This is one shot smut with Barba and a female detective that have been having a fling. It is nsfw kinda basic not angsty, just getting back into smut writing. 18+ nsfw
Tw: slightly rough sex and lots of profanity
Handsy
This was your first time testifying, you’d spent nearly all night prepping with Barba. He wanted made clear that he wouldn’t treat you differently in the court room just because your relationship outside of work, he was gonna grill you just as hard as anyone else. You’d both decided that after the prep session you’d part ways until court tomorrow morning.
The next morning as you got ready Rafael’s words echoed in your head “You’ve got to dress the part”.
Instead of your usual dark wash jeans, blouse, and blazer you find a nice form fitting pencil dress in a deep purple color and throw a silk button down underneath. You grab a pair of heels, fix your hair and makeup, rushing out the door.
Luckily you make it to the court room with time to spare. Before the questioning begins, you see Rafael giving you an all too familiar look. He tries to compose himself during your questioning frequently fixing his tie like he couldn’t loosen his collar to save his life. He’s able to bring the focus back to the case and he wraps the case in record time.
After the verdict’s in he asks to see you in his office. All you can think is that you fucked up somehow, you’re nervous, but try to play it cool. He asks you to close the door behind you and your heart sinks. This is it, he was about to scold you for something you said or did.
“You did great today, alittle distracting though”. He says with a low growl as he comes up behind letting his hands travel your curves.
“Rafie, whats gotten into you, we’re at work”, you manage to squeak out.
“I suppose you’re right. I just really like this color on you. What I wouldn’t do to see you bent over my desk”. He says with a brow raised.
You spin around to face him and playfully yank his tie. “Nice try, you’ll have to wait until we get home”, you chide.
He signs in slight disapproval “You’re right”. He gives you a firm slap on the bottom before sending you on your way.
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Finally the day comes to a close, Rafael and yourself leave one after the other. You meet outside and call a cab. He can’t keep his hands off of you on the ride to his place. His hand finds its way to your inner thigh as he kisses you making you squirm. You get to his apartment and the only time he stops touching you is to unlock the door. As soon as your inside he pushes you up against the wall nipping at your neck.
“I don’t think I can make it to the bedroom”, he’s says hands still exploring your body.
You’re able to make it to the kitchen before he finally gives in and pushes you onto the counter. His hands find their up your dress and pull off your panties.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day”, says as he gets on his knees. He begins kissing your thighs alternating sides getting high and higher until his head is fully between your legs. You grab at his hair as you feel his tongue against the warmth between your legs. You moan and tug his hair as his tongue traces small circles around your clit. He hums in delight at your reaction and picks up the pace.
Before you can stop yourself you wrap his tie in your fist giving it a firm yank. As happy as he was to lap you up all night that move alone made him rock hard. He loved the way you could beg him to fuck you without saying a single word. Suddenly he’s to his feet and you’re roughly pulling him closer, biting his lip.
He guides your hand to the inseam of his pants making you grope it teasingly. “This is what you’re waiting for, isn’t it?”, he smirks.
You nod and bite your lip.
“No, don’t get shy now. I need to hear you say it”, he growls.
He loved hearing you talk dirty to him even if he had to lead you to it. The filthier the better, that’s what got him going.
You skim his trousers with your finger, looking him in eyes. “I want to feel your cock inside of me”, you breathily say.
That’s exactly what he needed, you hear his hands fumble for his belt with a clink. He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. Now guiding your hand to stroke it slowly, until it’s just your hand continuing the motion. If you wanted to you could have him melting in your palm already.
Through shaking breathes “Mmm. You mean this? That’s what you want?”, he asks teasingly.
“Yes, god yes! Rafie, just fuck me already”, you respond impatiently. That’s exactly what he wanted, melting into a puddle before he’s even made you cum.
He lines himself up and pushes inside you slowly, letting you feel exactly what you wanted. Grabbing your ass he slides you forward so you could feel his cock even deeper. You moan in his ear, as he steadily thrusts into you. His own sounds of ecstasy left him through groans.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day”, he replies under his breath. His pace quickens as he begins fucking you harder.
You can’t help but moan louder letting his name slip out as you can feel the tension in your stomach ballooning. “Rafie, don’t stop”, you gasp.
“Fuck. I want you to cum for me. I want to feel it, please, baby. Cum for me”, he growls.
At this point he’s doing his best to keep his composure. You can feel how close his is to bursting but so are you. With a few sharp thrusts you feel the tension inside bubble over and burst. He begins panting and groaning as he feels your cum dripping down his shaft. He’s more than satisfied it sends him over the edge and with a few unsteady buckles of his hips he spills into you.
It feels like every muscle in your bodies wants to go limp. He cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead as he pulls out of you.
“Now that we’ve had dessert, let me make you dinner. Keep your panties off I may want seconds”. He says as he buckles his pants.
Rafael Barba x Reader. AN: Taking a lot of liberties and using a lot of prompts and part of a challenge here, specifically: @madpanda75 “from your smutty prompt list, can you please do “Friends don’t do this kind of shit!” where Barba and the reader go to a bar, have some tequila, then do some body shots” as well as @delia26 “I turned out liking your a lot more than I originally planned.” Finally, using Jewel’s “Who Will Save Your Soul” as part of @thefanficfaerie‘s birthday challenge.
CW: language, totally NSFW.
AN: Please forgive any typos. Again, writing through grief is weird AF. I’m trying my best. AN2: Picking up slightly from where we last off. Smut’s under the cut!
WC: 2k-ish
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You took Rafael’s hand and allowed him to lead the way. “I should have done this that night you were here – when I invited you to hear my closing.” Rafael looked through his vinyl collection, quickly finding the record he was looking for. You instantly recognized the cover to the record as the one you chose. Rafael waited for the turntable platter to stop spinning before he gently removed it and returned it to its cover. Finally, Rafael set the new record to play and Moonlight began to play.
Rafael returned to you and took you into his arms. He caressed your face gently, pushing your hair away from your face. “I should have kissed you that night. And every night before then and every night after. I shouldn’t have waited.” Rafael lowered his face and brushed his lips against yours. You felt your heart swell at his proclamation and eagerly returned his kiss. His stubble prickled your skin and you lasciviously wondered what it would feel like in between your legs.
Your tongues gently rolled over one another’s as you each explored the caverns of your mouths. You moaned slightly and Rafael took the cue to deepen the kiss. Your hands ran up and down his defined arms, before running down to his sides. Rafael nipped your bottom lip and sucked it in between his teeth, causing you to moan.
