Ok, I'm sorry. It's been a long time between updates….but you know what? SMUT! That's right; the lovely Sam (aka MariposaAngel18, who is in my favourite author's page) has yet again offered her services and delivered a delectable serving of e/o getting it on. The first couple of sections are casefile, the last section…uh….not so much. I thank Sam explicitly for her fantastic writing abilities, and am glad to say that the next smut you see (chapter 4 or 5…I haven't decided) is a collaboration by the best authors on this website – Sam AND Kinseyjo. Yes, that's right; they went crazy and agreed to write a collaborative piece for little old me! Wow, how special am I….but you'll all have to wait a few chapters ok? So enjoy the e/o smutasticness (yes, I made that up!) that occurs, and thanks again to Sam for her wonderful work! Remember to read and review…yes you! I can see you reading and leaving! You only have to write one word!
Laura
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16th Precinct, Manhattan
SVU Squadroom
Wednesday, October 23
8:45am
"Ok, thanks" Elliot said, putting the phone back on the receiver.
"What'd she say?" Olivia asked, not looking up from the DD-5 she was finishing up on.
"They found urine on the carpet at both crime scenes, and it's being tested now," Elliot reported, sitting back in his chair, folding his hands on his stomach.
Huang, Munch and Fin entered the bullpen, coffees in hand, "what's being tested now?" Munch asked, resting a cup of tea on Olivia's desk.
"The urine that they found on the carpet at both Vic's houses," Elliot repeated, nodding his head in gratitude as Fin passed him a coffee.
Huang raised his eyebrows in interest, "that's odd. Anything else?"
Elliot nodded, "the blood on the fridge wasn't Paula Marshal's, her ex-husband's or his girlfriend's"
Huang's eyebrows rose further, "that's so strange"
Olivia nodded in agreement, "there was so much blood in that room"
"Given the rage of the attack, it's unusual that the blood isn't the victim's," Huang affirmed.
Munch sat down heavily in the chair behind his desk, "It could be the killers, or they could have brought it with them," Munch suggested.
Huang cocked his head to the side in thought, "If they brought the blood with them, it would require organisation – you bleed the victim, and store it, knowing that you're going to use it. If that's the case, why trash the house? The crime is too disorganised to be that organised, so it'd have to be the killer's blood" Huang finished, seemingly unconvinced.
Olivia sipped at her tea cautiously, "what do you think about the urine?"
Huang shrugged, "Was it found on anything specific?"
Elliot shook his head, "Warner says it was a puddle of urine in both cases,' Elliot read off the notes he'd taken during his call with the ME.
Huang sat on the edge of Olivia's desk, drinking his coffee thoughtfully, "Urination in this case can have two meanings; it's either a conscious act of defyment…"
"Or?" Elliot prompted.
Huang gave him an even look, "Or they wet themselves out of fear"
Silence filled the room at Huang's analysis. The fax machine to Munch's left stirred into life and a page came through; Munch snatched it up and began perusing it.
"The lab got back with a clean footprint from the ironing board from our first murder," he said, not looking up.
"What are they?" Fin asked, leaning forward over their partition.
"They said it's a Treadman range of work boot, size 11.5. Lab tech makes a note that the limited wear on the sole indicates a recent purchase, and it's only sold in a few Manhattan outlets"
Fin tilted his head, "but the electrician had a solid alibi."
Munch shrugged, watching Elliot pick up his ringing phone, "I know."
"Stabler," Elliot said, answering his phone, "mhmm. Ok, we'll be there ASAP"
Olivia sat up, "who was that?"
"Morales," he replied, "he has something for us"
Fin rose from his chair, "well, we'll hit the shoe stores, you get to TARU, and we'll meet somewhere in the middle"
"Sounds like a plan," Elliot said, following Olivia out of the squad room.
"And I'll just get back to my office," Huang said to the empty bullpen.
