#repressedfeelings

"It's been a full week, are you telling me we're still no closer to finding out who's trying to off me? It shouldn't be that hard. I could name a few that are probably plotting my demise as we speak. "

Olivia was used to his little outburst, but this one was different. "Calm down Barba, we're working on it. We don't have very much to go on. The one guy who can give us anything is sitting in jail comfortably. I think he's just stalling until the trail. " Barba took a seat, letting out a long breath. Olivia tilted her head at the way he was rubbing his face in slight frustration. "But something tells me this has nothing to do with the case, wanna talk about it. " She was always good at reading his moods.

"Liv." The vulnerable way he said her name made her worried.

She moved to his side, taking both of his hands. "What's the matter, did you get another threat?" He shook his head. "It's (Y/N)." Now she was confused. As far as she knew, you and Barba were getting along really well. Especially considering your introduction was so shaky.

"What's the matter, I thought you both were finally becoming friends."

"That's the problem." she released his hands, and stayed there quietly, waiting for him to clarify what the actual problem was. 

"Liv I...I can't stop thinking about her. It's driving me crazy."

"Oh...Oh!" The way Olivia lit up made him groan. Why did she have to look excited.

"Well I'll be damned. ADA Barba has a crush."

"It's not a crush!" he groused.

"I'm a district attorney for goodness sake. I don't have time for this. Especially under these circumstances. "

"I don't really see the problem. We'll wrap up this case, and once she's no longer working for you, just ask her out." Barba stared at Olivia like she'd grown an extra head. 

"You can't be serious."

"I'm completely serious. If I'd known this would have happened I would have introduced you both sooner. To think I could end up being a maid of honor at the wedding." The joke made his cheeks tint red. "Don't go getting any ideas. As far as I know it's strictly one sided. Besides she's dedicated to this job, I'm sure a relationship is the last thing on her mind. "

"I know. You guys make a perfect match. Both overachievers and workaholics.”

"Liv." this time it was a warning, and she just let out a quiet laugh. "Fine, I won't meddle. But when this is done if you don't make a move I will. " the look on her face assured him it wasn't a baseless taunt. She was being serious. 

"Liv don't you dare-"

"Have a nice day Counselor. " She was out the door before he could get in another word, and Carmen walked in. She didn't even need to be told anything, she just handed him a bottle of ibuprofen. "Thank you Carmen." she smiled politely, exiting. Most of Olivia's visits left him with headaches. This was somewhat of a ritual now.

**** "How is the food? I know it's not as fancy as what you're accustomed to, but it should keep you for the time being. " Barba had already been digging into the take out noodles you ordered. Chinese was your favorite, apparently it was his too. "It'll do." he muttered with a little grin. You reached for the box of fried shrimp the same time he did, and your fingers brushed. 

You pulled back mumbling an apology. Why did these kinds of situations keep happening? For some reason you were having an awful lot of physical contact with him.

The unplanned increase of your heart when you accidentally bumped into each other in the morning. The fleeting touches when your hands brushed walking through the streets of New York. It was getting ridiculous. Then there was that one time you saw him shirtless coming out of the shower. 

Boy did that send you spiraling. That night your dreams of him were a little less than virtuous. You knew he hadn't intended for it to happen. He was still adjusting to having another person in his house. Everything he did was starting to get to you. The way he played with his tie when he was sifting through documents. The playful biting of his lip when he gave a smart ass comment. Even those damn suspenders. Geez. When were you going to catch a break?

"Everything okay?" he looked up from his meal. "Yeah everything's fine." you just kept looking down at your noodles. Suddenly you didn't have much of an appetite. 

"If you're bothered by how long this is taking don't be. In a week you'll be free. Won't have to worry about escorting me around. And I'll finally have my couch back." you giggle at that, and his eyes shone a little at the sound. "I just might take the couch, it's really growing on me you know. I think it's the least you can do."

"I'm sure I can do better than a piece of furniture."

"Really? I can't see how."

"How about dinner. "

You were quiet for a moment. Was he honestly asking you out? Here you thought your attraction was one sided.

"Barba.."

"I apologize, I guess that was a bit inappropriate. " 

You could tell he was probably about to take back his words. You supposed now was as good a time as ever.

"Dinner sounds great Rafael." his eyes darted up. Both at your agreement and the use of his first name.

"Seriously?"

You laugh at his disbelief. "I feel like if it were anyone else, I probably would have said no. But you aren't like anyone I've ever met Barba." He was sitting right next to you on the couch, and you took the opportunity to lean closer, hand resting on the side rest next to his thigh. 

"I've always been good at keeping my personal life separated from work. It's why I'm so efficient at my job, but lately being professional has been increasingly difficult, and you're to blame." 

It was at this point Barba realized that there were far more important things in the world than noodles. He placed down the box cautiously, eyes never leaving you.

In a matter of seconds you pounced on him. He barely had time to adjust before you were straddling him, pushing him into the couch. He groaned at the urgency you let off, sinking your hands into his dark locks. He lost count of how many times he'd imagined this scene in his head. Your lips were ten times better than any of his lucid dreams. 

You were so strong and demanding, you took what you wanted. He supposed that's what was most attractive. You weren't afraid to make the first move. His hands gripped at your waist, forcing you down into his lap, and you complied willingly, hands running over his body. Those damn suits, you could never get enough of them. No matter what he wore it always looked good on him. Color or pattern, he wore it so well. How could mere formal attire drive you completely mad.

"Rafael.." you panted out when you finally pulled back to get a breath. He was breathing just as unevenly as you were, eyes opening to meet your clouded gaze. You were a little disappointed in your lack of control, but it was sort of his fault for baiting you with his looks and words. He must have known how much you wanted him. This was so crazy. The enemies to lovers tale always sounded so cliche.

So how did you manage to get suckered into it.

"As your boss I demand that you kiss me again." 

He was smirking, and you just wanted to wipe that look right off his face. You pushed him back this time, and he looked a bit surprised when his back met the cushions, and you pinned his hands above his head. 

"I think you're confused on who has the power here." you grind your hips into him and he's a mess. He fights back the moan that's about to break free. Oh, you were going to enjoy this. "Don't move." you instructed. He couldn't do much but submit. Damn, where had you been all his life?

"I'm beginning to understand...why you're so good at your job." he huffed out. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his neck, sliding one of your hands down, you loosened the tie around his neck, pulling his collar open to get better access. When the tie was completely undone, you tossed it over the couch. One of your hands still kept his wrist bound, and Barba was stunned how much he was enjoying being dominated by you. You were leaving kisses all over his skin.

"You taste good..." Your words made him quiver in pleasure. 

"Y-You're really enjoying yourself...aren't you.."

You grinned against his flesh.

"Immensely."

When you finally came up to face him, he swallowed. That look in your eyes did wonders to his body. "Who's the boss now." you taunted. Barba licked his lips, desperate to feel your lips again. His eyes shifted to your eyes. 

"You are." It's all he could get himself to say.

"That's right." you leaned down, claiming his lips.

Your tongue invaded his mouth, and he welcomed it, determined to taste you. Your hand tightened on his wrist when he bucked into you. You moaned this time, and something in Barba snapped. He rose up, taking you with him. You squealed at the sudden action, and his hands kept a hold on your thighs, lifting you off the ground. The darken of his green eyes had you breathless. He didn't say much, just headed in the direction of his room.

Now that it's come to this you realize that you really have no control over all that you feel for him.