The first in a series of One Word One Shots. This one is for BensidyLove. Her original word was 'Skulls', but THANKFULLY, she changed it to 'Pizza'. So, I came up with this little diddy. Pardon me for turning Liv into the Hooker from Leaving Las Vegas momentarily. I saw that clip on Tumblr and HAD to use the line. It was just a must. This is set season one, so it's fetus Bensidy.
Olivia sat at her desk, looking through her files when Brian walked over to her. "Hey Liv, why don't we go grab something to eat? Everyone else left hours ago."
Olivia looked at the clock then up at Cassidy and she smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that Cassidy." She stood up and put her jacket on, looking at Brian, who she noticed was staring at her. "What?"
He shook his head. "Nothing, you have anywhere in mind?"
She shrugged. "There's a pizza place not far away. The pizza's better than sex."
"Really now?"
She smirked. "Well, better than any sex I've ever had."
"Well, I suppose I'll have to try the pizza and judge for myself, hmm?"
She smiled and looked into his eyes. "I suppose so." They walked out, Cassidy's hand grazing against her lower back, and down the street to the pizza shop. They walked in, side by side. Olivia walked up to the counter. "I'll have two slices of extra cheese, please," she said politely, smiling at the high schooler behind the counter.
He nodded and looked up at Cassidy. "And, for you, sir?"
"I'll have the same."
They grabbed a booth and Olivia looked over at him. "You ready to try the best pizza in the city?"
He smirked. "According to you."
"Oh no, when I tell you it's the best, I mean this is home-made tomato sauce, the freshest mozzarella cheese and the best olive oil you've ever had in your life. You think I'm kidding when I tell you it's better than sex?"
He smirked and saw the same high schooler who rang them up bring over their pizza. "Truth time." He picked up the pizza slice, folding it in half and taking a bite. "Oh my God," he mumbled, his mouth full of pizza.
She smiled and did the same, nodding. "Told you," she winked. "I've had some pretty decent sex in my day, and this tops it, hands down, bar none."
He raised an eyebrow. "Olivia Benson's a player, hmm?"
She shrugged. "I'm a red blooded American woman comfortable with her body, who enjoys the sweet release of an orgasm," she took another bite of her pizza and took a sip of her soda.
Cassidy nearly choked on his pizza at her words. He took a sip of his soda and looked up at her. "Dear God, Liv."
"Hey, Olivia Benson isn't as much of a prude as you'd think."
"And you say this pizza is better than sex?"
She shrugged and continued eating, looking at him with flirtatious eyes. She couldn't lie, she was drawn to Brian Cassidy, and though every cell in her brain screamed at her not to give in to the urges, her heart was screaming back to give it a chance. What was the worst that could possibly happen? "Have nothing to compare it to, Cassidy?"
His eyes narrowed, but he saw she was teasing. "Plenty, just none as good as this pizza," he smirked, taking another bite.
"I rest my case."
"So, did you have any plans for the rest of the night?"
"Oh, you know the usual, home to listen to some soft jazz and maybe read a book."
He looked into her eyes. "Soft jazz? Romancing yourself tonight, Detective?"
A sly smirk stretched across her face. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
"And, just how am I supposed to find that out?"
She ripped a piece of crust off. "You're a detective, I'm sure you can figure it out." She winked and popped the crust in her mouth, a small moan escaping her lips.
"You're torturing me, Benson."
"Do something about it, Cassidy."
"Finish your pizza, and maybe I will." They finished their pizza rather quickly. She stood up and brought her plate to the garbage and walked over to the counter to pay. He walked up behind her and handed the teen enough money to cover their pizza and a tip. "It's on me," he whispered in her ear.
She gasped and closed her eyes. She turned to see just how close he was. "Night cap?"
He smirked and leaned in. "As long as my night cap is you."
She almost lost it right there. She took his hand in hers and looked into his eyes, nodding slightly. They walked out of the pizza place and hailed a cab. She gave the cabbie her address and when they arrived she slid out, opening the door to her apartment building and pushing the button for the elevator. Brian stood next to her, his hand on her lower back. Once the elevator doors opened, she stepped in and hit the button for the fourth floor. As soon as the doors closed she felt the cool metal wall against her back and she gasped, kissing him passionately.
The elevator dinged open and she gently pushed his chest, taking his hand and pulling him towards her apartment. She unlocked her door and quickly pulled him inside. She looked up into his eyes, her chest heaving. "Hi," she whispered.
He smiled and caressed her face. "Hi," he whispered back. He let his lips dance over hers and she let out a groan, sliding his jacket off his shoulders.
She played with his tie and smirked. "You ready to find out if that pizza really is better than sex?"
He smirked. "If you're ready to prove yourself wrong."
She bit her bottom lip and walked her fingers up his chest. "I have faith in you, Bri," she whispered seductively.
He pushed her against the wall. "You want me to fuck you right up against this wall, or shall we take it in the bedroom?"
She groaned and let her head fall back. "God, you're driving me crazy, Bri."
He smirked and untucked her shirt from her pants, ripping her shirt open, sending buttons flying across her living room. "Allow me to continue, but you still need to answer my question, against the wall or in the bed?"
She closed her eyes. "Follow me." She took his hand and led him into her bedroom, shedding her shirt in the process. She felt him come up behind her and wrap his arms around her. His lips attached to her neck, gently suckling on the skin. She groaned and pushed her hips back against his, grinding into him.
"Fuck, Liv."
