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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Fortuitous Reunion Ch 11

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, hurt/comfort, continuing coping with emotional/physical trauma, but briefly, and lots of soft supportive partners.

After a week of readjusting to being back in the apartment, being slightly back to real life, you felt like things might just go back to normal easier than you’d expected. Olivia had set up a meeting with Huang for you, and thanks to your previous work relationship, you easily welcomed him into your home. Rita kissed your cheek, giving you the privacy of the apartment, using the time to run a few errands while you talked things over.

You knew your career relied on you getting back to work in a respectable timely manner, and you knew how these things went, not holding anything back as Huang led you through a line of questioning, letting you get it all out. It was emotional and raw as all hell, you still wished you’d never have to share these memories with anyone, but you knew it was for the better. Huang was soft and gentle, offering you support and whatever else you may have needed while you traced through the events of the day, much like you’d watched him with patients before. By the end of it, he had a specific therapist selected for you to see every couple of weeks, and deemed that once you were physically cleared, you were able to return to work (that Rita very heavily reminded you was to be at Mercy, you countered saying you weren’t planning on going near a prison ward ever again).

You were incredibly thankful for the fact that she had taken time off work while you healed, though you assured her it wasn’t needed. In return, she assured you that it was, that you deserved to be taken care of, especially in times like this. She regularly had your meds waiting for you in the morning, more than willing to help you apply whatever ointments to wounds in hopes that they wouldn’t scar. There was a part of you that was horribly ashamed to even let her see your body anymore, not that it was bad, but the burns and cuts littered more of your skin than you’d wished. She always assured you that she loved you, without words, each time she helped you reach the ones you couldn’t get to, her lips softly meeting your skin, the way she’d gently hold you to her. The first night you’d been home from the hospital you practically refused to undress in front of her, she cupped your cheeks feather light and reminded you that she would love you no matter what, it didn’t matter if you were scarred physically, emotionally, whatever happened in that twenty four hours didn’t matter to her, she loved you more than anything in the entire world and she always would. She didn’t care how long it took you to be comfortable with being intimate, all she cared about was that you were not only alive, but hers. And you loved her even more for it.

The time together was mainly spent sleeping, buried in each other’s arms on the couch, trying every possible takeout joint you could find. You got through more than enough of your backlogged t.v and movie marathons. Rita relished in having the break from work, which she didn’t expect, not one moment of being home with you did she miss the fire of the courtroom, the drama of defending someone who she knew was guilty. It was a new level of love for your relationship as she watched you heal, ever happy to help as much as she could while still letting your be independent.

A couple of weeks after you’d been home and finally were settled into things, you’d arranged for Sophie to come over. You were incredibly excited to see her and to try and work through what you both went through, whether that meant drinking some wine and not talking about it, or ugly crying over it you weren’t quite sure yet. Rita had suggested lunch, half catered, half made by her while you rested, knowing that there was no doubt Sonny would be tagging along. At this point she still hating letting you out of her sight while you used the bathroom and she figured he was the same. If he wasn’t invited there was no doubt in her mind he’d either be pacing the hallway or making best friends with the doorman while he waited outside, his badge and gun on full display.

You were fresh out of the shower, wrapped in leggings and one of Rita’s old Harvard sweatshirts, your hair still damp as you wrapped around her. Nuzzling against her neck while she finished at the stove, you kissed at her neck.

“Smells delicious.” Your lips met her skin again, “you been holdin’ out on me all these years?” She laughed, turning in your arms, pecking you gently.

“Turns out when I actually have time on my hands I remember how much Iike cooking.”

“Mm..” you kissed her lips, “remind me to make you take more days off.” You teased, pulling a laugh from her.

“We’ll have to see about that.” She smiled, kissing the tip of your nose. She turned you in her arms so she could continue cooking while she wrapped around your body, “how’re you feeling?”

“Good.” You gave her wrist a squeeze, “shouldn’t be long before the ribs are healed. I’m already down on the pain meds. And..it’s been a few nights since any nightmares.”

“Good.” She pecked your cheek, unable to avoid the smile as you coerced her into a deeper kiss. You cupped at the back of her head, the curve of her lips evident against yours as you giggled into the kiss. You let out a sigh of annoyance as a knock at the door interrupted your make out session. Sure, you were excited to see Sophie finally, but you also were beginning to crave more intimate moments with your fiancée. You pecked her lips quickly, stroking her cheek before moving from the stove to the door, pulling it open.

“Hey!” You greeted brightly, letting the two of them into your apartment.

“Hey doll.” Sonny pulled you into a tight hug, ever thankful that you were okay, and honestly, that you had killed the bastard that had hurt his girl. You vocally winced at the tightness of his arms and Rita was quick to cut in from the kitchen in your defence.

“Watch her ribs!” Sonny’s arms immediately dropped from you, a shamed and apologetic look on his face.

“Shit, sorry.”

“S’okay.” You replied. Your attention was much more warranted by your best friend right now, who launched into your arms, careful to wrap them more around your neck than your injured torso.

“Hi.” She murmured against you.

“Hi.” You replied, burying yourself into her for a long moment before pulling back, a crystal of tears in your eyes, “you okay?”

“I will be.” She gave you a warm smile that you returned.

“Me too.” You pecked her cheek gently, “come in!”

“Thanks for havin’ us Counsellor.” Carisi greeted, pulling a laugh from the other three of you.

“You’re not at work!” You swatted his arm.

“Uh, sorry…Ms Calhoun.” Rita laughed at that, turning to the entry way with a smile on her face,

“You’re in my apartment, you can call me Rita.”

“Sorry, it’s just…”

“Weird I know.” She countered, “now c’mon, I hear you’re a whiz in the kitchen, help me finish this up.” Sonny kissed Sophie on the cheek softly before ducking into the kitchen, giving the two of you a moment together,

“I never realized your place was so nice.” She started.

“Yeah well..the bonus of defence money.” You half teased, “you wanna see the view?”

“Uh..of course!” She shot back and you headed out onto the terrace.

It was larger than the lower floors, patio furniture and a handful of plants decorated the space, fairy lights trailed along the railing (your insistence) that got turned on when you and Rita would spend the evening out there. You and Sophie settled into the comfy chairs, the view of the city spread out in front of you as you started to talk things over.

You both relayed apologies to each other over what had happened to the other person. Sophie was adamant that what happened to her wasn’t your fault. She’d talked to Amanda a couple of times, who was the original person to arrest Lewis, and she knew that as soon as she was anywhere near his hospital room that she was at risk. Sonny and Rita very apologetically briefly interrupted your talk as they dropped off lunch and hefty glasses of wine, leaving you to talk in privacy. It didn’t take long for the two of you to end up half crying in each other’s arms. You’d both gone through hell at the hands of the same man, and honestly, it helped a hell of a lot to talk to someone about everything that wasn’t your therapists. As much as your respective partners knew, both of you felt somewhat awkward telling them the details, and being able to truly open up to someone who you not only loved, but who had experienced the horrors you had…it helped. Plus, you hadn’t seen each other in weeks and nothing could make you as giddy as your best friend, no matter the circumstances.

Sonny and Rita sat at the kitchen island, food and wine infront of them much like yourselves, their gazes normally trained on you as they exchanged mild awkward small talk.

“I know…it sounds horrible to say, but I’m glad they have each other ta’ help through this.” Sonny broke the silence, Rita glanced up at him.

“Me too.” She sighed over a sip of wine, “I get that she doesn’t want to talk to me about it. I would never be able to understand what she went through, and I know she doesn’t want me thinking less of her. I just hate seeing her this hurt, I mean, the scars are one thing, but the emotional trauma is a whole different level.” She never expected herself to open up to someone like Sonny, a cop, an SVU cop, if anyone maybe Oliva, but his experience was so close to hers that it hurt.

“She’ll be okay.” Carisi’s voice was suddenly softer, his hand squeezing at her wrist, “things will go back to normal soon, Huang has them both seeing great therapists.”

