So, I was watching Personal Fouls the other day, and this little plot bunny came into mind. Takes place after Scorched Earth, before Personal Fouls. Also, I realize Olivia is a little out of character in this chapter, but keep in mind we've never seen her drunk, so for all we know she could be how she acts when she's drunk. I don't know, this is just an idea. Love it or hate it. I don't own the characters or any lines from the episodes.
"Olivia, Elliot put his papers in."
The words struck her like a knife to the heart. She nodded, trying to keep her composure. "He's earned it."
"And then some," Cragen nodded, his hands in his pockets. "Liv, I'm sorry."
"Me too," she whispered and took a deep breath.
"You want to take the day?"
She shook her head. "I'm fine." She walked out of the office, caught in her own head. John got a call and told Fin and Rollins to handle it. She looked up. "No, I'll go," she said with a nod. "Give me five and we'll roll," she said and nodded, receiving a nod back from Fin. She made her way down the hallway. She passed an interrogation room and saw it was empty. She ducked inside and shut the door, leaning against it. The flood gates opened and she started to sob. She doubled over, falling against the ledge of the two way mirror. She took a deep breath and felt herself calming down before the reality hit her. He's really gone, and he's not coming back. She started to cry again. She'd lost her best friend, and the only man she really loved. How was she supposed to keep on going without her partner? The man who knew her inside and out?
"So much for, 'for better or worse'," she said bitterly. She batted the tears away, quickly slipping into the ladies room to make sure she didn't look like she'd been crying. She walked back out to the squad room and went to the crime scene with Fin. She finished the rest of the day and when they got back to the squad room she sat at her desk, looking across at Elliot's. She closed her eyes and stood up, grabbing her coat. "I'm going to get a drink, see you guys on Monday," she said, slinging her coat over her shoulders and grabbing her purse heading out for the night.
She walked to the bar down the street from her apartment. She walked in the door and smiled at Leo, the bartender. She sat at one of the stools and she looked at Leo. "Long Island." She spoke softly, a bit of an edge to her voice.
Leo put her drink in front of her, slinging his towel over his shoulder. "Rough day, Detective?"
She scoffed and took a sip of her Long Island iced tea. "That's putting it lightly," she murmured. She rolled her neck and made small talk with Leo and instructed him to keep the drinks coming. She was almost finished with her third drink when she saw a man walk in and up to the bar. He was about her height, he had a dark complexion with dark eyes and dark hair, a nice beard. Olivia grinned and bit on the straw in her drink.
He walked over to her and leaned on the bar. "This seat taken?"
She blushed. "I was saving it in hopes a handsome man came along," she said, a blush rising in her cheeks. "Thankfully he did."
"Oh, I—I'm sorry—" He stammered.
She interrupted him holding her hand up. "I'm looking at the handsome man that came along, she winked and took a sip of her drink, finishing it off.
The tall, dark, and handsome stranger smiled at her. "Can I buy your next drink?"
Olivia bit her bottom lip, her eyes meeting his. "I should warn you, I have a tendency to get forward and flirty when I drink."
He smiled brighter and chuckled. "As do I."
Olivia swooned at his smile. "Another LIT please, Leo," she smiled and looked at the man sitting next to her, crossing her legs. "So, I suppose if you're buying me a drink, I should know your name at least."
He nodded. "Nick Amaro, what about you? I could call you beautiful all night, but I'm sure your name is just as beautiful as you are."
Olivia smiled. "You can call me beautiful as long as you'd like," she said and took a sip of her drink. "Olivia Benson," she said and her eyes met his again.
Nick ordered a beer and looked at her. "So, Olivia, what is a beautiful woman like you doing sitting alone in a bar on a Friday night?" he asked her.
"Same thing a handsome man is doing sitting alone in a bar on a Friday night," she said with a raised eyebrow. "Drinking my troubles away," she said with a soft smile.
"How are you so sure I have troubles?"
"Because you're hot as hell and you're sitting next to me in a bar instead of out fucking some hot twenty something blonde chick built like Barbie." Amanda Rollins came to mind as she spoke, she was just the kind of young, blonde, overly excited bimbo that she figured he'd be interested in.
Nick chuckled. "Touché. But for the record, I don't like Barbies, I prefer a woman who has curves, and who knows how to use them, a woman who isn't afraid or ashamed of her body, and I like brunettes."
