Title: DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS

Title Note: The title of this piece was inspired by the title of a book and movie of the same name. However, my story (plot, characters, etc.) is completely unrelated to either the book or movie; I just liked the title.

Principal Characters: Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson

Intro: I've previously written fanfic for CSI: Miami and Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, but this is my first Law & Order: SVU fic. This story is based on the L&O: SVU episode "Strain" (7x05), in which Olivia posed as a hooker during a surveillance operation. Elliot did not appear in that episode, but I've always wondered what his reaction might have been if he'd seen Olivia in the sexy blue dress she wore as her disguise. This story is how I would've liked things to unfold between El and Liv.

Author's Note: By this point in the series, Elliot had already split from Kathy, and in my fanfic universe, they never got back together. This story will probably be about 3-4 chapters long.

Rating/Warning: This fic is rated hard M, as it contains explicit adult language and sexual situations. If you are under-age in your country of residence or you don't like smut, please stop reading here.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from "Law & Order: SVU" or any plot/dialogue from episodic scripts that I've incorporated into my story. The rights to those characters, the scripts and to the show belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. This story was written purely for entertainment purposes & writing practice, and not for any profit.

CHAPTER 1

The Manhattan SVU team trudged back into the 1-6 bullpen, having successfully concluded their surveillance operation and busted Henry Finello, the perp who'd been robbing and assaulting patrons of Euphoria, a popular gay nightclub. The group presented a motley crew of sorts, since they were all sporting pretty atypical garb. In order to blend into a neighborhood rife with prostitution and all other manner of vice, they'd all had to dress the part: Fin was clad in the stereotypical leather "pimp suit," the Captain looked like an average John, and Olivia was disguised as a proverbial "working girl," complete with knee-high patent leather boots and a skin-tight blue dress.

Elliot wasn't part of the investigative team on the Robin Weller murder case, since he was on loan to Brooklyn SVU for a special assignment. However, shortly before his colleagues returned to the precinct, he'd dropped by to pick up his mail and check on some pending cases.

Olivia hung back in the holding area for a minute to give instructions to the Uni who'd brought the perp in, so Fin went ahead. Elliot had just grabbed something from his locker and turned to go back to his desk when Fin walked into the squadroom.

"Hey, Stabler, what's happening, man?" Fin greeted warmly. "Didn't expect to see you around here today."

"What's up, Fin?" Elliot replied. "Just swinging by to get my mail and do some case maintenance work. I heard you guys just collared some gay-bashing punk."

"Good news travels fast! We just brought him in a minute ago. Me and Liv are about to go question him now. But first, I gotta change outta this get-up … this suit is hot as hell."

"Yeah, I was just about to say that this" - Elliot gestured at Fin's attire - "is definitely not the kind of outfit you usually wear to work," Elliot laughed.

Fin was in the process of uttering some witty retort when he realized that Elliot was no longer listening to him. Olivia had just walked into the room, still dressed in her surveillance outfit.

"Sweet mother of God," Elliot mumbled under his breath, raking his eyes over his partner. She was wearing this blue dress, or rather, band of stretchy material that clung to her like a second skin, highlighting her mouth-watering curves and exposing her mile-long legs. Capping off the outfit was a pair of knee-high "fuck-me" boots that just screamed "sex." All the air seemed to have suddenly left the room, as his breathing became labored.

"Hey, El, how's it going?" Olivia asked as she made her way to her locker to grab her regular clothes. "I thought your stint at Brooklyn SVU was supposed to go til next Friday; did you guys close the case early?"

She was initially oblivious to the state she'd put her partner in. But when she received no reply to her question, she looked over at him and noticed his flushed skin and eyes as wide as saucers.

"You OK, El?" she queried with a smirk. She figured that the trance he was in might have had just a little something to do with her revealing outfit.

Realizing that he'd been caught gawking like a pubescent boy with his first Playboy, Elliot shook himself out of his lust-induced stupor and tried to come up with a coherent response.

"Uh, yes … I mean, no," he fumbled, prompting a chuckle from Fin, who'd been standing by observing and enjoying this little interlude tremendously. "I'm still at Brooklyn SVU for another week." Elliot's pants were getting uncomfortably tight, so he subtly moved behind his desk and sat down before anyone else noticed the tent he was pitching.

"Well, okay then. We still on for pizza, beer and bad movies next week?" Unless one of them had a date (which hadn't happened in a while), the twosome had a tradition of hanging out together on their mutual nights off.

"Uhm, yeah … of course," Elliot forced out over his suddenly leaden tongue. "How about next Wednesday?" He wondered how he'd ever be able to face her again without remembering her in that heart-stopping blue dress, and embarrassing himself again.

"Sounds good," she agreed. "Well, I'm gonna go change out of this and into something more comfortable. See you soon, El." With that, she turned on her 6-inch boot heels and left the room.

Elliot's eyes were glued to her pert ass until she stepped out of view. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he could've sworn that Olivia had an extra little sway in her step, hopefully for his benefit.

Fin let out a low whistle at her retreating form.

"Fin, if you know what's good for you, right now you're gonna tell me that I did not just hear what I thought I heard," Elliot warned.

"Hey man, I'm crazy about my girlfriend, but I ain't blind," quipped the ponytailed detective. "Liv is wearing the hell outta that dress." It was just too much fun to needle Elliot's notorious jealous streak where is partner was concerned.

Seeing the storm clouds brewing in his colleague's blue eyes, Fin backtracked. "Alright, alright," he conceded, throwing his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Forget I said anything."

"Damn straight," Elliot snapped.

Fin couldn't resist a final parting parting shot. "Someone might need to call a cleaning crew to wipe up the drool you left on the floor when your tongue was hanging out of your mouth." He laughed at his own joke as he turned and headed to the locker room.

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