Yes, this is my third smutty Doddson one (two? three?) shot because ... well, did you see Fashionable Crimes on May 4th? How could I NOT write this after that? If you haven't read the first two, please do so for maximum effect :))

Dedicated to guest reviewer Nicole ;)

As in all my stories, underlined print are direct quotes from the show, which I obviously don't own. Dick Wolf and NBC do.

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Mike Dodds had really surprised Olivia today. He realized who the killer of their rape suspect was, because he had a younger brother who always got into trouble and he would have to bail him out. They interviewed the older brother and his wife and she liked the way they worked them together, picking up on each others' thoughts and taking over the interview just at the right moments. It was actually fun, and exhilarating. He reminded her of her former partner once again, and of those two times that she had clicked with Mike in a very different way. Mike hadn't been as intense as Elliot used to be during interviews, but he had this quiet strength about him that was quite appealing.

When the spouses both confessed to killing the man, it was Mike again who knew for a fact that the fashion designer had killed his brother.

"He did it. That look on Alvin's face right before he got shot ... I know that look," Mike said, standing next to Olivia at the window of the interrogation room. Olivia knew what he meant.

After Rollins, Carisi and Barba left, she asked him,

"So that story you told Benno about your brother...?"

"It wasn't a story."

He sounded defeated and she watched him walk towards the coffee corner with his head down. Everyone was wrapping up for the day and Olivia wished them a good evening one by one. Fin told her not to let the old man wait too long for her, referring to John Munch, who was watching Noah for her. She told Fin she would be going home soon, and with a nod and a wink, Fin was off too. She joined Mike at the coffee maker and put a hand on his upper arm.

"Are you okay, Sergeant?" she asked him softly.

Mike put down his coffee and shrugged.

"I'm fine. I'm used to picking up after my brother. So now I guess I have to ask you not to tell my father either."

The mention of Chief Dodds hung between them for a few seconds. After his last try at the station, Dodds Senior had called her once and had asked her to come to his office once as well. She wasn't sure how more obvious she could make it that she wasn't interested in him romantically.

"You know he asked me about you the other day?" Mike said out of the blue.

"Who? Your father?"

Her voice had a panicked edge to it that she hadn't expected. Mike nodded.

"What did you tell him?" she whispered, glancing around to make sure they were really alone in the squad room.

Mike's face finally relaxed a little and the corners of his mouth tugged up when he told her,

"He asked me if I knew if you were seeing someone. So I told him that I believe you are, only that you're not ready to disclose yet."

Olivia moved closer to Mike, still worried that someone might overhear them.

"What did he say?" she asked softly.

"Well, he obviously didn't like it and started guessing who it could be."

"And?"

"I told him it was a woman."

Olivia put her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter.

"Yeah, that should get him off your back, I figured," Mike said, grinning widely.

"Thank you Sergeant," Olivia said, smiling at him while she put a hand on his back.

"You're welcome, Lieutenant," Mike said, putting his hand on her back in return.

The way he called her Lieutenant and the feeling of his warm hand on her lower back woke up the butterflies in her stomach. And the ones further south as well. She looked up at Mike and could see in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing. He leaned in to kiss her and she didn't stop him. They glanced around again but they were really alone. Still, someone could walk in any minute so this was hardly the place to start a make-out session, or something more. Olivia straightened her shoulders and cleared her throat, thinking briefly that they really shouldn't make a habit of this. But she was already trying to come up with a suitable location to take things further. They were both single, consenting adults after all, so who cared?

"I should ehm ... get these old files out of the way," Mike said with a hoarse voice.

Olivia nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, I'll ... I'll do some cleaning up myself before I go home."

Mike scurried off with a few files tucked under his arm, and Olivia followed him a minute later. As soon as the door of the file room closed behind her, Mike shoved a chair under the doorknob, making sure they would not be interrupted. They stood four feet apart in the dimly lit room, facing each other, and looked at each other for a few seconds. Their faces were tense, as if they were asking each other without words if they were really doing this again. Then Mike reached for his tie, loosened it and pulled it off over his head, tossing it to the floor.

Olivia followed his lead, taking off her jacket and throwing it on top of his tie. His jacket followed immediately and then he started unbuttoning his white shirt. Her blouse didn't have any buttons, so she pulled it out of her black slacks and whipped it over her head, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes. She then waited while Mike finished unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. They both stayed exactly where they were while stripping off the rest of their clothes, until they were both down to one last piece of underwear. His being a pair of black boxer briefs, hers a black lace thong.

Mike licked his lips as he took in the sight before him, and finally moved towards her to grab her bare breast with one hand and pull her close to him with the other hand behind her neck. Olivia moaned when he kissed her fiercely, their tongues starting a tango, and she raked her finger nails across Mike's bare back. Mike turned them around and pushed her backwards until her thighs hit the big metal table in the middle of the room. She spread her legs automatically when he lifted her up to set her on the table, and wrapped her legs around his as soon as she was sitting. Mike broke off their kiss to find the soft skin of her neck with his mouth, and moved both hands to her breasts, squeezing and massaging them until Olivia moaned loudly again.