“It’s more than that.” She busied herself with a scoop of food, “I’m worried I won’t be enough for her anymore.”

“Rita..” he shocked both of them by the use of her first name, “I’ve never met someone who was more in love than Y/N. Even before I knew it was you, when it was just Soph’s best friend, I knew there was no chance they weren’t endgame.”

“Can I ask you something…personal?” She quirked a brow, gulping back a sip of wine.

“Sure.”

“You don’t have to answer and I know it hasn’t been that long but…I’m still so unsure how to approach it.” She took a shaky sigh, “have….you breached the topic of intimacy?” Rita winced, gulping back more wine.

“I-uh…” Carisi flushed, “I’ve left that up to Soph….whenever she’s ready, and whatever she’s ready for, she’s in charge. I…I thought Lewis’ didn’t…”

“His hand still did….” Rita admitted, the relief practically floating of her shoulders as the admission.

“I had no idea, I’m so sorry.”

“Me too.” She half sniffled, “I just want her to be safe, for her to feel safe, to protect her….”

“Hey..you did everythin’ ya could. Trust me, the way y/n talks about you, there’s nothing more in the world she loves more than you.”

“Thanks Carisi.” She half teased, topping up their wine glasses.

“Can I ask ya somethin’?” Sonny glanced her way, knowing she’d had her chance, now it was his.

“Course.”

“Did…you know she was Benson’s daughter when you two got together?” Rita let out a hearty laugh at that, echoing through the room.

“No!” She replied with a smile on her face, “I just knew she was a cute nurse. I didn’t find out for two years. It’s not like I went out with the plan to get with Liv’s kid.”

“I was just curious.” He did his best to hide his flushed cheeks. The sudden knock on the door pulled the attention from their conversation.

“You mind grabbing that?” Rita asked as she fetched new bottle of wine, knowing you and Sophie would need top ups, “it’s probably Liv, only so many people can get past the doorman.”

It was swiftly she moved through the house onto the balcony, refilling your glasses of wine, accepting the soft kiss you pulled her in to before she moved back into the apartment. She was slightly surprised to see Rafael toeing off his shoes in the entry way.

“You really let him into your apartment?” He teased, gesturing towards Carisi.

“Oh be nice.” She retorted, “you know my fiancee’s best friend’s with his girl.” Carisi nearly felt his heart swell at he statement, “why’re you here?”

“I figured I should come check on my friend.” He hugged her softly, pecking at her cheek, “you doin’ okay?”

“We’re getting by.” Rita smiled, “you want a glass?” She asked, gesturing to the bottle in her hand. Rafael enthusiastically agreed, and the three in the kitchen soon fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. It didn’t take long for Rafael’s company to bring up Sonny about the take the bar, and before he knew it, the two lawyers were spewing information at him nearly faster than he could take it.

The sound of the patio door sliding open pulled the three of them from their trance as you and Sophie made your way back into the apartment.

“Barba?” Your brow quirked, “I didn’t realize dinner was a free for all.” You teased.

“You’ve trained her well I see.” He quipped back as you moved into Rita’s arms.

“I have to side with her,” you replied, “she is my wife.” Rita’s heart swelled at the use of the word, the first time you’d ever said it and she felt like she might just explode.

“Future wife darling.” She corrected, laughing at your heavy sigh, kissing at your forehead.

“I shouldn’t have to wait for some silly piece of paper if I want to call you my wife. I’ve already got the ring.” You smiled, kissing her softly. “Can Soph and Son stay for dinner? Maybe get some pizza or something?”

“Of course my love.” Rita kissed your nose softly, her attention returning to Carisi, “you’re the foodie, order whatever you want for all of us.”

“You sure Counsellor?” She laughed at his response.

“I’ve already told you yes, and what I don’t want to pay for Rafael can cover.” She teased, laughing at the way he scowled at her words.

Though it didn’t matter how much it cost him, he was impeccably happy to see his friend happy. And with you snuggled up against her, the smile and laugh evident on your cheeks, there was no way Rita was unhappy. She loved you more than anyone could imagine, even herself.

That night wasn’t one that any of you expected, the five of you delving into pizza and trashy t.v. Despite knowing Rafael was one of Rita’s closest friends, it was still hilarious to see him indulging in Real Housewives and too many glasses of wine. You couldn’t help but laugh as you snuggled against Rita,your smile nearly hurting your cheeks as she caressed your arm. Everytime you gaze met Sophie’s you knew she was feeling the exact same, you may have both been through a hell of a lot, but you had the greatest support systems you could ever imagine helping you through it.

Eventually the night came to a close, the painkillers you took with dinner pulling a large yawn from you. Rita was incredibly quick to usher the company from the apartment. You sleepily hugged Sophie, telling her to text you before curling against Rita as she bid goodbye to the rest of your guests. Once the door was shut she kissed you with incredible softness, telling you to go get ready for bed as she cleaned up. You pouted, but obeyed, changing and brushing your teeth before crawling into bed, awaiting your love.

Once she slipped under the blankets in the darkness with you you were magnetized to her form, your very sleepy self curling around her body, nuzzling against her neck. Rita kissed your head softly,her free arm stroking down your back.

“I love you” you murmured, kissing her shoulder, “more than you could imagine.”

“Mmm” she sighed, kissing your head softly, “but I can darling. Because I love you just as much.” Her lips hit your head once more before you were asleep, and it wasn’t long before she was out, knowing that you were happy, safe and loved.

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daddydoddsjr · 1 year

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If you made a scale of Law and Order (and/or SVU) lawyers based on "most to least likely to get jealous" what would it look like?

Pairings || SVU lawyers x GN!Reader

Warnings || Jealousy ofc, anger, mentions of NSFW

Authors Note || just doing some SVU characters in order of least to most likely— this post kept glitching so hopefully when i post it posts normal?

6. Peter Stone

I feel like he wouldn’t care

But in a ‘I know I’m amazing and I have no reason to be jealous’

Just cocky

5. Alex Cabot

Not cocky, but still doesn’t get jealous

Doesn’t have much a reason to

And doesn’t want to waste time being jealous

She trusts that nothing will happen anyways

4. Casey Novak

Feels the hits of jealously/anger but doesn’t react much at first

But if something makes her jealous, she’s good at voicing it outright

And she’s blunt about it so you know exactly how she feels

3. Rafael Barba

Silent jealous type— but easily jealous nonetheless

Another man even tries to check you out or flirt with you?

He’s immediately jealous and protectively holding your hip tightly

Might let out some of his jealousy frustrations during sex

2. Sonny Carisi

Sonny is definitely a bit more jealous than he lets on

Someone is flirting with his person?

Absolutely seething on the inside, normal on the outside

Definitely has a hand on you somewhere (your thigh, lower back, hand, etc)

1. Rita Calhoun

Vocal about it and you can tell how completely angry jealousy makes her

Very protective of you and jealously comes easily

Fights sometimes happen due to this, but she’s not necessarily mad at you, just made at who made her jealous

Jealous sex jealous sex jealous sex

i love rita calhoun so much and i need more sapphic fics with her

#rita calhoun #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #law and order fanfic #law and order #law and order svu #svu #casey novak #casey novak x reader #peter stone #peter stone x reader #rita calhoun x reader

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mickey-gomez · 7 months

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Gentle

Chapter 8 of Fade Into You

Warnings/tags: Fluff, soft smut,

Pairing: Rita/Reader

A/N: Picks up right after Chapter 7, click through for a refresher, because it’s been a year a while since I’ve updated. Covers the “Oh fuck. Do that again.” square of @prentiss-theorem’s bingo. It’s a rush job, partially because I wanted to at least attempt to participate in bingo, and partially because I’m sick of this story and not updating.

Brief summary of why I haven’t updated.

Where last night had been frantic, fast and rough, and so very desperate. The dawn that this morning brought was a stark contrast, soft and gentle, both of you finally allowing yourselves to show your vulnerability, without hesitation. Your eyes were glued to the others’ as you watched the swirls of pleasure darken them, soft words fanning your necks as your pupils dilated, and lips parted.