Rafael moved back to your neck, focusing his ministrations on a particularly sensitive spot. You ran your hands into his hair and gripped tightly as he sucked a mark into your neck. You whimpered as he used the tip of his tongue to soothe the bruised spot.
“Still have to go?” Rafael asked breathless, as he pulled away. He beamed at the hickey that was beginning to develop.
You shook your head, smirking. “No.”
“Good. I want to have breakfast and I bet you’re just delicious.”
You laughed heartily at his comment and then squealed as he picked you up, hoisting you over his shoulder and leading you back to his bedroom.
Rafael gave your ass a smack as he carried you over your shoulder to his bedroom. From there he plopped you onto his bed and you sunk into the fluffy comforter in a fit of giggles.
“What’s so funny cariño?” Rafael questioned, as he climbed over you. Instinctively, you parted your legs so that Rafael could settle in between them. You wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed them at the ankle effectively trapping Rafael in place, not that he wanted to escape.
You locked eyes with Rafael, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. Your hands rested on his biceps and you felt his muscles twitch under your fingers.
“Just never thought this would be happening. We went from undercover bust to doing body shots… and now I am in your bed.”
“So your weekend is improving, is what you’re saying.”
You laughed heartily. “God help me. But yes. It’s just too bad…”
Rafael cocked his head. “What?”
“Too bad we didn’t finish those body shots. I have a shockingly deep belly button.” You winked for an added effect.
Rafael leaned down to kiss you and you softly moaned as you returned the kiss. Your fingers ran through his hair, softly scratching his scalp as you kissed him. Rafael’s mouth moved to your ear, where he playfully nipped your lobe. He flickered his tongue behind in the crevice between the back of the lobe and your skin, sending tingles down your spine. You moved your head, catching Rafael’s lips with yours once more. You pressed your hands on Rafael’s chest and pushed him off of you gently. Rafael gave you a bewildered look, but it was quickly replaced with a lustful look as you removed your sweatshirt.
Rafael climbed back over you once more, and he peppered your jawline with small, chaste kisses before moving across your clavicle and down your sternum. A small growl rumbled from his chest as he circled your nipple with his tongue, before taking it into his mouth. He used his other hand to pinch and roll your other nipple. Rafael took his time, leisurely playing with your breasts, stimulating you with various intensities of touch. Rafael moved to your other breast and repeated his languid actions. You whimpered and mewled under Rafael’s touch as he kept going: sucking, touching, rubbing, squeezing, and stroking. Rafael grazed his teeth gently along the tip and you arched your back in response. Your skin was flushed with arousal.
Rafael pressed wet open kisses down your sternum and continued down your stomach. He paused at your belly button, before using his tongue to gently swirl around it. “What’s that you said about body shots?” he murmured against your skin, causing you to quiver. Rafael shifted further down, until he got to your jeans. Your breathing was shallow as you grew more aroused, your heart was racing with anticipation. Rafael stopped what he was doing and locked eyes with you.
“If at any point you want to stop – you tell me. Me entiendes?”
“Yes, Rafael – of course.” You agreed. After a beat you continued. “Please don’t stop.”
Rafael undid the button of your jeans and unzipped them. He kissed your newly exposed skin, just above the band of your underwear. You lifted your hips in encouragement and Rafael helped you remove both items. Rafael took your underwear in his hand and balled them, inhaling your sweet scent. Rafael had to will himself to not cum right then and there.
Rafael gently spread your legs and his cock twitched at how noticeably aroused you were. His fingers ghosted over pussy. Normally you kept yourself neatly trimmed, but because of your undercover stint, you were completely bare and if anything, extra sensitive. Rafael’s breath was warm and you squirmed. A large forearm kept you in place. “You’re soaked,” he husked, as he collected your arousal on his fingertip before moving to massage your swollen clit.
You swore loudly as Rafael rubbed concentric circles on your clit. “Oh fuck!” Rafael teased you in the same way he did with your breasts, but this time on your pussy. You locked eyes with Rafael and he winked before he lowered his mouth to your cunt. You gasped as he licked a broad stripe up your slit. His warm, wet tongue circled your bundle of nerves before his lips closed around it. ‘God when they said he was a good orator, they weren’t kidding’ you thought to yourself as you threw your head back. You grasped and fisted the sheets as Rafael worked you closer and closer to orgasm.
Your fingers tangled in Rafael’s dark hair, keeping him in place in between your legs. The burn of Rafael’s stubble against you only heightened your pleasure as you ground against his face. You whimpered and murmured words of praise and encouragement as Rafael continued to eat you like a man starved.
Rafael momentarily paused his actions, partly to take a breather and partly to tease you. “Please, please… I want to cum,” you half-sobbed. Rafael chuckled low as he continued to rub your clitoris.
“Is that so Y/N?” Rafael teased as he kept your legs spread apart. He kept his touches light and teasing, stroking your labia softly, all the way down to your perineum. Your body was trembling with desire as Rafael continued his tease. Finally, Rafael slipped two fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers in a “’come hither’ motion towards your belly button, caressing your g-spot, before slipping his fingers back out and rubbing your clitoris. He repeated the motions over and over.
“Oh my God, oh my God! Rafael!” You cried out. Rafael kept a steady caress on your g-spot and used the pad of his thumb to rub your clitoris. Rafael could feel your walls flutter, squeezing. Finally, it was all too much, and your orgasm peaked. You choked out Rafael’s name as you squirted all over his face.
You barely had a moment to come down from your high when Rafael’s mouth was back on you, lapping away like a kitten with a saucer of cream. You groaned and tried to pull away, your body too sensitive. Instead, Rafael kept a tight grip on your hips as he continued to eat you out.
You were desperate for a break but also desperate for more, to be filled. “Fuck me Rafael,” you implored. “Please.”
Rafael removed himself and you felt yourself blush at the sight of his face covered in your essence. Rafael climbed back up your body and you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You both continued to lazily makeout before you took the impetus to roll Rafael over, so he was on his back.
“My turn,” you murmured against his lips before shimmying down his body. As you did so, you pressed large wet kisses along his chest and down his abdomen. Rafael’s cock was rock solid and created a large tent in his boxers. You reached into the flap of his boxers and pulled out his cock. He was deliciously thick and you couldn’t wait for him to fill you up. You wrapped your fingers around his cock, your fingers could barely meet around his girth. Your hand held him firm at the base, languidly pumping him. You keened in the sound of Rafael’s groans above you. Finally, you took his length in your mouth.