She smiled and turned in his arms. "Gladly," she whispered. She took his tie off and threw it to the side, taking his shirt and ripped it open, mesmerized by is bare skin, running her fingers over his chest, in awe of him. "You're so sexy," she whispered, placing open mouthed kisses on his neck and chest.
Their hands went to work on the other's belt and pants, each of them sliding the offending material off of the other. Once they were left in their underwear he pulled away from her lips and looked at her body. "You're so sexy. I want to feel you."
She smirked and pushed him back on the bed and crawled up next to him, kneeling beside him and kissing him passionately, slipping her hand into his boxers. She broke the kiss and let out a moan. "You make me really hot, Bri," she whined in his ear.
He groaned and closed his eyes. "Oh, God, Liv."
"Let me take care of you," she whispered, her hand stroking his hardened length. She watched his face as she stroked him. She let him go and took his boxers off, kneeling between his legs. She saw the scar on his inner thigh; she leaned in and placed multiple soft kisses on it. She looked up at him. "Tell me what you want, Bri," she whispered, his nails gently scratching his inner thighs.
"You," he managed to choke out.
She smiled. "Ah, but how do you want me? You want me to ride you?"
He sat up and slid his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her to him as he laid back, kissing her passionately. She smirked against his lips and straddled him, starting to grind her hips into his, the friction of the lace that covered her most sensitive area rubbing against her soft skin was enough to drive her wild. She moaned. He broke the kiss. "Fuck me, Liv."
She climbed off of him and pushed her panties off her hips, lying back to discard them on her bedroom floor. She got back up on her knees and looked into his eyes as her hands reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She saw his eyes follow the straps as the fell down her arms. She threw the bra off to the side and climbed back over him, kissing him again, straddling his hips again. "You ready, Bri?"
He let his hands run up her back. "More than, how about you, Liv?" he asked in a whisper, his fingers finding her clit, starting to rub it.
She gasped and arched her back. "Oh God," she threw her head back, grinding into him, teasing him. She took him in her hand and sunk onto his dick, gasping when he stretched her. "Mm," she closed her eyes.
Brian seethed, his head pressing harder into the pillow. "Oh, shit, Liv. You're so fucking tight."
She opened her eyes and looked into his, her usually chocolate brown eyes were now the color of espresso, darkened in lust. "You like it? You like how your dick feels in my pussy?"
He groaned and gripped her hair, pulling her closer to him. "You're too fucking sexy for words."
She let out a breath and groaned as she started to ride him, his dick filling her completely. "Ooh, Bri!" she gasped. She felt his hand slip between them and start to rub her clit. She moaned and buried her head in the crook of his neck, her mouth open in a silent scream. "Oh, God, baby yes!"
He groaned and moved his hips in rhythm with hers. His hand tangled in her hair, gently gripping it. "Fuck yeah, Liv." He felt her biting on his shoulder and he groaned. He felt her starting to move faster, her walls starting to milk him. "You gonna come for me?"
She let out a whiney moan and ground harder into him. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed, feeling her orgasm take over her body.
He let out a growl in her ear and flipped them over, starting to thrust fast and hard into her, her eyes shooting open and her back arching. He smirked and kissed her neck. "You feel so good, baby. Oh, I'm so close, you want me to come inside you?"
She gasped and let out a whiney, "Yes, baby, please!"
He grunted and bit on her pulse point, feeling her muscles contract around him again, this time they had his dick in a vise grip, stilling him inside her, which did him in, he let out a groan and released inside of her, feeling her hips still sporadically moving as she rode out her orgasm. His lips attached to hers as he thrust inside of her a few more times. When they finished he looked into her eyes caressing her face. "Wow," he whispered.
She grinned and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him, letting out a groan of protest when he slipped out of her. She broke the kiss. "Stay?"
He looked into her eyes. "Absolutely," he smiled and kissed her softly. He covered them with the blankets and gently caressed her skin. She snuggled up closer to him and she placed soft, chaste kisses on his chest.
"I noticed… you have a scar on your inner thigh, your left leg. What happened?"
He looked down at her. "You're very observant."
She shrugged. "I'm a detective, comes with the territory, now spill."
He chuckled. "When I was a uni, out walking the beat, went after a junkie and bastard knifed me. Lost so much blood I almost died."
She looked up at him and gently caressed his face. "I'm glad you didn't."
"Didn't what?"
"Die." She rested her head on his chest. "I have scars too, mine aren't as noticeable anymore, I've done a lot to get rid of them. Just the one, I can't seem to make fade."
"Where?" Brian asked gently.
Olivia looked at him and took a deep breath. She sat up and turned her back to him. And right there on her shoulder blade was an angry red scar. She felt him caress it and she closed her eyes. "My mom was a drunk, I'm a constant reminder of the worst day of her life. Our relationship has gotten better since she sobered up, but it never seems to last long, and I always wind up having to stop talking to her again. She always goes back out."
He kissed the scar. "She took your wings."
She furrowed her brow and turned to face him. "What are you talking about?"
"You truly being an angel. An angel that is now stuck on earth because her wings were stolen from her."
She smiled sadly. "I never had a chance," she whispered. She laid back and moved against him, her eyes closing.
He gently caressed the skin of her arm. "You're here, aren't you?"
She smiled and nodded. "I guess so."
He looked down at her and leaned in and whispered. "Still think that pizza is better than sex?"
She chuckled and looked up at him. "Mm, with you? No. Sex with you is better than any pizza."
A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it. Please review here or on Twitter. UnbrokenBarista. Have a word you want me to turn into a one shot like this? Send it in the review! Stay tuned for more!
