Disclaimer: Characters are Dick Wolf's and NBC's. Story is mine. Lyrics from 'Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop' by Landon Pigg and 'Fallin' For You' by Colbie Caillat.

Chapter 4: Falling for the 'Enemy.'

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you
Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine
Now I'm shining too

As you remember that baseball game, a smile plays around your mouth. And you flush a little because, really, you just fucked Ed Tucker in public. And it felt good as hell.

He's taken your hand as you walk to the car and it feels good. Like the fit of him in your body, the fit of his hand in yours feels just right. And you feel yourself getting hot again. God, Olivia, what are you…a randy teenager again?

You squeeze his hand gently and he looks over you, giving you his slight smile. Since you've started getting to know him, he's thawed a bit, gotten softer but he's never truly given you a big smile. It's just not him. And you still can't bring yourself to call him Ed half the time.

He's always been Tucker to you and you're starting to think he always will be.

"Your place or mine?"

Leave it to him to be the one to ask that question. No beating around the bush. Just asks it straight up, the way he takes his bourbon. No frills, no fuss.

"Well, I have Noah…" You say slowly. Noah's just a baby but still… there's a little bit of awkwardness when you even think about bringing a man home to fuck your brains out when your child is sleeping in the next room. The last thing you want to be responsible for is scarring your son for life.

Your son.

Never has the English language sounded more beautiful to you.

"How's the kid?" Tucker asks, taking the pressure off you for a moment.

"He has some health issues but right now he's doing great." You smile. "Really active. He breaks things which is a little worrisome and he can be a bit aggressive…"

"Benson, he's a boy." Tucker interjects. "They do that. Also, he's a baby boy. They're freakin' holy terrors."

"And you know this how?" You grin a little at the image of Tucker handling an active toddler.

"I've got some experience with little kids, believe it or not. And, no…" He looks at you, a slight twinkle in his eyes, "I do not interrogate them."

"Never thought you did." You're having a hard time repressing a smile at the thought of Tucker around children.

"Actually volunteered as a kiddie league coach back in Boston." He says. "Granted, they weren't toddlers but I know boys. Nothin' to worry about, Liv."

"You were a kids' coach?" You're floored and you can't get past the image of the tough IAB cop surrounded by kiddie league players.

"Yep."

And you're at the car.

"What're you thinking, Benson?" He looks at you speculatively.

"I'm thinking…" for a moment, caution and fear almost win out. Screw it. "….my place. Do you have to work in the morning?"

"Nope." His eyes soften and he gives you a slight grin. "You?"

"Day off." You say softly. "Just Noah and I."

"Okay, then. But it's my place next time."

"Next time? You're making a big assumption there, Ed."

"I don't think so." Tucker's eyes crinkle up in a smile.

"Then, if it's my place tonight, the least you can do is bring the Cracker Jacks."

"Consider it done. We'll stop at the bodega."

…

Your hands shake a little as you put the key in your door. You've called Lucy and let her know that you're on your way. Tucker's a man of his word. You are now the proud owner of eight bags of Cracker Jacks.

You can feel the heat from his body as you slide the key into the lock, fumbling with it a little more. Goddammit, when did these locks become impossible to work with? Turning around, you almost run right into his chest he's so close to you.

"Nervous, Benson?" There's something like concern in his eyes. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable."

More than anything, these words settle your nerves and you meet his gaze evenly.

"I'm good." You say with a smile.

"Hi, Olivia!" Lucy greets you with a slightly strained smile and you wince a little, recognizing that smile.

"How was Noah?"

"A handful." Lucy said, slightly wearily, "But not too bad. He's never really bad." And she smiles. How she loves that little boy and he loves her too. Had taken to Lucy from the beginning and you're so thankful for her. "He's just a healthy rambunctious little boy."

"Thank you so much, Lucy." You say. "This is Lieutenant Tucker. We have some business to take care of tonight."

"Of course." She looks at you apologetically. "It's a little bit of a mess. Noah got into the toys again and I did my best to clean up but…like I said, he was a little more challenging tonight."

Looking around at the toys scattered on the floor, you chuckle a little. It really looks no different than when you're with Noah on your own. In fact, you've almost forgotten what the apartment's looked like without baby things lying around.

"Thanks so much, Lucy." You smile. "Have a good night. We'll see you Monday morning."

"Okay. Goodnight, Olivia."

And she's gone and you and Tucker are alone. You laugh at the expression on his face as he stares at the toys on the floor.

"I did warn you." You grin.

"I've seen worse." He shrugs, smirking a little as he moves one of the toys off the couch.

"Well then." All of a sudden your throat is very dry and you're very aware that the two of you are alone, Noah's asleep, and….

He kisses you before you have a chance to think.

It's not as frenzied, as quick as it was before. You have all the time in the world and the world is far, far away.

You both quickly remove your jackets. You toss yours on the floor and note in amusement that he drapes his carefully over the arm of the sofa.

He pulls you into the warmth of his body and starts moving his mouth along your jaw line. Already, you feel damp and hot and you start squirming against his body. His reaction is immediate and he's as hard as steel as you press your pelvis into his. "God…" you groan against his mouth, "Ed…God…"

"Tell me about it." He mutters huskily as his hands roam along your body. His fingers shaking slightly - which turns you on even more because you love seeing his tough exterior start to crumble - he pulls your sweater and shirt over your head. You quickly unfasten your bra and all of a sudden you're standing there topless.