It was so very different from the night prior, where your eyes had been scrunched so tightly shut, or looking away, focusing on something else, out of some innate need to protect yourself.

It was as if Rita could read your mind, that last night she knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed, without you even having to hint at it, you hadn’t needed to speak or contort your bodies, she just knew. This morning was no different, as your guard lowered to allow her to see you fully like this, soft kisses and intense gazes as you chased your peaks together.

Afterwards as you both laid there, the tips of her fingers travelled up and down your back, no clear path or pattern to the movements, and when they traced over your neck and into the nape where your hair met, you moaned softly and shivered against her.

She leaned in, as her hand wrapped itself in your hair, softly tugging against the roots as she started kissing and sucking against the skin below your ear, every so often delivering a bite before soothing over the mark with her tongue.

And later when she laid her knees next to your head, arching her back as your nails ran down her toned stomach, you’d never thought you’d seen anything so beautiful. The sun rose above the curtains and the windows, through the clouds and buildings, casting a luminous orange glow over the room, and the two of you.

The light pierced through the windows as she came undone, on top of you, and that’s when you knew, for certain, you’d never seen anything so beautiful. The glow from the sun spread across her chest as her hands gripped your head tighter and her mouth formed the perfect ‘O’, as she shook above you.

You both let out low laughs when she came down, and rolled over next to you, swollen lips meeting for kisses as your eyelids leisurely closed, soft breaths as you fell asleep once more.

When you finally roused that morning, you did so with a lopsided grin on your face, the images of the night gone, and the early morning just been, flashing through your mind. A shiver travelled up your spine as your body remembered what she had done to it. The feeling of her tongue and hands as they memorised the length of you.

You rolled over, expecting to find her asleep beside you, instead finding the sheets pulled back and no sign of her. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, sitting up, and craning your neck towards the door, listening for any sounds of life on the other side. You stretched out, raising your arms and rolling your neck. That’s when you spotted the note on the bedside table, ‘Gone to get breakfast. Be back soon x’. You smiled and breathed a short sigh of relief that she hadn’t panicked and left you here. You laughed silently to yourself and shook your head, of course she hadn’t fled and left you in her own apartment.

You walked into the ensuite and as the bright overhead lights clicked on, and you were met with your reflection in the mirror, you gasped at the sight of the purple hues of bruising that were so vivid on your chest and neck. You traced your fingers over them, feeling where teeth and lips had met skin.

You took a moment to comb your fingers through your hair, settling it, sweeping it to one side and over one shoulder. You turned your head ever so slightly, as the light bounced off the mark she’d left on your neck, you circled it delicately with the tip of your finger, remembering the feeling of it, and how you desperately wanted her to leave more.

After freshening up, you reached for the first piece of clothing you saw, Rita’s oxford button down that laid neatly across the armchair in the corner. Slipping it on and buttoning the bottom buttons up until they stopped at your sternum.

When you walked out and down the hallway, you almost jumped out of your skin when you saw her seated at the kitchen island, demitasse cup in one hand, newspaper in the other.

“You’re awake” she smiled softly as she set aside the paper and cup, leaning forward and resting her head in her hand as she looked over at you.

“Well I was cold, and lonely.” you yawned “Why’d you let me sleep so long?”

“Seemed like you needed it.” She shrugged, then she drank you in, noting the tiredness under your eyes and the third yawn that escaped you as you stood there, leaning against the counter. “You get used to the long hours, don’t worry.”

“Thanks” You reached over to the sink, grabbing your glass from the night prior, rinsing it before filling it from the tap, trying not to gulp down the water. “Somehow I don’t think the reason I’m tired is because of work.” If you weren’t paying attention, you would have missed the quick flash of her lips that turned into a smirk, and the way her eyes flashed fleetingly with something that resembled a frantic mix of excitement and smug pride.

“Lonely huh?” she raked her eyes over you. The tension between the two of you was building again, like it had done last night, and for years prior, like a bubble waiting to burst. “Do you want coffee?” you heard her ask it, but it was faint, your mind elsewhere, you took a breath and blinked, shaking your head lightly, and when you met her eyes again, you simply smiled quickly and nodded.

You turned your head, looking for the pot, and your eyes widened when you saw that she had an actual espresso machine, and not a drip one like you were used to. “I don’t know how to use that” you pointed and she laughed.

Rounding the island, coming to stand behind you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she leant in and kissed your neck, and then the spot just below your ear. “I’ll show you” she whispered and you broke out with goosebumps when her breath hit your neck, and her words lingered on your skin.

She put her hands on your hips, gently moving you out of the way, and you could hardly focus, your stomach doing somersaults every time she touched you. You tugged on the bottom of your shirt, pulling it down to cover the tops of your thighs before hopping up onto the island, crossing your legs as you watched her. The marble was cold under the bare skin of your thighs, and sobered you momentarily, like plunging into the ice.

“Milk?” she hummed out in question as she flitted around, pulling out the beans and turning on the machine.

“Please” you answered before the whirring sounds of the machine and grinder filled the room. You took her in, your eyes tracing all the way up her frame, glued to the sway of her hips, the perfect curves she possessed, and her long hair that cascaded down her back. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder and she simpered, looking pleased with herself, much like she always did.

“Are you paying attention?”

“Hmm?” you ran the pad of your thumb over your lips and when you looked up to find her looking intently at you, a perfect smirk plastered on her face, you blushed and ducked your head down.

You uncrossed your legs when she turned, mug in her hand, wrist outstretched as she presented it to you. You took it from her, your fingers running over hers when you gripped the handle. She looked down at your thighs, and then back up at you, taking a few steps until you uncrossed your legs and she was standing in between them. Your breath hitched in your throat when she ran her palms over the bare skin.

“Nice shirt” She ran her hands further up your thighs, gripped down, as you sipped from your mug, she stopped abruptly when she reached the crease where they ended and your hips began. Realisation on her face when her fingers felt what was missing, “You’re not wearing…” she trailed off, and you placed the mug down on the counter, biting your lip as you felt the tension begin to bubble over, and when she swept her eyes up to meet yours, you gave her a coy smile, and that was all it took. She surged up, forcefully claiming your lips with hers.

Your legs wrapped around her waist, reeling her in closer as tongues battled, and lips rolled together. She unbuttoned the shirt and swept the seams off your chest, pulling back, she reached her fingers out, ghosting them over your nipple, watching the way it stiffened as it bloomed, before pinching it. Not hard enough for it to sting or burn underneath her fingertips, just enough for her to amuse herself at the way your body reacted, at the soft moan that escaped your lips, and the way your eyes changed colours as they slowly rolled back.

She trailed her fingers down your chest and stomach, watching the way you reacted, your skin pricking as goosebumps formed. You both let out moans when her fingers entered you, breaths swirling together as they danced between lips and mouths. Your hips rolled in time with the movements of her wrist, and when she pulled them forward deep inside of you, you almost came undone.

“Oh fuck. Do that again.” you sobbed through airy gasps and breaths, and you knew she was smirking, without even having to look at her, the arrogance radiated off her.

“Can you take another?” she husked and you couldn’t speak, a strangled sob leaving your throat as you nodded furiously. “Good girl” she bit your earlobe and in that same moment, flicked her thumb up to your clit. You swore you could have come right in that moment, and as embarrassing as that was, you probably would have, if it wasn’t for her pulling her fingers out, a huff of laughter on your neck as she took in your reaction. “You like it when I call you that, don’t you?” and when you didn’t answer she bit into your neck, into a bruise she’d left the night before. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes.. yes..” you closed your eyes, and bit down on your bottom lip, almost hard enough that it drew blood.

“Open your eyes, I want to watch you when you come.” you moaned involuntarily at that, but kept your eyes firmly closed. She pinched your thigh, forcing your eyes to come flying open, a wicked smile gracing her lips. She eased back into you with three fingers and your mouth flew open, breath hitching in your throat, at the stretch and how amazing it felt, this delicate swirl of pleasure and pain. She stared intently into your eyes and then dropped down to your lips, watching the way they arched as she fucked you.

