So, after 3 little stories, I'm inspired. In stead of more one-shots I will write a series of chapters with a hint of a story in them from now on. The chapters will all be smutty, so get ready :)

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2.

Olivia was wide awake and was staring at the ceiling. How could they have let things get this far? She sighed. That was a stupid question. Because they had wanted it. Had wanted each others' bodies to fulfill a need. To fill a void in their lives. But it was becoming something. Something more.

Was she falling in love with him? She didn't think so. Mike was a nice man. Dependable. Strong. Dedicated to the truth. He was just like her, with a few distinguishing attributes that she'd come to appreciate immensely. One in particular. She wasn't going to call it love, but it was becoming an addiction. She was getting hooked on his body.

At first, they had used sex to relieve tension. Twice. But the third time, if she was being completely honest, they had looked for an excuse to do it again. They were still looking for excuses but who were they kidding?

She glanced at the man who was lying next to her. He was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the turmoil in her head for now. But he knew. He was most likely coming to the same conclusions she was. They were getting hooked on each other. She thought back to how they'd gotten where they were tonight. In her bed, together.

They were in trouble alright. This was the third time they'd had sex at the station. She was the head of the sex crimes unit, for crying out loud. How could she let herself go like that? After the first time, they'd had a comfortable understanding. No problem. After the second time, she'd feel something stirring in her body from time to time when he was near. And she'd see a look in his eyes sometimes that told her he was thinking about it too. Now, after the third time, they would actually have to talk about it. But she needed to get home. John Munch was watching Noah for her, and she couldn't expect him to give a toddler a bath and put him to bed. So they got dressed quickly and she wanted to rush out of the file room.

Mike stopped her at the door.

"We have to talk, Olivia," he said seriously.

"I know," she replied, "but I ..."

"Yeah, you have to get home. I know. So when?"

"Can you come over around ten? Noah should be fast asleep by then."

Mike nodded and she gave him a small smile before rushing out the door to get home.

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She'd taken a shower and had changed into black leggings and a comfortable grey hooded sweatshirt. She was nervous as hell and literally jumped when she heard a soft knock on her door at 10.02 PM. She let Mike in quickly and locked the door behind him. He had changed too, and was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt now, and a nice black leather jacket which he took of and tossed on a chair. She motioned to her couch and grabbed two beers from the fridge. She needed something to hold in her hands and maybe a beer would make her less jittery. Jumping each other was a lot easier than sitting down to talk about it. What could they really say about it? She waited for Mike to speak, hoping he would be able to start a sensible conversation. But he was as lost as she was, and they drank their beers in silence, sitting next to each other on the couch. Mike was leaning forward, his elbows on his thighs, and Olivia was leaning backwards, looking up at the ceiling of her living room.

When Mike finished his beer, he looked at her over his shoulder. Olivia lifted her head from the backrest to look at him.

"So now what?" she said, finally breaking the silence.

"I don't know Olivia," Mike replied, "but we can't go on like this, can we?"

She was suddenly afraid he was going to break things off and tell her it wouldn't happen again. It would be the right thing to do, but was that what she wanted? And was it what he wanted? She breathed a sigh of relief when Mike added,

"Although I'd like to. Very much."

She nodded and put her beer bottle on the coffee table.

"Me too," she admitted softly.

They looked into each others' eyes, their faces now very close. Olivia didn't know who started it, but within seconds their lips were mashed together, their tongues tangling, their arms reaching and hands clawing at each others' bodies and clothes. She was on top at first, so she guessed she had made the biggest move. His hands were up her sweatshirt, undoing her bra while she was devouring his mouth with hers. Once her shirt and bra were gone, Mike sat up, taking her with him and she got rid of his t-shirt quickly. He was on top then, caressing her breast and thigh, kissing her passionately again while she pulled him closer with her arms and legs.

