead,” you encouraged him as he made his way to his bar cart. Rafael tossed his jacket and tie onto his couch. You took in the rest of the apartment. “Nice place,” you complimented.

His back to you, Rafael poured what you assumed was scotch or whiskey or some other hard liquor. “Thanks,” he replied. He turned around and raised the drink to his lips but he paused at the sight of you.

You had stripped most of your clothes off, just now in a camisole and panties. The camisole was now near sheer, wet from the rain. Because you were also cold, your nipples cut through, hard as small rocks.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it, clearing his throat.

“Take me to bed,” you ordered quietly. Rafael downed his drink in one gulp, tossing the glass to the side where it landed with a clatter.

Rafael approached you like if you were stalked prey and kissed you, hard. You jumped into his embrace and wrapped your legs around him and he carried you towards his bedroom where you both fell onto his bed as a heap of tangled limbs.

Rafael rolled, so you were under him and he raised your arms above your head and pinned you. You searched Rafael’s eyes, which were blown with lust. You could feel Rafael’s erection pressing against you. You squirmed against him, raising your hips.

Rafael sat up, and rested back on his heels. He slipped off his began unbuttoning his cuffs, then made way to his shirt. You sat up, leaning back on your arms and bit your lip.

Now shirtless, Rafael leaned back down, shifting his body over you. He cupped your face and moved a stray hair from your face. “Are you sure this is okay?”

You nodded. “Yes, I want this,” you replied shakily. “I...I haven’t been with anyone since Will.”

Rafael pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay; if at anytime you want to stop, just say so.”

You nodded. Rafael began placing kisses down your neck, to the top of your chest. He yanked down the top of your camisole, exposing your breasts. Rafael’s tongue swirled over a nipple, causing you to moan. He cupped your other breast, using his index finger and thumb to pinch the other nipple. You arched your back as he continued to move lower, raising the hem to expose your abdomen. Rafael dipped his tongue into your navel before continuing to make his way down to between your legs. You parted your legs wantonly. Rafael inhaled your scent before pushing your panties to the side. One arm draped over you, pinning you to the bed. Rafael used his free hand to open your glistening folds. “My, my,” Rafael purred. “So wet.”

You writhed under his hot breath, your heart was pounding in your chest, bracing for the inevitable. You cried out as Rafael began his oral ministrations, his tongue lapping and sucking you. Rafael traced you with his tongue, flicking it against your lips. He pressed the tip of his nose on your swollen clit, and moved his head to the side so he could slip a finger inside of you. His nose rubbed your clit as he lazily fucked you with his finger. You groaned, gripping the sheets. You could feel yourself soaking the sheets underneath you. “Fuck, Rafael, don’t stop.”

Rafael paused his actions causing you to whine. “I could eat you for hours,” Rafael he confessed huskily before resuming his actions. You grabbed at your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Another finger slipped inside. You pushed against Rafael’s hand, trying to somehow get him deeper. “Rafael, oh Rafa...” you cried out as your walls tightened against his digits. Rafael was relentless, continuing to fuck you with his hand, while continuing to suck on your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came, chanting Rafael’s name. Rafael continued to lap at you as you rode out your orgasm. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and placed chaste kisses along your still quivering thighs.

“My turn,” you sat up and pushed Rafael onto his back. You kissed Rafael, tasting yourself on his tongue. You reached now and palmed Rafael’s erection through his trousers. “Too many clothes,” you murmured. Rafael took the hint and unbuttoned his pants before raising his hips to ditch them and his boxers.

You hummed in appreciation at the sight of Rafael’s hard cock. Meeting Rafael’s eyes, you took him in your mouth. Rafael groaned. You bobbed up and down on his length, using your hand to assist in jerking him. You ran your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had oozed out. Rafael’s head fell back moaning and a hand pressed on your head, encouraging you to continue. Lifting his cock gently, you ran your tongue on the underside, at the spot where the head met the shaft and you sucked on it. Rafael’s head fell forward and you locked eyes as you continued. Rafael stroked your cheek, as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. You pressed your hands on his thighs and you could feel the tension in his muscles. Knowing you had such an effect on him, spurned you on.

“Fuck, y/n, fuck,” Rafael groaned. You chuckled and pulled off with a wet pop. Rafael’s eyes narrowed. “Tease.”

“I couldn’t have you coming just yet, counselor,” you purred before kissing him once more. You pulled away briefly, your face serious. “You have condoms right?”

Rafael nodded. “I do, top drawer.” You leaned over and reached into his nightstand. As you did so, Rafael massaged your ass, before slightly dipping a finger into your pussy. You moaned softly, as you grabbed a condom. Rafael continued to lazily finger fuck you as you ripped the foil open. Rafael slipped his fingers out and made a show of cleaning them before he grabbed the condom. Rafael unrolled the latex onto his member before shifting his body so he was squared on top of you. “Oh yes,” you squeezed your eyes shut and hissed at the feeling of Rafael’s cock rubbing against your most sensitive region.

“You sure you’re okay?” Rafael asked gently, stirring you from your reverie. You nodded but then pushed on his chest for a second.

“Just nervous,” you admitted. Rafael nodded and cupped your cheek. “I’ll take my time.”

“Extra lube?” You asked. Rafael nodded and handed you a small bottle of lube. Once that was squared away, Rafael re-positioned himself at your entrance. Bracing himself on his forearms, he pushed into you. You cried out and wrapped your legs around his hips. Rafael’s thrusts were slow initially but once you gave the okay sign, he began to thrust harder into you.

“Yes, oh yes, you take my cock so good,” Rafael groaned. Beads of sweat dropped off his body and onto you. You braced your hands on Rafael’s arms as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

“Oh yes,” you moaned. “Harder.” Rafael complied, speeding up his pace. The headboard rattled against the wall as Rafael continued to fuck you. You raised your hips to meet his thrusts.

“So close,” Rafael panted. “On top, please,” he pleaded, rolling your bodies so you were on top. You leaned back, your breasts heaving as you rode Rafael. He reached up and grabbed your breasts, squeezing. Bracing yourself on one arm on a thigh, you used your free hand to reach down to rub yourself. Rafael shooed your hand away, and he used the pad of his thumb to rub circles on your clitoris. You used the opportunity to reach around and tug on his balls.

“Coño, Y/N,” Rafael groaned.

“Fuck, Rafael, fuck, I...I...” You babbled incoherently as you felt your orgasm overtake you. Rafael continued to rub you through your orgasm, his thrusting not once unwavering. You shuddered on top of him. The feeling of your bliss was too much for Rafael and he felt his own release approaching.

“Fuck, I am going to come,” groaned Rafael.

“Come for me,” you begged Rafael. Rafael’s thrusting became more erratic and he pulled you down for a kiss. His hips froze and he gripped your hips tightly and he broke the kiss to let out a strangled cry as he came.

You looked at Rafael. “Wow.”

“You can say that again. That was amazing,” Rafael complimented. You moved off of Rafael and he pulled you close to him, so that your head was laying on his chest. Rafael moved slightly to reach around to remove the condom and he tossed it to the trash can on the side.

You ran lazy circles on Rafael’s chest hair and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. The sex with Rafael had been amazing; however, you felt an enormous weight over you. Rafael fell asleep shortly; but you remained awake, unsettled and unsure as to what the future would hold.