#carlivia

Pairing: Carlivia (Carmen x Olivia)

Prompt: AU

@princessbekker

A sigh escaped Carmen’s lips as she stared at one of the many posters plastered on the walls of the hallway. The annual Valentine’s Day dance was that Saturday and everyone was going. Well, except Carmen. She didn’t have a dress, she didn’t have a date and she didn’t want to go with friends. It wasn’t a dance friends would specifically go to together. Carmen was brought from her thoughts when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Are you planning on going?” Olivia asked the female softly. Carmen stood there, thinking for a moment before shaking her head.

“Absolutely not. No guy, or girl, has asked me. Plus, I don’t have a dress so it’s not like I could go.” Carmen shrugged as she headed over to her locker to get her books for her to do her homework. Olivia frowned some as she followed her friend.

“We can go shopping tonight! I’m free and my mom left the car for me.” Olivia tried to smile some as Carmen turned towards the brunette.

“I-I don’t have the money. My mom’s in the hospital again so we need to save money for when she gets out.” Carmen admitted. Olivia was the only one that knew her mother was sick. She was the only person she trusted enough with her home life. Olivia nodded as she thought for a few minutes.

“I have a dress or two from last year that should fit you. Try to make one of them work for you. My mom’s out of town so you can stay at my place.” Olivia bargained with Carmen. Carmen thought about it for a little before nodding.

“But I need to visit my mom for at least an hour after school. If that’s okay with you…” Carmen asked. Olivia quickly nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, that’s totally fine. Just come over to my house once you’re ready. I’ll cook us some dinner and I’ll have it ready when you come over. See you soon.” Olivia said before turning and heading to leave the school. Carmen smiled as she checked the time before rushing towards her car to head to the hospital.

Carmen only left the hospital after her mom fell asleep since she had come back from some tests with her doctor. Carmen headed to Olivia’s apartment to do homework, eat, and try to work on the dress. Once Carmen walked in with her backpack, she set it down by the couch and headed to the kitchen where the smell of pizza filled the place.

The two ate, did their homework before Olivia took Carmen to her room. She had two dresses sitting out on her bed. The long light pink prom dress she wore last year and an older short white dress she had laying around. The top of the white dress was lacy and long sleeved while the bottom of the pink dress was perfect, a bit long but perfect. Carmen looked over to Olivia and smiled.

“Can you help me try them on?” Carmen asked and Olivia stood up. Carmen stood up and quickly stripped out of her clothes as she was just in her bra and panties. Olivia helped Carmen get the white dress on, zipping the back up. As Carmen smoothed down the dress some, she looked herself over in the mirror.

“That dress looks really nice on you. Fuck, even better than I looked.” Olivia laughed as she looked at Carmen in the mirror with her. The dress came down to her knees. Carmen wasn’t a fan of all white but she had to agree with Olivia. She did look nice.

“I have to agree with you, Liv, but it’s too much white. What if… I cut the bottom off the pink dress and sew it onto the top of this dress? Cut the bottom a bit shorter, leaving it longer in the back?” Carmen explained as Olivia looked between the dress on the bed and the dress on Carmen.

Over the next few days, Olivia and Carmen worked hard on making the dress she wanted. Saturday morning came around and the two put the final touches on it before Carmen put it on. Olivia looked at her with a large smile as she walked into her bedroom.

“You look stunning. Gorgeous.” Olivia told Carmen. The girl blushed some as she turned to look over Olivia in the black dress she had on. It was a body con dress and Carmen loved it on the other girl.

“So do you. Wow….” Carmen said. It was now Olivia’s turn to blush. Turning towards her alarm clock, Olivia noticed the time.

“We should get to the dance. You are my date, right?” Olivia said as she went to gather a few things in the clutch purse she had. Carmen turned to the girl and raised a brow.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Olivia lies as Carmen’s fingers trail lightly over the scar just above her hip. It was a graze, hardly a real bullet wound, but the scar is still sunken in and pink and raw even after a few weeks of healing. It’s sensitive, in a not quite painful, not quite burning sensation that makes her twitch at even the slight touch. Carmen lifts her hand away anyways and smiles up at her, one brow quirked upward.

She doesn’t have to say a word for Olivia to know exactly what she’s thinking. She can’t resist a slight laugh and burying one of her hands in Carmen’s soft curls. This moment feels better than anything has felt in a very long time- since before she got shot the one time she didn’t have on her vest. Against her will, her mind conjures the image of Carmen, worried and out of breath when she ran into the hospital room, asking over and over if Olivia is okay. She tries to banish it from her mind. But before she can, her body instinctively tenses at pressure on the scar again.

When she looks down, it’s to Carmen pressing a tender kiss to her scar, careful and sweet and there’s something about it that makes Olivia’s eyes tear up for no real reason. She can’t breathe. She opens her mouth to say something because everything is so much, but then Carmen lifts her head and moves up to cup Olivia’s face like something precious, study her with love so deep, so warm in her eyes that it hurts.