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Technical Assistance Response Unit
One Police Plaza, Manhattan
Wednesday, October 23
9:15am
"Hey Ruben," Olivia said, as they entered Morales' office.
"Morning, Olivia, Elliot," he replied, finishing the last of his coffee, "I've got the tape set up on another system across the hallway," he explained, rising, and leading them through the corridor to another lab.
"What've you got?" Elliot asked, standing next to Olivia and behind Morales who was inserting a tape into the machine.
"Its surveillance tape from the shopping centre Paula Marshal was at the morning of her death," he fast forwarded the tape, "we got footage of her leaving the parking lot, and this,"
Elliot and Olivia leant forward, over Morales' shoulder. The footage showed a near empty car-park. Paula Marshal's car, a white car to its left and a blue car behind hers the only ones on-screen. They watched as Paula Marshal finished loading groceries into the back of her car and started to drive off. The blue car that had been behind her began to creep forward slightly, following Paula's car to the exit of the car-park; turning in the same direction as Paula left.
"How do we know he's really following her?" Olivia asked.
"The place is empty, and you can see the car wait for her, and then follow," he turned to Olivia, "and from what I hear, this is the only lead you've got. But,"
"But?" Elliot repeated.
"We ran the plates and got a name. Problem is, we called the guy who owned the car and he reported it stolen the other morning," Morales explained.
Elliot nodded, "was it genuine?"
Morales nodded his head, "he seemed pretty angry about it"
Olivia sighed, "Any leads on the theft?"
"Nope," Morales said, sitting back heavily, "sorry detectives"
"I hope Munch and Fin had more luck," Elliot said as they left the room.
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Shoes N' Sox
West Broadway, Manhattan
Wednesday, October 23
9:38am
"Detectives Munch and Tutuola," Munch informed, holding up his identification to the young girl, Sophie, who was behind the register.
This was the last shoe retail store on their list, and so far they had, had no luck. This one was the furthest from the precinct, and in the middle of a notoriously bad neighbourhood; rife with prostitution and drug dealing. The bell that sounded when they had opened the door seemed to startle the young woman standing behind the counter. She had regained some sort of composure as they stood in front of her; introducing themselves.
"What can I do for you detectives?" Sophie asked, her hand unconsciously pulling her shirt's hem down lower.
"We're after your sales records for the Treadman range of work boots," Fin explained, noticing the girl's eyes widen slightly.
She recovered well, smiling, even if it didn't reach her eyes, "I'll get the Manager for you. She'll be able to help with that sort of thing"
She disappeared into the backroom, replaced by a portly looking woman, with a bright, shiny face.
She gave the detectives a genuine smile, "Hi, I'm Marina Klein; Sophie tells me that you're detectives?"
Munch nodded, "yes. We're conducting an investigation, and we need your help"
"Of course," she answered brightly, "anything for New York's Finest"
Fin inwardly rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. But at least she was trying to help.
"You sell the Treadman range of work boots, we understand?" Fin said.
She nodded, "just got them in. Are you interested in purchasing a pair?"
Munch shook his head, "no. We're actually after your sales records for them"
Marina smiled widely, "well that's easy. We haven't sold any. In fact, the only pair to leave this store, is the pair that was stolen last week"
Munch's raised his eyebrow, exchanging a look with Fin, "do you know who stole them?"
Marina shook her head, "no idea. They were there in the morning and gone that night as I was taking inventory. I reported it to the local precinct, but they were unable to make any inroads"
She looked as if her only child was murdered, Fin mused to himself.
"Thank you so much for your help," Munch said, turning to leave.
He stopped when he felt Marina's hand on his forearm, "anything for the police," she said, giving a coy smile.
Fin made his way across the room and exited the store before he burst out laughing. Munch joined him three seconds later.
"Don't say anything," Munch warned, heading towards their sedan.
