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03 June 2005 @ 01:43 pm
20/20 Part 4  
It occurs to me that if I follow the schedule I had for releasing parts of this story, I would not have all the parts up before Monday morning, when I go into the hospital for up to a week while I have major surgery. So you lucky devils get more than one part today! And tomorrow too, I bet!

Title: 20/20
Authors: DiNovia and sHaYcH
Pairing: Casey/Olivia
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.

She winked at the dumbfounded police officer, picked up the tray, and sauntered off to her bedroom…with an extra bit of swing in her hips.

Once again, she did not look back.


“Last one,” said Casey, popping a strawberry slice into Liv’s mouth. Between the two of them they had demolished a clutch of green grapes, two sliced peaches, almost a pint of strawberries, half a baguette, and a block of sharp cheddar cheese. They were still working on the wine.

Olivia swallowed the tangy fruit and patted her stomach. “That was great but God, am I stuffed.”

Casey smiled enigmatically. “That was the plan, Detective. Put you in a food coma and then have my wicked way with you.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Is it working?”

Liv smiled around a sip of wine. “Well, the food coma part is working, at least.” She winked at the redhead who leaned provocatively close.

“Just don’t fall asleep on me, Detective,” she husked. “I still have plans for you.” She touched her lips to the tender spot right below Olivia’s ear and began kissing there, her tongue swirling little patterns against beautiful olive skin. The brunette closed her eyes as a tingle of raw lust skated over her body, leaving her weak and breathless.

“Can I ask you a question?” Casey had finally released Olivia from her teasing touch and was busy getting rid of the food tray and refilling wine glasses. The older woman was pleased that her voice sounded somewhat normal despite her heart still hammering in her chest.

The attorney gazed at Olivia for a moment as if trying to work out what the question was going to be. Then she took a sip of wine. “Sure. What do you want to know?”

The detective ran a finger around the rim of her glass and slid her gaze toward Casey. “How long have you been out?”

Casey looked off to the distance, her brow crinkling with concentration. Just as Liv took another sip of wine, she asked, “What time is it now?”

Olivia Benson spit wine all down her naked body. “What?

The ADA took one look at her lover’s flabbergasted features and burst into laughter.

“Joke! Joke, Olivia! I was joking!” She covered her mouth with one hand, trying to stop her giggles. Her eyes danced in the dim light of the room. “I was sixteen. I fell in love with a girl on my high school softball team. She pitched and I caught. In more ways than one.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Casey!” Olivia wiped ineffectually at the droplets of red on her chest, scowling at the mess. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m sorry, Liv. Honestly.” Her joviality waned—replaced by something much more lascivious—as she watched the detective run her fingers over her wine-stained skin. “Here, let me help.”

She leaned forward and lowered her mouth to cover a droplet located on the swell of one Olivia’s tawny breasts. “Mmmm,” she murmured as she pulled away. She looked up into Olivia’s darkening eyes. “Shiraz tastes even better this way.”

Casey Novak removed her glasses, folded them neatly, and set them on her bedside table. Then she raised herself carefully over her lover and lifted her wine glass into the air, as if making a toast.

“Don’t move,” she ordered. Her voice was barely above a whisper, low and unbelievably sexy. She tipped the glass slowly. A runnel of dark liquid spilled over Olivia’s collar bone and split into rivulets that raced to fill the shadows and shallows of her body. Casey followed every droplet, hunted them down with mouth and tongue, chased them over breasts, belly, and thighs until she finally caught them pooling in her lover’s secret depths.

“Unngh, yes,” hissed Liv. The chill of the wine and the blazing heat of Casey’s mouth coupled with her own slick, velvety longing drove her into the white-hot center of the flame and she cried out, impossibly long fingers clutching at the satin sheets beneath her hands, pulling them from their moorings.

Utterly open, and perfectly vulnerable, she felt flayed to the core by Casey’s desire. Burying her fingers in the ADA’s hair, she tugged at the younger woman’s flame colored tresses, holding her where she most needed her. A faint groan of unfettered passion floated up to Olivia, urging her to pull harder, to grind into the mouth that was driving her to ecstasy.

Casey took hold of Liv’s writhing hips and steadied them as best she could, tasting deeply of her passion…drinking her pleasure…speaking an unspoken language as old as time itself. Olivia was better than the wine; darker and more complex, elegant and earthy, sweet and peppery at the same time. Casey couldn’t get enough. She was drunk with it and she needed more. She dove deeper, mining the sweeter and more precious spirit, the liquor of Liv’s release.

“Mmmnh, yes...Casey...” Olivia’s hips rocked beneath the tender torture of her lover’s keenly talented mouth.

“Casey, oh...God...Casey...” The river pounding inside of her rushed to its banks, rose steadily, powerfully. Relentless. Unstoppable.

“Yes, yes, yes...oh, God...Casey!” The lightning bolt of that name screamed to the sky undammed the roiling rapids and Olivia’s undeniable need flooded her embankments, roaring through her own body and laying waste to Casey’s as well...



My State of Mind: flirtyflirty
What the Voices in My Head Hear: Hi-De-Ho, Blood, Sweat, and Tears