AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so here is a new one! This will be a steamy one, but it is taking me a little longer to get it set up than I thought it would. So to keep from having a 50 page first chapter, I broke it into two chapters. I apologize in advance that the adult content does not actually begin until the next chapter. I have not completely decided where I am going with this one just yet, so I am not making any promises as far as the EO relationship. We will all just have to wait and see where it goes. What I can promise is numerous chapters of adulterated, steamy-HOT sex between our two favorite characters. WARNING: This is a naughty one! This one isn't as much about the storyline as it is a fluff piece about the sexual fantasies acted out between the two main characters. BIG thanks to all of my readers, especially those of you who read my work all of the time! Thanks for checking it out!

~ Detective Olivia Stabler ~

Dangerous Desires

(Chapter One: For You, I will)

Elliot watched as Olivia made her way into the bullpen and sat her briefcase on the corner of her old desk.

"Hey stranger," he said as she shifted her eyes to look up at him from under her glasses.

"Hey."

"I heard you killed 'em in court today."

"He walked, Elliot. Nothing to celebrate if you ask me."

"Yes. But we knew going into this that there probably wasn't enough evidence to prosecute. Window peeping is a minor offence. But it got his DNA in the system. We are running it now against three cold rape cases. Bigger fish, Olivia."

"You know, in all of my years working SVU, I never realized how frustrating it was on this side of a case before."

"You talk like you are new to law. You made partner in just over three years. You must be pretty good at what you do."

"Oh, I am good. You know why I am good? Because I don't walk into court unprepared. Because I do not take a case to court until I know that I have obtained all of the evidence that I need to get a conviction. This case may have made some kind of progress in your cases, Elliot. But it my world it was a major embarrassment. I looked like a complete ass in front of that judge today."

"No you didn't."

She took a deep breath and exhaled.

"I only even took this case, because the DA called personally and asked me to."

"We all want this guy. Even the DA knows how dangerous he is. The last victim was bound and tied and held captive for three days while he repeatedly raped her. We have to get him off the street."

"Even if the charge is only a Class C misdemeanor and scored him a $500 fine?"

"It also got him 180 days of supervision and the jerking off in the bushes incident branded him a sexual predator. We have now legally obtained his DNA. And do I need to remind you that the woman he was watching is the first victim he is suspected in raping?"

"You really think he is dumb enough to go back and stalk a woman he believes he has gotten away with raping?" she stared at him for a moment. "You think he is going to try to rape her again?"

"We have seen it before. He is crazy enough to think he has some kind of connection to this girl. She was his first. She is the one. When he raped Claire, he came in through her bedroom window. Evidence showed he watched her for weeks before he made his move. We caught this case back when you were still SVU."

"I remember."

"That is why the DA asked you to take the case now. Claire still needs our help, Olivia. We couldn't put him away before. And I believe he has raped again, and again. At least three other cases in the last five years fit his M.O."

"You are sure these are his?" she asked picking up another file from his desk to study it.

"It reads word for word the same as Claire's case file."

Olivia shook her head as she read the file and studied the photos inside.

"No, this is more violent. And the anger intensifies with each victim. These rapes were definitely committed by the same man, El. But I am just not sure it was our man. He never hit Claire. Ne never choked her or smacked her around like this. The only marks Clair had on her body were burns from the strips of sheet he used to bind her wrists to the bed."

"He couldn't get to Claire again. We were watching her. He dropped below the radar for nearly two years before we were able to locate him again. These attacks occurred in Philadelphia, Hartford and Boston. It wouldn't be much of a stretch for him. He wanted Claire. But he couldn't have her. And these girls didn't give him whatever it was he got from her. That is what he got so angry and so violent with them."

"Could any of them make the ID?"

"We didn't have enough to bring him in for a line up."

"But you got DNA. Right?"

"Sort of."

"What do you mean, sort of?"

"DNA from the scene. Not necessarily from the rape."

"What?"

"In each case a DNA sample was left behind. A sort of calling card. Blood drops found on the fire escape two stories below where this victim lived. Evidence left in the stair well of the apartment building where this victim, an old band aid. The DNA from both cases match."

"But nothing to put him at the actual site where the victims were attacked?"

"No. But Christine Larson, the third girl was grabbed off the street while walking the four blocks home from the diner where she worked. She was missing for two days before she managed to escape still bound and blindfolded. Some homeless guy found her stumbling down the sidewalk in her underwear and called 911 from a payphone. We found her broken fingernail in the back seat of his car. And saliva found on the outside of the duct tape he had placed over her mouth, matched the DNA from the two other cases."

