Wicked Games

A/N: I recommend you listen to Wicked Games by The Weeknd, it really gives the feeling of this one shot. If dark fics aren't your cup of tea, steer clear, sorry! Takes place during Season 8 post-Burned.

The image in the mirror stares back at Olivia. She doesn't recognize who she has become over the past months. The year has been rough for both her and Elliot. Tonight she hopes to change all of that.

Their ruse has cracked and leaks, seeping through the facade they keep running together. Between work and failed dates and just living her life, he has consumed her. She felt it slowly at first. He'd put a hand on her shoulder, crowd her space while she was typing on the computer. Now they try to not put a hand on one another, afraid if something begins it will never stop.

Alone, she is honest with herself and what she is. She is the temptation in his life. Together they toe the line of infidelity and she isn't sure she ever wants to stop. Now that Elliot and Kathy have separated, she isn't sure that there is a line anymore.

Her hair is curled and falls in perfect waves around her face. The makeup on her eyes accentuates her dark eyes as she peers up at her reflection beneath her heavy bangs. She closes her trench coat and ties the belt around her waist. One more flick of mascara and she's out the door, on her way to change their partnership forever.


Outside his apartment door, she looks up at the ceiling. She pulls her lips between her teeth and blinks.

Just tonight. One night.

After the way he looked at her earlier, she knew it had to be tonight. He had been dancing with her emotions too closely. In the early afternoon, Olivia had glanced up from her computer and found him staring at her, a heat in his eyes she hadn't seen before. At that moment she had bitten down hard on her lip, steadily meeting his gaze. He shifted in his seat and narrowed his eyes. She had been about to say something when her phone rung, ripping her attention away from her partners' watchful gaze.

It had been building for years. She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted this. She needed this. She needed him. Tonight she would stake her claim on Elliot and she's not sure when she's ever felt this brave.

She blinks again and looks back down to the door. Her knock is loud. Maybe too loud.

Don't back down Olivia, it's too late now.

From behind the door she hears him clear his throat. There's no peephole in his apartment door, and she assumes he's faked his cough to cover the sound of him cocking his pistol in preparation of someone unwanted at the door.

"It's me," Olivia's voice is low, husky. She needs to keep her cool so he'll at least let her in the door.

The door swings open and he stands before her, no shirt, just sweat pants. His right arm is tucked behind his back and she knows his weapon is there. He nods for her to enter. She follows him and watches him take her in; mussed hair, trench coat, shiny black heels.

That same heat she saw earlier is back in his eyes.

"Liv," he starts, but halts. She bows her head and looks up at him through her eyelashes. He's half turned away to return his gun to its holster on the table when he catches her eye. Olivia smirks when he takes in a shuttering breath. She knows this feeling. The effect they have on one another has altered her forever. He's changed the way she sees the world. She knows she's made him into a different man. Maybe better, maybe worse. Tonight she'll have both sides of him.

He turns away and presses the safety on his weapon, replacing it back into it's resting place. When he's finished, he reels around to her and closes the distance between them.

"Olivia," Elliot grates. His jaw is tense. She sees him trying to hold on to his resolve. He has a million questions in his eyes and he's growing more concerned as time goes on. She has yet to speak and it's beginning to worry him. His eyes flash with what he thinks he's done wrong over the past week and he's probably fearful she's leaving him again.

If only.

"Sit down." Olivia cocks an eyebrow at him. She's here on business; she's pissed and he can sense her anger from the little distance that lies between them. The past year comes up like bile in her throat, and she feels all the emotions, the rage she's felt over the last year. Their relationship had gotten so fucking complicated and now she's here, probably about to ruin it forever or make it better than ever.

Worth a shot, she thinks. Tonight she is a risk taker. She's tired of the games and the white lies and pretending everything is okay.

He sits down on his couch. His eyes are burning with curiosity and worry. Olivia bites down hard on her lip. All her nerves are lit with adrenaline now.

Show time.

