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teddykisser · 3 months ago

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Protective & Possessive

Part 2 to Our Little Family

Beautiful Things

Captain Olivia Benson x Pregnant Female Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, Kissing, Fluff, Mean Remarks, Secret Pregnancy, Protective Rolline, Posessive Reader, Massage, Dead Bodies, Suggestive Themes, Horny Reader, Brief D/S Dynamic Mention, Slight Smut Towards End.

You were back at work the next day. Your lunch break spent in Olivia's office. You rested your hands on your stomach, in awe that there was really a baby in there.

Olivia sat at her desk, admiring you. A soft smile was present on her face as you touched your stomach. Olivia herself was still in shock that you were pregnant.

She gently turned your head back up to meet hers, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away and looking at you. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly, still holding your waist.

Her gaze fell onto you.

"Mhm, better get back out there.." You nodded, beginning to detach yourself from her arms.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything." Olivia added.

You closed the door behind you as you watched Rollins return from her break.

"Hi Y/N" She smiled, sitting at her desk.

"Hey Manda, what's new?" You spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"There's been a break in the case" Munch interrupted.

As Munch briefed the team, Olivia focused on the work in front of her. She was only half paying attention to what was going on. She was still thinking about earlier, thinking about you being pregnant with her child. The thought alone filled her with warmth. She knew this would be something she'd be thinking about for the rest of the day.

The case required the team to go into the field. Olivia grabbed her coat and bag to follow everyone else into action. The case wasn't too bad, thankfully. She walked with the team, making sure to keep an eye on you throughout. She couldn't help but be a bit protective, especially knowing that you were now carrying a baby, her baby.

There was a dead body that had been dead for a few days so it had a rancid smell. You tried to resist gagging and keep your composure. This action didn't go unnoticed by Liv.

She saw your expression as you saw the body and inched closer to you. Olivia placed her hand on your back, rubbing it gently. "You okay, dear?" She asked. She didn't want you to be too stressed, especially now. She was a bit concerned for your health.

"Y-Yeah.. it's just the s-smell" You admitted, whispering in her ear. You didn't want the rest of the team to know the news just yet. Didn't wanna jinx it.

Olivia nodded and kept a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles with her thumb, trying to comfort you. "Oh. My love.. It's going to be alright. Just breathe for me, okay?" She knew the next few months wouldn't be easy for you but it will be so worth it.

"You alright, Y/N? It's not your first dead body, is it?" Munch remarked, his eyes judging you.

Olivia looked up, her eyes glared at the other detective. This wasn't the time or place for jokes. She moved her hand from your back, instead putting it on your stomach, rubbing it softly. "It's alright," she reassured you, ignoring the other detective's comment.

"You know she's one of the younger agents leave her alone" Rollins spoke, referring to your age. Rollins was very motherly to you, and protective of you so she came to your rescue.

"Thank you, Amanda" Olivia turned to Rollins, giving her a nod. She hated when her teammates made comments that were just insensitive. She knew they didn't mean to be rude, but now was certainly not the time. The captain kept her hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.

"In public?" You mouthed, refering to Liv's hand caressing your stomach. You didn't want your team to find out and this was a dead giveaway.

Olivia knew what you meant. She couldn't help but feel a bit protective and wanted everyone to know, but she also wasn't quite ready for anyone to know yet. She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone put the pieces together. "You're doing so well, don't worry about the others." She whispered, trying to reassure you.

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The team had returned back to the office, wrapping up the case. You were in Olivia's office, relaxing. The team knew of your relationship with the captain but they didn't know that you two were trying to have a child.

Olivia's hovered behind you, her hands working the knots in your shoulder. "You're so tense, my love.." Olivia spoke softly.

You closed your eyes, lending your hand back slightly. A quiet groan escaped from your lips.

"That's it baby, let it all out" Olivia encouraged. Her lips ghosted your neck.

"You're such a good girl, my best girl" She praised.

