This is the shortest one-shot I've ever written. The idea came to me as I did shots at a bar; came home and immediately wrote it down. I hope you enjoy short one-shots and Benoight puts a smile on your face.

"We are two adults, Voight, body shots aren't for us." Olivia said as she took her shirt off. "We'll end up breaking something."

"Just lay on the damn table, Benson."

"Yes, Sergeant."

The wood felt hard against her back as she laid down on the table. They had had a wonderful dinner and now they were back at Voight's place. She had jokingly suggested body shots instead of a nightcap, never expecting him to go along with it. But a sparkle popped in his eyes just imagining licking Benson's body. He was weak for her and would take any chance he had of feeling her soft skin under his.

"Ready?" He asked as his slowly dropped salt on her stomach.

"I don't think I'll ever be ready for this."

"Oh come on. Live a little." He used his tongue to lick the salt before he downed the tequila shot and bit hard on the piece of lemon. "Fuck! Tequila is stronger than what it used to be."

"Don't be such a baby." Olivia winked as she put the lemon in her mouth.

"You're into this already." Voight licked the salt off her stomach again, took a shot and kissed her passionately as he took the lemon from her mouth.

He spit the lemon on the floor and pressed his lips hard against hers as his hands roamed around her body. With the tip of his fingers, he slid her bra down before dropping salt between her breasts. Olivia shivered with his touch and closed her eyes as she whispered his name. Body shots was something she had never done before. Not one of the men who had walked in and out of her life had ever suggested such a thing. But that night it had been her idea. The thought of Voight's tongue on her body drove her crazy. His hands caressing every inch of her skin. His lips on her. She wanted all of him.

"My turn," she whispered as she took his shirt off and pushed him back on the table changing places with her. "Give me the bottle."

"Going wild, I see." He handed her the bottle. "Don't go too crazy, Benson; you have a flight to take tomorrow."

"It's Lieutenant and shut up." She drew a path with salt on his chest. "Ready or not here I go." Olivia licked the salt off as slowly as possible before she poured the tequila in her mouth. "Fuck!"

"That's why you bite the lemon, Lieutenant."

"Are you a body shots expert now?" She didn't look at him; she was too busy dropping salt on his body again.

"No, but I do know how to drink tequila." He wasn't done speaking when she pushed the lemon inside his mouth.

"Don't you ever shut up?"

Once again, he could feel her tongue licking the salt off his chest before quickly taking a sip of tequila. In the blink of an eye, she had her lips pressed hard against his fighting for the lemon. Drunk Olivia Benson meant spicy Benson. She would regularly fight for control but when she was drunk, she overpowered Voight in no time. He sat up on the table wrapping an arm around her as he used his free hand to pour tequila from the bottle on her breasts. Slowly, he licked it off before kissing her passionately.