Olivia smiled and blushed. "So tell me, why are you here? I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said coyly.
He smirked. "I just got back from an undercover mission only to find out that my wife took my daughter and left me."
Olivia sipped her drink. "That's rough. You're a cop?"
He nodded. "Yes, and yes. Maria and I… our marriage was over a long time ago. And I work Narcotics." He took a swig of his beer and picked at the label. "So what about you?"
"Well, I'm also a cop. I work sex crimes. My partner of twelve years left me. Well, he left the department. He's been MIA for weeks, I've called and texted, he put in his papers without so much as a word. We were best friends. He swore my first year at SVU, we were partners for better or worse. I thought I deserved better than that,"
Nick looked at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You do deserve better than that. You're such a beautiful woman, anyone who would hurt you is an ass, and you don't deserve that."
Olivia looked into his eyes, something about his eyes just drew her in. "Kiss me," she whispered and felt his lips on hers. She let out a gentle moan and kissed him back, the scruff from his beard tickling her face. He broke the kiss and smiled. She grinned and finished off her drink.
They ordered another round, and sat talking for a while. They stole kisses and after about a half hour, and her fifth Long Island iced tea she ran her hand over his arm. She grinned and looked at him. "Mm, I'm gonna get a taste of that tonight," she said in a seductive tone through her teeth.
"Taste of what?"
She bit her bottom lip and stood up, moving closer to him, her lips close to his ear. "Your cock," she whispered, nibbling on his ear.
Nick let out a groan. "Olivia," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
She grinned and gently bit on his neck. "You want to get out of here? My apartment isn't far, and it seems that you are absolutely irresistible. Before we have to arrest ourselves for indecent exposure, let's head back to my place so you can put this fire out," she whispered.
"What fire?"
She ran her hand up his thigh, a smirk. "The fire you started when you kissed me, the fire down below," she winked.
Nick put a hundred down on the bar, more than enough to cover their drinks for the night. He stood up and looked at her. "How about we go take care of that?"
She smirked and walked out of the bar with him. She walked with him to her apartment, unlocking the front door, and bringing him to the elevator. Once the doors closed and she hit the button for the fourth floor, she felt her back against the cool metal wall. His lips attached to her neck and she let out a moan. "Oh God," she whimpered. She saw the doors open and she walked with him in to her door and struggled to get her key in the door, feeling him teasing her.
He gently bit her neck, his hips pushing into her ass. She finally fumbled the door open and pulled him into the apartment. He pushed her against the wall and took her shirt off over her head. He looked at her in her bra and work slacks. "Fuck, you're so sexy," he whispered, kissing the tops of her breasts
She seethed and moaned. "I need you, please baby fuck me," she begged, her back arching off the wall.
He grinned. "Right here?"
She smiled. "Mm, yeah." She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body. She kissed his chest and down his torso. She got on her knees and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them over his hips with his boxers. She took his length in her hand and stroked him. "Mm, so big," she licked her lips and looked up at him. She licked up his shaft and then took him into her mouth, feeling the head of his dick hit the back of her throat she moaned. She looked up at him as she bobbed her head, her lips gliding over his long, thick shaft, her hand helping her. She pulled back, her hand stroking him.
He gripped her hair as her lips moved over his dick. He let his head fall back and groaned. "I'm gonna come baby, oh fuck!"
She smirked. "Come on baby, let me taste you." She wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and sucked, running her tongue over it. She felt him tug at his hair and she moaned, tasting his release. She swallowed every drop and let him go with a pop. "Mm," she licked her lips.
"Get up here," he whispered and pulled her up, pushing her against the wall, kissing her passionately, his tongue pushing into her mouth. He groaned and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pushing them over her hips. "Let me taste you."
She smiled and kicked her shoes off stepping out of her pants. She took his hand and led him to the couch. She lay down and smirked. "Come and get me," she grinned. He knelt over her and ran his fingers over her stomach, kissing down her torso. He pulled her panties off and grinned. He moved closer and ran his finger over her slit.
"You're so wet," he whispered, his breath hitting her skin, her back arching.
She massaged her breasts and moaned. "Baby, please!" She arched her back and bit her bottom lip looking down at him.