In a brief moment of clarity, she managed to croak 'bedroom' and 'Noah' and Mike understood. He got up and took her hand, and they sprinted to her bedroom like two horny teenagers. Once inside, the Lieutenant pinned her Sergeant to the door and pressed her half-naked body into his while kissing him again. Mike pushed her backwards gently until she started moving backwards to the bed with him. She sat down on the bed, looking up at Mike. He kneeled in front of her and she leaned back on her elbows so he could take her leggings and panties off her. She sat up to reach for his jeans but he stopped her, taking her hands in his and setting them next to her on the bed gently. She held her breath when Mike spread her legs and scooted closer to her.

"I want to taste you again," he said softly, and the tone of his voice went straight to her already throbbing core. "And I want to take my time this time."

Olivia wasn't going to complain and she let herself drop on her back on the bed. Mike wrapped his strong hands around her calves and pulled her towards him until her butt was resting on the edge of the bed, giving him all the space he needed to taste her again. She was already gushing when she felt his hot breath against her most sensitive skin, and her body jolted when she felt his lips brush against her. When he added his tongue and licked her slowly up and down a few times, she groaned loudly. She put her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound. If Noah were to wake up and walk in on them ... she couldn't even think about it.

Mike wrapped his arms around her thighs and sought out her most sensitive little nub with his tongue. Olivia gasped when he sucked it between his lips and swirled his tongue over and around it a few times before releasing it. Flashes of pleasure were already ripping through her lower half and she moaned softly when his tongue flicked over her clit once more before finding her hot entrance and dipping inside. Her hips bucked up and she felt Mike's grip on her thighs get tighter. He held her in place while pushing his tongue inside her again, much deeper this time. Olivia started panting, feeling the burn in her belly become almost unbearable already. She really needed him inside her now and sighed his name.

"Mike ... please ..."

His low voice vibrated against her tender skin when he replied,

"No."

She shivered and wasn't sure if she should be disappointed or not. She wanted his big manhood inside her but what he was doing to her body now was delicious as well. She felt his teeth scraping her flesh then, and bucked up again, pressing herself against his face. He moaned as well, and placed his hot mouth over her clit again, sucking it gently and making Olivia yelp softly. As he continued licking, sucking and teasing her, Olivia was losing control rapidly. She grabbed her own breasts, kneading them as she arched her back, clamping her legs around his strong arms and pushing herself into his face even more.

Mike was eating her up, literally, lapping at her as if his life depended on it and plunging his tongue into her core as far as he possibly could. Olivia's hips had started moving on their own accord and Mike matched her pace as he pushed her to the brink of ecstasy. Olivia panted and moaned as she felt the inevitable outcome of their actions approach.

"Mike ..." she sighed again and this time he answered positively.

"Yeah Liv. Let go."

She needed no more encouragement and groaned when he pushed his tongue inside her once more and then licked his way up quickly to her clit to tease it with his tongue one last time. She gasped when her orgasm started and moaned loudly when it hit her full force, ripping through her lower half and then spreading like wildfire until her entire body was shaking with pleasure. She was still bucking up and Mike held his hot, open mouth against her sensitive flesh, his eyes closed and his chest heaving, receiving all she was giving him back and lapping it up like it was his favorite ice cream.

When her body stilled at last, Mike placed gentle kisses on her sensitive, soft flesh before moving to lay down next to her on the bed. Olivia rolled over to him, squeezing her legs together to hold on to her bliss a little longer, and wrapped an arm around him. He kissed her softly and she moaned again when she tasted herself on his lips. Mike's hand caressed her face as he deepened the kiss and she kissed him back lazily, still floating down slowly from her high. When Mike released her lips, he kissed his way down her neck and then her chest and breasts. Olivia sighed, trying very hard not to think of what this might mean. Mike lifted his head and looked into her eyes, caressing her cheek again with his hand.

Olivia smiled up at him.

"I don't have words for that," she admitted and Mike grinned.

"You're welcome," he said with a smile and kissed her softly again.

This wasn't just lust. He was being so kind. So tender. So ... dare she think it? So loving. And they still hadn't talked.

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