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SVU, C/O, Surprise - Part 2

Title: Surprise, Part 2
Author: lowbatterie , archived here @ substitute_ego
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Casey/Olivia
Rating: R? I don't know, I'm really bad at rating things-- I just write. Pretty sure this one is more hardcore than the last one.
Word Count: 1400
Notes: Written as a sequel to Surprise. I was trying to write on my Rockstar series for reversedsam , but this took precedence in my head and fingertips, apparently, and I have been told it will do just fine as a replacement, so. Another sleepless night writing. Enjoy.

Olivia Benson tried not to be a prideful woman. Sure, she had pride in her work, and she strove to be the best, but generally she didn’t like to boast and she didn’t like to brag. But making her girlfriend nearly come in her pants just by wearing a strap-on to work was something that made her ego swell.

Grinning, she hung up her desk phone and immediately started gathering her things. Elliot looked up, face disbelieving and confused all at once. “Where do you think you’re going? We’ve got a mountain of paperwork to finish here,” he said, indicating their joined desks — or what was visible of them underneath all the files, folders and boxes.

“No, you’ve got a mountain to finish, all my stuff is done,” she countered, swinging on her coat. “I’ve finished every DD-5, sent a copy to Cragen and re-filed every piece of evidence I had checked out.” She stepped to her locker and spun the combination lock. “I sent you copies of all my notes, my written pad is right there,” she indicated with a nod of her head, stuffing things inside her purse and reholstering her gun at her hip, “and you know the password to my computer. I told you I was taking the weekend off on Monday, so don’t you get all uppity just because I’m not going to waste my Friday, Saturday and Sunday with you catching up pushing papers.”

She closed her locker, did one last sweep of her desk and pushed her chair in, trying not to laugh at Elliot’s dismayed face amidst the stacks of cases around him. “If you need anything, don’t call. Unless you have to.” She gave him a pointed look and he nodded slowly, shooing her away.

“Get outta here, before I drag you down into my misery.”

She grinned and slapped him on the shoulder as she passed, reaching for her cell on the way out.

-

Casey was lying on her couch trying to recover from sudden onset arousal when her phone rang again. Checking the caller ID before she picked up, she braced herself against her desk as she put the phone to her ear. “You nearly had me passed out in my office from sheer arousal, you know.”

Olivia’s lusty chuckle put a smile on Casey’s face and sent a tingle zinging over her skin. “All from just telling you that? I bet it wouldn’t take you much to come, would it? You’re gagging for it right now, aren’t you?”

Casey swallowed hard, glancing toward her open office door. “Hold on.” She nearly ran over to the other side of her office to hurriedly close the blinds, and lock the door before returning to the phone, sitting down in her desk chair. “Yes,” she breathed.

Liv grinned, continuing her walk down New York City streets. “Locking your door so no one will catch you moaning, counselor?”

Casey groaned a bit, letting her head fall back against the tall leather chair. “You know me too well.”

“Are you wet again?”

The redhead let her eyes slip closed and she nodded for a moment before she realized Liv couldn’t see her. “M’workin’ on it,” she murmured.

“So if I slipped my hand up along your thigh over your designer slacks, parting your legs with one knee as I leaned above you and turned my hand so just the pad of my middle finger touched you through your clothes, could I feel your desire?”

Casey gasped, rocking her hips forward into a touch that wasn’t there. “Oh, Liv… you could now.”

“I want to straddle your lap as you sit in that big, fancy chair behind your desk. Settle my weight on your thighs with my knees squeezed around your hips as I slip my hands into your hair and kiss you for all I’m worth. Would you like that, Casey?”

“Nnnhh, yes, Liv, I’d run my hands up your arms and back and slip your leather jacket off your shoulders. I love when you wear it but I like taking it off better. I’d let it fall and run my palms all over you, scratch your thighs a little bit through the denim and squeeze your ass tight, pulling you against me as I bite your bottom lip, nipping at you toward the end of our kiss. Can you feel my hands on you, Olivia?”