He hissed at the sensation, and you swirled your tongue around the crown of his cock, alternating between the flat side of your tongue and the tip. His groans became louder and louder. He reached down to place his hand on the back of your head, his fingers tangled tightly in your hair. Rafael propped himself on one elbow watching as his cock slip in and out of your mouth as he continued to guide you. You dipped your tongue into the slit before moving onto lick the underside of his cock, from the base to the tip. You repeated this action before moving down to his testicles. You gently sucked on one side and then moved to the other, causing Rafael to jerk slightly in response. “Fuck yes…” Rafael growled quietly.
You pulled back slightly and Rafael loosened the grip on your head. Your lips were swollen and a strand of connected you to him. You broke the connection by wiping your mouth and then returned to swallow his length once more. Rafael’s cock felt heavy on your tongue and the taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth. The wet, sloppy sounds of you sucking his cock filled the room.
“Mierda, you’re such a good cocksucker Y/N,” Rafael panted as he laid back down. You hummed at his praise, which sent vibrations up his spine. “Keep that up and I’ll come right in that pretty mouth of yours.”
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him harder in response. Rafael falling apart was titillating and served to heighten your arousal. You could feel your wetness drip down your thighs. You popped off, breathless. You leaned over close to Rafael, your tits brushing against his chest. “Maybe next time,” you purred. “For now, I want you to come inside me.”
Rafael brought you down to kiss him. The kiss was hard, all mashed up teeth and tongue. Rafael rolled you back so he was on top of you. He sat on his haunches, admiring your nakedness. Finally, he removed his boxers, tossing them to the side without care. You took in the sight of Rafael completely nude, his cock red and weeping.
“Protection?”
Rafael nodded and he made his way to a drawer, where he pulled out a box. He continued to stroke his cock with one hand. With the other, he removed one and with eyes on you, rolled it on. He climbed back onto the bed and you spread your legs. Rafael nestled in between your legs and used his cock to stroke and smack your cunt, teasing.
“Just fuck me already,” you whined. “Give it to me.”
Rafael pushed inside of you. “So needy.”
You both moaned loudly as he sunk into you and then bottomed out. He was thick and there was a sweet burn as he stretched you. Your muscles clamped down like a vice and you hooked your legs around his waist once more. Rafael started off with some shallow thrusts, setting the speed. Your eyes fluttered shut as you allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of the rhythm of his hips.
Your nails raked down Rafael’s back as he increased his movements. Grunts and moans now filled the room. You couldn’t believe this was happening – you had imagined this moment for months. You were so close to coming but you also did not want this moment, these pleasurable feelings to end. You moved an arm to snake in between your bodies and to rub your clit. Rafael’s cock nudged a sweet spot and you couldn’t hold on any longer. “I’m going to co…I am… I am going to…” you gasped, your words a jumbled mess.
Rafael lowered himself so he was nearly lying on top of you and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Rafael sucked the skin of your neck, marking you once more. “Come for me,” he growled. You wailed Rafael’s name as you let go, your body following his command. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock and hearing his name escaping your lips was too much for Rafael. This was better than he had ever imagined. His thrusting became erratic; sweat dripped off his body onto yours. You knew he was close to coming himself. Rafael let out a strangled cry as he stilled his movements, coming.
Rafael collapsed on top of you and you pressed a kiss on his sweat slicked skin. You hummed contentedly, enjoying the feel of his body on yours. Rafael nuzzled your neck before moving to press a soft kiss on your lips.
“I think it is safe to say I feel the same way about you.” You murmured against Rafael’s skin. “I have for some time.”
Rafael beamed. He was relieved that you returned his affections and that this wasn’t just a one-time event for you.
Rafael hummed in response and rolled off of you. You brought the fitted sheet over yourself a bit as Rafael stood to dispose of the condom. He returned to the bed and pulled you close to him. You snuggled in his embrace, listening to his heart thud in his chest.
“So…” you began, running your fingers along his chest hair. “Now what?”
Rafael pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead. “Well, before we rush to change our Facebook status, for now, I am happy to just lay here with you, mi alma.”
“Alma? What’s that?” you asked as you now drew circles on his chest.
“Soul.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the translation. Finally you let out a small giggle.
“What’s so funny?” Rafael asked.
“You have a Facebook?”
Rafael rolled so that he laid on top of you once more. “Oh, there’s a lot you don’t know about me detective.” He added a wink for good measure before leaning down to kiss you.
“I can’t wait to find out,” you replied, gasping once more as Rafael began kissing down your body again.
Part 15 is here, ladies and gentlemen! Even though it’s late at night, I’m too excited wait until tomorrow to post it, so here it is!!! It’s finally the day that Y/N is scheduled to testify for the first time in the trial against Francis. Though Rafael is certainly doing his best to comfort Y/N and take away some of her anxiety, the time is nigh, and she must brace herself to come face-to-face once more with her greatest fears.
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photo cred: Wikipedia, New York County Courthouse page
Water sloshed around you as you pulled your knees into your chest, letting out a tranquil sigh. Not a worry in the world troubled your mind. Your eyes fluttered open and fixed themselves upon the mirror sitting at the end of the bathtub. You had dark rings under your eyes; you hadn’t been able to sleep well as of late. Your nights were riddled with recurring nightmares. They all followed the same pattern.
Francis found you and Rafael. The two of you ran. Rafael escaped; you didn’t. Francis captured you. The dreams were so vivid that sometimes you woke, grasping at your throat or chest where Francis had touched you.
Rafael had stayed by your side. Comforting you through the night terrors. The crying. Climbing into the shower with you at 3:00 A.M. so that you wouldn’t be alone as you compulsively scoured your skin, purifying yourself from the sensation of Francis’s touch. The first time it happened, you’d scrubbed yourself red and raw.
With a concerned look, Rafael took you into his arms and held you, repeating over and over that you were safe. He would never dream of denying you the emotional relief that you got from the cleansing, but after the first time, he took over for you, not wanting to see you harm yourself again. He’d spent many nights gently and thoroughly scrubbing the pain away as you sniffled and whimpered underneath the noise of the rushing shower.
Shaking your head, your mind returned to the present. Rafael wore a slight frown as he fussed over you, scrubbing your back with care, letting out a hum of concentration. He was so focused on his task that his tongue protruded slightly from his mouth. You couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking how cute he looked. The noise seemed to rouse him from his thoughts, and he looked up, meeting your eyes with his in the mirror.
Rafael could have sworn he saw your eyes twinkle as your reflection smiled at him. It made his heart do somersaults in his chest. Feeling bashful, he looked down at the glistening, bare flesh of your shoulders. He dropped the washcloth into the water and rested his hands on your shoulders, massaging them. You let out an appreciative little moan and closed your eyes once again.
