This is based off of a short scenario I’ve had in my head all day. Barba is obviously very reserved in his own emotions and feelings. I wanted the reader to blow up on him about bugging her about the age difference.
Also, I highly recommend getting the y/n extension for fanfiction; it’s great.
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Two months on the job, so far you've seen rape cases, child abuse cases, and even a circus related sex trafficking case.
"Y/N." Liv called from her office.
She gestured her hand, giving the now familiar signal. You stood up from your desk and walked into her office. In her office were pictures of Noah, some paper work, Liv herself, and ADA Barba.
You met Barba a few months ago on a child trafficking case, but you've never shared more than one or two sentences. As a new cop, you weren't super involved in the action or have had enough experience in SVU to be used in a testimony.
"You've met Mr. Barba before haven't you?" Liv asked.
You nodded.
"It's nice to see you again counselor."
He nodded, avoiding eye contact. Liv leaned over her desk. She pulled out a medium sized packet of what looked to be print outs from some website chatroom.
"Well, given the circumstances I wouldn't say so. Y/N, you've heard about the death threats on public forums surrounding Barba isn't that right?" Liv asked.
Again, you nodded.
"That's right lieutenant."
"Well since we're still short staffed you'll be assigned to protect Mr. Barba for at least the next twenty four hours, or until TARU can trace the threats."
Barba took a step towards Liv. He placed his hands onto her desk. In a lowered voice he spoke,
"Liv, this is unnecesarry."
"No it's not, and you've received these kinds of threats before." Liv interrupted.
Liv sat down and brushed some papers aside.
"Now, obviously Mr. Barba cannot return to his own apartment for security reasons, Y/N, do you have an apartment or place he could stay for the time being?"
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You turned the key and pushed the door open. Luckily for you, you finally got around to cleaning up the place yesterday. If this had happened any sooner you and Barba would be drowning in laundry and old boxes of chinese food. Barba hasn't said a word since you two left in your handme down 2006 Honda Civic. Maybe he was judging your poor sorry ass, or maybe he didn't want to admit to feeling worried about the threats on his life. Either way, you decided that you didn't want to be the first to speak up. Social anxiety aside, you were starting to get used to putting on a cop persona. Normally you could speak with ease while on the job, but now you found yourself having difficulties. After all, he was much older than you. And worse still you found him attractive. Whenever talking to someone that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside you turned into a babbling mess.
"What's your wifi password?" He asked, breaking the silence.
Even while under protection, he's an ADA who needs to get his work done. No matter the circumstances. You imagine that must be stressful.
"Oh, it's uhh, 'shootingstar23'. I didn't pick that it came with the router." You answered.
All you got was a "hm" in response. He still refused to look at you. He sat down at your kitchen table and typed in your password. He didn't even ask for the wifi name, just the password. You suppose that you must be the only one in this building who can afford password protected wifi.
You sat down a few feet away in a mildly beaten up armchair. You placed some paper work onto the coffee table. It was a small packet of forms and things to sign. It was all work related, and as much as you hated paperwork, it gave you an excuse not to make conversation. Barba always seemed... indifferent towards you. You didn't think it was hatred or even a dislike, but you were new; to him you could be the new Carisi. You made a note not to take it personally.
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"So, when did you decide to become a cop?" He asked.
You flinched a little, not expecting his sudden interest in you. He couldn't tell, he didn't even look up from his screen. But you guess after half an hour you could both use a bit of conversation.
"When I was a kid, young, at least." You responded.
Barba continued typing away. His eyes never leaving the screen.
"You're still young aren't you?" He asked..
"I suppose so," You respond, a little frustrated with his increasingly intrusive questions.
"Hm." He responded.
The nerve of this man, you swear to god. Somehow it was now even more uncomfortable than before. Could you really get along with this man?
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More time had passed before he spoke again.
"I mean, aren't you a little young to be a cop?" Asked Barba.
You let out a long exhale. You knew he was teasing, but something about his comments really got under your skin. You knew it came with the territory of his job, but couldn't he give it a rest?
"Listen, counselor," You turned your head towards him.
"No offense, but fuck you. Honestly, fuck you," You rose from the armchair.
"I have worked hard to get here; harder than most newbie cops. Do you know how long it took me to be taken even mildly serious? Me, a female cop? Everybody has their problems, counselor, including me, including you," Your face began to turn red. You would be embarrased if you weren't suddenly so angry; he really got under your skin. The once cocky smile he wore turned into a look of shock and confusion. For the first time he took his eyes off the screen, focusing on you.