She reached for his boxer briefs, sliding her hands inside to cup his sexy ass, and pulled him flush against her throbbing core. He was rock-hard already, like she knew he would be. This young man was so good for her sex drive and he made her feel young and adventurous again. She kissed his chest as her hands moved to his front. She wrapped one hand around his impressive member and squeezed until he moaned as well. She gasped when Mike suddenly pushed her down onto the cold surface of the table but she didn't protest. He reached for her thong and she lifted her hips one by one so he could take it off and slide it down her legs. Once she was completely naked, she sat up again to help him take off his last piece of clothing. She would never get used to seeing the size of him, and was still amazed that he actually fit inside her.

When he was naked as well, he pulled her up from the table, and turned her around. His warm body was a stark contrast to the cold metal surface she'd just been lying on and she leaned back against his chest as his hands caressed her body. He cupped her breasts again and kissed her neck until she turned her head so he could kiss her on the lips. One of his hands drifted down until his warm fingers found the wetness that was already pooling between her legs. Olivia moaned into his mouth and could feel him smile. Cocky bastard.

She decided two could play that game and reached behind her until she could wrap her hand around his erect member again. He released her lips then and took a deep breath. Olivia started pumping him and she could feel him getting even harder in her hand. His fingers found her little nub of pleasure and he started teasing it, drawing circles around it quicker and quicker, until she thought she could come right now. He suddenly pulled his hands away from her completely and took a step back so she had to release him, leaving her in an agonizing state of arousal and lust.

"Noooo," she whined, looking behind her, but Mike seemed to have a plan.

He put his hands on her shoulders and smoothed them down her arms until he could wrap them around her wrists. He nudged her with his hips then to move forward until she was standing against the table, and leaned his chest against her back while moving her arms forward. Olivia bent over the table until her breasts hit the cold metal surface. Mike spread her arms and helped her to wrap her hands around the edges of the table. He whispered against the back of her head,

"Is this okay, Lieutenant?"

She was so turned on that she could hardly speak. She was naked, bent over a table with a naked man behind her who was built like a Greek god. What on earth would not be okay about that? She managed to hiss a soft 'yes' and Mike moved back, caressing her back and ass as he stood up. He pushed his hips against her bare ass once, and then stepped away from her.

Olivia couldn't move. She was throbbing with anticipation and when she heard rustling behind her, she knew he was getting a condom and putting it on. It was another reason why she trusted this man so much. When he came up behind her again, she felt his fingers brush her wetness again and she let out a soft shriek. What she hadn't expected was the warmth she felt after that. Was that his mouth?

"Oh my God," she sighed, peeking over her shoulder to find Mike kneeling behind her.

She felt his tongue flick around her clit and she yelped in excitement. He was lapping and sucking now, groaning as he tasted her and Olivia was holding on to the table for dear life. She was panting and moaning, clinging to the table and trying not to scream in pleasure.

Then suddenly, his mouth was gone. She was tingling all over, so ready to come, and then he thrust into her from behind in one powerful movement. She screamed loudly then, pain and pleasure coming together once again as he penetrated her deeply. Mike grunted, pulled out of her almost all the way and then slammed into her again. Olivia screamed again, her body adjusting to his impressive size and gripping him tightly. Mike repeated the movement, plunging into her even deeper and squeezing her hips so tight she was sure she would have bruises the next day. But she didn't care. It was worth it. This was worth it, to feel him slamming into her, over and over and over again. They gasped, moaned and groaned, and all Olivia could do was hold on while she was being fucked from behind by her Sergeant.

Mike was picking up speed, hitting all the right spots and the need for release was building deep inside her. She could feel him get even bigger and harder inside her and she knew he was close as well. His grunts became louder and she answered each thrust with a "yes".

"Liv, I'm ..."

"Yes!"

"I'm gonna ..."

"Yes!"

"Oooh!"

"Yes!"

"Ah ah!"

"Yes!"

Mike came with a loud groan, stilling inside her for a split second and then trusting into her even faster, prolonging his own release while triggering hers. Olivia gasped when her orgasm hit her, and then let out a long moan as the waves of pleasure tore through her body. He was still moving inside her, caressing the sensitive spots deep inside her with his tip as they rode out their orgasms together. Mike slumped over her and peppered her back with small kisses as they caught their breaths. He was still inside her, and even though her hips were sore and her breasts were cold, she wished they could stay like this forever. No one had ever filled her up like this.

She let out a soft sound of disappointment when he slipped out of her slowly after a minute and Mike laughed softly. He helped her stand up and pulled her against his warm chest. She put a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly, trying to ignore the little voice inside her head that was saying this was becoming more than just casual sex. Mike kissed her back, deepening the kiss and caressing her back tenderly. Kissing after sex was not casual. Olivia let her hands slide down from his shoulders until she could wrap them around his waist. They broke off the kiss and she sighed. She kissed his shoulder and his chest and then Mike sighed.

"Everything okay, Sergeant?" Olivia asked him softly.

"Honestly, Lieutenant?" he replied, and she looked up to look into his eyes.

"Sergeant?"

"I think we're in trouble."

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A/N:

Dun dun!

Leaving this one open for a sequel, just in case. Leave your thoughts in the box below!