You stood up, backing Liv against the wall. Your gaze darkened, you bit your lip as your hand found it's way around her neck.

"Shh.. Gotta keep quiet Captain.." You smirked, you sucked on the skin on her neck, taking it between your teeth.

"Mine" You whimpered against her.

Olivia couldn't lie, she was turned on by your possessiveness, and slightly curious of where it came from. She wasn't complaining though.

"B-baby.. we're a-at work" She reminded you, trying to keep her composure and not submit to you. She didn't want to give up her power but God you felt so good against her.

"Mmm.. don't you want this Liv.." Yiu mumbled against her, your other hand snaked down to her stomach, resting just below her pants.

"We're still at work, we'll have time for this later." Olivia added gently, pulling your face away from her neck.

"Benson! Y/L/N!" A voice exclaimed from the briefing room.

Olivia jumped, pulling away from you. She straightened her shirt and ran a hand through her hair to mess it around a bit so there wasn't as much evidence of what had just happened.

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olderwomenenthusiast · 2 months ago

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under pressure (casey novak)

PAIRING: casey novak & fem reader DESCRIPTION: casey arrives at your house insistent on making you pay CAUTION: swearing, fingering, oral, dominant and submissive, mutual consent WORD COUNT: 2.3k

The knock at your door is sharp, impatient, and sets your nerves on edge. You barely have time to open it before Casey Novak steps inside, her movements deliberate, controlled but there’s a heat simmering beneath the surface. Her green eyes lock onto yours, and you swallow hard at the intensity in them.

“You made me look like a fool in that courtroom today,” she says, voice low and edged with something you can’t quite name. Anger, maybe, or something darker, something more dangerous?

You take a step back, but she follows, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Her presence fills the room, the tension between you crackling like electricity.

“I was just doing my job,” you say, though the words come out more breathless than you’d like.

Casey tilts her head, her lips curving into something that isn’t quite a smile. “Is that right?” she muses. “Because from where I was standing, it looked like you enjoyed making me scramble.”

She takes another step forward, leaving no space between you. Heat radiates from her body, and when she reaches up to brush her fingers along your jaw, a shiver runs through you.

“I have to admit,” she continues, voice dropping even lower, “I was impressed. The way you tore apart my argument, it was quick, ruthless.” Her thumb traces your lower lip, and your breath catches. “It pissed me off.” A beat. “And it turned me on.”

Your pulse pounds at the admission, at the way her eyes darken as they trace your face, your lips. You want to say something, anything to challenge her, to push back but Casey doesn’t give you the chance.

She presses you against the door, her hands firm but not rough as they pin your wrists at your sides. “I think it’s time you make it up to me,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin. “You were so confident in court today, so relentless.” Her lips brush your jaw, feather-light but enough to make you tilt your head, exposing more to her. “Let’s see if you can keep that same energy now.”

Her fingers move to the buttons of her blouse, undoing only half of them, just enough to expose the smooth curve of her breasts to your hungry gaze. Your breath hitches, heat pooling low in your stomach as you reach out, tracing your fingers along her exposed skin as your own eyes darken at the sight.

Casey smirks, watching you with knowing eyes before she reaches down, guiding your hands to her belt. The metal buckle clinks softly as you unfasten it, your fingers moving with deliberate slowness. You take your time, dragging down the zipper, feeling the tension in her body as you inch her pants down her hips.

The moment her panties are exposed, a deep, needy heat coils in your gut. The dark fabric is already damp, the evidence of her arousal unmistakable. Your fingers skim over the wet patch, pressing just enough to make her shudder.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her fingers tightening in your hair. “You have no idea how bad I wanted this.”

You grip the waistband of her panties and slowly slide them down, exposing her completely. The scent of her arousal fills the air, warm and intoxicating. You inhale deeply, savoring it, letting it consume you as your hands trail up her thighs.

A smirk tugs at her lips as she watches you. “Enjoying yourself?”