"Saliva?"

"My guess, he gave her a big sloppy kiss."

"I am all for catching this guy and putting him away, Elliot. Look, all I am saying is that in the future if I am going to be used as some part of your big plan, I would appreciate being kept in the loop. That's all."

"Alright," he agreed. "Fair enough."

She exhaled and tipped her arm to look at her watch.

"Got a hot date tonight?"

"Damn it!" Olivia groaned looking at her phone.

"Guess not," Elliot remarked.

"No. We had a fund raiser tonight for the kids' school. It is this annual event we always take part in and it looks as if I am being stood up….again."

"Again? That doesn't sound good."

"He is a surgeon, Elliot. He can't just drop everything and be there just because I want him to be. It is just so damn frustrating. We are short on volunteers and he promised he would help."

"If you really need an extra set of hands I could help you out."

Olivia raised her head and looked at him.

"Really?"

"Yea, my kids went to that school, too. I know how they are with their fundraisers. Of course Kathy and I were not on the board so we weren't expected to partake in every single one."

She pressed her lips together and pondered the thought.

"You really want to help?"

"Sure. Kathy took the kids to her mother's for the weekend. I was supposed to stick around here and get some work done, but I finished up a little early so I just happen to be free for the next few hours."

"Okay," she agreed with a smile. "Can you meet me in front of the school in two hours?"

"I'll be there."

"Oh and Elliot…."

"Yea?"

"Wear a suit."

"Yes, ma'am."

Olivia headed back to the office to wrap things up for the night. Then she drove home to change clothes and spend a little time with her three children before leaving them in the care of their nanny for the evening while she attended to the event.

"You clean up nice," she said appearing behind Elliot in front of the main entrance of the school.

"Thanks. Hey, I noticed none of the kids are attending this fund raiser."

"No, this is more of an adult gathering."

"Do they happen to serve adult beverages?" he joked.

"I believe there is wine inside," she said with a laugh as he took her arm.

Elliot got them each a drink as Olivia scribbled his name on a sticker and stuck it to his suit jacket.

"Detective Elliot Stabler," he said aloud. "Sounds a little formal doesn't it? Does everyone in this room really need to know I'm a cop?"

"Trust me, it will grab their attention."

Elliot stared at her for a moment.

"The ladies will love it. And you will get more bids."

"Wait, bids? Olivia, what is going on here?"

"It's a black market sex ring, Elliot. The bidding is merely a way of placing value on the merchandise. And I have my eye on that hottie right over there," she said pointing across the room.

"Seriously?" he asked in shock.

"No," she laughed. "It is harmless bachelor auction to raise money for the school. You dress up nice, women bid on you. For a date. Dinner, hosted by the school. Like I said, harmless."

"You didn't think to mention this auction before you asked me to help you?"

"You volunteered to help."

"I may not have if I had known I was going to be paraded around up on stage at some dog and pony show. I am not even a bachelor!" he said in a harsh whisper.

Olivia laughed.

"Would you relax? It isn't like I am trying to marry you off. These women don't care if you are married. It is just one night, one meal. Three hours tops. My husband was gonna do it."

"But he didn't. And now I am here. What do you think my wife would say if she found out about this?"

"Ooh, Kathy! Great idea," Olivia said pulling her phone from her purse. "I can call her to come down and she can bid on you too."

"Give me that," Elliot said pulling the phone from her hands. "Have you lost your mind? She would kill me if she found out about this! And probably you too."

"Oh I doubt that. In all actuality she would probably commend you for all of the money you are about to earn for the school. The school in which all five of your children attended," she reminded him with a smile.

"She is out of town," he snapped before regaining his composure. "I can't go on a date with any of these women, Liv. Seriously, Kathy would freak out on me. I don't think the part about earning money for the school would even matter to her."

"I am on the board. This entire thing was my idea, I can't show up without an entry!"

"It's not too late to leave," he replied as a woman handed him a questionnaire to fill out.

"We are not leaving. I can't leave. I have to be here and I really do need your help."

Elliot made a growling sound and smoothed his hands over his face.

"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this," he mumbled as she squealed and hugged him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Let's get this straight. I am doing this, but I am still a little salty about the way I was roped into doing it. And you have to bid on me. It will be so humiliating I don't get any bids."

"Okay, I guess I do owe you for helping me out tonight. I will bid on you. But if the bid goes over two hundred bucks you are out of luck my friend."