When she pressed her thumb to your clit, rubbing intently, your eyes rolled back into your skull, screaming out as your entire body convulsed and shook, your hips almost levitating off the counter. You wanted to cry, scream, and even laugh. How was she so good at that?

She pulled her fingers out before you could continue to ruminate on it, drawing your attention back to her standing in front of you. You gripped her wrist, looking at her through hooded lids, raising her hand to your mouth as you cleaned off her fingers, one at a time.

“What am I going to do now?” she murmured, as she watched you take her fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them.

“Hmm?” you were only fractionally listening to her, too consumed on the taste in your mouth and the look on her face as she watched you.

“I still want a taste” she purred, and you simpered as you laid back, blissed out. Wondering if it would always be like this, that every time she touched you, would leave you this breathless, this bone-weary.

“So, dirty talk huh?” she ran the palm of her hand over your stomach, and you could hear the infliction of laughter as she spoke.

“Shut up” you giggled, swatting her hand away. As you laid there, you heard her moving around and then the sound of something being put on the floor in front of you. You sat up, and laughed when you saw it was a stool. She raised her eyebrows at you, smirking as she pulled it forward and sat down, gripping onto your calves as she pulled you forward, and rested them on her shoulders.

“You can try, but I won’t be able to come again so soon.” You murmured softly as you gently wove your hands through her hair. Scratching at her scalp and tugging on her tresses as she kissed up your thighs.

“Yes you can.” she gazed up at you, a smug smile firmly in place as she spoke directly and frankly, even somewhat delicately when she kissed the inside of your thigh, resting her head where she had just kissed, gazing up at you, as if she was asking permission to continue.

“Knock yourself out” you shrugged in disbelief, being polite and not wanting to damage her ego, you expected her to tire herself out after half an hour or just there after, but instead you were shocked, and almost excited, when less than ten minutes later, you were crying out once more, shuddering as you gripped her hands, spilling into her mouth and once more onto her tongue, another wave washing over you.

“So last night was a lot” she spoke softly from her position across from you, leaning against the counter, her eyes not yet meeting yours, staring into the distance as she raised her mug to her lips.

“Pent up sexual frustration, Rita.” you rolled your eyes, and she laughed for a moment before her tone changed, becoming softer and quieter as she looked at you.

“It wasn’t too much was it?” she hesitated “I mean, I should have probably…”

“What?”

“Asked you before I-” Oh, so that’s what she meant. She was skirting around saying it fully aloud, maybe out of some form of prudishness or out of some innate need to protect you, or maybe it was because despite her brash outward demeanour and facade, this was who she truly was at the core of her being, tender and gentle, and maybe just a little demure underneath it all.

“-Strapped me?” you brashly interrupted her, shrugging as you reached for your mug, and she started choking on her own breath, much to your amusement. “You did ask”

“I should have been slower… more gentle… checked in with you more.” she fiddled with the handle of the mug in her hands, and you could recognise the seeds of doubt she was planting in her own head.

“Rita” you said her name gently, coaxing her attention back to you. “If I had wanted that, I would have stopped you, and we would have had a conversation.” you watched as she exhaled and her features softened, some of the tension she was carrying beginning to ease.

“Is that what you really wanted last night? Something more akin to earlier this morning?” you searched her eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the truth, and when she didn’t give you anything, you spoke once more, with more assertion this time. “You told me… well showed me. You showed me what you wanted, it was hot.” she smiled then, and the light in her eyes changed.

“So do you want pancakes?” she asked as she put the now empty mug down, and pushed off the counter to stand in between your legs.

“You made breakfast?” you looked at her perplexingly, she wasn’t, by her own admission, the greatest cook. You winced a little internally at the thought of having to feign interest in whatever she had prepared, or attempted to prepare.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” she laughed “I put an order in at Bubby’s.” and with that admission your stomach settled and you let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Okay, you don’t have to look so relieved.” she huffed, partially annoyed and partially amused.

“Come here” you tugged on her shirt “Thank you for not making breakfast.” you whispered teasingly as you kissed her.

The two of you never managed to leave her apartment over the weekend, seemingly losing track of time. When you weren’t in bed, you both snacked, and ate where you could, take out dropped at the door, pizza consumed on the living room floor.

The nights were spent drinking red wine and listening to her record collection, talking and debating, much like you had done for years, except this time, you couldn’t control yourselves, and neither of you wanted to. You both yearned to learn every part of one another. You’d make it maybe halfway through an album, or a conversation, if you were lucky, before your eyes would consume one another, and your lips would devour the others’.

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hoe4almondmilk · 1 year

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Regret

Rita Calhoun x Reader

warnings: language, descriptions of violence, major injury to a character & i think this considered hurt/comfort with a teaspoon of angst.

an: I’d like to apologize if Rita is a bit ooc, it’s my first time writing her. Please be nice or I’ll cry lol.

The only thing you could hear in Rita’s office was the sound of her coffee cup shatter as it met with the hard marble floor.

“Oh my god.” She said as she almost fell. The only thing holding her up was her arm desperately grabbing her desk for support.

She had just gotten the worst call of her life from your captain Olivia Benson. Olivia had called her and told her you were shot and in critical condition.

Rita quickly grabbed her coat and left her office as fast as she could. She quickly grabbed a ride to Mercy Hospital.

All she could think about on that ride to the hospital was the argument you two had this morning before the both of you left for work. All it was doing was replaying in her head over and over again.

“Rita, you seriously can’t be defending him.” You scoffed as you tied your tennis shoes.

“You and your squad do not know the whole story, (y/n).” Rita looked at you as she stirred her coffee.

“He is a rapist, Rita! You know that! He brutalized that girl!” You stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter.

You and the rest of the SVU squad were working a big case. Ryan Brown, the CEO of one of New York’s largest tech companies had viciously assaulted one of his young interns. You all knew he was guilty except your girlfriend, Rita. His new defense counselor. You understood she had a job to do but you couldn’t help but take this personally. You spent almost 12 hours interrogating him. Countless nights looking over evidence. You all put so much work into this case.

“You know this is just business, (y/n).” Rita tried reassuring you as she tried to put her hand on your shoulder before you pushed it away.

“Is it, Rita?” You replied coldly.

Rita was shocked but also started to get agitated with you. It was still so early and you were badgering her with questions about this case. She was also upset that you seriously believed this was a personal attack. Rita would never do that to you but also her client deserved the right to counsel.

“You know what, I’m going to head out because it is way too early to deal with this.” Rita said as she rolled her eyes. She started to grab her bag as she got ready to leave your shared condo.

“Deal with what? Deal with me?” You said as you continued to argue and follow Rita.

“Yes, deal with you. I should’ve never gotten involved with some rookie NYPD detective who doesn’t know a thing about the law.” Rita snapped. She closed her eyes immediately in regret. She couldn’t believe what she just said to you. She could see the tears well up in your eyes. “I need to go, I’m going to be late.” Rita added trying to keep her composure as she turned around to leave.

“Ma’am, we’re here. Mercy Hospital.” Rita’s driver snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Thank you.” She said as she exited the vehicle to the emergency room. Rita made her way to the waiting room. She immediately spotted Olivia and the squad.

Olivia’s eyes had widened when they met Rita’s “Rita, I-“

“Olivia, what the hell happened.” Rita interrupted Olivia, absolutely furious at how this could even happen.

“We don’t know. She’s in bad shape. She almost bled out in the ambulance, I couldn’t even get her to answer if she saw the shooter before she passed out. ” Olivia said softly. “Her and Rollins were on their way to meet a witness and someone from a window in the building across shot her. ” Olivia added in a broken voice.

“They just shot her?” Rita choked, trying to catch her breath. Her legs felt like jelly. “Where’s the bastard?” Rita asked, her voice colored in anger.

“We’re still looking. We have uni’s and other detectives surveying the perimeter and looking for this guy.” Olivia said, as she took a deep breath.