You meet her gaze, heat flashing between you. Instead of answering, you press your lips to the inside of her thigh, feeling the way she trembles beneath your touch. You trail your tongue higher, tasting the heat of her before finally dragging it over her slick folds. The first brush of contact makes her hiss through her teeth, and she tightens her grip on your hair, pulling you closer.

“That’s it,” she breathes, her voice edged with pleasure. “Make it up to me.”

Her control wavers as you work her with your tongue, slow at first, then faster, more deliberate. The sharp gasp she lets out only spurs you on, and you revel in the way she shudders under your mouth, her thighs tightening around your head. She rolls her hips, grinding herself against your tongue, her wetness coating your lips as she chases her pleasure. The taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way she tugs at your hair... all of it fuels your hunger for more.

She groans, her head tilting back, a hand braced against the door to steady herself. “Just like that,” she moans, her voice breathy and raw. “Don’t stop.”

Casey exhales a slow, satisfied breath, her smirk never fading. She straightens, her fingers still tangled in your hair, using them to tilt your chin up so she can look at you properly. The heat in her eyes hasn’t dimmed but it’s changed, shifting into something darker, something still hungry.

“You look good like this,” she murmurs, thumb stroking over your bottom lip, tracing the wetness left behind. “On your knees for me.”

Your pulse jumps, anticipation curling hot in your stomach, but before you can respond, she steps back, adjusting her blouse with calculated nonchalance. The sight of her half-undone buttons, the flush high on her cheeks, the way her breath still comes just a little too fast... God, it’s intoxicating.

Casey notices your stare and chuckles low in her throat. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she teases, fastening her belt with a practiced flick of her wrist. “You’re not off the hook yet.”

You raise an eyebrow, pushing yourself to stand. “No?”

She shakes her head, stepping close again, the smell of sex still clinging to her skin. “You think one orgasm makes up for the way you embarrassed me in court?” Her voice is all silk and steel, a dangerous edge beneath the tease. She leans in, lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, “I don’t think so.”

A shiver races down your spine, and you barely have time to react before Casey takes control again. She turns you, pressing your back against the door, one hand gripping your wrist while the other trails down, down....

“You were so confident earlier,” she purrs, her fingers slipping under your waistband, teasing just above where you need her. “So relentless.” She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with something wicked. “Let’s see how well you handle it when I return the favour.”

And then she’s kissing you; hot, deep, claiming. You barely have time to gasp before her fingers push lower, pressing against your aching heat, and any retort you might’ve had melts into a moan.

Casey grins against your lips. “That’s what I thought.”

Casey doesn’t waste time. She yanks at your trousers, fingers deft as she unfastens them and shoves them down your hips, her impatience setting your skin on fire. Her body pins you to the door, pressing against your front, her thigh sliding between yours, forcing them apart.

“You made me fucking squirm today,” she murmurs against your lips, her breath warm, teasing. “I’m going to make sure you remember what that feels like.”

Her hand moves between your legs, fingers slipping beneath the damp fabric of your underwear, finding you already soaked. She lets out a low, satisfied hum. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” Her fingers glide through your wetness, teasing, barely giving you what you want.

You try to grind against her hand, desperate for friction, but she tuts, pressing you harder against the door. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

“Casey... shit” Your voice is ragged, but she just smirks, dragging her fingers through your slick folds before finally circling your clit, slow, calculated, a sharp contrast to the heat crackling between you.

“I want to hear you,” she demands, her voice thick with control. She presses her fingers harder against you, rubbing deliberate circles, and a gasp rips from your throat.

She chuckles darkly. “That’s more like it.”

Her pace quickens, fingers working you with ruthless precision. Every flick, every stroke, sends you spiralling closer. Your body writhes, your hips rolling to chase the pleasure she doles out with maddening restraint. Fuck she was a tease.

Then, without warning, she sinks two fingers into you, deep, stretching you open in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck,” Your head thuds back against the door, your nails biting into her arms.

