The Dance of the Vulnerable
Fandom: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Category: Pre-slash
Archive: Sure, but ask first.
Feedback: Yes, thanks
Pairing: Casey/Olivia
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 5 "Loss" et al. If you don't know who Casey Novak is there's not much in it for you.
Disclaimers: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit and its characters belong to Dick Wolf et al. No infringement on any copyright is intended and no profit is being made.
Notes: Sequel to "Forced Perspective."
They stood at the foot of the unmade bed. Casey had lead her this far, showed her just what could happen if she followed willingly. She let go of her hand and took off her gun and handcuffs, took the phone from her pocket and placed them on the nightstand; she pleaded out to universe for the phone not to ring.
She took Casey's face in her hands and brought their lips together, pressed their bodies together at the same time. She felt the movement of Casey's hips against her and brought one hand down to her waist. They stepped around the bedroom as they kissed, moving farther from the bed but closer together, and she let her other hand slide to her hip and they were dancing as they kissed: not the casual bump and grind so familiar in the clubs but a braiding of two bodies to the music that filtred through from the next apartment.
Their movements carried them around the room; Casey led her once more and she followed, succumbing to the superior dancer's skill. She spun Olivia easily away only to pull her back with the barest movement of fingers, and they were hip to hip, breast to breast caught in the muffled sound of someone else's music.
They found the bed in spite of themselves, and still moved in syncopated movements as clothes were shed. They flushed in the full contact of skin on skin as they rolled into the centre of the bed. She noticed how cold Casey's legs were as she ran her hands over them. She focused on them, started at the ankles and kissed, licked, and sucked her way up to her thigh and back down the other leg as Casey squirmed and blood rushed back to warm them.
Her attention shifted then as she parted those same legs that moved so easily on any dance floor and planted herself between them. She worked her hard with fingers and tongue, had her dancing on the bed and Olivia was caught once more in the same movements she had when they were vertical. She felt the steady rhythm of her climax on her fingers and eased herself away, resting her head on her thigh.
She thought she'd have a chance to catch her breath but Casey was on top of her and started the first of a thousand kisses at her neck. She laid back and let her work her way lower until she found her clit and kissed it, sucked it like she had her tongue and her own hips were moving then, a steady beat between the mattress and Casey's mouth. She came easily, forgetting everything and reached an arm down to pull Casey up the bed to lie beside her. Then there was silence as the music next door stopped.
"Should we talk about this?"
"What is there to say?" Olivia asked.
"Nothing, everything."
"That's a lot."
"Maybe we should sleep instead. If you'll stay."
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