“You don’t have the person who shot her?” Rita’s voice raised. At this point the squad was walking over to see what was going on. “He shot her in broad daylight and you don’t have anyone? No one saw him?”

“Rita, we’re going to find him.” Olivia tried to calm Rita down.

“Olivia, I don’t care who I have to go through. If (y/n) doesn’t make it, I will sue the NYPD and I will have your badge.” Rita warned before she walked over to talk to the hospital staff about your condition.

“Liv, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t any of our faults.” Amanda placed her hand on Olivia’s shoulder.

“I know… She just needs some time.” Olivia said as she watched Rita sitting alone on the other side of the waiting room.

Nearly five hours had gone by and you were still in surgery. Rita wanted to vomit. She couldn’t lose you. You were everything. Yes, you guys had your arguments about work but you both made it work. Rita wouldn’t have had it any other way. She slumped deeper into the uncomfortable hospital chair. She closed her eyes, hoping she’d wake up from this nightmare.

“You look like you need this.” Olivia handed Rita a cup of coffee.

“Thank you.” Rita whispered, as she took a sip of the coffee.

“Rita, I’m sorry.” Olivia said as she sat in the chair next to her.

“You’re okay. I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Rita turned to look at Olivia. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m just so scared.”

“I know, we are too.” The captain added. “What’s really going on? I get a sense something else is going through your mind”

“Oh, Olivia. Who could fool you?” Rita let out a soft chuckle.

“Tell me.” Olivia insisted. She knew something was going on. Let’s be honest, not very many people can hide their emotions with the queen of empathy.

“(y/n) and I got into it pretty bad this morning over the Brown case. I basically told her I should’ve never gotten involved with her.” The tough defense attorney could feel a tear run down her cheek. She quickly wiped the tear away.

Olivia handed her a handkerchief.

“Thank you.” Rita sniffled.

“Rita, you said it out of anger.” Olivia placed her hand on Rita’s shoulder.

“If she dies, the last thing I ever said to her was that.” Rita had tears streaming down her face at this point. “I couldn’t live with myself.”

“(y/n) is a fighter. She is going to make it. You can’t let your mind run off with that idea, Rita.” Olivia tried her best to comfort Olivia. She’d be lying if she wasn’t worried about you. But she knew Rita would be absolutely devastated if you didn’t make it.

“I just want her to be okay.” Rita mumbled as she wiped her tears away with the handkerchief.

“She will be.” Olivia insisted.

A few more hours had passed before your surgeon came out.

“Ms. Calhoun and Captain Benson.” The doctor approached the pair and your squad. “She’s stable.”

Rita felt like she could finally breathe again. “Oh my god.” She said relieved. Relief filled the room.

“She’ll have full use of her leg, where she was shot but she’s going to need physical therapy before she’ll be able to get it back to normal again.” He explained. “She’s awake if anyone would like to go in.”

“Thank you so much.” Rita thanked the doctor before he left.

Olivia looked at Rita and said “Rita, you go first.”

Rita entered your room, quietly closing the door behind her.

Your lips curved into a soft smile as you both met eyes. “Hi.” You said softly.

Rita rushed over to sit next to your bedside, and gently held your hand. “(y/n), I’m so sorry. I just can’t believe what I said to you this morning and I just-” Rita tried to muster out trying her best not to choke up. Tears once again fell down her face.

“It’s okay, Rita. I’m not mad at you.” You cut her off. You held her face as you wiped her tears.

“All I could think about was you and if you didn’t make it how those were the last words I ever said to you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m okay.” You held her hand, you tried to squeeze it with what little strength you had. “Did they catch him?” You asked. “It all happened so fast I didn’t even see him.”

“They haven’t, but I promise you when they do there’s gonna be hell to pay.” Rita assured you.

“I believe that.” You chuckled but then groaned in pain. “Damn, my fucking thigh.” Your face scrunched up. “Well, whoever the dumbass was had a horrible aim if all he could do was shoot me in the damn leg.”

“Oh, (y/n)!” Rita laughed. “You shouldn’t say that.” You had such a twisted sense of humor sometimes.

“Oh, but I bet this scar is gonna be so sexy.” You joked.

“You are such a masochist, I swear.” Rita playfully rolled her eyes. Rita reached over and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “I’m just so relieved.” She whispered to you gently petting your hair.

“I love you.” You smiled at her.

“And I love you.” She pecked your lips again.

“You know, you definitely didn’t deny the scar comment.” You teased Rita.

“Oh, we both know I love those thighs, scar or not.” Rita gave a soft chuckle as she kissed the top of that beautiful head of yours.

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no1raulesparzafan · 1 year

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i think my favorite widely-used (idk if it's popular enough to be considered fanon) trope in svu fics is rafael and rita calhoun meeting at harvard and being besties ever since. bonus points if they've also platonically slept together at least once.

#it's most common in barisi fics from what i've seen?#they just complement each other so well #like i love when rafael will be having some kind of problem #and rita just like smacks him in the face with ur being dumb here's what u should do #law and order svu #fanfic #rafael barba #rita calhoun

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valentinesfrog · 9 months

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Spellbound

Rita’s still not convinced hypnosis is actually possible. Rafael has some experience in the matter. (Post 18.8)

#barhoun #rafael barba #rita calhoun #svu #law and order svu fanfic

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whoevrwhatevr · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Rafael Barba & Rita Calhoun, barhoun besties, Rafael Barba & Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Rita Calhoun, Original Characters Additional Tags: Drunken Shenanigans, Crack, Fluff and Crack, One Shot, Short One Shot, Established Relationship, Past Relationship(s), Humor Summary:

After Sonny drags them to a bar, Rafael and Rita try to figure out if they both fucked the same guy...

#wake up besties new fanfic just dropped #barisi #barisi fanfic #fanfic #theyre in love your honor #rafael barba #sonny carisi #barhoun besties #rita calhoun #barhoun

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itwasrealtome · 2 years

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Outside the Lie

A Law and Order SVU x OCs fanfiction created by @itwasrealtome

Summary: A series of assaults and murders lead Captain Benson and the Special Victims Unit to investigate one of the most dangerous Russian crime bosses in the United States. Their mere presence will only endanger Sergeant Harking, who for almost three years has lost her very own identity in order to serve and protect her country.

Playlist: [Will be available soon.]

TW: This fiction will contain sensitive topics such as the usual SVU cases, murder, abuse, violence in any form, anxiety, depression, PTSD, blood, drugs, Russian Mafia, death, weapons, and maybe smut. If you have any more in mind while reading, please let me know. You’ll find the TW at the beginning of each chapter next to the sign ⚠️, or written in red. Do not read anything that might trigger you in any way!

Chapters and more:

Prologue

American Party: As the Special Victims Unit conducts undercover surveillance of a group of suspects, one of them gets close to the captain, Olivia Benson.