Casey growls against your throat, her fingers fucking into you with relentless precision, curling just right, dragging against that spot that makes you see stars. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” she breathes, her lips brushing your ear. “So eager to take what I give you.”

Your breath hitches, legs shaking as she fucks you harder, deeper, making sure her palm grinded against your clit. The pressure is unbearable, your body coiling tight, threatening to snap.

Casey watches you, her pupils blown wide, her own breath ragged. “Cum for me,” she orders, her voice rough, raw. “I want to feel it.”

The command sends you over the edge. Your body tenses, then shatters, pleasure ripping through you so fiercely your knees nearly give out. "Casey!" You cry out her name, your walls clenching around her fingers as the orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of bliss consuming you.

Casey keeps moving, drawing it out, letting you ride the aftershocks until you’re trembling and barely able to stand.

Finally, she slows, withdrawing her fingers with an obscene wet sound.

You slump against the door, chest heaving, body still burning from the intensity of it. Casey leans in, pressing one last, teasing kiss against your swollen lips before stepping back, smoothing her blouse like she hadn’t just wrecked you.

“I think we’re even now,” she muses, but the glint in her eye says otherwise.

You manage a breathless laugh. “Liar.”

Casey grins, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Fine,” she concedes, pressing a final lingering touch to your jaw. “Then I guess I’ll just have to punish you again.”

Casey’s smirk deepens as she watches you struggle for breath, your body still trembling from the force of your orgasm. But she’s not done with you, not even close. And you had no problem with that at all.

She presses in again, one hand gripping your jaw, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to meet her gaze. Her fingers are still slick with your cum, and she drags them down your lips, smearing your taste against them before slipping two fingers past the seam, pressing them against your tongue.

“Suck,” she commands.

Your breath catches, but you obey, hollowing your cheeks as you take her fingers into your mouth, licking the evidence of your own orgasm from them. Casey groans low in her throat, her pupils blown wide as she watches you.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her free hand sliding down between your legs again, pushing your underwear aside. “You’re dripping, baby. You came all over my fucking fingers, and you’re still needy.”

She’s right, your pussy is soaked, slick coating your inner thighs. The sharp, unrelenting heat between you hasn’t faded; if anything, it’s only intensified. Fuck, you loved being at her mercy.

Casey chuckles darkly, dragging her fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before pressing against your clit. Your hips jerk at the contact, a whimper slipping from your lips around her fingers.

“Sensitive?” she taunts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your swollen clit. “Too fucking bad.”

She yanks her fingers from your mouth, only to grab your hips and spin you around, pressing your chest against the door. Her body crowds against yours, her breath hot at your ear.

“You looked so fucking cocky in that courtroom today,” she growls, yanking your trousers and panties down in one rough motion. “Now look at you. Soaked. Desperate.” She drags her fingers through your slick folds again before shoving them deep into your pussy.

A sharp cry escapes you, your nails scratching against the wood as she fucks you from behind, her fingers relentless, curling just right, pressing deep.

“That’s it,” she rasps, fucking you harder. “Take it. Just like that.”

You’re helpless against the pleasure, your body arching and pushing back against her hand, chasing more. Casey feels it, groaning as she pumps her fingers faster, her palm grinding against your clit.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” she growls again, her free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “Gonna make you cum for me again. Gonna make you fucking scream.”

You’re already close, the pressure coiling tight in your belly, unbearable. Casey leans in, her teeth nipping at the curve of your shoulder as her fingers slam into you, unrelenting. "Please Case... please."

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she purrs, her breath ragged against your skin. “Gonna soak my fucking hand?”

“Yes, fuck, Casey, I’m...”

She pushes her palm against your clit, and you shatter. Pleasure slams into you, a white-hot wave that rips through your body. You cry out, your pussy clenching around her fingers as you gush, soaking her hand, your thighs shaking violently.

Casey groans at the feeling, fucking you through it, dragging every last aftershock from your spent, trembling body before finally slowing, her fingers slipping from you, wet and glistening.