"If it goes over two hundred bucks I am liable to have a heart attack right there on stage."

"Looks like I might have a little competition," Olivia said with a smile pointing out an older heavy set woman in a blue hat across the room smiling at Elliot.

"You have got to win," he reminded her. "She could hurt me."

"She looks friendly. Hi," Olivia said as she waved back to the woman.

"Stop that! Don't provoke her. She'll think I am interested."

"That is what she is supposed to think, Elliot. That is how you get bids. More bids, more money for the school. We are raising money for the new computer lab and to buy school lunches for underprivileged kids."

"Olivia, this is a private school. The tuition is ridiculous. There are no underprivileged kids at this school. My kids attended on scholarships and that was before they raised their rates again!"

"The money is to help out a sister school. But the parents of the children in that part of the city don't have the money to donate. People here have way more than they will ever need. I am thankful that my children don't have to need anything. But some parents cannot say that about their kids. And some kids go to bed with hungry bellies every night wondering where their next meal will come from. So if dressing up to rub elbows with some of Manhattan's filthy rich helps those kids, I'd say it is the least that we could do," she replied straightening his tie.

"You are a saint, you know that?" he said still trying to act mad.

"They are babies, El. Like yours and mine. I couldn't imagine not knowing if I was going to even be able to provide food for my kids every day."

"Don't cry," he whispered with a smile as he wiped the corner of her eye with his thumb. "Your eye makeup will run."

Olivia laughed a little to ease the tension and smiled.

"I don't care about the computers. To be completely honest, I have already spoken to the guys at work about donating the computers. But those other kids, they really are depending on the money we raise here tonight."

"I think what you have done here tonight is amazing. You know, I don't normally do favors this big for people. But for you I will," he joked.

"Seriously though Elliot, thank you for your help tonight."

"You are still the only person on the planet I cannot say no to," he confessed. "I have a wife and five children and none of them have the power over me that you do with the puppy dog eyes and that little pout you do."

Olivia laughed.

"I do not."

"You do. And I know you do. And I know you are going to do it. Sometimes I hesitate just to hear your argument," he confessed. "True brother, sister relationship," he said with a laugh.

Olivia laughed again as she rolled her eyes.

"I owe you one," she said softly.

"You owe me about a million," he corrected her as they both laughed.

"Your friend is watching us again," Olivia pointed out nodding in the direction of the lady in the blue hat as she waved once more.

Elliot cocked a halfhearted smile and waved back to the woman.

"There, see. Being nice isn't all that painful," Olivia said with a smile. "They are about to start. You should head on back stage and get ready."

"Remember, you owe me."

"Break a leg," Olivia said with a smile as she waved to him.

She grabbed another glass of wine as she mingled with a few big name people, then took a seat down in front to watch the action. Twelve bachelors were to be auctioned off and she was curious just how well Elliot would do. Olivia studied her program as she skimmed through the list of names. There was a construction worker, a college professor, three lawyers including her partner at the firm, two fire fighters and now a New York City police Detective. The only thing missing was a doctor, she though as she read over her husband's biography in the program.

"Alright everyone," began a fifth grade teacher who was serving as MC for the evening, "before we begin I would like to make a little announcement. There have been a few changes made that are not reflected in your program. First off, on page two where we have listed fire fighter, Randall Phillips that seems to be a mistake. Actually his twin brother Richard Phillips is with us here tonight and he is also a fire fighter. It seems Mr. Randall Phillips is a married man and his wife just might have a problem sharing him with some of the lovely ladies who are here tonight."

Olivia chuckled as the audience laughed and clapped.

"On another note, page five lists Dr. Keith Jamissen as one of our bachelors. Now we all know he is happily married, but his loving wife had graciously agreed to let us borrow him for tonight's fundraising event. Unfortunately, Dr. Jamissen was unable to attend this evening. Fret not, ladies! Mrs. Jamissen has managed to recruit us another bachelor to serve in her husband's place. Detective Elliot Stabler has come to help us out. That's right, ladies. A real member of the NYPD and he is a looker!"

Olivia smiled as the women in the audience whistled and clapped.

"Someone over in the corner just asked if he brought handcuffs," the announcer said out loud as everyone laughed. "I'm not really sure about that. You will have to put in a bid and ask him yourself. Mrs. Jamissen seems to be surrounded by attractive men, another one of our bachelors this evening is none other than Mr. Jesse Saunders. Mr. Saunders is a senior partner with Mrs. Jamissen at Jamissen, Hinkley and Saunders Law Office."

The woman smiled as everyone clapped again.