Errare humanum est: Olivia manages to lure the young woman into a trap, allowing the SVU to take her to the precinct, where an endless interrogation will take place. [Coming soon]

Undercover: The interrogation ends as soon as the error is realized. The young woman is an undercover agent, whose cover has now been threatened. [Coming soon]

Déjà Vu: Elysia manages to share a few moments with her lawyer, Rita Calhoun, before being sent back to the hotel. [Coming soon]

You Bring Me Home: After only two weeks, Elysia is back in New York. At the end of the evening, she admits defeat and returns to the one place she knows is her only home. [Coming soon]

Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamurin illis: Elysia tries to acclimate back to her old life, but she gradually realizes that nothing is the same. [Coming soon]

Mind and Body: Elysia reluctantly goes to Medical Examiner Warner's laboratory in order to identify a body, once again, and ends up collapsing in the building’s bathroom stall. [Coming soon]

Ghost of You: Elysia delves into still recent memories through flashbacks to confide in the captain of the SVU. [Coming soon]

Dear Friend: Under pressure, Elysia breaks down and confides in her partner and friend, Lindsey, about the last three years of her life. [Coming soon]

Tiny Wild World: Elysia helps the special victims unit with her Russian language skills. All this to realize that the suspect, who seems to recognize her, is none other than Rita's client, with whom she had an altercation the same morning. [Coming soon]

The Art of Danger: Called in emergency on the scene of a hostage taking, Elysia does not expect to see the love of her life join the madman, while she’s strongly retained against her will by Benson. [Coming soon]

And more to come…

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garciasoracle · 1 year

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hi! hope y'all are having a good end of the year! i am new to tumblr fandoms and wanna make more friends <333

#rafael barba #rita calhoun #nbc svu #hannibal #frederick chilton #raul esparza #elizabeth marvel #olivia benson #college is lonely and im already chronically online anyways (just new to tumblr)#fanfic recs welcome and i have some to give #no minors pls i am 20 and not interested #sfw stuff please

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thats-jaywalking · 1 year

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Inspo: archiveofourown.org/works/44100204

@laurifern

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Ch 9-Love is Not a Victory March

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Leonard Cohen-Hallelujah

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 2 years

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How about #15 from the Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way ‘verse? - Sophie 💙

okie dokes, here's one from the Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way verse, a Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun/Sonny Carisi x Reader fic. I normally write these with @pascalispretty ! Prompt from this list!

“God, I can’t get enough of you two,” Rafa huffs, his smirk turning into an amused smile as Sonny whines and the girl grabs at Rafa’s free hand to suck his fingers into her mouth. Rafa groans softly, grinning, and speeds up the hand he has wrapped around Sonny’s cock. Sonny keeps whining, his face pressed against the girl’s neck as she stares into Rafa’s eyes and swallows around his fingers.

Rita watches all of this from her chair across the room, an indulgent smile on her face as Rafa continues to play with their two new pets. She had been absently stroking her clit over her panties for the past few minutes, unsure if she wanted to join or just watch tonight–the three of them put on enough of a show that that was enough sometimes. Rafa turns to look over his shoulder at her, flashing her one of those brilliant smiles she fell in love with during college, before glancing down at her spread legs and pouting at her. She rolls her eyes at him, grinning and pulling her panties to the side to flash him a glimpse of her cunt.

Rafa licks his lips, winks at her, and turns back to the two law students, rubbing his thumb over the head of Sonny’s cock while shoving his fingers deeper into the girl’s mouth, making her gag and her eyes water, her fingers gripping his wrist even harder.

“Fuck, Rafa, please, please please…” Sonny begs, hands twisting in the sheets, panting against the girl, hips twitching desperately in an effort to hold as still as Rafa ordered him to.

“Learn some patience, sweet boy; you’ll come when I tell you to come,” Rafa replies, pulling his fingers out of her mouth to lean over and kiss her deeply. He breaks away, still smiling.

Rita’s breath catches and the two fingers she slipped into her cunt still.

She knows that smile on his face and it’s…worrying.

He might joke that he can’t get enough of the two law school students they took up with but she knows better. Rafa’s letting this get too serious and that is exactly what Rita does not want for him. They’re going to move on and he’s going to be heartbroken.

The girl sighs sharply when Rafa trails his wet fingers down her body and pushes them inside of her–Rita can see the tendons in his wrist flex as he curls his fingers and the girl gasps. The two of them look gorgeous laid out next to one another stripped naked and breathing hard. Rafa is still mostly dressed, the only concession he made was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. The blue and white gingham pattern against his tanned, flexing forearms is making Rita squirm a little bit along with their two playthings.

“Oh, look at you, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “God the two of you make quite a sight, putting on a show for Rita.”

Rita goes back to slowly fingering herself as she watches the three of them, desire slipping away, her mind not really on what they were getting up to–too preoccupied with her latest revelations.

She knows she should intervene before he gets too attached, but he’s so happy with them. Rita sighs as she flicks her clit absently, thighs twitching at the pulse up her nerve endings. Sonny and the girl turn their faces to each other and share a long sloppy kiss and she watches Rafa watch them raptly, both hands working hard on them. She lets the continuous string of filth coming out of Rafa’s mouth wash over her as she continues to work her fingers in and out of her cunt.

Rafa pulls his fingers out of the girl’s pussy and holds them up for Sonny to suck on. The younger man moans around them, eyes fluttering shut as she pants, desperate, next to him.

“Oh the two of you look so fucking good sucking on my fingers,” Rafa praises, pulling his fingers away from Sonny and offering them back to her. She grabs his wrist and licks them obscenely before closing her eyes and slowly wrapping her lips around them. Rita’s breath hitches at the expression on Rafa’s face and the obvious erection that’s ruining the lines of his already tightly fitted pants.

“That’s a good girl, god look at her, Rita, sucking herself off my fingers…” Rafa sighs, shifting on his knees, hand going slack around Sonny’s cock. The younger man huffs impatiently.

“Rafa, come on please…”

“Really Rafa, don’t get so distracted,” Rita manages to tease him, fingers reaching for her g spot, hoping a good orgasm will chase out these frankly depressing thoughts.

Rafa smirks unapologetically at Sonny before leaning down to lick the precome off of the head of his cock, basking in Sonny’s whimper and the way his fingers closed even tighter around the sheets under him. Rafa pulls back and starts to jerk him off faster, taking his fingers from the girl’s mouth and sliding them back into her cunt.

“Do you think you two can manage to come at the same time?” he asks, voice low and a little rough, clearly getting off on this nearly as much as the two of them were. They both whine at him and Rita finally manages to tap her fingers against that spot, her entire body twitching and trying to fold in on itself.

She breathes heavily through her nose and taps it again, bringing her other hand up to press hard against her clit. God, anything to stop thinking about how sooner rather than later those two will finish with this experiment of theirs and go back to just being the two of them. And Rafa, despite assuring her that he’ll be fine, will be heartbroken. Rita is not looking forward to that—can’t decide if she should intervene now before he gets in too deep with that soft squishy heart of his, can’t fucking manage to push herself pver the edge–

“Oh, fucking Christ, Rafa…” Rita swears, long legs twitching, head thrown back against the chair, and her toes curling as her orgasm washes over her in waves.

“Rita, fuck,” Rafa breathes. “Jesus you look so fucking hot coming on your fingers.”

Rita takes a deep breath and pulls her fingers out of her cunt, lifting her head to find Rafa and the kids watching her hungrily. She sighs and smiles back at him.

She can definitely give him at least the rest of the night with their pretty young things.

#rafael barba x sonny carisi #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x rita calhoun #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #rafael barba x rita calhoun x sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba #sonny carisi #rita calhoun #law and order svu #fan fiction #fanfic

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mickey-gomez · 6 months

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Chapter 9 of Fade Into You

Warnings: Word crimes, thesaurus crimes, soft smut, fluff.

Pairing: Rita/Reader

A/N: Picks up directly after chapter 8. It's a little long sorry. I tried to write it the best way I could to describe what it feels like when you're hopelessly in lust with someone. But it's a little muddled. It wouldn't let me put a chapter title/header in, so idk, I guess it's untitled? Also I strongly dislike the series title, so if anyone has an idea for a new title please let me know.

I have most of this series written in dribs and drabs on a big working doc, but I don't really have a structure, so therefore I don't know how to connect it all yet. Also I don't think I'm very good at writing smut, and it sort of intimidates me. So it's hard to update more frequently because I overthink it and constantly rewrite.

The two of you performed a delicate dance throughout the week, hidden glimpses as you passed one another in the halls, fleeting and restrained touches as you slipped past each other in doorways, lingering looks shared in an office wide meeting.

You caught her gaze once more as you walked past her out of the meeting, walking in the opposite direction, rounding the corner of a dimly lit hallway, the soft glow of the wall sconces illuminating your path, casting shadows as they danced across your features.

You leant against the wall, nearing the exit, as you waited. And for a brief moment, you considered giving up, with the thought that she hadn’t followed you, or had gotten caught up in conversation, then you saw her out of the corner of your eye.