“God damn,” she murmurs, bringing her slick fingers to her mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied hum.

Your legs are weak, your body still shaking, but she doesn’t let you collapse. She turns you around, tilting your chin up, pressing a deep, filthy kiss against your lips.

When she pulls back, her smirk is sharp, dangerous. “I should humiliate you in court more often,” she muses, her voice thick with amusement.

You manage a breathless laugh, still dazed. “You’re a fucking menace.”

She grins, reaching down to fix her belt, her eyes still hungry as they rake over you. “And you love it.”

She’s right. And you already know this won’t be the last time. You were addicted now and you couldn't wait until your next encounter.

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theunholyvirginemilyprentiss · 6 months ago

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You think you can hurt me? I have unhealthy parasocial relationships with THEM:

You cannot hurt me more than I have already hurt myself.

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theclowningbusiness · 2 months ago

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Time for Us

This is honestly short and sweet <33 The description sounds like it's gonna be smutty but I swear it isn't

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Tropes: None rly?

Warnings: Some undressing and kissing, but nothing graphic, fluffy intimacy

Other tags: Rafael Barba’s suspenders ™ , soft Rafael 😭

Background: You’re a detective at the SVU and you’re dating Barba.

Description: You and your boyfriend, Rafael, have been busy at work and haven’t had much time for one another. While working late at his office, the two of you end up sharing a few kisses on his couch. Where do things go when you realize his office is a little too hot?

You let out a sigh as you sat back against the couch. Looking at your phone, you realized that you and your boyfriend had been working on the case for much longer than you’d thought.

“We’ve been at this for hours,” you sighed, scooting over to sit closer to Rafael, running one hand over his back.

Your boyfriend let out a groan, sitting up from where he’d been leant over the papers on the table in front of the both of you. He leaned into your touch, humming softly.

“It’s a tough case,” he complained, leaning against the back of the couch.

As he leaned back, you let your hand slide up to rest on the back of his neck. You ran your fingers through the shorter hairs there.

“I know,” you nodded in agreement. “That’s why I’m here, to help you with it. But,” you started, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “Neither of us are any good if we’re exhausted.”

“You’re right,” he nodded. He closed his eyes, running one hand over his face.

He looked tired. He’d been working so hard on the case, and you could tell it was getting to him. His tie and jacket had both been abandoned hours ago, and his suspenders no longer rested on his shoulders, but were pushed off and now hung around his waist on the couch. The top two buttons on his shirt were undone and his sleeves were both rolled up around his forearms.

Even when he was exhausted and overworking himself, you had to admit, the man was handsome. Sexy, even.

You smiled to yourself at the thought, just enjoying the silence while you played with your boyfriend’s hair. His eyes opened and he looked over at you.

“What are you smiling about?” He questioned, moving one hand to run over the leg closest to him.

“You just look handsome,” you answered honestly, shrugging. “Can’t I just admire my boyfriend?”

“We’ve been here working all day, and that’s what you’re thinking about right now? Aren’t you tired of looking at me?” He hummed out curiously.

“Nope,” you nodded, scooting in closer and using your free hand to cup his face. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

“Are you trying to sweeten me up for something?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

“Can’t you just accept that I think you’re handsome?” You laughed softly, shaking your head. You leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

With no way to reply, Rafael responded by humming against your lips. He relaxed farther into the couch, pulling you closer to him. By the time you pulled away, you were nearly on his lap.

“If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll accept just about anything you say,” he smiled, pecking your lips.

“Sounds like a win win,” you shrugged. You moved around until you were comfortably seated on his lap. You sat sideways across his thighs, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other rested on his chest.

“Is this part of the deal too?” He teased, one brow raised.

“I think I could throw it in,” you returned his teasing, leaning in to once again press your lips to his.

Rafael let one hand run over your outer thigh while the other was planted firmly on your hip. Your hand on his chest slowly drifted up until it could rest on the side of his throat, your fingertips brushing the hair on the nape of his neck.