"Fuck, Benson, you're beautiful." He breathes. And you have to blink rapidly because it's been a while since anyone has told you that. And he runs his hand along your jaw, down your neck and on your chest, cupping your breasts and kneading them. Your nipples are so hard and you bite your lip to hold back the moans. And then he places his mouth on your breast and your knees start to shake.

"Hell, Tucker, I gotta sit." You gasp and fall against the sofa.

"I got no problem with that." He grins, kneeling at your side, his head on your chest. As he licks and suckles your breasts, you run your fingers through his close cropped hair.

The blood is pounding in your veins and you're squirming, arching your back and you just want all your clothes off now. How the fuck does this man get me from 0-60 in under five minutes? You wonder. Is it because I haven't had sex in what feels like forever?

And you know that isn't it. Because you've had some opportunities recently and you've turned them down. But you didn't with Ed.

Because you know his gruff exterior masks a good man. All the things he's done in the past…he's done them because his job required it. And you pity him. It must be so tough and lonely being a part of the rat squad, knowing that most cops, the cops you're trying to protect, despise what you do. Even though you're just trying to make sure they all play clean.

Because a dirty cop ruins everything. Ruins the trust of the people you protect and serve. Makes the fight to get justice for all that much harder.

Someone has to police the police. That someone is Ed Tucker (and IAB.)

He's a good cop who just has a shitty job. It's a lonely road, being one of the despised.

…

"Clothes. Off. Now." You mutter. He grins slightly but doesn't protest. And now that you can see him in the light, because it was so dim at that stadium, you can see his muscles. And the scars. Some of them long and deep. He looks at you impassively, possibly expecting disgust.

You bend forward and kiss his chest, running your fingers along it, showing him that scars are just marks. They don't bother you. They never have. Everyone has them.

You most of all.

And now he can see yours. All of the marks Lewis made against your body. Part of you wants to wrap your arms around your body so you can hide them but you force yourself to meet his gaze defiantly.

"I want to kill that bastard." Is all he says. And pulls you up so he can kiss you.

Your scars don't matter.

Within minutes, both of you are completely naked.

"Sit." You say, motioning at the couch.

He leans back on the couch and you place yourself between his thighs, running your mouth on his torso, on his hipbones. And you smile against his skin as you feel his intake of breath, knowing that he's not as unmoved as he pretends to be. And your mouth finds the head of his cock and you put your mouth around it. Tucker jerks in your mouth and you hear a faint groan.

Looking up as you suck him, you see him looking at you intently.

"Benson, you gotta stop that." He barks shakily. "Or this will be over before it starts."

You grin.

And he leans forward and grabs your face and kisses you hard. And now the kiss is hot, demanding, frantic. You slide off your knees onto his lap and position yourself over his cock. His hands rest on your side and he helps ease you down. And you help bring him into you. For the second time that night.

Although a sofa is a hell of a lot more comfortable than up against the wall of a baseball stadium. And more sanitary.

You rise up and then down and begin to ride him. You swivvle your hips from side to side and smile in satisfaction as he closes his eyes and groans. You run your mouth over his skin and discover that he really likes it when you move your lips against his collarbone. You feel him swell in you and now you're hot all over. And you move your hips again and feel him move up against you.

Hearing his soft groans, you wink at him and move again. Bending down over him just so your breasts are at his mouth level, you press your pelvis deeper into his, taking him as deep as he can go. He suckles at your breast and his thighs squeeze you. And you start to move a little quicker, the pressure inside of you building. And his body slides against yours...

Up, down…. Tucker's hands are guiding you now, his fingers playing with your clit. You're gasping now, your legs starting to shake. You want to prolong this but you can't because you have to come…you have to… and you can feel him shake beneath you. Both of you are so close. So fucking close.

Suddenly, he flips you so that you're on your back and he's on top of you.

"My turn." He whispers against your neck and he slams into you.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

He withdraws. Slams into you again. You're biting your lip to keep from screaming because you really don't want to wake Noah because that would be embarrassing and he needs his sleep but oh, oh, oh… you can't hold it back.

"Benson…" his voice is lower now, much rougher, "God… what you fucking do to me."

"Right…back..at you." You gasp.

oh my god, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop… and he doesn't. He runs his fingers through your hair, wrapping it around his hand, yanking it a little. You arch up and all you can see is him and the look in his eyes is so intense. Like you're his whole world.

His mouth is on yours, his tongue tangling with yours and now he's grabbing your hair again, nipping at your throat. And, he slams his cock deeper inside until, oh my god, my god, my god…you're almost…..and did he just nip at your ear?

And finally, finally, you let go.…your entire body exploding…his mouth is still on yours so he captures your scream and rides you until the orgasm melts through your body. And as you come you arch your body up to meet his slamming strokes and that's enough to send him over the edge.

With a low groan, he comes and you wrap your legs around him, kissing his throat, his shoulder. Any spare inch that you can reach without having to move too far.

For a moment, the two of you simply lie there, halfway on, halfway off the couch, damp with sweat, still panting.

And he looks at you with a funny expression in his eyes. You're not exactly sure what it is but something hard within you loosens.

Aw, hell, I'm so screwed.

When did sleeping with the 'enemy' become falling for the 'enemy?'

"You're gonna kill me, Benson." Tucker finally says, wiping his forehead, a half-smile on his face.

"That's the plan." You grin with an impish wink. "How about some of those Cracker Jacks?"

I've been waiting all my life and now I found you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm falling for you.
I'm falling for you.