"You're quick to judge, but who do you think is going to take care of you once you're in an old folks home? That's right, the younger generation. The millenials, the gen z kids. I may not have as much experience as my co-workers in the precinct, but I am not as priviledged as you think I am,"
You could feel your lungs and internal organs pumping with adrenaline. What would Liv do when she found out you snapped at ADA Barba? You were assigned to protect him until they could trace the men who were sending him death threats. Now you're throwing a fit infront him. You've lost your cool, and now you're acting highly innapropriately. You take in another breath.
"I grew up in trailer parks surrounded by junkies. My family couldn't afford to get a tv until I was six. Even then we could only afford hand me down Rugrats VHS tapes. I never even touched a computer until I was twelve, a cellphone when I was fifteen, a smartphone when I was seventeen," You could feel puddles of water form in your lowerlid; you were desperately trying not to cry.
"My father, that shitfaced bastard, was never even around. Boo hoo, what a sob story am I right? An absentee father? I fought tooth an nail to get the funds to go to the academy. My sister OD'd a week before I got in," You paused and looked to the floor. Your tears were beginning to force their way down your cheeks.
"So please, counselor, remind me of how young, naive, and priviledged I am. I'm sure you're perfect."
I wanted to write another smut piece and after I started typing it just kept going and going. Ooops. So it’s kinda long. But it basically nothing but smut with a little introduction at the start. Enjoy!
Rafael Barba x Female Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut
Word count: 6188
“Take a turn here onto 57th,” Barba demanded from the passenger seat, “It will be a lot faster.”
“I am fine the way I am going thank you,” you replied as you continued driving down 9th Avenue.
“57th will be faster,” he repeated. “Do you want to get there or not?”
“I am driving, okay Miss Daisy?” You glanced his way to see him glaring back at you. “Why don’t you go read a book or something?”
He continued to stare at you with contempt in his eyes as you missed the turn he wanted to take. Benson had asked that you accompany him in speaking to a suspect at his place of work. She thought that having both of you there might just fuel his ego enough to force him to slip up.
“Fine,” he finally said, “I wouldn’t listen to the New York born and bred citizen either.”
“You don’t drive in this city Barba. I do.”
Your working relationship had always been like this. Small quips at one another that usually amounted to nothing but the rolling of eyes from the rest of the squad. It never came from a place of malice but rather frustration at the job at hand and a mutual appreciation for sarcasm. You were both able to use your quick wit to create a back and forth banter that may have bordered flirtation but never crossed the line. You were still professional enough to keep it workplace appropriate.
“You know, Miss Daisy would never be driven around without some music to accompany the trip,” Barba said, straitening up in his seat wriggling his shoulders. “What have you got?”
Smiling you reached over to turn the radio on accepting his request.
It was a waste of time. You didn’t find out any more than you already knew and you hadn’t found a way to catch him in a mistake. Barba however, was still so certain that you would find a way to put the perp behind bars. You were not so sure. As you both exited the building you lost yourself in the confidence that radiated from him with every step that he made. He was mad and determined, two things that only added fuel to his already burning fire. He showed absolutely no concern for the situation at hand and you were in awe.
“Hey,” he said finally noticing you staring at him. “We will get him. I will get him.”
“Where do you get this confidence from?”
“Six cups of coffee per day with the occasional whisky.”
“Right. That’s a diet I could get used to.”
“Well it is late,” he asked after a moment of hesitation. “Does Liv want you back? We could fill our whisky quota for the day.”
You checked the time taking the opportunity to hide your face feeling your cheeks redden. Composing yourself you looked up to find him awaiting your answer. “No, I think she will be fine. I’ll just text her.”
By 8:30 you had found yourself sitting in a small booth in a bar that Barba had referred to as having ‘the best whisky in Manhattan’. You were pretty sure it was the same as any other whisky at any other bar in the city but you took his word for it. Taking your first sip he watched you intently waiting for your reaction.
“Well?” he asked.
“Yes, I can confirm. This is in fact whisky.”
“Oh you are a great detective aren’t you?”
“Why thank you,” you replied surprised by the sudden shift in banter this time around. Usually, it involved small insults at one another. Not joke like compliments.
“This is where I come after a tough case.” He raised his glass. “This helps.”
“I can feel its effects already.”
“Good,” he said taking another sip.
“Did you always want to be a detective?” he asked diving into the type of personal conversation you two rarely had.
