Law & Order:SVU Imagines

Taking Care Of Him(Barba)

*Quick mention of nudity, however no sexual content included*

The honeymoon stage had ended a while ago, having been in a relationship with Rafael for a little longer than two years now. You're still very much in love, just not like it was when you first dated. He works long nights, especially lately, and you're job has been requiring more of your time, as well. You have been living together for a few months now, seeing as you both had limited time, so would rather come home to each other every night. You don't know how much he loves coming home to see you after a long and stressful day. Even after all this time together, he loves to just see your face and know that he has you no matter what. Today was one of those days. He had been at work since six in the morning, not getting to say goodbye this morning, letting you sleep in til you had to go to work yourself. He is just now heading home, sat in the back of the taxi, at ten at night. He is exhausted, eyes barely able to stay open, a pounding headache, and he's starving. He had a very long day at court and working on paperwork for the case. He texted you about twenty minutes ago that he would be home soon, and all he wants to do is lay in bed with you. His body is aching and he is excited to take off the tie and suspenders. He finally arrives outside of your shared apartment, sighing in contentment as he trudges up the stairs. As soon as he opens the door, he can smell something delicious. He hopes that he doesn't need to make himself something to eat, because he is just too tired. He steps into the kitchen, seeing you standing there, in one of his shirts and no pants, placing his favorite meal onto a plate. You turn around and smile at him. His heart flutters a little at how beautiful you look, and that you're cooking for him at ten at night. "Welcome home, handsome." You walk over to him, kissing his cheek and taking his jacket from him, placing it on the coat-rack. He takes off his shoes, relieved at his sore feet finally being free. "Hermosa, you didn't have to." He says, feeling bad that you are worrying about him instead of yourself. You shrug your shoulders. "I got home like two hours ago, you need it. I know you're tired." You motion to the couch. "Go, sit" He does as you tell him and you bring him over his plate and a glass of water with Advil. You unbutton his shirt and unclip his suspenders, placing them beside his briefcase. Then you stand behind him and begin rubbing his shoulders. "Ugh, Y/N, you're amazing. Thank you." He says after taking a bite, relaxing into your hands. You smile, only wanting him to be happy. "You're welcome babe." You respond, kissing the top of his head and continuing to massage his tense shoulders. After a few minutes, he finishes the food and pulls you into his lap, running his fingers through your hair and resting his head on your shoulder. "I'm so tired but I want to spend time with you." He mumbles tiredly against your skin. "Let's shower then go lay down." You suggest. He nods tiredly and you grab his stuff before he can, meeting him in the bedroom. You strip and run the water, getting it to a nice temperature. He meets you and steps into the shower, wrapping his hands around your waist, hugging you. You feel sad for him, he can barely stay awake, his job requires so much of his energy. You pour a little shampoo into your hand and begin lathering it through his hair, avoiding getting your own hair wet. He watches you adoringly, running his fingertips down your curves. It's not a sexual thing tonight, it's all love. You rinse the shampoo out and get a loofa full of body wash, beginning to wash both of your bodies. Your hands run down his wet chest, down his stomach, washing all of his body. He relaxes at your touch, feeling the most content he ever has. You let him wash your body as well, before rinsing off and stepping out, quickly wrapping yourselves in towels to escape the cold air. You throw on a fresh pair of panties and one of Rafael's shirts, and he changes into black sweats and a tank top, and you rush to bed. You get comfortable and open your arms out, inviting him to lay on your chest. He does and you cover him up, snuggling close to get warm again. His head rests on your chest, you run your fingers through his hair. He listens to your heartbeat, arm securely around your waist, slowly drifting asleep. Before he does, you hear him whisper, "I love you, Y/N." quietly before he dozes off...