You felt so thankful for him. He’d been so patient and attentive. He’d even taken the day off work today to be with you, support you. Knowing how important Rafael’s career was to him, it was a clear sign that you were a priority—a fact you found incredibly reassuring. Suddenly, you felt him wrap his arms around you, pulling you back to lean into him. He laid playful kisses all over your neck and shoulders, prompting ticklish giggles. Once they subsided, he cleared his throat.
“I want you to know that whatever happens today, Y/N… I’m here for you. I… I know it isn’t easy facing your attacker. I’ve spent so much time on the stand interviewing victims… behind the scenes, interacting with their families, friends, boyfriends… I never thought I’d be on this side of the story.”
“Hm.” A pensive hum was your only reply as you struggled to find the words to tell him how you felt.
“I feel so useless. I can’t prosecute him. I can’t send him away and protect you. I can’t do anything but be here by your side, but I promise you that I will never, ever leave you.” You turned, placing one hand on either side of his face and kissing him. When you pulled back, you scanned his face. He looked surprised by the sudden action.
“You’re not useless. You’re…perfect. You’re the only thing keeping me sane right now. You’ve been so patient and amazing with me. Honestly, I have no idea what I did to deserve you, but… thank you.” With a smile, Rafael grasped your hands and stood, pulling you to your feet. He stepped out, continuing to hold on as you followed suit. Your legs were once more a bit wobbly, but for an entirely different reason than when you’d first come into the bathroom.
“Damn it, Rafael.” You laughed. “You just had to seduce me, didn’t you?”
“As I recall, you were the one who couldn’t keep her hands to herself.” He snarked back with a cocky grin.
“Touché.” You smiled and Rafael turned and walked in the opposite direction, giving you a very pleasant view as he reached to grab a pair of fluffy towels. He flung one over his shoulder and came back to stand in front of you once more, holding the other in his hand. He busied himself with the task of toweling you down. His touch was so gentle that the patting of the soft fabric tickled your skin.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.” You said, feeling guilty. You never did feel comfortable with people doing so much for you. “I can do little stuff like this.”
“Of course I don’t have to,” Rafael smiled, “I want to.” You felt your face grow warm and you averted your gaze, focusing it on your toes.
“If you’re not careful, you’ll spoil me.” He chuckled.
“Is that really such a bad thing?” Finishing with his task, he let the towel drop to the floor in a wet heap, beginning to dry his own hair, then his face. The material felt good against his skin and he enjoyed the sensation for an extra beat. He then moved to dry his chest, clearing his line of vision just in time to watch your naked backside disappear out of the room. He grinned. Sometimes, he still couldn’t believe you were dating him, of all people.
“How did I ever get so lucky?” He muttered to himself as he finished toweling off and made to join you in the bedroom. When he walked in, you had already chosen your outfit for the day. It was perfect. Beautiful. Respectable. Stylish. Impressive, without flaunting your wealth. He admired your choice while selecting his own attire for the day.
He decided to dress more modestly than he normally would in the courtroom: a navy suit, with a coordinating shirt and tie. Today, all eyes weren’t going to be on the flashy Cuban prosecutor. Center stage belonged to you—he was just there to be your support. He took his time getting ready, as he didn’t want to rush you. When it appeared you’d finished your makeup, he marched up to you and gave you a peck on the lips.
“You ready?” He asked nervously. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this apprehensive about spending the day in court. The light in the room dimmed as a formation of clouds passed overhead, and you looked out the window. His eyes followed yours to the darkened skyline.
You nodded, feeling slightly sick to your stomach. All of the worries that had passed through your mind in fleeting moments suddenly barraged you at once. The sight of his face. The feeling of being in the same room as him again, while he looked at you. The sneering expression he’d made the last time you testified against him—as if he just knew he’d get away with it. There was nothing you could do. He couldn’t be stopped. Francis was like a force of nature. When he wanted something, he made it happen. Hopelessness overtook you, and you hung your head, blinking back tears. Would you ever escape him?
You felt something soft and warm surround your hand and instinctively, you looked down to see what it was. Rafael had taken your hand in his to comfort you. Your eyes darted back to his face. You let go of a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Though he didn’t speak a word, his expression said it all. It was too much; a single tear slid down your cheek, and you used your free hand to swipe it away.
The sun shone down once more into the room, sending a beam of light straight into your eyes. Squinting into the brightness, you gave the window one last glance, the smallest hint of a smile twitching at the corner of your mouth as it suddenly didn’t seem quite like the end of the world.
The two of you made your way toward the door and he held it open for you. As soon as you stepped through the threshold, you were greeted by several police officers and security guards. The gaggle of people made you inhale sharply. Luckily, the media weren’t allowed in the private building, but you anticipated you’d have to deal with a full-out assault as soon as you set foot on the sidewalk outside.
Liv greeted you from the edge of the group and you smiled, reassured by the familiar face of the woman who’d freed you from Francis’s grasp. Her presence here today almost felt like an omen.
This time will be different. You promise yourself as you look around the room at the people here to support you.
“Are you ready, Y/N?” Liv asked. You squeezed Rafael’s hand before nodding.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” With that, Liv gave a gesture and the group began to move forward, surrounding you and Rafael as you moved toward the elevator. Once you’d all filed in, one officer pressed the button to the ground floor. With a ding, the doors slid to close. Suddenly, a hand shot between the stainless steel panels and they halted before sliding back to their open position. The officers postured into defensive positions, hands on their gun holsters. A bright, grinning face greeted them.
“Kazuma.” Rafael said, a mixture of surprise and something else muddled in his words.
“Rafael. You’ve been a particularly difficult man to get ahold of lately. I haven’t seen you since our dinner party was cut short. Did I do something to offend you?” Kazuma smirked, stepping into the elevator and placing himself directly next to you. Your entourage eyed him like hawks, but his actions didn’t give justification to go into offense.
“Just busy lately. Work.” Rafael responded vaguely, trying to brush him off.
“You, too, Y/N. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you that I started to wonder if you’d broken things off with Rafael.” He laughed. You laughed along nervously. Something about the atmosphere in the elevator was making you feel very uncomfortable. Mercifully, the elevator dinged as it reached the bottom floor. The doors slid open and everyone began to file out into the lobby.
As the entourage drew closer to the doors, you could see a mob of paparazzi. Your heart sank into your stomach. They were hard enough to deal with, even on a normal day. You gave yourself an internal pep talk, squeezing Rafael’s hand once more. He gave a gentle squeeze back to acknowledge your unease. The officer in front of you opened the door and as you stepped outside, members of the mob shouted and pushed—yelling your name, asking questions, trying to get a sound bite or a photograph. The officers shoved through the crowd, leading you toward the street, where a cruiser waited to take you safely to the courthouse. Rafael stood on one side and Kazuma on your other.