“No actually. When I was a kid I wanted to be…” You looked up and suddenly lost all confidence in what you were saying. His eyes stared at you watching your every move waiting for a response. “It’s too embarrassing. I can’t say.”
“What is it?”
“No, I am not telling you.”
“I will tell you mine if you tell me yours,” he said smirking at the possible reveal of your little secret.
You smiled at him before finally saying, “Ok. When I was little I dreamed of being a famous actress. It’s kind of why I love living in New York.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” You covered your face unable to hide the embarrassment. “It’s so awful now because I cannot act at all. Unless it’s to go undercover but there is just something different about that.”
You glanced back at him and found him staring into your eyes. For a moment you both held each other’s eyes as a small flip turned over in your stomach. You took it as a sign for another drink, breaking the contact and indulging in the liquid.
“So do you want to know mine?” he asked as you took another sip.
“Oh right. Yes. Mr Barba what did you want to be as a child?”
He smirked at the mention of his name as he looked at you and simply said, “A lawyer.”
“Well, I guess dreams do come true.”
“Let me drive you home,” you told him. Maybe it was because it was cold and you couldn’t stand the thought of him out shivering. Maybe it was because you didn’t want him to leave. Not just yet. But you found yourself hating the idea of the night being over. It was too early to end.
“No it’s fine I can get an uber,” he resisted pulling out his phone to order the service.
“Barba,” you said snatching his phone from his hand and holding it behind your back, “it’s fine. I can drive you.”
“And be subjected to the Miss Daisy insult again?”
“I promise not to call you Miss Daisy again. I even promise to follow your instructions.”
“Ok fine. Thankyou.” He placed his hand out in front of him. “My phone?”
“Right,” you said placing his phone in his hand allowing your palm to rest over his fingertips. Your skin prickled at the contact sending shivers throughout your body. Bringing your hand back to your side, you stepped away creating space between the electricity you felt for the man standing beside you.
Arriving at his apartment you were completely aware of how your night was only seconds away from coming to an end. He was about to exit the car and leave for good. You missed him already and didn’t want him gone. You tried to think of ways to stall him. Ask him about a case? Or ask him what his favourite colour was. Anything. But your mind was blank and your lips still as no words came out. You just stared at him with your hands resting on the wheel.
Barba shifted his seat turning to look at you. “Thanks for the ride home,” he said as he gathered his things and opened the door.
Your mind was racing with all of the ways you could get him to stay inside of the car for a second longer. But nothing came out. You just watched as he stepped outside into the cold night.
“No problem,” you said silently kicking yourself for being unable to get him to stay. “Goodnight.”
Just like that, he was gone. You slouched in your seat unsure what was happening to you. It was then that you noticed it sitting on the passenger seat. Barba’s phone glistened up at you giving you one more chance. Before you even knew what you were doing you grabbed it and jumped out of the car.
“Barba!” you called just as he was about to enter his building. “Your phone- you forgot your phone.”
Just before he entered his building he stopped turning around with a smile on his face watching you race towards him holding the device out in front of you.
“Thank you,” he said as you finally reached where he was standing. “That would have been a disaster in the morning.”
Again, he held out his hand as you placed the phone over his palm. Only this time you didn’t pull your hand away.
“That wouldn’t have been good,” you said almost in a whisper. Your fingers lingered over his as you looked up to see his staring back at you. Searching for permission in his green eyes you slowly slid the tip of your fingers over the side of his hand before pulling it away waiting for his next move. You weren’t even sure if he was feeling the same desires that sat inside your stomach right now. All you knew was that you wanted more. You wanted to touch him and kiss him. You wanted his hands to explore your body in a way that no two people who work together should.
He didn’t move. He just looked at the phone still sitting in his hand. You thought that you had got all of this wrong. That maybe he didn’t feel that same fire you felt. That the next time you saw each other at work you would have to suppress the surge of embarrassment that would rise inside of you. How could you have been so stupid? How could you have messed this all up? You were about to turn around to hide from him and the entire world when he stopped you. It was subtle, but he had returned your touch with his hand now placed on the side of your arm.
“Wait,” he said looking into your eyes.
He watched for your reaction before pulling you closer to him with your body almost pressed up against his. Time stopped. Or sped up, you weren’t even sure as all you could focus on was his arm wrapped around you. The street noise became a blur in the back of your mind. It was as if all of the street lights were focused on the man’s face in front of you as everything else became dark. You looked down at his lips seeing them up close for the first time. You felt a strong desire to meet them with yours. It took you over as you leant forward almost brushing your lips against his but pausing before contact had been made. Breathing in his air you felt dizzy from his scent. Nothing else in the world existed right now except for the man holding you tight against him as he closed his eyes before connecting his lips with yours.
