#ship: barson

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Double trouble… or something like that?

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Plus One

Title: Plus One

TV Show: Law & Order SVU

Ship: Barson

For: @thebarsondaily using the prompt family (I went over by 132 words...sorry!)

Note: A late night stream of consciousness

Disclaimer: I don’t own don’t sue

“My cousin is getting married this Saturday.” Barba pauses for to give Olivia a look all she can do is return one.

“That’s....nice?” She tries not to laugh completely lost as to why he felt the need to bring this up. He smirks as if suddenly realizing how absurd he must have sounded.

“Yeah the thing is I received the RSVP over a year ago and on the invitation it asked if bringing a guest or not. In a panic I marked I was bringing somebody. I figured by than I’d meet someone, though with this job that was completely ridiculous. Plus if I had marked no my family would have set me up on well over a dozen dates.”

“Sounds like you’re in a bit of bind there Rafe. Saturday is in two days.” Olivia remains stone faced as possible.

“I know that you’re off and Noah is gonna spend the afternoon with Shelia.” She had to admit she was impressed, she figured he’d dance around it a bit more.

“Yes I am off. Hopefully. As you said with this job who knows. And yes Noah is gonna have a day with Shelia. I might end up getting a bit bored. I suppose I could catch up with the DVR.”

“Or you could be my plus one and stop my family from asking a thousand questions involving my love life?” She never had seen him look so vulnerable before.

“So I’d be your fake girlfriend?”

“We don’t have to label it.”

“But they’re likely assuming I am the same person you were dating a year ago; which makes us not being girlfriend and boyfriend odd to say the least.” Olivia smiles as his normal glaze of being annoyed returns.

“Fine. Yes I’d like you to play the role of my girlfriend.”

“Are we living together?”

“Excuse me?”

“These are things we need to discuss and synch up. Just imagine if I tell one person you moved into my place and you tell another I moved to your residence?”

“We’ll figure out some sort of brief history. My mom of course will be there but I’ll explain what’s happening before hand.”

“Smart idea. So what time should I be ready by?”

“I’ll pick you up at 10. Is that ok?”

“Yeah I’ll make it work.”

“Thank you Olivia. This means a lot to me.”

“Don’t mention it. Truth is I could use an excuse to relax and forget the last few months of hell.”

“Fair warning with my family I won’t quite use the term relaxing.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine Rafe.”

***THE END***

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[ chefs kiss ]  to cook my muse their favourite meal & [ slow dance ]  to slow dance with my muse

{this has been in my drafts for so long!! I’m so sorry!!}

Before asking Rafael to come have dinner at her place, Olivia had some preparations to do. She didn’t want it to just be a simple dinner, she wanted the evening to convey that she was putting effort into the relationship that had been slowly escalating between them. Olivia was aware that she wasn’t always the best at making sure others fully knew what she felt about them; regardless, she was trying.

In doing so, Olivia had made a call to Rafael’s mother Lucia, hoping she would be willing to share at least what Rafael’s favorite meal was. She knew that if anyone would hold that information, it would be her. Much to Olivia’s fortune, Lucia had also been willing to divulge her recipe. It was going to be one of the harder things Olivia had ever tried to cook, but she was dedicated to the task.

Olivia had managed to secure a Saturday off and decided no day could be better to have Rafael over, than a day that she had the time to spend the day preparing all the details.

The process of cooking the meal had been stressful, but she managed to make his favorite dish, even though her first run may have resulted in the trashing of one of her pans. This was worth it though. He was.

Once she finished, Olivia had dressed in a much nicer way than she would if she were having any other guest over. Putting on her favorite heels, and a dress that she thought fit her well, in a way she hoped peaked his interest a little. In Rafael’s case, she didn’t mind the extra thought and effort that went into it.

Olivia had turned on music in the living room before he ever made it to her place. Just in case her ploys for the evening brought out any sort of awkward silences, the last thing she wanted was for either of them to be uncomfortable.

Even though she had been worried about it, dinner went off without a hitch. She had been pleasantly surprised that the dish had turned out well, even though she was certain it would never measure up to his mother’s. The thought was there regardless.

She poured them both another glass of wine before going to the living room where she had encouraged Rafael to make himself comfortable. Olivia liked having him here, in her space. She had sat down, but then a certain song came on, one she loved.

“Any chance you might dance with me?” As well as the evening had gone so far, she was more willing to push things a little further; and she couldn’t think of much that could be better right now than a slow dance pressed against Rafael Barba.

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What are you gonna be doing when you're 85? Squabbling with you? Wouldn't that be nice?

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Caught

Title: Caught TV Show: Law & Order SVU Ship: Barson For: @thebarsondaily using the prompt photograph Note: Pretty sure over 300 words Disclaimer: Don’t own don’t sue

“Hey Polaroid camera! Pretty cool Liu!” Carisi stepped into Olivia’s office prepared to tell her he had finished calling the witnesses in their latest case when the straight out of the 70’s camera caught his eye.

“Yeah one of the other families Lucy works for was having a yard sale. She saw it and thought Noah would get a kick out of it. And he,’ She pauses to open up a drawer and proceeds to drop a stack of photos down ‘has finished three rolls in four days. I’m trying to find some place that sells the film hence me bringing it in.” Carisi chuckles stepping in closer.

“May I?” He questions his hand hovering above the stack.

“Sure. There really not exciting. His favorite subject his red chair.”

“Awww. Not his mommy?”

“Oh I’m in there trust me. Actually Carisi he’s taken so many some I haven’t even looked at.” Olivia gives a semi guilty smile. She loved Noah with all her heart but one could only oh and ah so many times before focus was lost.

“Oh that’s cute. My nephew loves that book. There you are an…” Carisi stops mid word looks at the current image with a perplexed expression even with twenty years on the force Olivia found herself unable to read it.

“What is it? My hair a mess? In my night clothes?” She laughs trying to get something from him.

“No. Lieutenant I had no idea.” A smirk now starts to form has he examines the photograph again.

“Give it here.’ She demands hand out stretched. What embarrassing thing had her son managed to capture? She takes the picture from him. Yeah her on the couch, the shirt she wore on Thursday, which was when…'Oh no.” She mumbles even before her eye catches it but soon it does. Barba behind her by the bookshelf shirtless. Olivia scrambles to explain this. Immediately at least thirty lies pop in. Perhaps a few could be believed? She looks at Carisi and sighs. He wasn’t an idiot.

“Noah had a bad dream and to let him calm down I allowed him to play in the living area. And since his new obsession is that camera he obviously caught the remnants of my…uh date.”

“I think its great! And it looks like things were going good judging by Barba.” Carisi gives a playful wink. Olivia blushes.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“Eventually I will. I’m obligated to. Just its complicated.”

“I know. For now you two seem happy. And I’m happy for you. Now let’s see what other goodies the little guy caught!”

***THE END*** (I think it worked better in my head)

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Arrival

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