So, Barson is not my OTP, however let's be honest both of those involved in said ship are insanely sexy, and you put two sexy people together and it's just sexy. I wrote this because it occurred to me, there aren't any smutty Barson fics. So, here's a nice little one shot (unless you all want more so badly that I decide to continue)...

The case was over, they won. Olivia walked over to Barba. "Fancy a drink, counselor?"

He smiled. "After this case? Absolutely."

She smiled. "How about we head back to my apartment, get some take out, drink as much wine as we want?"

"Liv—"

"Barba, come on. We're friends. You aren't allowed to hang out with your friends? Casey and Alex always came over to my apartment. I've had the squad over. You're allowed to come over and hang out."

He let out a breath. "Alright, what's the harm, right?"

"Get your stuff, I'll drive."

They walked out to her car and she drove them to her apartment, leading him in. She walked over to the drawer where she kept her take out menus. "Take your pick. I only keep the menus from the good places, so they're all good."

"Do you have any real food in the house?" He teased.

"Listen to you, sassy. I have pickles… maybe some peanut butter."

"So you eat for a pregnant woman. What are you and Amaro doing in your free time?"

She smacked his chest. "Ass." She pulled down a bottle of wine from the corner cabinet. "Red alright?"

"Red's perfect."

They decided on what they wanted and ordered and sat on the couch with their wine. "So, Barba, what made you decide to become a lawyer?" she asked before taking a sip of her wine, resting her elbow on the back of the couch, her head on her hand.

"Specifically? I've been told I can argue a point, even if it's wrong, until it's dead."

"So you've always been known for your sass?"

"Ah, yes, but where I'm from it's known as a smart mouth."

She chuckled. "And the non-specific explanation?"

"Three Musketeers of Gerome Avenue, my two buddies Alex, Eddie, and I. Eddie had the muscle, Alex had the heart, and I had the mouth."

"Some things never change, huh?"

"Alex, Eddie and Rafi," he smiled, looking at her. For the first time, he realized just how beautiful she was.

"Rafi? It fits." She smiled, looking into his eyes, seeing the gold specks. She was drawn to him. She took another sip of her wine, closing her eyes.

"You alright, Liv?"

She looked back into his eyes. "Mhm."

There was a knock at the door and Olivia got up, getting the food, paying the delivery guy and bringing the food back into the living room. They ate and between the two of them went through a bottle of wine, and then some.

Barba looked at her again. "When was the last time someone told you how beautiful you are?" he asked.

She smiled and looked into his eyes. "Probably the last time someone how sexy you are," she smirked and whispered, "Rafi." She rested her hand on his shoulder.

Their eyes were locked. He leaned in closer and touched his lips to hers. He felt her stiffen slightly and he pulled away. "Liv, I'm sorry."

She gently caressed his cheek. "I just wasn't expecting it. But, you should definitely do it again," she whispered, feeling his lips back on hers. This time she kissed him back, resting her hand on the back of his head, gently scratching the nape of his neck. She let out a gentle moan, her tongue tracing his lips.

He opened his mouth to her tongue and pulled her closer, nearly pulling her on top of him. He broke the kiss and started to kiss her neck. He heard her breathless moan and he let out a groan. "God, you're so sexy," he whispered before going back to kissing her neck, working on a hickey.

"Shit, Rafi," she moaned, maneuvering herself so she was straddling him, gripping the back of the couch. She pulled his lips back to hers, feeling his hands sliding up her back.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "You're sure about this?"

"You can tell you work sex crimes," she teased. "Yes, I want this, I want you. I've had a bit to drink, as we both have, but I'm not drunk. This isn't going to be something I regret in the morning," she whispered.

He gripped her ass. "Then what are we waiting for?"

She gasped and moaned. She started grinding her hips into his. She got her mouth close to his ear. "Fuck me, Rafi."

He ran his hands up the front of her body, gently squeezing her breasts. "¿Estás listo para mí?"

She gasped and arched her back. "Sí," she whispered and let out a moan. She felt his hands under her shirt and she seethed, his skin feeling amazing against hers.

He smirked and pulled her shirt off over her head, looking over her body. "My God, Liv. You're so sexy."

She smiled and pulled him to her by his tie. She loosened it and slipped it over his head, putting it on her own body with a smirk. "Now, let's get you out of this suit," she purred, kissing his neck, gently biting on his skin. She unbuttoned his vest, and then his shirt. She groaned and ran her hands over his chest. "Aye, mierda."

He stood up, her hand grabbing his and leading them into the bedroom. She kicked the door shut and wrapped her arms around him, looking into his eyes. He felt her hands push his shirt off his body and he smiled. He unbuckled her belt, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants and pushed them over her hips. He looked over her body, seeing her clad only in her caramel colored lace bra and panties, the color of the lace perfectly complimenting her skin. "Do you always match your lingerie, Detective?" he asked in a whisper, taking her earlobe between his teeth.

She let out a breathy moan. "Rafi," she whispered.

"Or is it something you do to aid in the art of seduction?"

Her hands started working on his belt and pants, pushing them over his hips as soon as they were undone, his boxer briefs tight around his bulging erection. She felt him pull her close against his body, and she groaned, grinding her hips into his. She smirked, biting her bottom lip, looking into his eyes. "Tan grande, tan fuerte."

He growled in her ear, slipping his fingers into her panties, running his fingers over her wet folds. "Así mojada."

She felt his hand slide up her back, unhooking her bra letting it slide off her body. He pushed her up against the wall and pushed his fingers inside of her, thrusting them in and out of her, pulling her breast into his mouth. She gasped and gripped onto his back, holding onto him as if he was her source of life.