Before you could comprehend what was happening you opened your mouth allowing him to explore it further. His tongue played with yours and your hands came up to cup his face as you tried to get closer. It was rough and passionate and all you wanted was more. More of his kiss and touch and his body.
Finally, he broke the kiss, inhaling sharply and out of breath. You worried that maybe he had realised what a bad idea this was. How what you had just done would affect your work relationship. Your mind raced over every interaction you had just had trying to figure out where you had gone so wrong.
“Do you- do you want to come upstairs?” He stuttered pulling you out of your train of thought.
You looked back at him returning the smile on his face. “Yes,” was all you could say before you were being shown in the door and into the elevator.
As soon as the doors closed leaving you two alone in the small box your bodies had reconnected attached at the lips.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked through the many kisses you planted on his mouth. He always had been a thinker, and today was no exception. Taking the time to make sure you were happy with where your make out session was going he stopped you waiting for an answer.
“Yes, I am sure.” You kissed him again just as the elevator doors opened.
“Follow me,” he said leading you out into the hallway. You held onto his hand and followed him down to the end of the hall. Fiddling with his keys unable to unlock the door fast enough for your arousal so you impatiently started kissing him again. His fingers stopped moving as he indulged in your taste pushing you up against the door he was just trying to open.
“Open the door,” you told him with your mouth pressed against his.
“I am trying.” He pulled away. “Give me a second ok.”
Regaining control over his fingers Barba finally unlocked pushing it open behind you. You didn’t enter however as you leant in again, kissing him once more. With your bodies attached the two of you burst through in a tangle kisses and touching. Kicking the door closed behind him and pushing you up against the wall he finally allowed his hands to explore where they hadn’t before. His large hands tenderly roamed over your hips then down to your ass. He took a hold of it pressing your groin tight against his. Your hands worked their way up to his face once more before he grabbed them and pinned them over your head. Holding you tight against the wall his lips travelled to your neck sending every nerve down the right side of your body to tingle in pleasure.
You let out a moan at the sensation only fuelling your desire for more. This was the moment you had never known you wanted. All of that banter and slight flirtation had led you right here in his apartment between the wall and his body.
“Rafael,” you gasped making him tense up at the sound of his first name. With one hand still holding you in place, his hesitant fingers slipped under your t-shirt awaiting further approval. You looked at him and nodded before his shaky hand slid up your body delicately cupping your breasts in his one hand. Bringing his other hand down, he tugged anxiously at the fabric of your shirt to bring it up over your head. With your arms still in the air, he lifted it over your face throwing it behind him, before reconnecting with your breasts. He brought his lips down to your chest, exploring your exposed skin slowly with the tip of his tongue.
“I thought that whisky was meant to boost your confidence,” you said watching him play in your chest.
“You want more?” he asked looking up at you from down at your chest.
Nodding again and arching your back you allowed him to reach behind you as he unhooked your bra exposing your chest fully to his exploring hands. His mouth joined as he licked over your nipples taking both of them in his mouth, one at a time. This time it was faster and without doubt as he finally allowed himself to not be hindered by his own mind. You felt your lower half respond as your underwear quickly filled with your own arousal. A surge took over him for more, as he sped up his movements eliciting a gasp from your lips. You swiftly hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling his body tighter into yours. You wanted more, not satisfied with the clothed man pressed up against you. Your fingers worked their way to his chest pulling at the tie wrapped around his neck. He eagerly responded, helping you rid himself of the expensive silk and unbuttoning his shirt. Unhooking the suspenders hungry for what lay beneath them you rid him of his clothes before sucking on his exposed neck.
He let out a moan as you worked your way down to his chest only to be stopped by the white undershirt he was wearing. You tugged at the fabric tucked into his pants as he lifted his arms allowing you to rip it off him. Finally, you saw skin. Your hands hungrily explored his chest feeling a lot more hair than you had expected. He pressed you tight up against the wall, gently reaching for your behind and swiftly picking you up holding you against him. His groin was so close to yours with only a few layers of fabric between the two you needed to be free of them also.
“Take me to the bedroom Rafael,” you purred desperate for more.