Rafael turned to look at you, to see how you were holding up. You met his line of sight and gave a small smile. Something pulled his gaze away. Something didn’t feel right. His eyes darted to the side, just in time to see a glint of metal in the morning sun. You frowned, curious what Rafael was looking at as his eyes widened.
You started to turn your head, when suddenly, a bang sounded off, prompting screams and panic in the crowd, then the distinct sound of a body hitting pavement. Something grabbed your leg. You looked down and screamed.
A pool of crimson quickly leaked from Kazuma’s expensive suit onto the pavement. You reached out a hand to him, and he looked up at you with hazy eyes, but Liv whisked you away, ushering you and Rafael into the cruiser and urging the officer in the driver’s seat to step on it.
You couldn’t believe it. Someone had been waiting outside to ambush and murder you. No matter where you went, you weren’t safe. And poor Kazuma. Even though you were unsure how to feel about him, you didn’t think he deserved to die.
Someone else could die because Francis wanted to take me down.
You buried your head in Rafael’s chest, allowing your tears to fall freely. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back to comfort you as best he could while he stared blankly at the back of the officer’s head rest.
I can’t believe it. He thought. What had just happened? It all went by so fast. As soon as his mind could process the presence of the gun, it had fired. Once again, he couldn’t do anything to protect Y/N—but Kazuma had. Big, bad Minamoto. His murdering, drug-dealing, gang leader of a neighbor had just saved his girlfriend’s life. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it. Kazuma was the first to notice the gun. He deliberately stepped in front of Y/N to protect her.
In an instant, Rafael was no longer sure what to think of him. Sure, he was an awful, morally corrupt excuse for a human being—but he’d saved your life. He couldn’t be that bad…could he?
Pulling himself from his thoughts, Rafael kissed the crown of your head. You wept so hard that you started to have trouble breathing and hyperventilated.
“Breathe, cariño. Respira.”
“When will the violence end?” You whispered when you were able to regain your breath.
“As soon as we put this bastard away, amor.” Rafael responded, seething inside.
“What if we can’t?” You hadn’t uttered your fear aloud since you’d first told Rafael the name of your tormentor, afraid that speaking it would make it true.
“We will.” He assured. “When the jury puts him away, he won’t see the light of day ever again. He won’t be able to hurt you—or anyone else—ever again. You’re doing the right thing.”
“Am I, though?” You asked so quietly that it was nearly inaudible. Rafael let out a long, pensive breath—the kind you take when the thing you’re about to say is really difficult, and you’re not sure how to phrase it delicately.
“It’s hard to believe, I know. As difficult and terrifying as life is right now, it will get better. And that starts by facing him, and telling a jury exactly how awful he is so that he can get the punishment he deserves. It’s like Liv always says; you need to speak your truth to the world. To face Francis and tell him you won’t be his victim anymore, and neither will anyone else.”
You looked out the window at the world outside. You didn’t want to be afraid anymore. You wanted to walk down the street again without fearing for your life. You wanted to go back to work. To enjoy the little things you once could—like walking to your favorite coffee cart to get a latte in the morning, or shopping for clothes without having to look over your shoulder for who might be your next attacker. The fear. The seclusion. The nightmares. It needed to end.
“You’re right; he’s already taken so much from me. He won’t take my voice, too.” Even though you were still terrified, you knew you had to go through with this.
The cruiser rolled to a stop, and another group of police officers surrounded the door where you and Rafael climbed out. As the two of you—and the several officers—ascended the stairs to the courthouse, you were mobbed by media reporters, circling like sharks whose appetites were aroused from smelling blood in the water. Rafael held you tightly. You tried to think of more pleasant things to calm down, but it was no use.
Your entourage pushed into the courthouse, making it inside, all in one piece. As you stared at the cold stone floor, your mind overrode it with images of sidewalk cement stained red. How many more lives would Francis claim before it was all said and done?
Rafael Barba x Reader - Goodnight Sweetheart: Gone
Part Two of the ‘Goodnight Sweetheart’ series.
Part One: Goodnight Sweetheart
The doors to the emergency room were thrown open as Rafael raced through the corridors of the hospital, the sound of his expensive Italian shoes resounding on the tiles. His heart was hammering in his chest, he could just about hear it over the sound of the blood pumping in his ears. His mouth was dry, his chest aching as he erupted through another set of double doors before he came face to face with your partner and closest friend.
He took one look at Sonny’s anguished features and he knew...
“Sonny...” he heard the pleading edge in his own tone as Sonny simply shut shook his head.
His world crumbled. For a moment Rafael found himself unable to breathe, it was as if his air supply had been completely cut off and all he could see was darkness twinging at the edges of his vision. He felt his knees buckle, felt Sonny’s arm grasp him around the waist supporting him as the taller man guided him towards the bank of empty seats.
He collapsed into them, his head in his hands as the agony ripped at his insides, tearing him apart piece by piece. Hot salty tears leaked from his eyes, he could feel them trailing down his cheeks as he struggled to block out the barrage of crippling emotions that threatened to suffocate him.
"I'm sorry Raf." He could feel the sorrow that emitted from Sonny, it was in the way his voice cracked as he shuddered trying to suck in breath after harrowing breath.
Rafael’s chest heaved, the noise that left his mouth was inhuman as that grief overwhelmed him, dragging him under and drowning him with it’s relentlessness.
You were gone and there was nothing on this earth that could bring you back.
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Rafael Barba x Reader. CW: language, implied sex. WC: 1110
***
“Cariño, I am home,” Rafael announced as he entered the apartment you both shared. He set his attaché down by the console adjacent to the door and dropped his keys in the turquoise punch bowl you had repurposed when you moved in. When he received no response, he called out your name once more.
The lights to the apartment were on, your purse was strewn haphazardly on the couch. The apartment smelled faintly of roasted chicken. Sure enough, there were a few pots in the sink that were soaking. On the kitchen counter was plastic Tupperware that was still warm to touch along with a note that simply read, ‘dinner.’
Rafael loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. Dinner would have to wait. The door to the bedroom was opened a crack and the light was shining through. He could hear you muttering to yourself. When he opened the door fully, he found you pacing, reading outloud to yourself. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun and you wore a lace camisole and loose knit pajama bottoms which were rolled up by the waist. Your glasses were perched on your head.
“Y/N,” Rafael greeted you once more. “I’m home.” You looked up from the paper you were studying intently and gave him a weary smile.
“Rafi – I wasn’t expecting you home for another few hours. You’re early,” you greeted. You put your paper down on the bed and walked up to him, giving him a small kiss. “How was your day?”
