Law & Order:SVU Imagines

Another Late Night(Barba)

Rafael working late was never any surprise. From the beginning you knew that his time was limited, and he was constantly stressed and busy. You have been nothing but understanding of his job and try your hardest to be supportive. It's 9 o'clock now, and your shift just ended. You have one missed text from Raf a few hours ago, saying that he's probably going to be late again tonight, saying he should be ready around nine. You feel bad for him, knowing he must be stressed. You don't understand how he can deal with it, you would go crazy in his position. It makes you admire him even more. You head over to the office. It's a short taxi drive, and you are in the elevator soon enough. As you enter the room, you see it's half empty. You say hello to Carisi, and Liv when you pass by her going over some evidence. "Here for Barba?" She asks. You nod. She smiles softly. "Been in there all day, thank God this trial is almost over." "Good luck." You tell her, walking toward his office. Carmen is packing up for the night and you smile at her, then knock lightly on his door. You slowly enter, making sure not to disturb him much. He looks up from his paperwork and smiles. "Amor, how are you?" He asks, pushing out of his desk chair and placing a kiss on your cheek. "Fine, figured I'd come get you." You smile. "Gracias." He heads back to his desk, glancing at his computer and beginning to pack up. "I'm actually just finishing." He says, smiling at you. "Are you sure? I can wait." You respond. You can see how tired he is as he shakes his head. "No, let's go, this can wait til tomorrow." He grabs his coat and briefcase and opens the door for you. You smile, excited for a night with him.
When you reach home, he quickly settles. You go to the kitchen to get him some aspirin for his headache you were sure he had, and meet him on the couch. He comes back changed into black sweats and a comfy shirt, sitting down and pulling you against his body. You sigh in contentment, realizing how much you missed the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. "How was your day?" He asks, running his fingers through your hair, and reaching over to switch off the lamp. "Not that bad, had a lot of deliveries to make. How's the case going?" He begins telling you all about it as you lay in the dim light, holding each other close. You wish it could always be like this. He slowly begins to drift off to sleep, and you watch him in adoration, loving how peaceful he looks. You curl into him and begin to fall asleep yourself.