"What do you say we get started?" the woman asked. "Now we do ask that you keep in mind that this event is a fundraiser to raise money for a new computer lab here at the school. Funds raised tonight will also help buy school lunches for underprivileged children in our sister school."

Olivia sat for the next two hours and watched as they brought each man out and women bid on their chance for a date with each guy. The night seemed to be dragging on and on when it finally came time for Elliot to make his on stage appearance. The moment he stepped out and the announcer began to read his biography women began to cheer for him. Suddenly his shy nervous look became a confident smile as he strutted around on stage.

Olivia laughed as she watched him hamming it up for the ladies.

"He is actually pretty good at this," she said to herself as she clapped for him.

"Alright ladies, what do you say we start the bidding at $25?" the announcer said to the crowd.

"I've got $25!" a woman in the back of the room called out.

"Thirty five," another woman called out.

Elliot smiled and watched as the bidding war continued.

"Seventy five dollars!"

"I think the lady in the back said one twenty five," Elliot pointed out.

"One hundred seventy five dollars," said the woman in the big blue hat who'd had her eye on him earlier in the night.

Elliot immediately shifted his attention to Olivia and gave her a look of panic.

"Two hundred," Olivia said raising the cash in her hand.

"Two twenty five," another woman said without hesitation.

"It must be the handcuffs," the announcer said jokingly.

"Two seventy five," the lady in the blue hat said.

"Three hundred dollars," the other woman snapped and the two began their own bidding war.

"Three twenty five."

"Three seventy five."

"Four hundred and fifty dollars."

By now it seemed the entire point had just become to outdo the other.

"Six fifty!"

The room fell silent as the heavy the woman in the hat paused for a moment to count the money in her wallet.

"Eight hundred and seventy five dollars," she called out staring down the other woman as if daring her to bid higher.

"Do I hear nine hundred?" the announcer asked looking back at the other woman.

"Na. You are a beautiful man darlin' but for nine hundred dollars I'd better get a lot more than a spaghetti dinner in the school gymnasium. I'm sorry, I'm out."

Elliot smiled nervously and stared down at Olivia.

"Do something," he mouthed silently as she took a deep breath.

Olivia had already spent one hundred and seventy five dollars on a dinner date with her coworker earlier in the evening had really only budgeted in a maximum of two hundred dollars to bid on Elliot. She held her breath and bit her lower lip for a moment. She pulled her wallet from her purse as she cleared her throat and stood up.

"One thousand two hundred eighty four dollars and sixty two cents," she announced holding up her wallet as everyone in the room gasped and turned to face her.

"I think we have a winner," the announcer said turning to look at the woman in the blue hat. "Unless….?"

The woman shrugged her shoulders as she dropped back into her seat. And Elliot smiled at the thought that he had raised more money than any of the other guys so far. Everyone in the room around her clapped as Olivia stepped forward and claimed the card containing Elliot's entry number.

"Thank you Mrs. Jamissen! Our school greatly appreciates yours and all of the donations that were made here this evening. Thank you all for your generosity and for making this evening such a success. Ladies, you may take your numbers to the table at the back of the room to make your payments. If you give us a few moments we are clearing out the chairs for a little dancing. Wine and refreshments will be served for about another hour, so find your dates and spend a little time getting to know them. The dinner for tonight's winners will be held one week from tonight, right here in this room. Mrs. Jamissen, we will make sure to set an extra seat at your table and make room for both of your dates," the woman joked. "Thank you all again. Have a wonderful night."

Olivia made her way to the back of the room with two cards in hand.

"Olivia," her handsome coworker said as he approached the table.

"Jesse," she replied with a nod. "Thank you again for helping out tonight."

"It was fun. And for a good cause."

"And it is good publicity," she said with a smile.

"That too. You know me a little better than I'd like to admit."

They both laughed.

"The woman announced that I am single."

"It's a selling gimmick. More women bid if they think they really have a shot at landing a hot successful lawyer."

He smiled.

"She didn't however, tell them why I am single."

"Just haven't found the right girl yet?" Elliot asked straightening his tie as he approached them. "There are plenty of lovely ladies here tonight."

"There are," Jesse agreed.

"Unless you have your eye on a particular lady," Elliot said clearing his throat. "Olivia is married, you know?"

"I do. And I mean absolutely no offense, but she isn't really my type."

"Not your type?" Elliot asked defensively. "She is gorgeous, smart, sexy, funny and one hell of a lawyer to boot. She is every guy's type. For not to be your type you would have to be ga…." He paused for a moment catching himself as he finally caught on to what Jesse had been saying all along.