He carried you into the master suite and threw you onto the bed watching you readily bounce back up. Removing both of your shoes he then crawled on top of you as you meet his lips with yours in a frenzy of kisses and massaging tongues. Rafael pulled back to run his tongue over your lip tracing where his mouth had just been. You felt intoxicated at his touch reaching up to take more of him. You needed more. Breathless you began tugging at his pants, to rid him of the clothed barrier that sat between you. He had the same urge, as he helped free himself while you began work of your own pants. He couldn’t wait another moment tugging and tearing them off you then the underwear from your body. He pulled them tight down your legs tossing them aside and making quick work of removing his own. He was huge. You looked down amazed at what sat before you let out a sigh for what you saw.
“Everything ok?” he whispered as he ran his hands up your leg towards your centre.
“Yes,” you whispered as you grabbed a hold of him and stroked up and down his length.
His head dipped at your touch just as his fingers stroked over your dripping slit. You were intoxicated by his touch uncertain that you could ever get enough. Using his arms he spread your legs further allowing his fingers to explore deeper just as he inserted a finger inside of you. He began pumping it in and out using his other hand to gently rub your clit. Exploring your inner walls he moved his fingers finding the spot that made you cry out in pleasure.
“Oh my god- right there,” you blurted unable to keep the sound within.
He smirked as he began playing you harder and faster. He stayed there a moment before pulling out overtaken by the urge to be inside of you. Grabbing hold of himself he stopped at your centre with a sudden thought.
“Do you want me to-“ he stuttered, “to cover up?”
“No, I am ok,” you looked back at him, “protected and clean.”
“Me too,” he said before sinking inside of you.
You both moaned out in pleasure as you took in his full length. He allowed a moment to adjust before then slowly pumping in and out of you. It was intoxicating as you wrapped your legs tight around his body. Using your hands you grabbed at his muscular frame scratching at the skin which covered his shoulder blades. You matched his thrusts with your own causing you both to grunt loudly. It was almost animalistic the way you both went at it in his bedroom. Before long you felt him tense up and looked up at him to see a strained look on his face.
“Let go,” you gasped, “come for me.”
“But I am-“ he said through loud pants and moans, “waiting-for-you.”
“It’s ok,” you cried out, “we have all night.”
It was then that he came, filling you up and moaning at the pleasure that took him over. Slowly he came to a stop pulling out of you and looked down with slight embarrassment.
“Don’t worry,” you reassured him as he moved to your side, “I know we aren’t done.”
“What can I do?” he whispered regaining his breath.
“Fingers? I loved that.”
“Can I use my tongue?” he asked anticipation written all over his face.
You saw the excitement in his eyes, making you blush. “Yes.”
Kissing you once on the lips he worked his way down your body. Stopping at your nipples he took each one into his mouth making them grow in arousal. Excited by his destination he ventured down to find you still dripping in desire.
He worked his tongue along the side of your lips breathing over your centre but not making contact. You looked down at him to find him staring back up at you and smirking at your response.
“Don’t tease,” you growled just before he delved in parting your lips with his tongue.
It was intense and you could already feel the tension building within you. As he licked over your clit your toes began to curl in response. He then took a finger quickly inserting it inside of you and pulling it up to the top wall finding the spot you loved so much.
“Yes-“you cried out, “keep going.”
He knew what he was doing was working as your hands came down to run through his thick hair. His free hand came up to work your nipples while he added a second finger inside of you. You were dripping out onto the bed now but he wouldn’t stop, taking it as a sign for more. The pleasure was intense as your body began to shake from the sensations that were building within. You entire clit began to pulse as the tension only built up, causing you to cry out in the need for release.
“Fuck yes-“you jerked, “Rafael I’m…”
The orgasm rocked your body as time slowed down to an almost standstill pace. He worked you through it until it came to an end, tasting and licking every drop you gave him. Finally, he removed his fingers from inside of you and worked his way up your body to meet your eyes. Resting to your side he kissed your neck just waiting for you to come back down to earth.
“That was amazing,” you whispered still unable to find your voice. He watched as you started to regain feeling in your body gently caressing your side with his fingers. For the first time that night it was soft and intimate. You looked into his eyes as his forehead came to rest on yours. You began to feel a new sensation in your stomach. This one wasn’t like the sensation you had just felt but a more emotional one. You wondered if maybe he felt it too as you lay there in his arms.
Finally, you had feeling in your body once more, so you rolled over on top of him kissing down his jaw and neck.
“You know,” you teased, “I can go again if you can.”