But in that moment, he was.

Her back arched, her head fell against the wall with a thud, and her hips started grinding into his hand. "Ooh, Rafi, that feels so good," she moaned. He was manipulating her body to the heights of ecstasy like it had never been before.

He curled his fingers inside of her, twisting them, knowing he was hitting all the right spots by the moans escaping from her lips. "You like that, don't you?"

"Oh, God, yes!" She gripped the back of his head, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, their bodies pressing together. She ran one of her hands down his body and into his boxers. She took him in her hand and she moaned into the kiss, stroking him. She felt his hips rocking into her hand, hearing him moan. She smirked and bit on his bottom lip, pulling away and looking deep into his eyes. "No me jodas duro," she whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe.

He gripped her hips and threw him onto her bed. She groaned and looked at him, a naughty smirk on her face. He pushed his boxers over his hips and he heard her gasp. He crawled on top of her and pulled her panties over her legs, tossing them to the side. He kissed every inch of skin he could see, stopping momentarily to suck on her clit. He saw her back arch off the bed, felt her hand in his hair, and heard a few choice expletives fly from her pouty, glossed lips. He smirked and rubbed her clit with two fingers. "You have a condom?"

"I'm on the pill, Rafi, it's fine, please just get inside of me!" She groaned and felt him press inside her. His length was impressive, her face twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure. Once her muscles relaxed around him enough where most of the pain subsided she groaned. "Fuck, move!" She demanded.

Barba smirked and started thrusting his hips into hers. "Aah, shit Liv."

"Harder, fuck me harder, faster. Shit!" She arched her back, gripping onto the bed sheets. Her hips moving up into his, meeting him thrust for thrust. She whimpered in pleasure as he started moving harder and faster inside of her. "Oh, God, Rafi," she said in a long, drawn out moan.

She flipped them over and pinned his arms to the bed as she started to ride him, grinding her hips into his, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone. He gripped her hands, thrusting his hips up into hers. "Su coño es tan fuerte."

She smirked. "Mm, you like it, Rafi?" she asked as she continued to ride him, letting his hands go, sitting upright and moving her hips over his dick.

His hands gripped her hips, trying to control them as her movements turned spastic as her orgasm took over her body. Her body stilled, her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her orgasm reached her peak. She felt him release inside of her and she groaned. They both rode out their orgasms and she fell forward, her body draping over his. "Holy shit," she whispered; a smile on her face as she chuckled slightly.

"God, Liv, you're incredible," he whispered as he rubbed her back.

"Mm," she rolled off of him, cuddling up next to his body. "So are you, Rafi." She looked into his eyes. "I just want you to know, this isn't something I'm going to regret, ever. Rafi, we're friends. This is what we needed tonight."

He looked at her. "Are you still drunk?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "No, no I'm sober as a judge."

"We better hope no one finds out about this."

"Rafi, no one has to know. Besides, what we did isn't wrong. We're two friends, two people who trust each other… scratching an itch." She shrugged.

"If this comes out we could both lose our careers."

"So what, we disclose a one night stand?"

He looked at her. "We just have to be careful, we can't let this change anything."

She smiled gently. "It won't." She placed a quick peck on his lips and cuddled up next to him.

The next morning, they woke up early so Barba could go back to his own apartment and change before work. Even though they were intimate the night before, it was as if nothing had changed, though Olivia did quite enjoy the fact that she could still feel him inside of her, sending her over the edge of pleasure as they moved. They were two friends who trusted each other implicitly, it was a one night thing.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Olivia knocked on Barba's office door. He opened the door and saw her, he smiled. "Olivia," he realized she looked tired, nervous. "What's wrong?"

She took a deep breath and stepped into his office, closing the door behind her. "Ah, Rafi, we have to have a talk."

He knew that because she used his nickname, not his last name, it was personal, not professional. "Liv, is this the best place to do it?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Considering I've been sitting on this decision for two weeks, whether to tell you or not, yeah it is. It can't wait."

He took a deep breath and pointed to a chair. "Sit, what's up?"

She sat down and bit her bottom lip, looking at her hands. "I'm pregnant. Three months along." Her eyes lifted to meet his. He looked at her for a long moment. "Damn it, Rafi, say something."

"What do you want me to say, Olivia? Where do we go from here?"

"Look, I'm not asking for money or for a relationship other than our friendship, okay. I just… I figured you had a right to know that you're going to be a father. If you don't want this baby, if you don't want to help me raise him or her that's fine, but you deserve to know."

"You're going to keep the baby?" He saw her look at him like he had grown an extra head. "Stupid question."

She took a picture from her purse and handed it to him. "I went to the doctor, they did a sonogram. It doesn't look like anything more than a blob right now, but it's our blob."

He looked over at her. "I say we tell the DA and Cragen, disclose our one night stand, just in case."

She nodded. "What does that mean, you…"

"I will help take care of this baby, our baby, however I can," he said softly, coming to sit next to her, resting his hand on her stomach.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him giving him a hug. "Thank you, Rafi." She kissed his cheek and smiled. "You tell the DA and I'll tell Cragen?"

He nodded. "Sounds like a plan. And then we're going out and stocking your fridge with more than pickles, peanut butter, and left over take out."

"You're going to be one of those dad's aren't you?" she asked with a roll of her eyes, teasing him.

"Absolutely."

A/N: So, what do you think? IF this is continued, I will have Olivia & Barba stay friends, they won't be romantically involved, but they would be co-parenting their child. Please review here or on Twitter UnbrokenBarista