Painstakingly, Olivia fingers her trench coat and pulls the waist belt free. His eyes are blazing on hers now. She almost laughs at the way his mouth drops open as he really lets himself look at her. Tonight she's taking back the control she never should have let him have. Her coat opens and she allows it to fall off her shoulders to her feet. Elliot intakes a sharp breath.

"Liv," He manages, almost groaning.

"Yes?" Olivia purrs. Her hands find her hips and she half turns to let him see absolutely everything. Everything inside her is on fire. This is the most of herself she's ever allowed Elliot to see. Clad in just a black teddy and her heels, she straddles him on the couch. Her full breasts spill over the edge of the lace and the whole ensemble leaves little to Elliot's imagination.

"What are you-" Her hand clasps over his mouth as he tries to speak. She doesn't want to hear him speak. Tonight is about her.

Olivia leans down and presses her forehead against his, revelling in the feeling of him on her. "Shut up, Elliot." She's making this up as she goes. Her nerves are taking over and she trembles when her skin brushes his. He makes her feel safe and now she's taking the reigns and making sure he never takes advantage of her again.

"Okay…" Elliot hums. He does something she doesn't expect - he leans up to her mouth and kisses her deeply. His fingers run slowly up from her calves, to her knees, over her strong legs. His touch is featherlight and sends shivers down her spine. She feels the control slipping from her again. His palms grasp her waist and pull her down, putting her into direct contact with his hard, throbbing cock.

Olivia moans into his mouth. He takes the chance to break from her kiss and presses his mouth over her cheek down to her neck. His teeth scrape underneath her earlobe. Elliot's hand finds her breasts and cups her roughly. She aches for him now. It's a feeling that erupts deep within her belly and it stretches all over her body. But she resists - she's got a plan, and she wants to stick to it. Her eyes pop open; he's suckling on the skin at the base of her neck and if she wants to regain any control in this situation, she needs to act quickly.

"No touching," Olivia whispers without blinking. He tries earnestly to keep his grip on her waist and breast but she slaps his hand away.

Elliot scoffs. "Fuck you," His lips curl back into a cocky snarl and she sees he doesn't like to lose, even in the bedroom. She will fix that.

"In time." A fire lights in his eyes and she sees he's unsure of what that can mean but he still trusts her. He still wants her. Needs her.

A part of her can't believe she's here with him in this situation but she's grateful that she's taken this shot. Even if after tonight he hates her, she'll still be able to remember this.

Her hand snakes into his sweatpants below them. He's burning hot in her hand, and he's big. Bigger than she had expected or even fantasized about. Tomorrow she will hurt from what's coming, and she doesn't look back or regret anything. She curls her hand and strokes, both shuttering at the intimate contact.

Olivia's other hand finds her own heat and the teddy that is now the only piece of fabric separating two partners from going through with something that had been rumoured about them for almost ten years. Ten years she's waited with bated breath hoping he would come to her. Now she knows why he's been terrified of taking the next step. It's how she feels right now. Pushing her insecurities aside, she pulls at the three buttons on her lingerie. One, two, and three - they all come apart.


She is sin. She is trying to kill him.

It's these words Elliot repeats in his head. It's all his brain can handle right now. Most of the blood in his body has vacated his brain and moved south. With such a good reason. Olivia is on him, all over him. She's under his skin and in his heart and fuck, he even dreams about her most nights.

He's sitting there dumbfounded, staring down at the view between his legs. She raises up, and he feels it then; her silky wet folds over his aching member. He groans loudly and his eyes roll back into his head involuntarily.

Olivia kisses him briefly. She parts from his lips and he looks at his partner. He hates calling her that, his partner. As if that's all she is to him. This past year has proven to them that their partnership encompasses so much more than a companion for stakeouts or someone to grab coffee for in the morning. She's his rock, his confidant, his best friend.

His fucking partner.

Slowly, she sinks down onto his cock. She's tight, god, she's so tight around him. A low, guttural groan breaks from his mouth. He will never be the same after this. Tonight something has gotten into her - besides him - and part of it scares him and part of it makes his dick throb inside her.