"Fine," Fin said, folding his arms as they walked, "but you're an old man, you should take what you can get"
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Stabler and Benson Residence
West 51st St, Manhattan
Wednesday October 3
7:30pm
After both sets of detective's unsuccessful mornings, Cragen had assigned them all paperwork on the pending cases in their unit instead. They spent the entire day working through DD-5's, a briefing from Casey for an upcoming trial and the bad news that one of their witnesses had pulled out of testifying for court. However, some coaxing on behalf of Olivia had seen her change her mind; and the day had ended on a high.
Olivia and Elliot now found themselves unpacking the last box in their apartment.
"I can't believe you have that many clothes," Elliot said. "Look, I have a third of the wardrobe!"
Olivia giggled, "Stop whining Stabler, we're almost done."
Elliot chuckled, "You hungry? I feel like pizza," he answered for himself, before Olivia could say anything.
Olivia watched Elliot disappear into the kitchen to place the order. She was folding up her last pair of pants when something caught her eye. She grinned and grabbed the pale pink silk teddy.
"Liv, do you want wings or breadsticks?" Elliot hollered from the kitchen.
"Wings, baby." Olivia replied slipping into the silk number.
She padded softly down the hall and listened for the end of his conversation. She heard the distinct sound of the phone being placed on the hook, so she entered the kitchen to find him now rummaging around in the fridge. She turned, smiling to herself as she perched herself provocatively on the table.
"How long before they get here?" Olivia asked causally.
"30 to 45 minutes. Not soon enough if you ask me. I'm fucking starving." Elliot grumbled not bothering to look at her as he continued to rummage through the scarce contents in the fridge.
Olivia frowned slightly before something behind her caught her eye. She reached for it silently, Elliot still distracted by some expired Chinese leftovers.
"Why don't you have some fruit until the food gets here?" Olivia suggested in a throaty voice.
Elliot grunted and closed the fridge. He turned around to reach for a piece of fruit only to find Olivia sitting in the middle of the table with her legs spread and a peach sitting between her thighs. Elliot sucked in a harsh breath at the sight that greeted him.
"Christ, Liv!" He growled, feeling his jeans become extremely uncomfortable.
"Come here," Olivia breathed, crooking her finger at him as she slid to the edge of the table.
She used her foot to push out the chair in front of her.
"Sit," she commanded softly.
Elliot, smiling lightly, obliged; still in shock at the sight before him.
"Where'd you get this?" He asked, running his fingers over the silk slip that hugged her body as he sat down.
He shifted uncomfortably when he found himself eye to eye with Olivia breasts.
"Hmm…while ago," Olivia said, chewing her bottom lip. She leant forward, her lips at his ear, "never got the chance to wear it."
She leant back again, her eyes closing as she groaned at the feeling of Elliot's hands cupping her breasts through the silk. She scooted forward wanting more of his touch, knocking the peach into his lap.
"Thought you wanted me to eat a piece of fruit?" He asked holding up the peach.
He knew by the look in her eye that she was up to no good; and he couldn't have been happier.
"Oh but I do," Olivia replied seductively, taking his hand and sliding it up her thigh.
Elliot groaned when his fingers encountered soft wet warm flesh beneath the slip.
"There it is right…mmmh… there," she moaned, pushing one of his fingers inside of herself.
"Damn Liv, you're so wet," Elliot whispered trailing hot wet kisses up her thighs.
"Only when you're around," she groaned, feeling his warm breath cascade over her sensitive centre.
"Tell me what you want, baby," Elliot commanded softly, pressing more wet kisses to the inside of her thighs.
"El, please. You know what I want," Olivia whined, wiggling her hips.
Elliot grinned shaking his head, "I want to hear it," he whispered, blowing a soft puff of air over her while rotating his finger.
Olivia could see the feral look in Elliot's eyes and her heart skipped a beat from the heat behind his gaze; talking dirty to each other excited both of them. She felt sexy saying the things he wanted to hear and hearing those things from her mouth drove him absolutely nuts.