You ran your eyes over her as she approached you, her long, warm and rich brown hair cascading down her back, her tailored suit that clung to her in all the right places, and the faint smile that tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Hi” she said in a low, husky voice, as she stood in front of you.

“Hi” you replied, your voice a little breathless.

You both stood there for a moment, your eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. You felt a rush of heat spread through your body as you watched her gaze flicker down and then back up again. The attraction between the two of you was undeniable, and it hung in the air like a tangible force.

“Are you free on Friday evening?” Rita asked, breaking the silence, though her voice still held that seductive tone.

You nodded, or at least you thought you had, your words momentarily escaping you, before realising you hadn’t actually spoken or given her an answer. “Maybe, why?” you eventually answered.

“Rafa, against my many protests, has organised farewell drinks with some of the other staff at Whiskey Tavern.”

“That place is so not your scene.” You were right about that part, but you knew Rafael had most likely organised drinks there because it was a block away from the office, it was cheap and a pretty popular bar amongst the young District Attorney’s office staff. Exactly the sort of place that Rita would never be caught dead in.

“I know, but at least they have halfway decent scotch.” She took a step closer, closing some of the distance between you, her fingers brushing against your arm, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Plus you can’t really call yourself a New Yorker unless you’ve made out in their photo booth.” your eyes shone as you said it, and her gaze dropped down to your lips once more. She leaned in, just slightly, as if she was testing the waters. “I’ll see you on Friday” you whispered next to her ear as your cheeks brushed together, and you slid out from between her and the hallway.

You pushed open the heavy wooden door, the soft ambient hum of conversation greeted you. Warm, dim lights bathed the room, revealing a mess of weathered wooden tables, each one crowded with company, and littered with peanut shells.

“Got stuck at the precinct, sorry I’m late.” you said brightly as you approached the table.

“Hey!” Rafael’s eyes widened as he greeted you excitedly, standing from the table to embrace you in a friendly, but hasty hug. “Sorry I haven’t had a chance to say hello at the office yet.”

“Don’t be sorry” you touched his arm and smiled sincerely “So, will we see you at Thanksgiving again this year? You know, to protect Rita from the wolves?” you teased and he grinned, from a mix of liquor and playful amusement.

“I think my mom would probably beat me senseless, if I missed another year.”

Across the table, Rita sat relaxed in her chair, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. Her hair was pinned back with her natural waves flowing down over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes framed by dark lashes, locked onto you with an intensity that made her almost impossible to ignore.

Your eyes finally met, and a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between you both. The air thickened with anticipation as your gaze held for a moment too long. Rita’s lips curled into a knowing smile, as your heart raced just a little faster.

You tore your eyes away before it became apparent to everyone at the table that there was palpable tension between you both, saying a quick hello to people you didn’t quite recognise or remember, before offering to buy a round for the table, pointing at everyone one at a time as you memorised their order.

You settled into the open chair next to Rita’s after you dropped the tray of drinks into the middle of the table, leaving everyone to reach for them, while you and Rita exchanged false pleasantries. Rafael introduced you to the group as you sat, and Rita’s hand moved to your thigh, out of sight, something reserved for the two of you.

The hours melted away as her peers continued to share stories and amusing secrets, while the two of you shared stolen glances, your connection growing stronger with each passing moment. The bar’s dim lights cast shadows on your faces, enhancing the intrigue of the situation.

And when the conversations seemed to pair off and you found yourself speaking directly to her, your conversation danced on the edge of intimacy as you exchanged stories, lingering touches, and smouldering glances. The playful banter masked your desires, but every word and gesture secretly revealed the simmering passion that threatened to consume both of you.

“Alright” you stood from your seat at the table, “Does anyone have a silver dollar?” you asked, holding your hand out flat and waving your fingers. One of them handed you the dollar out of their pocket, and after a thank you, you turned to Rita and tilted your head towards the opposite end of the bar. “You can’t leave the DA’s office without a memento.” you said with a glimmer in your eye, she knew almost immediately what you were alluding to, and so without hesitation, she followed you with intrigue.

As you both stepped inside the booth, the heavy curtain fell behind you, cocooning you in a private world of dimmed, flickering light. The soft hum of the booth’s machinery enveloped you, drowning out the noise of the crowded bar.

The camera counted down - three, two, one. The flash illuminated your faces, capturing a moment of shared vulnerability. And as it started to count down once more you both turned your heads, gazes heavy as they fell over one another’s lips, three, two, one. The flash went off and in that moment, you crashed together.

Your lips were greedy and you could taste the sugar that coated her tongue, a low moan escaped you and your arms wrapped around her shoulders, your fingers threading through her hair as you consumed one another.

Three, two, one. You both moved together, as the flash went off once more, your hands now scrambling for the others’ body, desperate to feel the touch of skin on skin.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You swallowed, hard, and nodded in response. With that, you both knew the night had just begun, and the tension that had been building between the two of you was about to ignite into a fiery passion that neither of you wanted to resist, finally feeling free after all these years.

Rita reached for your hips and you swung your leg over, fingers gripping onto her shoulders as you held yourself upright. She ran her hand along your cheek delicately, and her thumb traced along your lower lip, and as your swollen lips parted, you drew the digit in, encasing it and running your tongue over it. She was powerless not to moan at the sight, and ever so quick in arching her shoulders and craning her neck, exchanging her thumb’s place with her own tongue.

Rita reached down in between your bodies, her fingers moving through you, and into the pool of desire that awaited her, grinning at the wetness she found. Her thumb curled up to rub with intent over your clit, and you moaned into her mouth.

Your hands joined at the base of the toy, as you both lined it up with your entrance and you slowly sunk down, both of your gazes fixated on the sight of it, and you let out a shallow breath you’d been holding in your throat.

She felt the exact moment you relaxed and for a moment you were both still, your hips flush, eyes locked on one another. Until Rita gripped your hips and you rose up on your knees, as she drove a little further, a little harder, into you. Your eyes fell closed, and your mouth flew open and you went slack jawed. She shifted her hips slightly, allowing herself to feel the friction at the base of the strap, and the movement caused a loud moan to spill from your throat.

“Right there” you gasped, your nails raked down her back and she moaned in response, before reaching a hand around to deliver a sharp spank. The feeling of her hands on your skin, the soft contact, your chests pressed together, and breaths and moans fanning over skin, it all promised to overwhelm.

“Do that again.” you groaned, and instead of acting on your demand, she pinched you suddenly, and roughly on your inner thigh. You let out a high pitched whine and before you could even think to question her, you realised why she had done it. “Do that again, please.” you said slowly and deliberately, and you could almost hear her smirking with your eyes closed.

You moved your hands, one down to your clit and the other alternated across your chest, pinching and twisting. Her gaze followed your movements and she moaned as she watched you, feeling herself falling closer to the edge. She watched when your breathing started to become more erratic and frantic, and pulled your hand away from your clit, and you let out a loud whine, your eyes flying open, gazing down at her through hooded lids.

“Not yet” she said breathily, and you leaned back down to kiss her, your hands weaving around her neck. The kiss was a mess of teeth with little control or coordination, but it didn’t seem to bother either of you as you chased your peaks together.

She moved two of her fingers down to rub your clit, “Be a good girl and come for me”, and the combination of her words and her movements pushed you over the edge. When you came, your knees tightened against her hips and your back arched, right at the moment you heard her let out an almost feral sound.

Your tongues slid together lazily as you both came down from your highs, floating back. The room was filled with a serene stillness, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion that had just consumed you both.

Your hearts continued to race in tandem, gradually slowing down as you basked in the shared intimacy of the moment. You traced your fingertips gently along the curves of her body, your touch mirroring the depth of your own emotions, and everything left unsaid.

She raised her head up to look at you, her eyes filled with a soft, affectionate gaze. But it was fleeting, you noticed the moment she trapped her vulnerability from spilling further, and when the light in her eyes changed.

“Well that was a spectacular farewell.” she smirked and raised her eyebrows, and giggles erupted from both of you.