"Fuck." Olivia whines. Elliot flexes his glutes and bucks up into her. He needs every inch of her. He wants to remember this feeling and if this never happens again, he'll die a happy man because he fucked Olivia Benson. Her hands are all over him and he's stuck there, not allowed to touch because she said so.

Control. He needs control.

Fuck the rules. Fuck no touching. He needs to feel her. He needs to fuck her.

"You're so sexy," Elliot growls into her mouth. He kisses her with abandon. There is nothing he can hold back with her. She takes everything from him and he willingly gives it to her. He grabs her hands from his chest and pins them behind her back, easily taking her two wrists into his one hand. She's weak with pleasure and he takes advantage of her, fucking into her feverishly. A moan escapes from her perfect lips.

He's never seen this side of her before - giving in to the pleasure that only a lover can provide.

He loves it.

He needs more.

Elliot flips their positions before she can protest. Quickly, he flips her over so her knees are on the floor and her forearms are resting on the couch. He takes the black lace of her teddy in his hands and pushes it upwards, exposing the vast expanse of her beautiful skin. His cock plunges back inside her and begins a pace that is nothing short of punishing.

Olivia tries fruitlessly to push her palms into the couch and use it as leverage to switch their positions. He isn't having any of it.

"Ah, ah, ah," He taunts her. His body leans over hers now, his chest flush with her back. He intertwines their fingers and suddenly pulls both of her arms back behind her, pinning them to her lower back. He holds her there with one hand and explores her skin with his free hand. Her skin is soft and supple beneath his calloused palms. All he can hear is her moans and the slapping of skin. He looks down to where their bodies are connected and writhing, and notices the skin on her ass has turned a light shade of pink from his body slamming into hers.

It's then that Elliot lets himself feel it - the surge of power and adrenaline. He's fucking Olivia hard and fast and he's punishing her for being so god damned sexy and tempting him beyond his limits.

She pushes him beyond what he can handle every day. This afternoon was no exception. It was the first time he had seen her all day. She came in with that fucking blouse on - the red one. It cuts low between her breasts and whenever she wears it he can't breathe. She had caught him staring, and he knew how it looked, his cock was hard and pushing at the seam of his jeans and he was sitting there staring.

"Do you think," He growls out each word as he continues thrusting deeply into Olivia. "That you can just come to my apartment and fuck me and be in control?" He slaps her ass and smiles at the red mark he instantly sees.

"Yes," She moans, and he isn't sure if she's answering his question or vocalizing her approval of his spanking. She's breathless from their pace.

"Say it, Liv," Elliot demands. "Tell me." He coaxes her. He's close now, he doesn't know if he can hold out much longer.

"Fuck you!" The half scream comes from her lips. He can only see half her face and he needs to change that. Momentarily he stops thrusting and pushes his hand into her hair, pulling her back towards him. She takes the hint and looks at him. He sees her now, her eyes dark and full of lust. Her bottom lip is sucked between her teeth and she's biting back the moans.

"Cum, Olivia," He's losing control again, and he will not let himself go over the edge without her coming with him. Elliot fights the urge to let his eyes roll back at the pleasure when her tight walls squeezes around him. He wants to soak in every second of this perfect moment.

Olivia cries out, clenching so hard around Elliot he can't help following her and give into his own pleasure. He grunts and jaggedly thrusts through their orgasms, collapsing onto her back when her pulsating stops. She pulls her hands from his grip but stays where she is. Elliot stays within her, panting in quick breaths against her. He can feel she's out of breath too. Lazily, he strokes the soft skin of her arm.

Tomorrow they will pick up the pieces of their partnership and mend it. They'll figure out what all of this means, what she wants, what he wants.

It pulls at his heartstrings, thinking he may be without her. But he smiles against her back, knowing full well she isn't going anywhere soon.

"El?" Olivia breathes against the couch.

"Mmm," He returns, too exhausted to form a proper answer for her.

"I'm still in control."