Elliot: We own everything. All the characters, the settings, the-
Olivia: Shut up, Elliot, don't confuse the readers! The author owns nothing but the plot and this is a repost of the original story 'Mistake for Life' since the first edition, um... well…
Elliot: Sucked. Hard. Like unbelievably hard. But the author improved it, you have my word!
Olivia awoke with a splitting head and her stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots. She could see the bright early morning light through her lids and she winced as she slowly opened them, putting a hand over them to shield her eyes from the vivid sun even further. When she finally had the strength to remove her protection she felt her heart jump in her throat for two reasons. One, as hard as she tried she couldn't remember a thing that had happened last night after she got to the bar with her colleagues, and two;
She had no idea where the hell she was.
It was a bedroom that was far beyond her means as a Grade 2 detective with soft spotless dark blue carpet covering the floor, a cherry red bedside stand with a dark red stained glass lamp that appeared to be worth more than all of her lighting displays put together standing on top of it, and a painting of a woman from the early 1900's in a decretive gold frames as tall as a full grown man hung on the beautifully painted walls that was the same shade as the carpet.
Olivia swallowed hard as she closed her eyes as she slowly reached down with a shaking hand and felt between her legs, cringing when she felt that tell tale wetness and aching pain between her legs. Whatever had happened during the night one thing was absolutely positive; Olivia had had sex with someone huge and she had a lot of it…
Fighting back nausea that came with some unknown man pushing into her she threw the heavy down comforter off of her and went to sit up when another heart stopping realization dawned on her.
Someone strong had their arm wrapped tight around her waist and wasn't letting go…
Olivia felt her panic mount to an even higher level as she slowly turned towards her captor, expecting some ugly sleaze of a 'man' who she would never even dream of having a relationship with otherwise.
The only thing she got wrong about her bedside mate was the ugly part…
Olivia couldn't help it. It was far too disturbing to her to even be in the same room alone with this monster let alone in his bed with him spooning her like she was his lover. She screamed.
"Whasgoinon?" Trevor Langan slurred as his eyes opened just a fraction, letting out a monstrous yawn.
When he caught sight of Olivia he gave her a tired smile before realization dawned on him and he screamed in terror as well.
"What the hell is going on?" he shouted as he and Olivia struggled to get out of the bed and the mess of sheets and blankets they were tangled in.
"How should I know?" Olivia yelled back as she and Trevor finally managed to make it out of the bed, each of them grabbing and fighting for the same white silk sheet to cover one another up.
"Give me the sheet!" Olivia barked as she wrenched it from his grasp and hastily wrapped the covering around her. Trevor quickly grabbed one of the pillows and held it in front of him as Olivia glared icily at him.
"What the hell did you do to me?" Olivia demanded as he pulled the sheet around her body tighter.
Trevor scoffed like she had just told him he had three heads and stared crossly at her. "'What did I do to you?'" He repeated her question as if it was the most asinine thing he had ever been asked. "What the hell did YOU do to ME?"
"ME?" Olivia screeched, her voice several octaves higher than usual. "I didn't do anything to you, you ass!"
Trevor gave her a cross glare before he sat on his bed and bowed his head. "This is bad, this is so bad..." he grumbled as he put his head in his hands.
"Bad? Bad would be looking GOOD right now! This is a catastrophe!" Olivia snapped as she too sat on the bed, facing the opposite wall as him.
After several moments of extremely tense uncomfortable silence Trevor cleared his throat and turned just a hair of a fraction to look back at her. "So… was I good?"
Olivia simply turned and stared at him for a long moment. "Really?"
Trevor shrugged as if he had said something innocent. "Well that's usually the first thing you ask after you get done with sex and I gotta tell you, Benson, most of the women I've been with answer with everything from 'hell yes' to 'you're a God, do me right here right now'."
"Congratulations, you finally… met a woman with actual standards."
Trevor narrowed his eyes irately at her. "That was low, Benson."
"I don't care, and no, you probably weren't."
Trevor glared at her again but kept his opinions about his love making to himself as he turned back towards his side of the room. After another long moment Trevor cleared his throat once more. "So… I mean are we allowed to talk about this or-."
"NO!" Olivia interrupted, furious he would even consider letting anyone know about their late night rendezvous. "Don't speak about it to anyone, don't write about it, and don't even think about it! Alright we can't tell ANYONE about this, do you understand? Not a single living soul! No scratch that, not even a dead soul can know about this!"
"Alright, alright!" Trevor snapped as he held his hands up in mock defeat. "God, relax yourself a little bit!"