“La misma mierda, como siempre,” Rafael replied. A single digit traced the spaghetti strap of your camisole. “And your day?”
You tensed. “I have to give a speech tomorrow; I am so nervous. You know how I feel about public speaking.”
“I know,” Rafael sympathized. “But you’ll do great. I know it.”
“Easy for you to say,” you replied, slightly annoyed. You rolled your eyes for emphasis. “You are mister prosecutor, it’s part of your day to day.”
“It took practice,” Rafael replied. “Even Carisi had to practice my summations in the mirror.”
You threw yourself dramatically on the bed. “I hate this.”
“Practice on me,” Rafael replied, removing his shirt and pants. He folded his clothes and placed them on the armchair in the corner along with the rest of the clothes that needed to be sent to the cleaners.
“I’d be too embarrassed,” you replied now sitting fully up.
“Nonsense,” Rafael replied matter-of-factly, slipping on a pair of his ratty but beloved Harvard sweatpants. “Come to the kitchen. I’m starving. You practice, I’ll eat and listen.”
Groaning, you nodded and followed Rafael in the kitchen. “I am going to need a drink,” you replied.
“Same.”
Rafael opened the Tupperware and inhaled the wafting smell. He plucked a diced carrot from the dinner you had prepared and threw the container into the microwave to reheat it. You walked over to the bar cart and removed two glasses. You poured an equal amount of scotch into each glass and then handed Rafael one.
Rafael cocked a brow at you and cocked his head slightly, waiting for you to begin. You nodded and swallowed your drink in one shot before beginning. Rafael wondered if he was going deaf in his older age – he could barely hear you.
“Louder,” he encouraged. “Can’t hear you.”
You gave him a pointed look. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you if I cannot hear you.”
You continued, this time a bit louder, but still on the quiet end. “Is that better?” you asked.
Rafael crinkled his nose and shrugged. “Not really.”
You threw your hands up exasperatedly. “This is pointless.”
The microwave beeped loudly, signaling its completion. Rafael hopped off the barstool he was sitting on and turned off the microwave. He approached you. “You are so tense,” he noted.
“No me digas,” you replied sardonically.
“Relax,” Rafael replied, turning you around, so you were to his back. His rubbed your shoulders before running his hands down your arms. “You want to project yourself,” he continued. His hands moved from your arms to your belly. “I will help you. You can use breathing in order to speak with confidence and power – just like your favorite ADA.”
“You mean Carisi?” you teased.
“Y/N.” Rafael rumbled your name quietly, ignoring your comment. “Stand so your feet are shoulder width apart, shoulders back.” You adjusted your stance. Rafael raised your arms up and over your head. “Take a deep breath and exhale slowly, keeping your ribcage where it is.”
You did as he instructed. He slowly lowered your arms to your sides and placed one hand on your belly, the other on your chest. “Breathe in again and notice which hand moves. Keep your chest steady and think about breathing into your stomach as you take in a breath. Then exhale slowly, like letting air out of a balloon. Lets do this a few times,” Rafael instructed.
By the seventh or eighth time, you were acutely aware that Rafael’s hands were on your waist but slowly moving down to your hips. Rafael’s breath was warm on your ear. Whatever this exercise was, was turning you on. You felt almost lightheaded.
Rafael held your speech in front of you. “Now, speak on that breath,” he instructed.
You began once more. You were struck on how immediate your voice had changed. Your voice sounded richer, fuller. Automatically you began to speak even louder as your voice resonated with supported sound. “Muy bien,” Rafael murmured against your ear. His five o’clock shadow tickled your skin.
Finally, you finished your speech. Rafael rubbed concentric circles on your hip. The air in the room felt thick. Slowly you turned around to face Rafael and you met his eyes. “How was I… Professor Barba?” you teased.
Rafael swallowed hard. “Un estudiante perfecta.”
You wrapped a hand around the nape of Rafael’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. Your lips mashed against his. His tongue slid into your mouth, licking and nibbling. His hands caressed your body, running up your sides to the swell of your breasts. His hands slipped under your camisole and cupped your breasts, tweaking your nipples. His intent was clear and you were more than in agreement. Your hand reached down to the front of his legs and cupped his hardened cock. You pulled away breathlessly and bit your lip.
You squealed as Rafael picked you up, so your legs were wrapped around his waist. He gripped your thighs tightly as he carried you back to the bedroom. What Rafael said next, sent shivers up your spine in excitement.
You stirred your coffee, watching the scene unfold before you: your ADA, Rafael Barba was getting into it with your Captain in her office. Despite the door being shut, you could hear the loud voices. Your partner, Amanda came over along with the newest detective to join the ranks, Kat.
“Does he always seem like he has a law journal stuck up his ass?” Kat asked.
“That’s Barba for ya,” Amanda retorted. “He is very much by the book for the book. Liv is always pushing his buttons.”
“He needs to chill. He’s so wound up,” you replied sipping your coffee.
“He needs to get laid,” Amanda drawled.
You snorted while drinking your coffee which resulted in coffee drops everywhere. You groaned as your crisp white shirt was ruined. You reached over to grab a napkin and started to dab yourself.
The door to Liv’s office swung open and Rafael stormed out. As he stalked by, your eyes met.
“Detective,” Rafael acknowledged curtly. You gave him a tiny smile and nodded in his direction.
***One week later***
Amanda cocked her head as she, you and Kat headed out of One Hogan Place. “Well, he is in a much better mood. Getting that warrant was easy. I thought he would put up more of a stink.”
“Maybe something got to him,” Kat replied. “He heard our case.”
“More like someone got under him,” you winked before sauntering ahead. Amanda and Kat stopped in their tracks and looked at each other. “I’m going to get a coffee at the cart,” you continued, not missing a beat.
“Wait - hold up!” Amanda shouted as she jogged up to you.
Kat raised a brow as she followed suit. “Well, talk about getting cafe au’laid.”
FIN
**
AN: no tags for now because I’m in the middle of the grocery parking lot and I had to get this out.
Being in a long term relationship certainly has its perks, but it also has some downfalls. Some of your most favorite nights were just curling up with Rafael in sweats, watching a movie and eating takeout. It’s freeing to be completely comfortable with someone, to unabashedly yourself, but it also fosters an illusion of familiarity.
You weren’t bored per se, but you knew you two were hitting a rut. It all had become too monotonous and routine. For instance, Fridays were “flex-Fridays” at the courthouse and Rafael came home early those nights, a perk of being one of the more senior ADAs. As a courtroom sketch artist, you also had a more flexible schedule. You could almost count to the second he would walk through the door. Even the Chinese take-out place knew you before you even gave your name. “Cashew chicken and shrimp lo mein, egg rolls with hot mustard, I know, I know,” the woman on the other side of the line finished gleefully before you could even finish your own sentence.
