𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 …. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.
a little think piece. just throwing this out there. he is so sassy. and cute. and perfect. raul esparza, will you marry me?
"what the hell are you doing..?"
you had barged into his office 5 minutes ago, tired of your own detective work and using your lunch break to annoy your husband at his job. you loved your husband, rafael- the sassy bastard that swore in spanish and had a tie fetish.
"visiting. or do you have visiting hours, like a jail cell?"
you put the coffee you had got him earlier on the table, just the way he liked it, completely dark, with absolutely no sugar or milk because he was an ass.
"okay, rude. what happened to the caring wife act?" he grinned, and you giggled, as you kissed his cheek.
problem (for him) was, you were wearing very obvious lipstick. dark red, the kind that sexy milfs wear. and it was showing right there, and he didnt notice- despite his genius, he never noticed such things.
you kept kissing him, reaching under his arms to tickle him as you did.
"good god..what the hell are you doing?" he giggled, GIGGLED. the man only giggled when your son did something stupid.
"help..sweetheart come on.." punctured by giggles, you finally let him go and couldn't help but let out your own laugh.
his face was bombarded with lipstick. there was lipstick on his ear even, it was a beautiful sight.
"what? lady, youve attacked me with your beautiful lips and now youre looking at me funny."
"youre pretty." you smiled, taking a picture.
"uh huh...bensons probably gonna call you back to her office soon, you know that right?"
you pouted at the hint that you should go, but it was for the better. you had a good, important job and couldnt risk your captain wondering where the hell you were.
"wait, wait.." you couldnt help it! you kissed him properly one last time, on his lips, those beautiful pretty boy cuban lips, and thought about the fantastic sex you guys would be having tonight.
"hey. te quiero. see you tonight okay?" he blew you a kiss.
he almost was never romantic like this, saving it for the rare occassions like anniversaries and when you needed a shoulder to cry on.
you caught the kiss, and blew it back.
"you owe me" you winked at him, owed you his giant hairy cock, more like.
a few hours later, your good friends odofin tutuola and nicholas amaro had strolled over to his office because raf was on their asses about...some papers or something, more victim evidence.
barba looked up, and saw the two detectives, still not realizing his face was COVERED in lipstick absolutely smothered.
"wow. uh. nice face. its red." nick stuttered, not knowing how to handle this situation as he looked at his superior, fin for help.
"look in the mirror man.' fin laughed, shaking his head.
he turned around, and saw the disaster on his face.