“I’m glad you’re still here,” Carmen whispers, and kisses her.

They work because they’ve sent boundaries, or at least that’s what Olivia’s convinced herself. That without these lines in the sand, without their rules, Olivia’s sure that this would have crumpled in on itself a long time ago. It hasn’t because they don’t cross lines a work. Because Carmen is a legal assistant, and Olivia is a police lieutenant. Because they keep those roles separate from Carmen and Olivia behind the closed door of Carmen’s apartment, or far more often, Olivia’s. 

What ever they’re feeling, whatever is going on between them gets paused when they leave those safe spaces. At work they’re nothing more than amenable, almost colleagues. So when Carmen shows up at the precinct, Olivia knows that something is wrong. And she suspects that it’s Peter at first, that maybe Carmen’s so concerned about him that she couldn’t wait until tonight when they’d crawl into warm flannel sheets and nestle into each other. 

But the look on Carmen’s face says something else entirely, and Olivia doesn’t know what to expect, because its something that she’s never seen before, not here, not at the DA’s office, not the closed safe haven of their relationship. 

Carmen steps into Olivia’s office and she closes the door, and trembling hands close the blinds before she turns to Olivia, and she’s shaking, whole body quivering. 

“Carmen?” Olivia questions softly, because this is new territory, this is new and unexpected and not in a good sort of way. Olivia pulls off her glasses, and stands up from her desk, moving around it to get close to her, still a professional distance between them. “What’s wrong?”

Carmen looks up, and her eyes are wet with tears she hasn’t let fall yet, and her voice is soft, meek, so unlike the self-assured, confident woman she usually is. “I need you.” 

Starisi

-Sonny has been in dance since he was three and figure skating all his life. He’s gotten picked on it, being told it’s a sport for women and gay men, but he tried to ignore the people that said that to him.

- Sonny started to compete in middle school but it didn’t get serious until high school. He would compete locally before he started to travel around the state of New York.

- Peter was completely afraid to say he was into figure skating. His parents used to take him and his sister ice skating all the time in the winter and that’s when he developed the interest in figure skating.

- After his parents had a nasty divorce, Peter and Pam went to live with their mother and she actually supported Peter when he asked if he could do figure skating.

- Peter and Sonny met at practice one day and started talking. They became friends instantly which soo progressed to lovers.

Carlivia

-Carmen was a fan of figure skating, but she never did it. She knew how to ice skating and loved it but never got into figure skating. It wasn’t until her college days she thought about it figure skating when her girlfriend, Olivia, told her about it.

- Olivia used skating as an escape. An alcoholic mom that was always drunk, passed out on the couch or hitting her. It started as a way to get out of the house and a way to just calm down if she was in a mood.

- Olivia and Carmen met at a party where Carmen has a little too much to drink. Olivia didn’t drink too much since it reminded her of her mother. Olivia became her buddy that night: making sure she was okay when she ran to the bathroom, walking her back to her dorm room and making sure she had some water and Advil waiting for her in the morning.

- Olivia was nice enough to leave her number so Carmen could text her in the morning to make sure she was okay… thus, starting the friendship and relationship that followed.

Yes! We! Do! I’m talkin

Having breakfast dates at the cute cafe on the corner by Liv’s apartment

Taking Noah to the park together and making each other laugh as they walk around

Cuddling on the couch while some romcom plays in the background and kissing

Smearing frosting on each other’s mouths when they’re baking so they have an excuse to kiss

Getting dressed up for a proper date night and holding hands under the table

Stealing kisses whenever they have to stop by each others’ work

Taking romantic baths together with lots of bubbles and warm tea

just self-indulgent fluff (who am I, @carisi-dreams ashjfdkjkj) // it’s not the best bc I rarely write Olivia and have never written Carmen but bear with me

It’s late when someone knocks on Olivia’s door, so late in fact that she’s already in sweatpants and a hoodie on the couch with a glass of wine and Noah long in bed and asleep. She knows who it is but still checks the peephole first just in case. Living in New York has taught her that lesson too well. As soon as confirms who it is, she opens the door to let Carmen inside. The light snow drifting onto the streets has made a home in Carmen’s hair and on the shoulders of her coat, but it’s quickly melting away in the comfortable heat of the apartment just as the stress of their work days do.

“Stone keep you late?” Olivia asks, helping Carmen out of her scarf and coat.

“No, I had paperwork. He’d be annoyed if he found out I was in the office until eleven.”

Both of them laugh a little as Carmen kicks off her heels by the door and Olivia goes to pour her a glass of wine from the bottle sitting open on the kitchen counter. Had Carmen come by earlier, they could have had dinner. Noah adores her almost as much as his mother does.