Rafael thrived on the routine, since it created calm in his insanely stressful life but he could sense you were becoming unnerved. So one night, while you slept soundly, Rafael crept out of bed, and did some research.
When he pitched the idea to you, you were instantly into it.
There were fake names and backgrounds. You were a model in town for a shoot; he was a broker on Wall Street. There was also safety words: one as a warning and one to call the entire thing off in case either became too uncomfortable. You chose a bar in the Financial District - not too far from home/work but far enough that neither of you should be recognized.
Rafael had no idea what to even wear. Endless clothes hung in his closet and yet nothing seemed good enough. Eventually he settled on dark denim jeans, a crisp white button down and a black suit jacket. Prior to, he shaved off his beard, which he knew you might give him shit for later, but he wanted to really change it up for you. He tucked his gold crucifex into his shirt and sprayed on cologne. He ran the comb through his hair once more, creating a swoop in the front. Giving himself a once over, he nodded and grabbed his wallet and a mint to suck on.
Walking to the bar that night to meet his own girlfriend, Rafael was struck with anxiety. Choosing a bar stool felt as fraught with possibilities and drawbacks as an opening chess move. In the end, Rafael settled on a stool two away from another man at the end of the bar, leaving you the choice to sit beside either him or the other man.
He ordered a scotch and out of habit, he almost ordered you your own drink: a scotch on the rocks with a twist. Rafael took out his phone and hit up the SCOTUS blog, a favorite - reading about legal updates was soothing on his nerves.
As Rafael read, he was tempted to check the time every five seconds. He began to have second thoughts when you didn’t show exactly on the nose. Perhaps you changed your mind and when he got home, he’d find an empty apartment. That thought alone made his stomach knot up and want to puke.
You did show. Only 15 minutes late. When you walked in, Rafael had to remind himself to pick up his jaw, which had gone slack. You were, as always, beautiful. But you were almost unrecognizable. Your hair, which was usually pinned up, was loose, cascading over your shoulders. You wore a tight white halter sleeveless crop top, that just bared your midriff and a brown leather midi skirt, with a slit that traveled high, and left little to the imagination. You feet were adorned with leopard print heeled booties and you carried carried a red clutch. Your ears were adorned with thin silver hoops. Your makeup, which was usually demure, was bold. You had decided at the last minute to get your makeup done at Ulta, which was why you were late. The visual alone had roughly the same warm, disorienting effect on Rafael as a half a Dilaudid, chewed did.
Your eyes instinctively met and the familiarity of that alone, calmed you. Part of you just wanted to run up to him but you didn’t. You scanned through your seating options: sitting next to Rafael was too easy. Instead, you chose to sit across the way. The bartender approached and you ordered an old fashioned.
Rafael tried to watch you inconspicuously. He watched as you swirled the cherry from the drink with your tongue and he swallowed hard as you took it in between your teeth and bit down, squirting cherry juice on your lips.
Just as he was about to make his way over, someone else beat him to you. Rafael watched as the man struck up an easy conversation with you. You laughed at something he said, and leaned in just ever so slightly. Rafael shot the rest of his drink back quickly, and slammed his drink on the bar table a bit too hard, causing you to stop and glance over. The look was so subtle, that to anyone else it would have just been nothing, but Rafael could see the reassurance on your face. You quickly turned back to the persona non grata.
“Let me buy you another drink,” the man whose name you didn’t care to remember asked. You shook your head and raised your still full glass. “Thanks, but I am still working on this one.”
“You’re very beautiful. I find it hard to believe someone hasn’t snatched you up.”
“That’s because I am no one’s to snatch,” you replied curtly with a wink. “But I’m flattered that you find me beautiful.”
Rafael ordered another drink, accepting that you were forced to behave realistically flirtatious - that the game was no longer truly private - it was tethered to reality.
And to his own surprise, Rafael was also approached by someone else who was also interested in him. She was a lawyer - in wills and estates. She was interesting and pretty, so he did his bit, trying to not break character. Rafael pretended to be interested in what she was saying.
Eventually the stranger left, leaving you back alone. You watched as Rafael flirted on his own. You knew Rafael was easy to engage with and charming. You tried to not get equally as jealous as Rafael ordered the woman a drink - a martini with an obscene amount of olives. ‘How could anyone not be attracted to him?’ You wondered. “It should be illegal to be that fucking hot,” you muttered before taking another sip of your drink.
You weren’t alone much longer, as you were approached by someone else. The conversation with gentleman number two went more smoothly even though you felt uncertain and self conscious as to how the game would continue.
Both new friends left, and somehow subconsciously you found yourself closer to Rafael. And finally, Rafael approached you and introduced himself. It was awkward at first, but then it became flirty and fun. There was a sense of trust and permission granting that whatever was happening was okay. You were both playing together.
Chit chat was made about where you were both from and lines of work. Rafael was enchanted by your persona. Gabrielle Cilmi’s “Sweet About Me” played in the background; the raspy and coarse delivery against the electro beat and rocksteady grooves with lyrics about making trouble seemed to resemble the playful mood between you and Rafael.
Rafael allowed himself to be seduced by you and you him. You closed the gap between the two of you as he talked about dominating the stock market.
“Is that so?” You batted your eyes coquettishly, pressing yourself against him. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and you can dominate me.”
Rafael’s eyes darkened as he swallowed his drink. You smirked before leaning over the bar, trying to wave down the bartender to order another round of drinks. Rafael admired the how the supple leather framed your rear and he could feel the heat pool in his groin. More drinks were had. The flirtation intensified. When Rafael touched your hand, the feeling was electric - as if you were touching for the first time. Rafael dipped his head to your ear, his breath tickled you and his cologne overwhelmed your senses.
“Want to get out of here?” Rafael questioned huskily, his voice low and gravely.
“What did you say your name was again? I want to make sure I’m screaming the right name tonight,” you purred, caving.
Rafael grinned cheekily. Never had he paid a bar tab so quickly.
The sound of the sanitation truck barreling down your block stirred you awake. You opened your eyes, wincing as bright sunshine flooded the room. Your head pounded and you regretted drinking so much champagne. You shifted and it dawned on you that you were not alone - and naked. You carefully turned around and were face to face with one Rafael Barba who was in a deep sleep and was also equally naked.
‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,’ you thought to yourself. You carefully crept out of bed and grabbed your purple fuzzy robe that was hanging off your chair, wrapping it tightly around your body. Careful to not disturb Rafael, you reached for your phone off the wireless charger pad and made way to your kitchen.
You quickly unlocked your phone and found yourself with at least half a-dozen messages from fellow detective, and your partner, Amanda. You scrolled through them quickly.
[Rollins, 7:54 AM]: Have fun last night?
[Rollins, 7:54 AM]: I want all the details.
[Rollins, 7:55 AM]: Is he as high strung in bed or does it all implode into wild, animal sex?
You felt yourself turn pink. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, there were pictures of you and Rafael making out in the back of Forlini’s, with his hands gripping your ass.
“Happy fucking New Year,” you muttered to yourself. You grabbed a mug from your cabinet and popped a coffee pod into the keurig, quickly brewing a cup.
You stared at the photo of Rafael and you making out once more as the memories of the night prior came flooding back.
***
You hurried into Forlini’s just as a blast of cold winter wind blew through. You rugged down your skirt, which you felt was far too obscene but Amanda insisted you wear. The bar was crowded, as expected of course. It was New Year’s Eve.
You scanned the crowd and spotted your teammates. A familiar set of green eyes spotted you and waved you over. You gave a small wave in return, feeling your stomach flutter. You pushed through the sea of bodies before making your way to the oversized red plush booth where everyone was gathered.
“Detective L/N, so glad you could join us,” Rafael greeted you, standing. He extended his arm to the bow vacant seat. “Sit, sit.”
“Thanks,” you replied, sitting. “What’d I miss?”
“Oh we were just busting Barba’s chops about if he had a date for tonight,” Amanda replied with a wink as she picked up her beer bottle. You reached over and took it out of her hand, and took a swig.
“Really? A date? Isn’t that great...” you gritted.
Rafael rolled his eyes. “Not that it’s anyone’s business...” he began but the rest of his comment fell on deaf ears and you ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach.
You wondered why you had bothered to come. The reality was that with your line of work, it was hard to socialize, never mind actually establish a relationship. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you harbored a small - tiny- minuscule even, crush on Rafael Barba, Manhattan’s golden-boy ADA, who took on the cases no one else wanted - and won.
However, Amanda insisted, chirping that that the team was overdue a night out and what better than ringing in the new year together.
Amanda didn’t let on, but she knew about your little crush. She saw how you intently watched Rafael during court and she recognized the subconscious body language when you were in contact with him. And she had a feeling deep down that Rafael might be receptive.
Deviously she planned the festivities, and she made sure Rafael at least made an appearance to night’s festivities.
Hours later, and much champagne was had on empty stomach. You wobbled slightly on your heels, spotting Rafael at the bar nursing a scotch.
“Where is your date?” you asked, hopping onto a bar stool.
“I don’t have one,” Rafael quipped as he watched you get onto the stool. His eyes darkened as he watched your obscenely tight skirt ride up, exposing your thigh.
“How is it that you don’t have a date? You’re so smart and funny and...” you trailed off.
“And?” Rafael prodded, a brow cocked in amusement.
“And handsome,” you replied in a sing-song fashion.
“You think I’m handsome?” Rafael continued, swallowing the last of what was his fourth - fifth - sixth - he couldn’t remember - drink.
“Ten seconds to midnight,” you heard someone that vaguely sounded like Sonny shout.
“Ten... nine... eight...” the crowd began to chant. Rafael hopped off his seat and grabbed your hand, helping you off of yours. You were pressed against him, chest to chest, near nose to nose. Rafael felt simultaneously soft and solid. His cologne wafted in your nostrils, and the room felt warm. You could also smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with mint. Your olfactory senses were on overdrive.
Meanwhile Rafael couldn’t believe his luck. He had always been charmed and fascinated by you, but felt he couldn’t make the move - you were many years younger than he was and he was a certified workaholic. He knew you were intoxicated - so was he - his mind was fuzzy and his tongue a bit numb. When he helped you off, he couldn’t help but notice how you fit into his embrace, almost as if you were the missing piece to a puzzle.
“Six... five... four...”
Rafael stared into your eyes. He was completely memorized by how deep their color was. Your lips parted and you instinctively licked your lips. Just that hint of pink from your tongue and his mind was made up.
“Two... one... HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
Rafael nodded slightly and you nodded back. Even when under the influence, he always made sure to get consent. Rafael lowered his head, capturing your lips with his. The kiss intensified quickly, all tongue and teeth as months of repressed feelings came to light. You both stumbled against the bar, your back to the crowd behind you. Rafael used the opportunity to grab your ass, bringing you closer to him.
Amanda hollered and grabbed her phone, snapping a picture. Fin whistled before clapping. “About damn time.”
“Well, here’s to new beginnings,” Sonny cheered raising his beer and clinking it against Amanda’s phone.
Eventually the two of you made it out of the bar and into a cab, and to your apartment which was the setting for some very amorous activities.
***
“Good morning,” Rafael quipped behind you, causing you to jump. You turned around and Rafael was in the kitchen doorway, his hair all tussled, in nothing but boxers. You swallowed hard as you took his semi-nude form in, your eyes landing on a very prominent hickey just above his waist band.
“Hi,” you replied, almost shyly. “Coffee?”
“That would be lovely,” Rafael replied. “It would be even lovelier if you had some aspirin.”
You nodded, turning to another cabinet. You reached in, and Rafael smiled as he watched your robe rise slightly. The image of your legs in the air, flashed through his mind and he coughed, trying to set himself straight. You turned, brows furrowed and tossed him the bottle before grabbing another cup and coffee pod.
“Look about last night...,” you began, inserting the pod, “... we can forget about it. Mistakes happen and we had too much champagne.”
“I wasn’t that drunk,” Rafael cut you off, stepping closer to you. “Last night wasn’t a mistake. Not for me at least.”
Your eyes widened slightly at his words. “Oh.”
“If you aren’t... we can forget it,” Rafael rushed out, feeling crushed.
“No!” you almost shouted. “No,” you repeated, the second time more softly. “I like you. A lot,” you confessed. “As you can tell,” you teased, your face turning pink as you pointed at the love mark on his lower abdomen.
“Good,” Rafael replied, with a smile. “I like you a lot too. And I’d like to maybe start over - not that last night wasn’t fun, but maybe start with dinner?”
“Or coffee?” you winked as you handed him the hot mug. You stepped towards him, closing the space between. Rafael nodded, accepting the coffee, but then moved it to the table adjacent to him. Tugging on your robe, he brought you even closer.
“Or coffee,” he murmured before dipping his lips to yours once more. You allowed yourself to get swept into the kiss.