This time it was Olivia's turn to glare. "Bottom line; you tell anyone, and I will personally hunt you down and cut off your head, and no, I'm NOT talking about the one with that minute brain in it!"
Trevor simply shrugged and smirked at the glowering Detective. "Is this how you treat all your dates?"
"You are not my date! You are someone I had a night of probably boring short lived, uninteresting sex with!" Olivia argued as she stood up from the bed and began to search for her clothes.
Trevor got up from the bed as well before he easily found his boxers at the foot of the bed. He pulled them on before he began to silently help her search.
He got down and searched under the bed and swallowed hard when he spotted an empty bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup.
"Find anything?" Olivia asked as she finally found spotted her jeans behind the headboard.
Trevor dropped the empty container and shook his head. "Um, no," he muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You get anything?"
"Everything but my shirt," she said with a heavy sigh as she glanced at the clock on his bedside table. "And I'm already late for work."
Trevor went over to his drawer and pulled out a plain white T-shirt. "Here," he told her as he tossed her the shirt and she easily caught it. "The size runs small so it shouldn't be that big on you. Well… You won't be swimming in it in any case."
Olivia offered him a half assed smile that looked more like a grimace than anything. "Thanks."
There was another long awkward moment before Olivia gratefully broke it. "Uh, where's your bathroom?"
Trevor pointed to a closed door on the side she had been staring at. "Right through there."
With another ill at ease 'thanks' Olivia headed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, ignoring the low whistle that Trevor gave when the sun shone just right on the sheet making the thin material see through.
When she had the door shut safely behind her Olivia leaned up against the wall and felt tears well in her eyes.
"No," she told herself as she wiped away the badges of cowardice. "You will not cry over this. It happens all the time to women."
"Not with a Defense Attorney who hates you!" she argued with herself.
Olivia sand down to the floor and took several shuddering deep breaths that she tried to hide by covering her mouth up with her hand.
He was going to tell everyone. She knew it. He would become the God of a man who managed to score with the sex cop prude Olivia Benson and she would simply be known as another slut who spread her legs for him.
His reputation would soar while hers, the one she had struggled to gain from her male colleagues, plummeted and there wouldn't be a damn thing she would be able to do about it…
Olivia's eyes closed as two tears fell down her face. She hastily wiped them away with the back of her hand before she stood up and began to get dressed, wincing at the pain that Trevor had unknowingly, or at least she prayed it was unknowingly, caused her.
Once she was finished she splashed some cold water on her face to lessen the appearance of her tears before she headed out into the main room and saw Trevor making coffee still only clad in his boxer shorts.
He turned back towards her and gave her a timid smile. "I figured we could use some coffee," he announced as he held up an empty mug.
"No thank you. I gotta go. You know, get to work," she told him unable to turn away from his well built six pack abs.
"Not bad," she thought as he turned around again to finish making the coffee.
"Really REALLY not bad," she thought once more this time staring at his ass. Trevor turned again just in time to see Olivia divert her eyes towards anything else but him.
He smirked at her but never the less remained silent about catching her staring at him. The lawyer held up his own mug of steaming hot coffee. "You sure you don't want some?"
Olivia declined politely again and grabbed her jacket, her phone, purse and, to her extreme joy, her gun belt with her cuffs, gun, and badge attached to the inexpensive leather, from the island in the kitchen. She offered another embarrassed grin, told him goodbye, and headed for the door.
"Hey, Benson," Trevor called out to her making her turn back towards him. He walked up to her and gave her a sincere smile. "I know how much your reputation means to you and what could happen if this got out so no one will hear about it, at least not from me."
Olivia breathed a sigh of relief and for the first time this morning a genuine smile graced her lips. "Thank you, Trevor. That means a lot to me."
He nodded then cleared his throat as a timid blush broke out against his skin. "So do you mind if I ask you something?"
"What?"
"I've always wondered something about and figured that now would be the best time to ask. Um… what's your size?
She narrowed her eyes in confusion. "I'm sorry, my what?"
"You know… your size. I always guessed you were a C cup. But now that I've actually seen you without a shirt I'm going with D."
Olivia glared harshly at him, all previous nice sentiments she was thinking about, as small as they were, flying out the window. "You're a disgusting prick!" she snapped before she turned on her heel and left his loft slamming the door behind her.
As she made her way towards the elevator Trevor's door opened and he called out for her to stop once more.
With a heavy sigh she turned towards him. "What do you want?" she asked with an air of annoyance.
"You grabbed my phone," he told her as he held out her white IPhone. Olivia pulled Trevor's phone out of her pocket and handed it to him. "Thanks," she told him as she grabbed her own phone.
"By the way, Stabler called."