“You should quit every day.” and you both laughed

“You wanna go again?”

“Knees” you said, a mix of sighs and laughter.

Rita understood, and so she gently gripped your hips and shifted you both until you were on your back, with her on top of you, the heels of your feet resting against her back. She pulled all the way out and you groaned a little at the loss, and just as you went to ask for her to come back, she slid back in, with more force this time, and at a more intense pace.

The room was cast in a tranquil hush, the remnants of your night still lingered distantly in the air, the warm sheets and her arms enveloped you. Then the shrill and incessant ringing of your phone shattered the fragile peace, jarring you from your shared cocoon of intimacy.

You blindly reached for it, feeling around the nightstand until it was in your hand, holding it up to your ear as you whispered in conversation with the detective on the other end. Your voice still carried the remnants of sleep, and their words, a blend of apologies and urgency, rudely awakened you to a new day. Rita kissed your shoulder, as you hung up the phone, and you turned in her embrace to drop a chaste kiss against her lips.

“I have to go get a warrant” you whispered as you pulled back, and she let out a drowsy sigh in response, nestling into the pillow beneath her head, you smiled as you drank her in. Her tousled hair that spilled across the pillow like a dark river, and her eyelashes that cast delicate shadows on her cheeks. You traced your fingers along the contours of her face, marvelling at the peaceful expression that adorned her lips.

Reality, however, began to nudge at the edges of your cocoon of affection. Responsibilities beckoned, and the detectives in the world outside were awaiting your arrival.

“I can feel you staring”, she murmured, stirring as her eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile met yours.

“Can I borrow some clothes?” you hummed, the urgency of time bore down on you, as you tried to savour this precious moment, etching it into your memory.

“Only if you come back with breakfast” she teased, another smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she fought to repress a yawn, “Bagels.”

You knocked softly on the car window, handing over the warrant to Fin as he wound down the window. “Brought you this as well” you smiled as you extended the coffee tray, he plucked one of the paper cups out with a thank you, as he stepped out of the car, and the two of you leaned against the doors, waiting on the other detectives and officers.

You looked off into the distance, taking in the city around you as it unveiled its quieter side. The occasional taxi hummed past, its yellow hue a vivid contrast to the still muted palette of dawn. A lone jogger, headphones in place, raced past you both, his feet pounding against the pavement, as if the sound was the slow heartbeat of the city, still in transition from the night’s revelry and the day’s responsibilities. Your mind cast back over the night, and you couldn’t help the involuntary smile that graced your features at the flashes of memories.

“You’re in a good mood.” Fin commented as he watched you, “You get laid last night?” and when you didn’t give him a verbal response, instead glancing down, a soft breath of laughter leaving you and your smile growing wider. He let out a low laugh, “Good for you.”, he commented with genuine candour. “Is it serious?”

“It’s all still relatively new, but it doesn’t feel new.” you reflected “It feels like we were always going to end up here. I don’t quite know how to describe it.”

“The two of you friends?” he asked, and you nodded softly.

“I don’t know if we were ever just friends though.” you murmured in thought, losing yourself in the threads of the past. “Sorry, I’m oversharing.” you shook your head, pulling yourself out of your own introspection.

“It’s cool.” he said without hesitation, and with authentic sincerity. “My old partner, back in Narcotics, was a woman. So, you can talk to me, if you want.” he tipped his head over to look at you “You’re part of the squad, we like you, you know? Stabler just has a hard way of showing it.”.

He was trying his hardest, and persisting through his stammering, to form a deeper connection with you. One that extended beyond the surface level of professionality that you all operated with.

“Thanks. I appreciate that.” You smiled at him, and put your hand on his shoulder for a brief minute, before the moment you were sharing was interrupted with the arrival of squad cars, and that same earlier responsibility beckoned.

You returned back to Rita’s, letting yourself in with her keys as you juggled the brown paper bags cradled in your arms. You carefully set everything down on the counter, and bent down to remove your shoes.

Quietly walking down the hall, you ran your hands over the bedroom door, gently prying it open. You watched her for a fleeting moment, the soft rise and fall of her chest, and the peaceful expression on her face as she slept soundly. You hesitated on whether or not to wake her, but before you could make your mind up, she stirred amongst the sheets.

You walked over to her side of the bed and gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, planting a soft kiss there. “Good morning” you whispered, keeping your voice as soft and gentle as the morning light streaming in through the curtains. “Breakfast is on the counter.”

“Where’d you go?” her eyes flickered open, and she rubbed at them, trying to remove the traces of sleep.

“Well first I went Russ & Daughters for the bagels and appetizers, then to Ray’s for beignets, and then I dropped by the newsstand on the corner to get you the paper.”

“Mm thank you” she murmured with a suppressed yawn, she sat up, the sheets pooling around her, as she ran her hands through her dishevelled hair. “Which Judge did you wake up?”

“Ridenour”

“I bet he was mad.” her eyes widened just slightly for a moment, and she held back her laughter.

“That’s… putting it politely.”

“Judge Taten lives about ten blocks from here, and isn’t as cranky, for future reference. She even puts on coffee, and sometimes she’ll give you pastries.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that four hours ago? I went all the way uptown!” you hit her arm as your face contorted in irritation, and you looked at her with your mouth agape.

“I was asleep.” she shrugged, but the brief glimpse of a smile gave her away, revealing it was far more likely she had deliberately withheld that information. Presumably for her own amusement at the thought of you uncaffeinated, with a throbbing headache after a night of drinking and sex, being shouted at and scolded while she slept soundly.

She climbed out of bed, stretching out her arms and rolling the muscles in her neck as she suppressed a yawn. When she walked into her wardrobe, your eyes were glued to the back of her.

“Follow me” she tied the belt of her robe tighter around her waist, and beckoned you with one finger.

You did as she commanded and followed her down the hall and into what you presumed was her office, glancing around the room briefly as she unlocked her desk drawer and pulled out a worn leather notebook.

“This is my black book” she closed the drawer and turned back to you, holding the item in both hands, looking at you expectantly.

“Okay..?” you looked back at her confused, your eyes narrowing and your expression motionless.

“Let me rephrase.” she smiled as she looked away for a moment, then back to you. “This is a notebook with every sitting judge’s name, phone number, address. As well as the names and phone numbers of their clerks and assistants. There’s also notes under each Judge, their kid’s names, pets, hobbies, political affiliations, and so on.” She raised an eyebrow as she took in your reaction.

“How did you get this?” your eyes went wide and your mouth opened, almost in disbelief. It was a secret roadmap, one that would help you not only pick and choose which judge to grant you a warrant, but also how to pander to them in court and build up rapport with them; she was giving you the keys to winning.

“I didn’t ‘get’ it, I made it.” she scoffed “It took me a couple of years which is why-”

“Gimme” you reached for it, snatching, almost childlike, and she pulled it back, staring at you with a stern but amused expression.

“-Which is why, I have never ever shared its contents.”

“But… you’re now going to share it?... With me?” you spoke slowly, tilting your head to the side, trying to ascertain her intentions.

“You may borrow it for one week, to copy it and to make your own. But you are not to share it with anyone else, and I expect it back this Friday.” She slowly extended it, and right as you reached for it she pulled it back, and you looked back to her. “And you now owe me.” She smirked, knowing you had no choice but to agree to that term.

“I hardly think that’s fair considering I just brought you breakfast.” you rolled your eyes, and she went to put it back into her desk drawer until you snatched it. “Fine! Fine. I owe you.”

“And?” she looked at you expectantly.

“Thank you” you leaned in and kissed her, backing her into the desk. Your hands blindly reached for the tie on her robe, fingers gracelessly undoing the knot. “So this is how you always win.” you teased, whispering against her neck and you heard her scoff loudly before she smacked you.

“I always win because I’m the best.” she mumbled, her breath catching in her throat as your fingers swept over her stomach, tickling her.

“Yes, yes you are.” you murmured as you sunk down onto your knees, winking at her as you pulled her leg onto your shoulder.

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