"I want you to taste me," she whispered, guiding his head between her thighs.
Elliot obliged the over-heated woman perched in front of him by snaking out his tongue out and slipping it into her.
"Oh god, El," Olivia moaned, as he lapped softly at her centre.
Elliot suckled softly on her clit as he worked two fingers inside of her. Olivia gave a delicious moan as she bucked into Elliot's mouth. Elliot bit softly on her clit, sucking her folds into his mouth; he reached up palming her breasts through silk. His tongue pressed firm against her; he stroked her from bottom to top flicking his tongue over her clit. Olivia's hips began to rise to high off the table, Elliot had to move his hands to her inner thighs, his fingers pressing into the soft skin; holding them open as his tongue worked her over. Olivia's fingers clenched where they rested on his shoulders as she screamed his name in pleasure, her orgasm slamming into her.
Elliot grinned smugly, watching as her body convulsed in front of him. He revelled in the fact that he could bring Olivia Benson to orgasm so quickly. He felt his cock twitch violently in his pants at the expressions on her face as her orgasm seemed to take over her whole body. Olivia's eyes finally fluttered open and Elliot didn't waste a second; he grabbed her waist pulling her into his lap.
"El!" Olivia gasped, startled at the sudden movement.
"Shut-up, I want you," Elliot growled, his teeth grazing her neck.
Olivia moaned both in surprise and pleasure as Elliot began to trail hot fast kisses up her neck before claiming her lips with his own. He stroked her tongue so furiously it made her head spin, but she managed to gain some control over her hands, frantically undoing his belt and jeans.
"Lift," Olivia commanded, finally managing to tear her lips from Elliot's.
Her instructions were cut off as Elliot's impatient lips found hers again, but he complied, lifting his hips from the chair. Olivia tugged his jeans down just enough to free his erection.
"El, wait a second," Olivia panted, trying to keep up with the over-stimulated detective.
Elliot's hands were everywhere; Olivia didn't know when, but somehow he'd wound up with two fingers buried inside of her again, the other hand fondling her right breast that he hadn't bothered to free from her lingerie, and his mouth continued attacking hers relentlessly.
"Don't want to," Elliot replied, moving his hand from her breast and fisting it into her hair, dragging her mouth back to his.
Olivia felt as thought Elliot was going to swallow her whole.
She thought her head would spin totally out of control, but in less than a second his hands and mouth that had been driving her crazy, left her body. Elliot had pulled away completely leaving her dazed in his lap. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes in time to see Elliot chastely kiss her lips as his hands caressed her hips.
The next thing Olivia knew, she was being lifted and positioned at the tip of Elliot's hardened length.
"Ready?" He asked, and she could hear the impatience in his voice; she had barely nodded when she felt him bring her down over himself.
"GOD!" She squealed, feeling her body stretch and mould over his.
"So good, Liv. So good," Elliot groaned into her neck, his teeth leaving a mark on her smooth skin.
Elliot was on overdrive; there was something about not taking the time to savour each other, or remove their clothes for that matter, that touched a primal part of him. Elliot thrust upwards wanting to make Olivia yelp. He should have been worried about hurting her but he knew she wouldn't break. He wasn't afraid to test their sexual bounds like he would have been with someone else. Olivia threw her head back moaning his name, and that spurred him on even more. Elliot bit into the side her breast and she let out a surprised sound that caught in her throat.
"Did I hurt you?" Elliot gasped, looking up quickly; he'd never heard Olivia make that noise before.
"No!" Olivia shook her head, bucking against him.
"Fuck!" Elliot groaned, feeling her tighten her muscles around him, "You sure?" He panted.
"Yes, now shut up and fuck me!" Olivia commanded, as she continued to ride him.
Elliot's eyes rolled back in his skull as she rode him faster and harder. Elliot went for her breasts again and Olivia tried to shimmy out of the lingerie, but he was quick to stop her.
