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When Olivia woke early the following morning it was still dark outside. Above the familiar sounds of the city, her apartment felt strangely quiet. The rain had obviously stopped and the air had been left fresh and renewed. She felt solid weight and warmth at her back, and an arm lying over her waist.

How many nights had she dreamed of this?

Of waking in his arms and feeling like everything was right with the world?

She felt his lips on her neck and pushed back against him with a soft smile.

"Rafa…" she greeted him.

The body behind her snuggled closer and brought his upper leg up to wrap over her thighs.

"'Livia…" The familiar voice hummed against her neck as he nuzzled into her hair.

"We fell asleep on the couch," she observed needlessly and turned to face him. Olivia felt her core clench and she licked her lips at the sight of Barba lying drowsily in front of her.

What a difference a couple of weeks could make.

"Morning, beautiful…" he replied roughly as he opened his eyes and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

Olivia brought her hand up to run down the side of his face.

"Okay?" He asked with concern when he noticed tears in her eyes.

"Perfect…" she assured. "I've thought about this so many times, you know? Waking up next to you."

He nodded, simultaneously recognising her emotions and feeling completely in awe of them.

"I wish I didn't have to leave…" he apologised after they had laid together a few more minutes.

She smiled, "I'll forgive you, as long as you come back."

Barba chuckled. "I guarantee it," he leaned in and kissed her again, "…you're not getting rid of me now."

Olivia reluctantly stretched up and looked at her kitchen clock. "It's almost 5, your alarm will be going off soon." She moved to stand, but then Barba suddenly sat up and pulled her thigh over his lap so that she was straddling his waist.

She smiled down at him, then leaned and kissed him. "Come back tonight?" She asked. "Have dinner with me and Noah?"

Barba stroked her hair back off her face and nodded. "Love to..." He paused and then added, "I'd like to…" he smirked and rolled his eyes a little, "Would you judge me if I say I'd like to take this slowly?"

"Slowly?" Olivia asked with concern and tilted her head. "You're not sure?"

Barba shook his head quickly, "God, no! I'm certain. I just…if I have my way this will be our last first time."

Her breath caught.

"I want to do this properly…" He grazed his lower lips with his teeth and looked from her eyes to her mouth. "I'd like us to date a little, spend more time together. I…" he stretched up and brushed her lips with his. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, Liv."

Olivia smiled and leaned into their kiss, "So you want to…wait a while?" Her eyes danced as she realised what he was saying.

"Tease each other?" He suggested as his hand came up to grip her waist.

"Take our time…" she rolled her hips against his and he groaned.

"You're not going to make this easy are you?" He grinned.

She smirked and stroked her fingers into the hair at his temple. "Dates, kisses, time together…touching you, then eventually making love to you? Sounds like heaven."

He kissed down her neck slowly, "You smell like heaven."

Olivia laughed and nuzzled closer, "You smell extremely edible yourself, counsellor."

Barba's phone suddenly sprung to life in the darkened room and his alarm went off. He groaned and rested his forehead against her collarbone. "I actually have to stop touching you and go to work, don't I?"

She grinned and kissed his temple. "Coffee after court? I'd like to see you."

He nodded, "I'll come to you?"

Olivia agreed, "I'll look forward to it…"

Olivia had spent the whole morning trying not to focus on her excitement and joy at her changing relationship with Rafael Barba. However, her mind kept drifting back to his face...his eyes when he'd told her that he loved her, the feeling of his lips on hers…his tongue thrusting possessively into her mouth...

"...Hey, LIV!" Fin raised his voice in an attempt to attract her attention.

Olivia looked up with an uncharacteristically vacant expression and glanced between her detectives, "Sorry?"

"I said, are you takin lunch?" Fin asked with a smirk.

"I…" Olivia looked up and smiled when she saw Barba walk around the corner into the unit. "I might, I…" her answer faded away as she stood and caught his eye. "How was court?" She inquired professionally as he walked over.

"Fine," he replied sharply and nodded toward her office. "A word?"

Olivia shrugged at her team before following him through wondering what was wrong. Had court been a disaster? Surely he wasn't angry because of her timing last night? She was about to ask what was wrong as the door closed, but she was suddenly turned roughly and pushed against the wall.

"God, Liv…" Barba muttered a little breathlessly as he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her against his body. "I know this is unprofessional and you might kill me, but…" His lips covered hers and Olivia groaned quietly into his mouth as he kissed her deeply.

After a couple of minutes, they regretfully pulled back and rested their foreheads together.

"I thought something was wrong…" she smiled and touched her lips to his lightly.

He smirked, "I've barely been able to stop thinking about you all morning…you're driving me to distraction!"

Olivia laughed softly, "Glad I'm not the only one."

"Time for lunch?" He asked pulling back a little and then bringing his hand up to stroke into her hair.

"You know if we eat out around here we'll have to be careful?" She warned. "At least until we disclose…" Olivia couldn't help but feel irrationally nervous about bringing up discloser, that issue had rarely gone well for her in the past.

Barba tilted his head and smiled. "I can control myself, mi amor," he teased her gently, "…you're still my closest friend and I'd like to take you to lunch." He paused and sensed her concerns. "However, when we disclose I will take great pleasure in letting everyone watch me kiss you in the middle of Forlini's."

Olivia laughed and rested her forehead on his shoulder for a moment before turning and pressing her lips to his neck. She breathed in and nuzzled against him before lifting her head and nodding toward the door. "Lunch is on you then?" She asked and linked their fingers.

"Sure," he smirked and tilted his head. Then he lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of hers. "One more kiss first?"

She smiled as their lips came back together. "I'm not sure…I can…look at you…now…and not the world…how much…I love you," she said against his mouth between gentle kisses.

Barba was sure that he felt his heart expand, he kissed along her cheek and jaw. "We both know better than most," he assured, "…they can suspect all they want, we just can't give them any proof until we're ready."

"So sexy time is restricted to home?" Olivia asked a little sadly and stroked her hand over his chest as they moved apart.

"We can be a little naughty," he smirked, "…and I'm not keeping my hands off you on our date this weekend. Maybe we should just make sure we're out of Manhattan?"

"You're taking me out?" Olivia asked.

"Can Lucy sit?" He checked.

Olivia nodded, "Probably…" she thought, "…if not maybe we could ask your mom? I wouldn't want to miss out on our date."

"You'd be okay with that?" Barba asked, surprised because Olivia barely knew his mother.

"Rafa, your mom is a huge part of your life, so she's going to be an equally significant part of mine and Noah's too," Olivia assured. Then she kissed him and added, "Lucia Barba also brought up the best man I've ever known, so I can't imagine a better reference for her childcare skills."

Barba's eyes widened a little and he nodded - he believed she loved him now, but her open confidence in him and in their future together was more than he had ever dreamed.

"Rafa," she added when he seemed deep in thought, "…I'm kind of horngry."

He looked at her and smiled, arching one eyebrow.

"Horny and hungry, a dangerous state to leave your woman in..." Olivia clarified teasingly.

Barba nodded quickly and swallowed, "W-well, I'd never want you to accuse me of leaving 'my woman' hungry."

Olivia walked over to grab her jacket. Then as she passed him on the way to the door she quickly grasped one of his suspender belts and leaned in to kiss him. "Oh, you're making me extremely hungry," she taunted, " know 'slow' is a relative term, entender?"

Then she walked to the door, leaving Barba to collect himself for a moment before he followed her through to the outer office.