"Now I think we are all on the same page," Olivia said with a smile.

"I am so sorry," Elliot said worried he had offended the man.

"Don't be gorgeous," Jesse said with a wink and Olivia laughed. "Well, I have got to be going. I have an early morning. So you will have to keep our date company," he said shaking Elliot's hand once more. "It was really nice to meet you."

"It was nice meeting you as well," Elliot replied as the man made his way toward the door. "Nice guy," he said smiling at Olivia.

"He is a very nice guy. Are you gonna make me dance by myself?" she asked with a laugh as she pulled him out into the middle of the room by the hand.

It was just after midnight when Olivia stepped inside her front door. She thanked the nanny for staying late and locked the door behind her. Another message from her husband telling her not to wait up for him.

Olivia sighed as she slipped off her heels and carried them down the hall into her bedroom. She dropped the shoes in the floor of the closet beside two dozen other designer pair and turned started some bath water. Down the hall she made the rounds checking on each of the children before she turned in for the night.

She smiled peering into the bedroom of her seven year old son, Royce. She slipped quietly inside and closed the book he had fallen asleep reading and put away his flashlight. She tucked the blanket tight around his body, just the way he liked it and gently kissed his forehead then backed out of the room closing the door.

Down the hall, the second door on the left, was the bedroom of her oldest daughter, Taylor. A brilliant girl with her mother's dark hair and dark eyes, she had been struggling with all of the pressures of being an eleven year old who wasn't quite sure where she fit in at school.

Olivia smiled as she pushed the door open. By the light of the television across the room she could see that Zoey, her youngest child had crawled into bed with her big sister once again.

"Come on, Z," Olivia whispered softly as she scooped the little girl up into her arms.

She cradled the child against her shoulder much like she had when she was a baby. Making her way down the hall, she hummed a soft lullaby against Zoey's ear. Olivia tucker her baby in and kissed her tenderly. She picked up Zoey's favorite teddy bear from the floor beside the bed and tucked him in beside her.

As she pulled the door closed behind her she heard two little words.

"Night light," Zoey requested softly as Olivia turned on a rotating lamp that cast thousands of stars across the ceiling of the girl's bedroom. "Love you mommy," she said with a yawn as she sunk back down into her pillow and closed her eyes.

"Love you, baby," Olivia whispered in response.

Returning to Taylor's bedroom, Olivia tucked the blankets around her as she sat on the edge of the bed and just stared amazingly at her beautiful child for a moment.

"Mom? You look really pretty," she said with a smile.

"Thank you sweetheart," Olivia said softly as Taylor propped herself up on her elbows to look at her mother. "How was your night?"

"Zoey had another bad dream. She wouldn't go back to her room. She said she wanted to sleep with you tonight. So I let her climb in bed with me."

"I got her settled back in her own bed for now. I am sure she will find her way into my room before morning. You are such a good big sister."

She watched as the girl smiled.

"I have an orthodontist appointment in the morning."

The look that crossed Olivia's face made it obvious that she had forgotten.

"It's okay, mom. I will remind Anna in the morning and she can take me."

"No, it's okay," Olivia assured her. "I will take you," she said with a smile.

"Are you sure? I thought you were really busy at work this week?"

"I am. But I am never too busy to spend time with my beautiful daughter."

Taylor smiled.

"Maybe I can get your appointment pushed back and I can take the afternoon off. Then we can do something fun together afterward, just you and me."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I love spending time with you."

"I love spending time with you too mom, but….do you think maybe we could do something other than going to the orthodontist?"

Olivia laughed.

"We will see. But it's late," she replied turning off the television with the remote control. "And you still have a couple of hours of school tomorrow."

"I love you momma," Taylor said hugging her tight.

"I love you too, Taylor Bug," Olivia whispered as she kissed her daughter.

"How did the fundraiser go? Did daddy make it?"

"No, honey, he had to work. But my friend Elliot went. And I think we raised a lot of money."

"Cool. So they can help buy lunch for those kids," she said with a smile. "And we will get a new computer lab."

"You will indeed," Olivia replied as she tucked Taylor in. "Now close those pretty eyes," she whispered taking off the child's glasses and laying them on the night stand beside the bed. "Sleep tight sweet girl."

"Good night mom, I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

Olivia kissed her daughter goodnight and made her way back to her bedroom. She pulled off her stockings and stepped out of her dress. She lowered herself into a nice hot bath to unwind a little before bed.