He looked back up at you with a smile on his face. “It might take a little work,” he whispered with a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
“I can do that,” you said as you lifted yourself from his body and worked your way down to his lower half.
“You don’t have to-“ he stuttered just as you took him in your mouth tasting yourself on your own tongue.
He wasn’t quite back to full size so you licked and sucked feeling him grow in your mouth. Reaching up to cup his balls you heard a loud moan escape his lips. Using his sound as encouragement you worked your way up and down his length with your lips. Taking him down harder you looked up to see him staring up at the ceiling in pleasure. You didn’t exactly know what he liked so you decided to experiment a little. Very gently, you used your teeth to scrape along his shaft which only made him moan louder. You loved the reactions coming from his lips that you wanted to see how far you could go. Removing him from your swollen red lips, you planted sloppy kisses down the side of his cock almost making out with it.
“Fuck-“ he growled swearing for the first time in your presence. You took him back in your mouth feeling him clench at your touch. “If you want to-“ he tried through his heavy breathing, “-if you want to go again you need to stop now.”
You pulled up making a loud popping noise with your mouth. “Ok,” you said as you climbed your way back up his body. Needing to feel him inside once more, you hovered over him with your hands sprawled over his chest. He watched in awe as you sat above his body. Slowly you sunk down taking him inside of you. The new sensation caused you to both moan loudly once more. Slowly you started to rock your hips making his cock disappear deeper inside of you. As you rode him your breasts bounced with it making him reach up and grab them in his hands. This time it was slower and less urgent as you both took the time to appreciate the other’s body. He began to thrust up into you hitting spot that caused a falling feeling inside of your whole stomach. Removing one hand from your breast he took it to your clit rubbing circles over it just as you cried out loudly.
“Rafael-“you cried throwing your head back at the pleasure that ran through you.
“Together,” he groaned, “can you come with me?”
“Maybe,” you responded trying to manoeuvre your body to find the right spot. “Change positions?” you growled as you lifted yourself from him and sat up. You rolled onto your back pulling him on top of you sighing when he entered you again. You rocked your hips up to take in more of him as he reached for your clit. You wanted nothing more than to come with him and worked to make that happen.
“How can I-?” he grunted as he slapped in and out of you.
“Faster,” you cried out as he sped up, “and harder.”
Just then he hit you at a new pace sending a new jolt of electricity through your body. You dug your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around him tight as the tension built up in the pit of your stomach. He grabbed your arms with his holding them above your head as he dived into you harder. You were not going to last much longer at this pace so you cried out letting him know that you were almost ready. It was then that your legs began to shake and your inner walls tightened. He came inside of you for a second time that night just as your body dissolved into pleasure beneath him. You both held onto each riding out each other’s orgasm. When you both finally calmed he kissed the top of your forehead before pulling himself out of you. All you could do was lay there as your body was unable to move. He sank next to you staring up at the ceiling reliving what you had both just experienced.
“That was incredible,” he whispered almost inaudibly.
“I know,” you replied in the same tone.
You thought over what had just happened in your head. It had been some of the most incredible sex you had ever had yet you felt nervous about what was to come. Had it been a mistake? Had you just ruined everything for your career in one stupid night of passion?
“You know-“ he said, “At work, we should just keep this between us.”
“That’s probably for the best,” you answered unsure as to what he was thinking. You started to feel a sinking feeling in your stomach completely opposite to what you had felt only a few minutes prior.
“And if this,” he gestured between the two of you as he sat up against the bedhead, “if this was only a one-night thing, that’s ok.”
Your heart sunk. You sat up next to him ready to grab your stuff and leave. What had you just done? He didn’t want it to happen again. Of course, he thought it was a mistake. It was stupid and a bad idea and he was much smarter than that. “Yeah,” you muttered slinging your knees over the side of the bed ready to move away, “maybe that’s for the best.”
Just as you were about to stand and find your clothes you felt a hand on your shoulder. “But-“ he kissed you next to where his hand lay, “I wouldn’t mind if it was something more.”
You turned to look at him hoping to find his true intentions in his eyes. It was one of kindness and adoration not that of a man only interested in another quick fuck. You kissed him on the lips feeling him sink at your touch.
“I would like that too,” you whispered.
He pulled you close into him kissing your cheek before holding you close in his arms. It was there the two of you lay for a while before finally drifting off to sleep. You weren’t sure where this new relationship was going or how it would affect your work. All you knew was that you had found where you wanted to be. In his arms and safe from the world.
