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The Eyes Have It
ADA Casey Novak took a deep, calming breath before entering the squad room. She was more nervous about this than she had been about trying her first case in court and she felt utterly ridiculous.
You're not in the freakin' 8th grade, Casey Novak. It's not like this is going to cost you your date to the junior prom.
Squaring her shoulders and setting her mouth into a thin, determined line, Casey entered the room, vaguely aware of laughing voices and relaxed conversation. Munch was the first person to notice her presence. Of course.
"Well, well, if it isn't our friendly neighborhood assistant district attorney. And look, boys and girls, she's sporting new gear!"
"Thanks, John," she ground out from between tightly clenched teeth. She colored slightly as she glanced from detective to detective. "Yeah, new 'gear'. The doctor said she didn't know if it was a result of the concussion, but I have an astigmatism now." She reached up and nervously touched the thin, gold wire frames surrounding a new pair of glasses.
All of the detectivesexcept for onecrowded around the ADA.
"Very stylish, Counselor. Very stylish, indeed," commented Munch, laying on the charm. "Don't believe that old saying, okay? Men actually do make passes at girls who wear glasses."
"That's right, scare the woman, why doncha?" asked Fin, punching Munch in the arm. "Don't pay him any mind, Casey. I like 'em. They look real good."
"Yeah, they do," agreed Elliot, giving the attorney a supportive smile. "Don't you think so, Liv?"
Olivia Benson blinked at her partner, vaguely aware that he had just asked her a question but she had no idea what it was. She'd been rooted to her seat ever since Casey Novak had walked into the room with the sexiest, most amazing pair of wire-rimmed glasses adorning her alabaster features.
Not willing to embarrass herself by answering El's question incorrectly or by asking him to repeat himself, Olivia ignored him completely, bolting out of her chair and pushing through the crowd of men around the ADA.
"Casey, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" she asked. Before Casey could respond, however, Liv grabbed the younger woman's hand and pulled her down the hall into one of the interrogation rooms. She had just enough presence of mind to remember the two-way glass but not enough coherent thought to do anything about it.
Instead, once fully inside the room, Olivia dropped Casey's hand as if it had scalded her. Casey closed the door while Olivia began to pace.
"Olivia?" She watched the older woman prowl back and forth as if she'd just mainlined three triple-shot espressos and followed them with a NoDoze chaser. "Liv? What's wrong?" Touching the new frames self-consciously, she asked, "You don't like them?"
Olivia glanced at the ADA and scowled. "No, I don't like them, Casey. I love them." She flexed long fingers over and over, as if they were just itching to touch something something that was way out of reach.
Casey stepped forward and grabbed Olivia's arms, forcing the detective to stop her manic pacing. "Olivia, stop. Just stop." Once she had the woman's attention, she allowed confusion to break across her features in a wave. "Alex had glasses, too, Liv. Did you feel this Oh my god, you did! You did feel this way about her glasses. And you told her, too, didn't you?"
Olivia looked away, blushing. "Yes. She told me she was straight."
Casey almost grinned with relief but she just managed to keep it under control. "What makes you think that I'm not straight, too?" she asked softly.
Wide brown eyes snapped towards her and began rapidly filling with frustrated tears. "Perfect. Just perfect." Olivia tried to pull out of the taller woman's embrace but Casey was holding on too tightly. "I can't have made another pass at a straight woman. Not again." She struggled harder, desperate to put some distance between her and the dream that was crumbling around her.
"Shhh Olivia, calm down." Casey shook the older woman gently, trying to get her attention. "Olivia, listen to me. I'm not straight, okay? I'm not. I promise."
The words came out harsh and arid, as though Olivia had just emerged from the scorched desert only to have Casey offer her a taste of the freshest, coolest water.
The attorney shook her head and smiled tenderly, touched by Olivia's desire. She reached out and cupped the older woman's cheek in her hand, drawing her closer until their lips brushed against each other.
A tentative deepening of the touch and another and finally Olivia could restrain herself no longer. She wound her fingers in Casey's silky red tresses, her hot mouth laying claim to lips and tongue and a sweetness she'd never known before. When she began to see explosions like starlight behind her eyes, she wrenched free of the kiss, taking in a ragged breath.
"We need to get out of here," she growled softly, sliding her hands down Casey's arms and twining her fingers with the younger woman's in a charming display of possessiveness.
"Let me take you home, Liv," whispered Casey between soft nips and hungry touches. "I want you in my bed. I want your body next to mine, skin to skin." She kissed Olivia again, indulging in a long, slow, thoroughly sensual exploration. The heat of her mouth ignited raging infernos all over the detective's body. "I want to be inside you," she breathed against kiss-swollen lips.
Olivia tried to calm the pounding throb of her aching heart but she eventually gave it up as a lost cause.
"Yes," she said, gulping air. She pressed her lips to the redhead's leaping pulse point in the hollow of her throat. "Take me home, Case. Take me home. Now."
ADA Casey Novak took a deep breath, twined her fingers with those of Detective Olivia Benson, squared her shoulders, and re-entered the squad room, her earlier nervousness replaced by a stunning, almost wolfish grin. Casey had never been as determined as she was at that very moment.
Determined, that is, to get Olivia Benson where she belonged naked, warm, and breathless beneath her.
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