Disclaimer: I don't own SVU, its characters, or anything else of importance.
Author's note: This is just going to be a cute, fun story, a teensy bit of smut, a little fluff, nothing too dramatic. Hope you liked the first chapter!
"First up," said Munch, "is good ol' truth or dare. Let's start with Casey and go around in a circle. Truth or dare, Case?"
"Hmmm….I'll start out with truth. Don't want it to get too crazy too quickly."
"Well," said Fin, "I have a truth for ALL the girls: if you had to fuck one of us, who would it be? Casey goes first."
"Dammit, Fin!" exclaimed Casey. "Well, if it was a one-time thing, definitely Elliot, because of his body."
"Obviously," muttered Munch, faking being annoyed. "Melinda, you next."
""Sorry, Elliot," said Melinda, "but it would be weird doing it with a guy who has had five children."
Elliot chuckled and said, "Aww, c'mon, Melinda."
Melinda continued, "And I'm kinda afraid that Munch would start screaming out random conspiracy theories in the middle…"
"You caught me," said Munch sarcastically.
"No wonder his wives divorced him!" chimed in Olivia, which was followed by hoots of laughter from everyone.
"So I guess that means Fin," Melinda finished. "Your turn, Olivia."
"Alright, alright," said Olivia, "I can't decide between Elliot and Fin. Fin is sweet, but Elliot has a hot body. However, Elliot has a wife and FIVE freaking children. It's a toss-up. You know what? I'll just say Munch, so he doesn't feel so bad."
"What," said Munch, "You're not afraid you'll break my bony ass?"
"Of course I'll break your bony ass, Munch, I'll break your frickin' bed."
"Whoa, there, cowgirl, TMI," responded Munch. "Save it for the foreplay."
"Okay," Elliot interrupted, "Your turn, Melinda: Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"I've got one!" shouted Casey, clearly already a little tipsy. "If you had to kiss me, Olivia, or a dead body, who would you kiss?"
"Dead body," Melinda responded immediately, followed by many gagging noises, "eww"s and "yuck"s.
"What?" she asked. "There's no awkwardness, and nobody would know you kissed them.
"Moving on!" announced Munch, shuddering slightly. "Olivia: Truth or Dare?"
"I'm gonna be crazy, and say dare!"
"Yes!" said Casey, "I was hoping you would say that! You have to do a strip tease to your bra and panties for Elliot, then give him a three minute lap dance-a good one- and then make out with him horizontally for at least a minute and a half."
"Oh my god, Casey," Olivia said, "I don't even want to know how long you've been imagining that. C'mon! Elliot's married!"
"Actually, Liv," Elliot piped in, "I've been meaning to tell you, but Kathy and I are over. For good this time. Our divorce was finalized last Tuesday." Elliot looked down sheepishly, trying to hide the fact that-married or not- he wanted a frickin' lap dance.
"Unless you're chicken…" Casey said.
That did it.
"Chicken!" Olivia exclaimed. "I'll show you chicken."
She undid her hair and started to sway from side to side. Olivia slowly, slowly undid the buttons on her vest and shook it off, earning whistles from Munch and Fin. She was now in front of Elliot, taking off her tank top and revealing her incredibly toned abs and lacy black bra filled with her D-cups. Elliot's smile was replaced by a look of awe, and Olivia smiled naughtily. She undid the button and the zipper on her jeans, and then slid her hands under her pants, sliding them off. Elliot's eyes bugged out, and they weren't the only thing bulging. Olivia was wearing a lacy, ruffled, black thong that matched her bra.
"Oh yeah!" said Munch, laughing hysterically, drunk out of his mind.
"Shut up, Munch," muttered Elliot, but his mind had wandered elsewhere, lingering on Olivia's giant boobs dangling in front of him.
"Time for the dance," squealed Casey, who brought in a folding chair and commanded Elliot to sit on it.
Olivia, turned so that Elliot could see her butt, swung her hips from side to side and ran her hands down the length of her body. This almost made Elliot drool with anticipation. Olivia turned around and shimmied up and down, shaking her boobs in his face and sat in his lap, facing him. If Elliot wasn't aroused before, he sure as hell was now.
"You look like you've done this before, Detective Benson," Elliot whispered seductively in her ear.
Olivia winked at him, swinging her hips in a circle on his lap, closer and closer to him with every rotation, until they were practically squished together. She moaned dramatically, licking her lips slowly while cupping her breasts in her hands. Suddenly, she grabbed his hands and shoved them on her boobs. He groped her appreciatively, squeezing and grasping.
"All right," Casey said, "the three minutes are up. Now you have to go make out, lying down, on the couch. Oh, and Elliot has to take his shirt off." She grinned maniacally.
Olivia got up and let Elliot lay down on the couch first, lying down on top of him. She moved her mouth slowly towards his, and when they met, she plunged her tongue into his mouth. They were grinding up and down fiercely and passionately kissing. No one was laughing or joking anymore, they were all just staring with their mouths hanging open. This was no longer a dare, this was real. If someone didn't stop the drunken pair, they were going to do it in front of everybody on Casey's living room couch.
"Get a room, you two," said Fin.
Surprisingly, they did just that. Elliot stood up with Olivia's legs wrapped around him, his fingers tangled in her hair and walked into Casey's bedroom. The last thing anyone else saw was Olivia jumping onto Casey's bed as Elliot shut the door behind him.
"Wow…" said Munch.
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