❝ Does this turn you on? ❞
l&o: svu prompts
the night had started off civil. dinner, drinks, nothing unusual. when they had returned to the older woman’s apartment later in the evening, the pair had settled on the couch. olivia sits upright with outstretched legs and in front of where her feet rest on the edge of the coffee table sits a bottle of merlot beside two glasses a nightcap. scully’s limbs are draped lazily across her body and her fingers graze the exposed skin of her arms.
HER FINGERS their feather touches had trailed over her forearms for what seemed like eternity, but they were innocent ; she didn’t mind. it wasn’t until their path hooked and the tips began to drag over the exposed slit of skin above her belt. her shirt had lifted ever so slightly, and the redhead had taken notice. she speaks then, there’s a husk in quiet way she asks, and olivia lets a soft laugh slip though her lips. the question is rhetorical they already know the answer. she swallows in attempt to gain some composure, and shakes her head even though the other woman couldn’t see. she was a strong woman, damn near made of stone. but scully knew exactly just how to make her crumble.
olivia acts unbothered by the question, and shrugs her shoulders against the back of the couch. confirm or deny?? she’ll opt for the latter. a moment passes, she adjusts her position and when she finally speaks her voice is low, rich. ❛ stop touching me. ❜
( the ache between her legs is starting to annoy her. )
