Peter and Olivia should have gotten a chance...damn writers! So this was supposed to be just a one shot but I've forgotten my ending and it's not coming back so, I'll present this in an Anytime, Anyplace… sort of way. Dick Wolf owns. Enjoy.

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Mourning

The first time it happened she knew that she shouldn't have.

She was there to comfort him after Pamela's death. But pretty soon he broke down and ended up in her arms and before long he sought her kiss. She knew that she shouldn't have. Maybe she did it out of pity, out of wanting to alleviate his pain if only for the time being, so she gave it to him. When he leaned in and she didn't stop him. And through his tears, he kissed her. Gently at first, as if she were a delicate glass, then hungrily and deeper still until it was all consuming.

They soon found themselves naked on his office floor, him making love to her with such passion, she thought for sure that she'd explode! By the time they were done, he had bite marks on his neck and shoulders where she'd bitten him to contain her screams of pleasure. It may have been late, but there were still people all over the DA's office and she didn't want to alert any of them to what was happening in Peter's office.

"I have to go" was what she'd said, immediately getting up and grabbing her clothes. Her mind was a mess right now, even more than it was already. She hadn't come here for this and now Peter was looking at her adoringly and she couldn't take it.

"You don't have to-" he said as he touched the silky smoothness of her arm.

"Actually…" She said as she pulled away "I do. You were…I mean that was..."

"If the bite marks are any indication…" but she just looked at him awkwardly.

"Peter, we crossed a line tonight that we shouldn't have - I crossed a line that I don't-"

"Olivia…"

"Peter… I'm sorry- about everything."

"Wait...tell me that I can at least see you again, outside of work. I need to see you again..."

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Morning light

"...leaving already?" Peter said as he woke and raised his head up on his palm. Did last night really happen? Again? He wondered happily, though it was quite obvious that he hadn't dreamt or imagined it. And judging by the scratch marks all over his torso and the fact that Olivia was in his room getting dressed, or at least attempting to, not being able to find the maroon colored top, that he'd so eagerly peeled off her last night...

"It's morning…" she grinned, her hair an utter mess from last night but God she looked sexy!

"I can see that," he said, getting up from the bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist. His glorious, naked and muscular body literally illuminating with the sun shining through his bedroom window.

She'd been wondering how she allowed this to happen again but Jesus! Seeing him as he made his way over to her, standing there in just her bra and skirt, with those very high heels she'd worn to the small event last night reminding her of exactly how she let this happen… he slowly took her in his arms. Wrapping her waist and softly began nuzzling her graceful neck. She could feel his dick beneath the sheet as it grew hard. This is how you keep getting caught up in this, Olivia!

Releasing a lust filled sigh, "...and I h-I have to go to work." She told him as she pushed his hand away from the waistband of her skirt.

"Stay…"

Thinking how she wanted so bad to feel him on top of her again, inside her with his large cock pummeling her pu… Get it together, Olivia! She thought as she felt his tongue enter her mouth and for just a minute, she gave in, but then noticed his fingers peeling her bra straps away from her shoulders, she quickly forced herself to pull away. This was just sex! And no matter how good it felt, she had to remember that and more importantly, she had to leave.

"I'm gonna be late." She was beyond relieved when she spotted her blouse down the hall, crumpled on the floor and she quickly went to retrieve it. But Peter, he stood there by the full length mirror, looking after her with a feeling of sadness. Once again, he had to let her go.

More to come; maybe.