"Leave it, it's sexy," Elliot said; he was aroused by the fact that her breasts were hidden from his sight, "so sexy, Liv," he whispered when she ground down hard against him.
Olivia felt her orgasm nearing and she was desperate for the release only Elliot could give her. She reared up and slammed herself back down moaning, moving so fast over Elliot she could feel the chair sliding back across the floor.
"God, Elliot please, so close," Olivia panted gritting her teeth from her exertions.
Elliot normally would have made her wait but he felt the tingling at the base of his spine that told him he wasn't going to last much longer. He reached between them and stroked furiously as Olivia continued to move up and down in his lap moaning loudly.
In the recesses of his mind, Elliot could hear an impatient knocking at their door.
"Liv, pizza!" Elliot groaned his hands moving to her hips, "Liv I gotta get the door," he moaned when he realized she had just picked up her pace. He tried to still her hips with his hands, but it made little difference.
"NO!" Olivia growled, "I cum first," she demanded, yanking his hand off her hip and putting it between her legs again.
Elliot grinned, completely turned on by the way her face was screwed up in pleasure. He stroked between her legs his free hand moving up and down her side, resting on her backside so he could push her closer onto him.
The knock at the door became more insistent, but so too did Olivia.
"Shit Liv, I'm going to cum," Elliot groaned, realizing her frantic efforts to get to the finish line were pushing him there even faster.
"Delivery for Stabler!" The pizza guy yelled through the door.
"COOMMMIIIIIINNNGGG!" Olivia shouted as she did just that, "Oh God Ell….!" She screamed in pleasure, feeling her orgasm violently attack her body. Her fingers clawed into the back of Elliot's shoulders as she tried hard not to pass out from the effects of her orgasm.
Elliot held on to her trembling body as he followed her over the edge. He surged upwards into her, filling her with his warm release.
"Liv, damn you are so good!" Elliot panted, resting his head against her heaving chest.
"I know," She mumbled, kissing the top of his head, her head still spinning.
"Delivery?" The guy called in an unsure voice.
"Fuck, get up!" Elliot breathed.
Olivia stood quickly but unsteadily onto wobbly legs, hissing at the fast withdrawal of Elliot from her body, "sorry baby," Elliot apologized, kissing her softly.
"Don't worry about it. Just get the door," Olivia said, pushing him quite literally out the kitchen.
Elliot stumbled; as he tried to get to the door and pull up his pants that where mid-thigh at the same time. He tripped several times before he got them up and to the door. He looked down and saw the wet spot Olivia had created on his jeans.
"Damn Liv," he panted, pulling his wallet out.
Elliot flung the door open sweating, flushed and still slightly out of breath from his tryst with Olivia and his struggle with his pants.
"$21.85" The young man said, slowly eyeing Elliot up and down.
Elliot just smiled sheepishly, as he rifled through his wallet, looking for a ten but only finding twenties.
"El?" Olivia called, voice dripping with honey laced with sex.
Elliot twitched a little and began frantically digging through his pockets.
"El?" Her voice licked his skin and caused an immediate stirring in his pants.
He stuck his head back in the apartment and peered around the corner, "Fuck," he swore harshly under his breath, seeing Olivia laying on the couch nude holding a can of whipped cream in one hand and a bottle of Hershey's Syrup in the other.
She winked and sent him a grin that would have had the Pope renouncing his vows. Elliot swallowed hard as he watched her spray a little whipped cream on her chest. He turned back to the delivery guy who was giving him a strange look.
Elliot pulled two twenties out of his wallet and shoved them at the kid, "Keep the change," Elliot said, quickly grabbing the pizza and slamming the door in his face. Elliot all but threw the pizza on the table.
"I was thinking we could have a little dessert before dinner?" Olivia said seductively.
Elliot nodded, licking his lips as he advanced on her; whipping his shirt over his head and walking clean out of his jeans.
"I want a cherry on my sundae," Elliot said grinning, taking the chocolate syrup from her.