Trust Me

Prologue: Branded

Disclaimer: After all of this time, do I really still have to say it? Okay, here's the deal. I don't own the characters that you recognize i.e. Olivia Benson. I do however own the original characters that you probably don't recognize i.e. Jason Jameson.

A/N: OMG why am I starting another new story? I had this idea swimming in my head for a while and as soon as I had finished the prologue, I just couldn't contain myself and had to post it.

A/N: I guess this story is kind of AU. The prologue takes place about a week before Olivia actually started working at SVU and met Elliot. I hope it isn't confusing.

Olivia Benson stretched out on her bed. It had been a long day and all she wanted to do was relax. She stared at the ceiling of the bedroom and wondered to herself if this was really the right choice to make; if transferring to the Special Victims Unit was truly her path in life. As soon as the thoughts entered her mind, she slapped them away with fierce hatred. Of course it was her path. It was the only way that she could ever hope to be whole as a person.

She heard the buzzer to her apartment sound and she reluctantly hauled her ass out of bed to go answer it. She pushed the button for the intercom "Hello?" she greeted questioningly.

"Excuse me," the familiar voice came back teasingly "I'm wondering if you can help me. I'm looking for the most beautiful detective in all of Manhattan."

Olivia laughed "Okay," she conceded "Come on up already before someone overhears that mush that you're spouting," she waited patiently by the door. She counted the seconds; she knew exactly how long it took him to get from the door of her building to the door of her apartment "fifty two, fifty three, fifty four," she murmured. The knock came. She opened the door with a grin "You're two seconds early," she smirked at her boyfriend.

Jason Jameson flashed her a brilliant smile as he pulled her into a somewhat awkward one armed hug "I was extra motivated today I guess," he told her right before they kissed. After they separated he shifted to hand her the large bouquet of flowers that he was holding "Here," he said rather breathlessly.

"Oh JJ," Olivia said in awe "You didn't have to do this," she took the large bouquet into her arms and wondered if she even had a vase big enough for it.

"It's not every day that my girlfriend makes detective," he smiled as he leaned in for another kiss "I thought maybe we could celebrate," he held up a grocery bag.

Olivia headed into the kitchen in search of a vase "Sounds good," she called back over her shoulder. She had been tired but there was just something rejuvenating about JJ's presence. True he was a good fifteen years older than her but Olivia loved him all the same.

JJ set the grocery bag down on the table and began to take out the items. He kept them out of Olivia's line of vision; she would see them when it was time. He moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind "Hey," he whispered seductively.

She turned in his embrace and kissed him "Hey yourself," she smiled as her lips crashed down on his.

JJ scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom "Did I say congratulations yet detective?" he asked.

"No," Olivia said uneasily as she wormed her way out of his grasp and onto the bed "JJ," she said uncomfortably as he sat down beside her. She had told him many times that she wasn't ready for their relationship to move to this level.

"Come on," JJ pushed her gently down and kissed her deeply "How long have we been seeing each other?"

"Six months," Olivia answered as she pulled away from him and sat up "But JJ, I'm not ready for this. I've told you that a million times."

JJ made a low rumbling noise deep in his throat "I know," he admitted "But Olivia, I'm only human," he protested.

"I think you should go," Olivia told him as she stood up and left the bedroom "Go buy a dirty magazine if you're that desperate," she muttered bitterly. She walked into the kitchen and saw the items that were laid out on the table. She gasped and turned around to see JJ standing there with an animalistic expression on his face.

He took a step towards her and she backed away "We both want this," he told her firmly "Don't you love me?" he asked.

"Yes," Olivia answered "But I…"

"Then trust me Olivia," he said as he took another step closer to her and wrapped his arms around her "Trust me."

"No," Olivia squirmed in his embrace as he brought her back to the bedroom "Let me go JJ."

"Shhhh," he whispered with a finger placed over her lips "Just trust me Olivia. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"JJ," she said more firmly as she pushed him roughly away from her "Not now and if you keep this up, not ever."

JJ wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to the bed with him "I thought you loved me," he said disappointedly.

"I do," she whispered and the next thing she knew, she was beneath him on the bed.

"Love is about trust darling," he told her gently as he removed her shirt. She tried to pry his fingers off of the thin fabric and cover herself but it slipped over her head anyway "Don't be afraid of this," he whispered as he kissed her neck. He unhooked her bra and tossed it away "Everything will be fine. You'll see," he ran his hands gently over her breasts, every once in a while, running his thumb over her nipple. He enjoyed the look in her eyes as she stared up at him "Let go of the fear," he whispered "Ride the pleasure and let go of the fear. Trust me to catch you when its over."

Olivia wasn't so sure about this. It felt good but at the same time it felt wrong. But he was being so gentle with her, how could she not trust him? And yet part of her was screaming at her to run. She tried her best to ignore that part; this was JJ, she loved him and he loved her. He wouldn't hurt her.