“Oh, yes, baby, you’re making me purr. I’d grind down into your lap, rolling my hips against yours and slip my hands down over your neck until each hand cupped one breast. Are your nipples hard for me, Casey? When I brush my thumbs over them, do they ache? Do you whimper when I roll one between my fingertips?” Olivia stumbled when Casey did let out a pathetic little mewling noise over the phone, her breath increasing into shallow pants.

“I can see you now, Casey, biting your bottom lip trying not to make any noise while you imagine my lips on yours. I’d pepper your face with kisses and move to your sweet, long, graceful neck.”

“I’m dying over here, Liv,” Casey whined.

“I’d brush my teeth over your skin and mark you with a sharp bite right beneath your ear, then soothe it. You love it when I lick you just under your left ear, I can almost feel you shuddering beneath me right now. What do you want me to do next, Casey?”

“I—I—oh, God, Liv, I can’t say it—“

“Come on, baby, you can say it for me,” Liv purred, dropping her voice into a low octave. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” she whispered. “Do it to yourself and imagine I’m doing it for you. Where do you want my fingers, sweet thing?”

“Ohhh, oh, oh, Olivia, I want them in my pants,” she struggled to say, brows furrowing as she fought the moans in the back of her throat.

“Rub yourself through your panties, one finger on your clit only,” Liv demanded, finally a block from her destination. “Close your eyes and imagine it’s the very tip of my big strap on, teasing you right before I fuck you.”

Casey made a strangled noise, her body jerking forward as her thighs squeezed together around her hand and her lungs suddenly desperate for air. “L-Liv,” she stammered, gasping, “ohhhh… I’m soaked through my panties, I want you so badly.”

Olivia licked her lips, feeling heated desire coil low in her belly and ignite. “I’ve got one hand on the side of your neck, my thumb rubbing over your skin right beneath your chin and the other sliding down your belly and into your underwear to get you ready for me. Oh, pretty baby, you’re slick as a river for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, throwing her head back once more, sliding one finger down her slit like Olivia would.

“You want me to run my hand through that gorgeous red hair of yours and grab a handful and pull, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, swallowing hard and trying to catch her breath.

“You want to spread your legs like a perfect little slut so I can pound you with my thick cock?”

“Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!” Casey wheezed, the knuckles on her hand gripping the phone turning almost white as her other hand stroked at her clit furiously.

“Are you about to come in your pants, Casey?” Olivia asked in a sinful voice, her shoes clicking on hallway tile.

“Yes,” she breathed, unsure of how much longer she was going to last.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she hissed between her teeth. “Beyond ready.”

A sharp knock rapped out on ADA Novak’s door, and Casey’s eyes shot open, fear shooting through her. Who could possibly be calling on her this late? Branch? Donnelly? Shit. Shitshitshitshit—she pulled her hand out of her pants and tried to wipe away the wetness staining her fingers.

“Case?”

“Someone’s at the door,” she said hurriedly, fumbling for the buttons on her slacks. “I gotta go, sweetie, it could be one of my bosses or--or— a judge for some reason, I don’t know—“ the knock sounded again, a little softer this time.

“Open up.”

And the sultry tone in her ear sounded a lot closer than Casey expected it would.

Comments

( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
femme_slash_fan
Sep. 8th, 2009 09:59 am (UTC)
uhm... wow.

*not breathing yet*
substitute_ego
Sep. 8th, 2009 06:27 pm (UTC)
Breathe! I do know how to resuscitate you but you inhaling and exhaling on your own would be better! *smile* Glad you enjoyed it.
femme_slash_fan
Sep. 8th, 2009 09:32 pm (UTC)
Gah, that was hot. (Yeah, breathing now)

and I really did.
reversedsam
Sep. 8th, 2009 12:36 pm (UTC)
Um...I can't even......*speechless*....

I officially had to take a second to compose myself then and when I finished reading, I realised Casey wasn't the only one biting her lip. God woman, you're good.

