#flustering

Finding Calhoun had been the easy part. Captain had had an old friend, one Alex Cabot, who had also given up the law for the life of cowgirl vigilantism. Through Benson’s connections, she had reached out to Alex and the blonde cowgirl had aided you in your search for Ms. Calhoun.

You had found the brunette in an old, small town in the middle of the Deep South in nowhere-land. You had walked into the town bar when minutes later, the woman herself had came up behind you.

“Mhmmmm… You came to try an’ convince myself to return back.” Rita hummed with a nod.

A shiver ran down your spine as she took a seat next to you at the bar. You had never met the woman before, only having heard of her glory days from one of Olivia’s friends, Rafael. But now that she sat next to you, you couldn’t help but check her out. Your eyes roamed up and down, checking out all the denim and leather that the cowgirl was set in. Your cheeks warmed and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth slowly spreading throughout your entire body.

You came back to reality as Rita chuckled at your speechlessness and took her beer from the bartender, taking a nice long sip. You quickly looked away, realizing that she had placed a beer in front of you too.

“How did you know I’m SVU?” You asked.

Rita’s visage broke out in a satisfied smile as she slowly sipped her beer. You struggled to not ogle her neck as she craned it back slightly to take another sip of her beverage. She let her eyes roam back to your form, it made you feel like she was undressing you in front of everyone.

“I didn’… you jus’ confirmed it for me.” Rita chuckled, quite proud of yourself.

Your face reddened and you quickly grabbed your beverage and took a long sip, attempting to hide your blush behind the alcohol. Fuck. Well there was no denying it now…

“Guess I’m busted…” you breathed out with a small guilty smile.

“Mmm, you’re not too bad, honey…” Rita purred, giving you another side eye.

Now that made you go red in the face and nearly choke on your own breath. Rita watched you in amusement.

“I suppose we’ve never been formally introduced… Rita Calhoun.” Rita nodded towards you, saving you from the embarrassment and changing the subject.

You meekly replied with your own name and told her about how you had joined SVU soon after she had left New York. Rita listened as you retold all the events that had gone down since her departure, and you saw her visibly soften at hearing that Olivia and Rafael had made up.

“So there’s no way you’ll come back? We really need you…” you begged, leaning into the woman’s space a little too much.

Rita swiveled her body to face you fully and her gaze raked up and down your body once more.

“I could possibly be convinced…” She drawled.

“Convinced?” You innocently asked, your ears quirking up.

“That is why Benson sent you ain’t it…?” Rita purred, sizing you up and shimmying up right next to you, making you only inches away from burning denim and leather.

You gulped and attempted to look away, but the cowgirl’s fingers swiftly gripped your chin and kept your gaze on hers. She wore her signature smirk as her eyes dazzled with intention.

“H-how…?” You stammered in a hushed whisper, caught in the trance of the other woman.

Rita chuckled and leaned into your personal space, letting her lips graze the shell of your ear. You involuntarily shivered as a result, your body revolting and humming in anticipation in spite of your logical objections.

“The cowgirl hat rule…” the older woman purred in your ear, biting your earlobe after her hushed admission, “Tell me to stop, honey…”

Your breathing was shallow at the point and your skin was riddled with goosebumps. You squirmed in your seat as the woman nibbled at your ear, eagerly awaiting any sign from you that she ought not to stop.

“What—what’s the cowboy hat rule…?”You squeaked in a whisper, your face going red at the fact that you were in a very public place as the brunette was teasing you.

If you could have seen Rita’s shit eating grin, you would have realized that she knew that had caught you, hook, line, and sinker… She licked a strip of your bare neck before replying.

“You wear the hat. And ride the cowgirl…” Rita purred, before biting down on the strain of your neck.

“Ohh…!” You whimpered lewdly, your eyes screwing themselves shut tight as pleasure coursed through your body from that bite.

Rita then licked and gently sucked the place where your skin was red with bite marks. She hummed in satisfaction as you craned your neck back even further and practically handed yourself to her in the middle of the bar. Suddenly, the cowgirl pulled back. Your eyes shot wide open and your face turned a deep red as you came back to reality.

“Is that a yes, honey…?” Rita drawled with lustful eyes and her shit eating grin.

“Y-yes…!” You whined, attempting to lean into the woman as you spoke but being curtly denied.

Rita shook her head and stood up. She leaned in once more to say one last thing before her hips swayed away.

“Alrighty, but not here. Follow me, Darlin’…” she cooed lustfully in your ear.

She payed for both of your tabs before guiding you out to the bar. Your heart was hammering and you were completely mesmerized by the cowgirl. No one in New York could have prepared you for how utterly irresistible Ms. Rita Calhoun was…

Fin.

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