"What?" she yelled as she put the thin phone to her ear. "Benson," she answered once more glaring at Trevor who shrugged and threw his hands in the air as if to tell her 'I didn't do anything!'
"Who the hell was that and where are you?" Elliot demanded sharply.
Olivia sighed and ran her hand through her disheveled hair, cringing in disgust when she felt something sticky forming a knot in her usually silky smooth locks. "I know I'm late but my cable guy came early and I had to be here while he fixed it, he couldn't come back another time. I must have grabbed his phone by mistake."
"Well Cragen's pissed and you're gonna have to deal with him later but right now we got a case at nineteenth and seventy, building 67, apartment 5H."
"I'll be right there," she promised before she hung up her phone and turned towards Trevor. She hung up the phone and looked at Trevor. "Thanks for the phone," she told him as she turned around to leave the building once more.
Trevor reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her back towards him. "Wait, Liv I-."
"Don't call me Liv!" she snapped crossly.
"Fine, Benson. But I was wonder what are we gonna do when we see each other at work?"
"I'll hate you and- oh wait sorry; I'll still hate you and you'll continue to defend child molesters and rapist who ruins women and children's lives."
Trevor ignored her cruel remarks and instead sighed and nodded. "So we pretend this never happened?"
"Right. Now if you excuse me I got to get to work and I'm sure you have dozens of pedophiles to get back on the street."
Without another word she walked off leaving Trevor alone in the abandoned hallway. He watched her walk away before he headed back inside his apartment shutting the door behind him. Trevor called his secretary, told her he was far too ill to come in today, silently thanking God he didn't have any open cases at the moment, before he headed back into his bedroom.
He had just lain down on the bed when he noticed a faint red light blinking on top of his Blu-Ray player. Curiosity won out against his hangover and he went over to the light and experienced a very 'oh shit' realization dawned on him when he found the source;
An expensive camcorder pointed directly at the bed.
Trevor swallowed hard as a sweat dripped down his brow. Olivia would never know it existed and he would get rid of the tape after he watched it so no one else realized it either…
He hooked up the camcorder to his TV and he grabbed the remote before he sat on the bed, his heart pounding and his nerves frayed. He half expected Olivia to swoop in any moment and beat him senseless for not destroying it the moment he realized what they had done…
With a quick press of a few buttons at first all he saw was black but then he heard very familiar voices in the background.
"How, how the hell do you turn this stupid thing on?" Trevor heard himself slur.
"It is on, you jus' gotta take the stupid lens thingy off," an also heavily intoxicated Olivia told him. Real life Trevor breathed a sigh of relief. At least she had consented to the video tape…
The darkness was gone in a quick flash and he saw his wall before the camera was picked off by a stumbling hand and it was aimed at the bed where Olivia was lying down on the mattress with a cunning grin overtaking her face.
"Are you ready for your close up, Olivia?" Trevor on the TV asked playfully as he zoomed in on her still covered curves.
Olivia laughed, then got off the bed and stumbled over to him before the camera was set on the much sturdier Blu-Ray player. Trevor came into view, still dressed entirely, and went up to Olivia who eagerly kissed him and pressed her body tight against his.
Trevor chuckled as his hands reached down and pawed her tight ass. "You don't waste an- any time do you?"
"I actually like take my time with everything," she breathed with a heavy air of seduction as her hand trailed down and stroked the massive bulge in front of his jeans.
The Trevor sitting on the bed moaned softly and felt himself twitch as he watched her touch him. God she was a fucking knock out…
"Good," Trevor told her, his voice low and sultry as he kissed her once more before leading her to the bed. "I love girls who take their time."
Real life Trevor sighed as he watched himself lay Olivia down on the bed and climb on top of her. As much as he wanted to know what they had done the previous night, knowing that Olivia would never know, he couldn't do that to her. He knew she never would have consented to being taped having sec if she was sober. Hell he knew she never would have consented having sex with him PERIOD if she was sober and he knew enjoying what was on the tape would be the same as if he had taped her unbeknown to her in a sober state.
With a heavy sigh he turned off the TV hating his conscious more than anything right now…
He threw the remote down on the floor and easily fell asleep; dreaming about what the rest of the tape had on it…
Elliot: Haha!
Olivia: Don't say it!
Elliot: Fine… Haha, you slept with Trevor!
Olivia: Just stop alright? Please? Anyway, readers, please review. And also, no, the author did not steal this. It was her story originally just under a different pen name and if you go to the 'LivElRocks A Lot' profile you'll see proof she and this author are on in the same and it's impossible to steal your own stories.
Elliot: So to clarify, please review, but no 'you stole this!' reviews. Thank you.