JJ slowly removed her pants, kissing his way along her abdomen "Don't be afraid," he continued to whisper "Just trust me, I'm not gonna hurt you." He removed her panties, leaving her totally exposed on the bed in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled one of the condoms that he had bought that day out of his pocket. Then he remembered something and bent down to kiss Olivia once more "This is gonna hurt just for a moment," he told her honestly; he was going to be her first and he knew it. Olivia closed her eyes tight as JJ pinned her wrists above her head. She braced herself "Relax," he whispered as he inserted a finger inside her "Just relax and trust me."

"Please don't?" Olivia whispered.

JJ bent to kiss her again "Shhhhh," he soothed "Its okay," he told her "I'm here. Trust me, I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you," he thrust inside her.

"Oh God," Olivia cried out.

"Shhhhhh," JJ whispered. He moved slower inside her "Is that better?" he asked.

Olivia shook her head "Please stop?" she whispered.

"Open your eyes beautiful," JJ commanded softly "Let me see those eyes precious."

Olivia forced her eyes open at her boyfriend as he moved over her "JJ," she whispered.

"Ride the pleasure," he told her "It feels good. Let yourself enjoy it."

Olivia began to cry softly. She knew what was happening but it was so confusing. He was being so gentle. He was being so kind. It did feel good but at the same time, it hurt so much.

JJ noticed she was crying and kissed her tears away "Let yourself go," he whispered "Trust me to catch you." She simply clenched her eyes tight and waited for him to be done. He withdrew from inside her, removed the condom, tied it off and dropped it in the trash can. He stood up "I'll be right back," he whispered lovingly. He went out to the kitchen and poured two glasses of Champaign. Before he returned to the bedroom he slipped a capsule into one of them. The capsule dissolved instantly. He got back to the bedroom and sat beside Olivia. He handed her the glass that he had put the capsule in "I think we should toast your first time," he smiled as he handed it to her. He really did love her and that's why he wanted her to be numb for this next part. She accepted the glass hesitantly and took a cautious sip "To us," JJ said as he raised his glass high. He downed the contents in one gulp and waited for Olivia to follow his example.

It took her a bit longer than one gulp to finish the Champaign but when she did, she felt dizzy and needed to lie down again. When she was lying down, JJ pulled out his pocket knife. He pulled apart her thighs once more. Olivia moaned and tried to move away but she couldn't do much. JJ spoke reassuringly to her "Shhhhh, don't fight it. This'll be over soon," he told her. He proceeded to meticulously carve his initials into the soft flesh of her right inner thigh, secure in the knowledge that all she felt was just a little bit of pressure and not the stinging pain of the knife as it cut her.

As the wound bled, JJ licked the blood away. He had been sure to cut deep enough to scar but not so deep that it would be fatal. He tasted the sweet saltiness of her blood as it poured from the wound. The bleeding slowly tapered off on it's own and JJ placed a large wad of gauze over the wound. He secured it with a long piece of tape. He smiled down at Olivia and bent to kiss her once more.

Olivia wasn't completely aware anymore of what was happening but when he kissed her, she could taste blood on his lips. She couldn't explain how she knew exactly but she knew it was her blood.

JJ lay beside Olivia and waited for the effects of the drug to ware off. He would take her three more times before that night was through and in the morning when he woke up beside her, he was unable to restrain his curiosity and he took a look under the makeshift bandage. He smiled proudly at his handiwork.

She awoke to face him and she kicked him out. He left willingly. She dumped the remainder of the Champaign down the sink. She stomped the large bouquet of flowers into the trash can. She returned to her bedroom and cried.

There was no way that she could report this. She had just become an SVU detective. It didn't look good to come in on your first day of work and say 'Hi, I'm Olivia Benson. I'm the new detective oh and by the way, my boyfriend raped me last night.' She could just picture how that would go over. Besides, she wasn't quite sure what it had been. He had been so gentle. She had said no but he had been so gentle.

She stood up and headed into the bathroom. She needed a shower, she felt dirty. It was then that she noticed the bandage on her inner thigh. Carefully she removed it and when she saw what was underneath, she collapsed to the floor as fresh tears sprang forth. She couldn't take this; it was too much. She could never tell anyone about this if she wanted to keep her job and that bastard had known that. She could barely stand to look down at what he had done to her. The flesh on her inner thigh bore the letters JJ, carved in neat three inch high letters. He had branded her.

A/N: As I said in the disclaimer, I own JJ but I'm not particularly proud of that fact. Please review and let me know if you want me to continue with this story.

PS: I'm planning on posting some holiday fluff soon but this story just begged to go up first.

You guys are awesome!

Elliot and Olivia for eternity
Merry Shipper Christmas
And Happy All The Other Holidays Too
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- Kelly