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01 June 2005 @ 07:47 pm
"20/20" Part 1  
Title: 20/20
Authors: DiNovia and sHaYcH
Rating: NC-17, language, graphic sexual content
Notes: sequel to "The Eyes Have It"
Spoilers: Escape
Disclaimers: We do not own these characters and, though they might be a bit tired after this, they have not been harmed. We have made no profit from this endeavor.
Thanks: To Shay, my co-author, who saved this story and my entire C/O obsession from oblivion. Thank you for all your help.



Casey Novak would not let go of Olivia’s hand, not even when she stepped up to the curb to hail a cab.

“What, we’re not taking the amazing eco-friendly bike?” teased the detective.

Casey turned and gave Liv a quick and breathless kiss as a cab pulled up to them. “Keep it up, Detective. I’ll let you take the bike and I’ll take the cab.” She opened the car door and winked at Olivia before practically diving into the back seat. “And I’ll damn sure start without you,” she added cheekily.

Olivia arched an eyebrow which Casey mirrored sexily.

“Are you … coming, Olivia?” she drawled, caressing the detective’s name with her tongue, drawing out the word in a tumble of rolling vowels, leaving Olivia momentarily stunned.

She calmly slid in next to the redhead and waited patiently for her to give the cabbie her address. When they were safely moving in the direction of Casey’s apartment, she leaned toward the younger woman.

“Someone should do something about that mouth of yours, Counselor,” she said huskily.

Casey struggled to keep her breathing under control. She wanted to maintain a cool, collected façade but she was painfully aware that Liv’s proximity was causing her to tremble with anticipation. She caught the scents of leather and cotton and something spicy and her mouth began to water.

Oh God, she thought. I’m not gonna make it home. It’s going to be right here, right now, my hands, her warmth… Oh God, I want her.

“Oh yeah?” she asked. Her voice dropped an octave, a verbal caress that was part challenge, part plea. “You think you have what it takes?”

Olivia closed the distance between them with a hungry speed. She wrapped long, ardent fingers around the nape of Casey’s neck and pulled her closer as she thoroughly, completely and devastatingly devoured the young woman’s mouth. When she finally broke the kiss, she treated the ADA to a self-satisfied smirk…which Casey totally missed. She had barely managed to begin breathing again, let alone open her eyes.

“I think my record speaks for itself, Counselor,” said the smug NYPD detective. She sat back a little and watched the younger woman struggle for composure.

“Daa-yum!” laughed the cabbie as he glanced into the rearview mirror. “Dat’s gonna keep her quiet for a while, aiight?”

Olivia gave him a lopsided grin.

“Check please?” whimpered Casey.

Olivia chuckled. “Case, we’re in a cab, not a diner.”

“Oh, right.” She took a deep breath and tried again. “Um...home, James?”

Liv leaned into the redhead again, her mouth so close to Casey’s ear that she could have tasted it with the merest flick of her tongue. She pushed her hand between the attorney’s thighs ever so slowly, inching up creamy flesh to brush against the wetness waiting for her.

“Why don’t you just tell him to go faster, Counselor, hmm? You know. ‘Faster, faster, pussycat. Kill, kill.’”

Casey groaned and Olivia swallowed it as she plundered the young woman’s mouth again, their tongues twining, dancing and battling for dominance. A blaring horn from a car nearby pulled the cabbie’s gaze out of the backseat of his cab.

“Shit!” He jerked the wheel hard to avoid hitting the honking car but in the process upended his passengers, throwing Liv back against the door on her side with a flushed and stunned assistant district attorney landing on top of her.

Casey smiled evilly for the flash of a second before growling deep in her throat.

“My turn now, Detective,” she rasped before lunging for the older woman’s kiss-swollen mouth.

Olivia wrenched free and threw her head back against the window as Casey’s mouth began an impassioned trail along her jaw line and down her throat.

“Oh, fuck...” Liv felt Casey’s hands slide under her shirt, felt them race over her skin, the touch searing in its heat and urgency. Coupled with her hot, wet mouth at the hollow of her throat, Casey’s unstoppable hands clutching at her made Liv’s aching need skyrocket in its intensity. She wanted to return Casey’s touch. Wanted, with a wildness that made her breath seize in her lungs, to run her hands through the young woman’s soft fiery hair. But she could barely hold on to the vicarious position she was in, let alone do anything about it. She was completely at the mercy of the smart, sexy woman atop her.

Benson, what you are doing right now is probably illegal in 14 counties, including this one. You are in the back of a cab with Casey Novak and the two of you are making out like crazed teenagers! Casey chose that moment to bite Liv’s pulse point. Olivia hissed with pleasure.

Fuck the city ordinance. She feels so good...

Casey soothed the bite-mark with her hot tongue. The teasing touch disintegrated into a ravenous groan as the tangy, peppery taste of Olivia’s skin exploded in her mouth, transforming her desire to an insatiable need that overwhelmed her senses. She heard nothing but Olivia’s sweet moans, felt nothing but Olivia’s smooth skin under her hands, under her mouth. She needed more.

Now. I have to have her right fucking now.

Her fingers shook as they struggled with the buttons holding Liv’s lavender oxford together and she bit her lip in concentration, intent on her goal.

Open...open, you stupid piece of...

Just when Casey’s patience had evaporated and she was preparing to rip the damn shirt off of Liv, a tentative voice said, “Um, ladies?”

Casey and Olivia froze, slowly looking up at the cabbie who had turned completely around in his seat and was now leering at them through the safety window. He waited for their eyes to unglaze and when he was sure he had their attention, he grinned.

“We’re here.”

Casey blinked twice. “Right,” she said, sitting up and straightening her jacket. Reaching up, she resettled the wire-rimmed glasses that had been knocked askew by the ride. “Here. Good.” She opened the cab door and climbed out, heading immediately for her apartment building. She did not look back.

Both Liv and the cabbie watched her go, amused. Then Olivia realized she’d been left to pay the man. She reached for her wallet.

“How much—”

The cabbie waved her away. “Sheee-it, girl, I should be payin’ yo ass for dat sweet show! You sure are New York’s finest, y’know dat?” He winked at her.

Olivia chuckled despite the flush of heat she could feel climbing up her body. She thanked him and hurried to catch up to Casey, ignoring the cabbie’s wolf whistle parting.

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TBC
 
 
My State of Mind: hornysexy
What the Voices in My Head Hear: Addicted--Kelly Clarkson
 
 
 
Snuffsnuffnyc on June 2nd, 2005 12:15 am (UTC)
lklsjdflaijjesfiweasldlknfalskeoj!)(#*$@)#!...

see, you can write The Sex without sounding like an asshat. I can barely type "lips" without giggling.

and why isnt this posted at teh_casey???
Snuffsnuffnyc on June 2nd, 2005 12:16 am (UTC)
oh, it is. my bad :-)
seftiri: limeseftiri on June 2nd, 2005 12:27 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like part one. I think you'll like the rest, too, when I post it! ;)
(Anonymous) on June 2nd, 2005 06:47 am (UTC)
so kewl
that we finished this thing...

now if only we can get started on the other...;)
seftiri: rightseftiri on June 2nd, 2005 09:17 pm (UTC)
Re: so kewl
Tonight we start "the other"...LOL

You know, I think this will be the first time that I've actually had to use an outline and a timeline to write a story of anykind!

;)

And btw, don't you owe me a few things? Like some more shadow? And my Rumsfeld icon? ;)