Firstly, the thought of a purring Olivia is just so, so incredibly hot. Secondly, I have absolutely no idea why, but the idea of Liv calling someone 'sweet thing' and 'pretty baby' in this context just does things to me. And thirdly, every single thing Casey did and said = me whimpering pathetically.
substitute_ego
Sep. 8th, 2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
*grins*

*and grins some more*

I'm sorry, the praise is going to my head. I did warn you this might happen. Between your reactions and mentioning some of the things I particularly liked about this and your reactions again, I can't do anything but sit here and preen. *grins*
reversedsam
Sep. 9th, 2009 02:43 am (UTC)
I declare your preening to be the most earned, and deserved preening in recent history. In fact, you should probably preen a little more.
substitute_ego
Sep. 9th, 2009 06:15 am (UTC)
If you ever intend for my ego to be manageable again, you might want to stop. I could preen until the end of days on this sort of praise, you know. If I am a glutton for punishment, I'm an even bigger glutton for compliments. *preens further*
reversedsam
Sep. 9th, 2009 02:49 pm (UTC)
I have zero problem with you becoming an egomaniacal maniac if it gets results. IE, Fic like this.

*re-reads again*......ugh....*helpless whimper*

Edited at 2009-09-09 02:54 pm (UTC)
substitute_ego
Sep. 11th, 2009 06:23 am (UTC)
I've got the makings of an impossible-to-deal-with ego. I suppose I'll have to deliver.

*arches a brow curiously* Helpless? Oh, my dear, don't tell me that. We've already established what a naughty, corrupted, not-been-innocent-in-a-while, evil woman I am... things could happen...
reversedsam
Sep. 8th, 2009 01:06 pm (UTC)
Me again. My brain was a little short of oxygen before, so I neglected to notice a few things until now.

Oh, you're sneaky. Combining the sequel with the phone-sex fic. So I get one less fic, but since it was this good, ugh, you're so forgiven.

I so didn't say this would do as a replacement for the rockstar fic, you're so not off the hook for that missy. And this absolutely needs a third part, don't blame me, you brought it on yourself.

And lastly, ugh, I just re-read. God, you wrote Liv so beyond hot here.





Edited at 2009-09-08 01:07 pm (UTC)
substitute_ego
Sep. 8th, 2009 07:16 pm (UTC)
I wasn't truly intending to be sneaky, I just had the phone-sex idea on the brain and since they had been talking on the phone and I needed 'time' to get them in the same place, it worked out logistically. Honest, it just happened this way, I didn't engineer it to be a two-for-one.

And yes you did totally say I would be off the hook if I wrote phone-sex fic! Although I do know this needs a third part, I did do that on purpose. *arches a brow* Wait... did you call me missy?
reversedsam
Sep. 9th, 2009 02:53 am (UTC)
Is it completely odd that I'm a little disappointed the sneakiness wasn't intended?

*smirks* Yes, I do believe I did call you missy.
substitute_ego
Sep. 9th, 2009 06:18 am (UTC)
Well, all that means is that you like me when I'm evil. Which could be arranged. *grin*

*pins you with a narrow-eyed stare* I can't believe you just did that, that nickname belongs to a scolded child. *quirks a brow* Oh, I can't have you thinking I'll have that...
reversedsam
Sep. 9th, 2009 03:37 pm (UTC)
So, missy *innocent smile*, part three is where?

P.S. I'm so gonna pay for that, aren't I?
lowbatterie
Sep. 11th, 2009 06:16 am (UTC)
*arches a brow* Oh, yes you are.
a_parody
Sep. 8th, 2009 06:20 pm (UTC)
jesus christ, woman!

that story needs a part 3 more than any other story in the history of storydom.

hint, hint...
substitute_ego
Sep. 8th, 2009 06:29 pm (UTC)
Yes, yes, I know, I wrote it that way on purpose. Part three is as yet not written, but I'm working on it.
nails9
Sep. 15th, 2009 12:34 am (UTC)
very nice! I've got sudden onset arousal and I'm purring 'cuz you've got me slick as a river....more please!
reversedsam
Oct. 28th, 2009 01:28 am (UTC)
Ugh, so it's been like...forever (I'm walking and everything now, yay working body parts) since you posted part two. If I say pretty please can we have part three? Neglecting your stalk...I mean, readers is plain evil.
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