His hand held your hip tighter, keeping you pressed closely to him. Not that you wanted to move anyways.

You only pulled away from his lips when you needed to get a lung full of air. You didn’t go far, though, your forehead leaning into his. The two of you took a few slow breaths as you tried to calm down.

“I’ve missed this,” you admitted. “We’ve both been working so much lately, we haven’t had time for us.”

“I know,” he agreed, his voice soft. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, it’s both of our jobs, not just yours,” you argued, not wanting him to think you were blaming him in the slightest. It truly was just your busy work lives.

“This weekend, when this case is over, let’s just take those days for us,” he suggested. “Nothing work related,” he added.

“That sounds nice,” you hummed happily. “I’d really like that, Raf.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he gave a small, affirmative nod. “For now, though,” he sighed, “We really should get back to work on this case.”

“I hate that you’re right,” you huffed. You moved off of his lap, plopping down on the couch next to him.

“You always hate when I’m right,” he joked.

“That’s because you’re right too often, it’s infuriating. And a lot of the time, also attractive, which makes it doubly annoying,” you complained, though there was no real disdain in your words.

“Thank you,” he paused, “I think.” With that, he started to lean over the table to get back to work.

You stopped him, a hand gently grabbing his shoulder.

“Before we get back to work, can we maybe turn the AC up?” You asked, “I’m starting to feel a little hot,” you frowned, your fingers starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

“It’s a little hot in here,” he agreed. “But why are you unbuttoning my shirt?” He asked, his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, no reason,” you shrugged innocently, smiling at him.

“Okay, you’re tired and you’re getting delusional,” he teased, gently taking both of your hands in his. “Maybe we go home and get some rest, then come back to this with fresh eyes in the morning.”

“It’s almost like I suggested that a few minutes ago,” you deadpanned. “We both need the rest, Raf, and you know it.”

“Then let’s go home,” he nodded, standing from the couch and stretching with a soft groan. He buttoned his shirt back up and slid his suspenders back over his shoulders.

You stood up as well, grabbing both your coat and his, as well as his tie. Truthfully, you just wanted to get home as soon as you could.

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“I’m not sure I’ve ever been so happy to see this bed,” you let out a dry laugh as the two of you walked into your shared bedroom. You had already discarded your shoes and both jackets at the door, so all that was left was getting undressed and ready for bed.

“You say that every time you come home after a long day,” Rafael chuckled, rolling his neck as he undid his suspenders, putting them back into their place in the dresser.

“Well it’s just always true,” you argued.

You crossed the room, only stopping when you were standing in front of Rafael. You slid your hands down his chest and stomach, carefully pulling his shirt from where it had been tucked into his pants. Once it was untucked, your hands made their way back up, stopping when they reached his top button. Much like you had done earlier in his office, you began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“You’re starting to make a habit of this, you know?” He teased, but made no move to stop you. His hands found your hips and rested there as you slowly undid his shirt.

“You don’t seem to mind,” you countered, finally undoing the last button.

“I don’t mind, not at all,” he nodded, tilting his head as he looked at you.

You reached up, pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. The shirt fell into a pile on the floor behind him. Once his shirt was discarded, you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed closer to him. You tucked your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes.

“This is exactly what I wanted,” you said softly, practically melting into his chest. “I’ve just really been missing time with you. I know we spend all day together sometimes, but we’re working. I’ve been missing you as my boyfriend and not just the squad’s prosecutor.”

Rafael’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to his body.

“We both get caught up in our work,” he sighed, “I promise, we’ll make more time for us from now on. I’ve missed you too.”

“I love you, Raf,” you spoke quietly, turning your head to place a gentle kiss on the bare skin of his shoulder.

“I love you too, mi amor, so much,” he replied, kissing your head.

Even if work got busy, and your only time was stolen kisses when working late, for Rafael, you knew it was worth it.

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