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SO ANYWAY.  HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED.  Here you go @shipperqueen93

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A/N: @barsonaddict I know these are way late, but better late than never, right? I hope you like these! 

74. “You should marry me.”

It was Christmas Eve, and Santa had already arrived at the Benson household. Now Rafael and Olivia lay cuddled together on the couch and just enjoyed the lights of the tree and the quiet of the apartment. They always tried to make the most of their alone time, and it wasn’t always used for sex because it was these intimate moments that meant the most to them other than the time spent with Noah.

She laid her head on his chest, just listened to his heartbeat beneath her ear. This was the second Christmas they’d spend together, and she already knew Rafael was in it for the long haul. “You should marry me,” she murmured sleepily.

His fingers didn’t stop tracing little circles along her lower back and hip as the words reached his ears. “That your idea of a proposal, Liv?” he teased softly as his lips brushed against the top of her head. “Because my answer is yes.”

Her head lifted, meeting his eyes. “You’re serious? You’ll marry me?” She moved her hand up his chest and cupped his cheek. Her eyes were misted over with tears as she moved closer, pressing her mouth to his.

“Go on and reach into your stocking,” he encouraged.

She quickly climbed over him and off the couch as she hurried to where three stockings hung on the windowsill. Her hands were trembling as she reached inside and felt a small box right on top. She hadn’t seen him put that in there. She curled her fingers around it and turned to find him no longer on the couch, but now he was on one knee in front of her.

He took the box from shaking fingers and smiled up at her. “You should marry me,” he echoed back to her as he opened the box and revealed a simple yet perfect band with a diamond set in it.

“Yes,” she breathed as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Yes, I should.” She let him slip the ring onto her finger before she pulled him to his feet and kissed him softly on the mouth as his arms moved around her to hold her close.

As the kiss ended, he met her eyes. “I mean, I was going to ask you tomorrow morning. I had it all planned out, but this…” He kissed her nose then her lips once again. “This was perfect.”

She took his hand, pulling him back to the couch as they sat curled against one another and stared at the tree. This had turned out to be one of the two best days of her life. “Merry Christmas, Rafa.” She laid her head on his shoulder and breathed him in.

“Merry Christmas, Liv.” He kissed her forehead before he lifted her hand with the ring and kissed it gently. “I promise to make not only every Christmas I get to spend with you amazing but every day as well. I love you so much, Mrs. Soon-to-be-Barba.”

She smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

98. “Where are your pants?”

Rafael Barba arrived home from work only to realize that he wasn't alone. He narrowed his eyes. "Hello? Mami?" His mother had a bad habit of letting herself into his apartment whenever she was in the area. "You know that key is for emergencies. Not to come and clean my apartment or check my fridge."

When he didn't get a response, he set his briefcase on his couch and reached to take his phone from his pocket. He had 9-1-1 ready to roll as he moved down the hall toward his room where he saw a light on in his bedroom. He felt his heart start to thunder in his chest.

It was then that Olivia Benson stepped out of his room wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts. The sleeves were rolled up to hang loosely at her elbows as she leaned against the door frame. "I thought I was going to have to put out a BOLO on you."

He smirked, locking his screen and slipping it back into his pant pocket as he approached. "And just where are your pants?" He took her by the hips, pressing her into the frame as his mouth found her mouth, sucking at her bottom lip before he moved his lips along her jaw and down her throat and to the swell of her slightly exposed breast where she'd left the buttons undone.

"Do you really give a damn about my pants, Rafael?" Her voice was almost breathless as his mouth continued its tender assault against the swell of her breast. Her fingers moved into his hair, holding him there and encouraging him to do whatever he pleased.

"You should have called. I'd have left work early..." His hand slipped beneath the shirt, caressing the underside of her breast while he kissed and sucked at the other.

aaahh thank you so much for asking!!! :D

1) What images do you have set for your desktop/cell phone wallpapers?

Space background for desktop and a picture of Karen Page from The Defenders on my phone I’m just really excited for The Punisher and I miss her lmao

10) Favorite ice cream flavor?

Chocolate. Any variants of chocolate tbh

35) Coffee or Tea?

Coffee <333

“If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders.” - Bernard Byer

Characters: Barson Words: 566 Warnings: None Notes: So, this is random and a break from the voted on fic I’m writing because I got stuck... and so I wrote it with @barsonaddict in mind! I hope it’s some Barson for you in bed... and that it’s not horribly cheesy and awful. Also, it’s totally unedited. 

Barba walked into the apartment with ease, shutting the door quietly behind him as he caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall across from him. It was well past midnight, and Olivia had already texted him letting him know she’d leave him a plate of food in the refrigerator. 

He didn’t have the heart to tell her he ate at the office. In fact, he’d probably eat it anyway so she didn’t wake up to an uneaten plate and the thoughts of being unappreciated and a second thought.

He knew she was busier than even Super Mom should be. Between Noah starting kindergarten, her job, and her return to school for a graduate degree, she was regularly pulling seventeen, even eighteen hour days that resulted in a collapse at night that left her snoring subtly as she caught up on whatever sleep she could in the dead of night.

His late nights made it even harder for them to spend time together.

He sighed, looking in the refrigerator quietly and retrieving the plate of meatloaf she’d set aside. He chuckled at the pink sticky note with reheating instructions surrounded by a heart. It had come down to little notes of love that kept them going throughout the weeks. He pressed the sticky note into the counter, Saran Wrap finding it’s way into the trash, and a paper towel tenting over the plate as he started the microwave.

“You made it home,” Olivia groaned, wiping at her eyes from the doorway to the kitchen.

Rafael smiled, waltzing easily across the kitchen and tugging her into his side. Her weary head fell to his chest, “I did. You should be in bed, sleepy head.”

“You rhymed,” she giggled, sleep still glazing over her reactions to his presence. “I heard you come home, had to say goodnight.”

Rafael kissed her temple before the microwave squealed. He popped open the door and let the steaming plate cool for a second. He turned back to Olivia, watching her slowly wake up. He loved it when her brown eyes first came alive in the morning, when he could be the first thing she saw with the sunrise and the last thing she saw at sunset.

“Go back to bed. I’ll join you shortly,” he encouraged.

“I’m okay,” Olivia grinned. “I went to bed early tonight, when I put Noah down. 

“Didn’t you have an assignment to finish?”

“Oh, I did,” she mused. “I gave myself an early bedtime as a reward.”

Rafael took a water bottle and his second dinner, moving to the couch. Olivia tagged behind, sinking into the cushions and curling into his body. Her eyes drifted shut as he ate in silence. 

“I’m proud of you. You know that, right?” Rafael asked quietly, rousing her from the state of semi-consciousness she’d found herself in as he ate.

Olivia looked up, eyes filled with sleep again. He chuckled, knowing better than to expect a serious conversation with her in the midst of her sleep routine. She nodded wearily. He shook his head, setting his plate on an end table before helping her up.

“Let’s get you back to sleep,” Rafael insisted as she rose from the couch. “Maybe tomorrow we can actually celebrate you completing your homework. 

Okay, so like five years ago or so, I stumbled upon an indie musician dude who had made an album where each of the songs were inspired by a book by C.S. Lewis. 

...you can imagine that this would intrigue me.  (true story, I told this to my therapist and he immediately started laughing at me and said “OF COURSE YOU WOULD FIND A MUSICIAN LIKE THIS”)