He smirked and licked up her slit, parting her lips with his fingers, he pushed his tongue inside her. Her hand moved to the back of his head and she moved her hips against his mouth his facial hair sending shockwaves through her body. His lips circled her clit and he sucked. She let out a harsh breath. He smirked and pushed his middle finger into her ass.
Her eyes shot open and she let out a loud moan. "Oh, fuck me!"
He grinned and looked up at her. "Yeah, you like that?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
She whimpered. "Mm, baby I'm gonna come," she gripped his hair and her eyes closed. He smirked and started sucking on her clit again, gently nipping at it. She gasped and screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her body, her hips going into a spasm as her continued to lick, suck, and nip at her clit. "Oh, God, baby," she bit her bottom lip. "Baby, baby, it's too much," she pulled him up and kissed him. Her chest was heaving and she looked up at him. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy Nick. Oh, God, fuck me hard!"
Nick smirked and pushed into her, she groaned and arched her back. He kissed her neck, whispering in her ear. "You're so fucking tight."
She arched her back and maneuvered them so she was straddling him. "I'm about to give you the ride of your life, baby," she grinned and bit on his neck. "If you think you can handle it," she whispered.
He gripped her hips. "Ride me, baby."
She grinned and gripped his shoulders. She started to ride him fast and hard. She moaned and leaned back in his lap, her hands resting on his knees as she rode him.
He groaned and rubbed her clit, thrusting up into her. The only sounds were their skin slapping together, their moans, and their ragged breathing. When they finished she fell into his arms and her breath was heavy. "Oh God," she whispered, a smile on her face. "That was amazing."
He rubbed her back. "You were incredible," he said and looked down at her. She looked up at him with a smile and she kissed him. This kiss was different, it was sensual, not heated and rushed.
She broke the kiss and bit her bottom lip. "I um… I'm off this weekend, did you maybe want to stay the night?"
He smiled and caressed her face. "Yeah, that would be nice. I'll make you breakfast in the morning."
Olivia smiled and chuckled. "Good luck finding anything to make in the fridge," she nuzzled against his nose. "Shall we move this to the bedroom? Take some asprin to stave off a hangover and be flirty under the sheets?"
Nick smirked. "Sounds good."
MONDAY MORNING
Olivia walked into Cragen's office. "We're hiring another detective?" she asked.
Cragen was sorting through papers and he looked at her. "Well, we're short staffed, he's a good guy, out of warrants, he starts tomorrow." Olivia let out a breath, agitated that there was going to be another newbie she had to show the ropes to. "You have a problem with that?"
"Well it's hard enough showing one rookie the ropes, and now we have two. What is this, a daycare center?" She turned and looked out the window into the squad room.
"Elliot's not coming back Liv."
She sighed and turned around to face Cragen. "It takes me twice as long to explain the job to somebody else as it does for me to do it myself, Captain—"
"It's not your call," he cut her off. "Now, you want to be here you're going to have to start working with other detectives, alright? Let him go." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out. "And you can start by packing up his desk, we can't keep it as a shrine."
Olivia's eyes met his. Was he really making her clean out Elliot's desk, he couldn't have someone else do it? She grabbed a box and walked over to his desk, taking all his personal belongings, touching them one last time, putting them in the box, trying to keep her composure.
TUESDAY MORNING
Olivia walked into the squad room. "Hospital just called, last night's dis-con is stable."
Fin walked over to his desk. "I'll see if I can get a statement."
Cragen walked in, and a man who looked very familiar to Olivia came in behind him. "Folks, this is Detective second grade Nick Amaro, just transferred in." Olivia's breath hitched and she tried not to stare, sitting at her desk.
Amanda got up, a smile on her face. "Second grader already, huh? You must have taken down some big fish."
"No, just kissed a lot of ass," Nick replied gently. Olivia glared at him.
"Detective Amaro is being modest. Two years under in Narcotics, Warrants, he took down the MS-13 case."
Olivia looked at him, her face never betraying what she felt rise in her body, the embarrassment, the heat. "Well this is a whole different world, Serpico. Not everyone has the stomach for it," she said, straight faced, her eyebrow raising slightly. She picked up the phone on her desk, checking her voice mail messages, her eyes still on Nick.
Nick gave a half smile and a small, almost unrecognizable nod.
This could get awkward…
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