Sadly, I own no one. If I did, I'd quit my job and indulge these characters in their fantasies day in and day out. Dick Wolf owns all; I just take them out for a spin.

A/U…how to explain this…set 5 years after "Undercover." In this version, Olivia and Fin developed a relationship in the aftermath of Olivia's assault. I don't want to give too much away, as the back story will be told. Suffice it to say, cannon up until Undercover, then I take over. Oh, and in my world, Elliot never left SVU.

Original story by Bellatrix wannabe 89; rewritten solely at her request. Enjoy!

Warning: This story has a racial theme, so racist language may be used. THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE OFFENSIVE, merely to make the characters believable. As always, don't like, don't read…that's what the "Back" button is for.

Rating: M

Chapter 10

Olivia was still puzzled as to how her DNA wound up at her latest crime scene. She knew her name was going to come up as a suspect, as ridiculous as it was, but it had happened before. She wanted to be able to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that those were not her panties. She went into her bedroom and opened her underwear drawer. She went through each and every pair before deciding that they weren't clean.

But wait, did that make sense? Had she worn them recently? Get a grip, Liv. You can't remember what you had for lunch yesterday let alone which pair of panties you've worn in the past week, she thought. The laundry. That's where they had to be. She went into the closet and started pawing through the hamper she shared with Fin. A quick sift of the clothes turn up nothing, so she resorted to more drastic measures. She pulled the hamper out of the closet and dumped the contents on the floor. She would go through each and every piece of clothing if she had to in order to find them. She was about halfway through her task when she heard the front door open. She stepped out into the living room and saw Fin with a sleeping Tina draped over his shoulders. He took the sleeping toddler into her bedroom, Olivia went to help him put Tina to bed. As he laid Tina on her bed, Olivia noticed what Tianna had done.

"She put her hair in cornrows?" Olivia hissed.

"What's the big deal? My sister had them all the time when we were kids," Fin answered in a hushed whisper.

"The big deal…" Tina rolled over with a moan, and Olivia immediately lowered her voice as soon as she had settled. "The big deal is that she'll be awake in an hour because her head hurts from sleeping on them." Olivia was gently changing Tina into pajamas.

"So, I'll take them out if she does," he said.

"You know how to remove them without pulling her hair?" Olivia asked.

"Sure. It's not that hard," Fin said confidently. Olivia rolled her eyes, but kept her mouth shut. They had gotten through the worst of their argument, and she didn't want to kick up any more dust over something as minor as Tina's hair. Hormones…that had to be why she was so irritated. It's was the damn hormones. She tucked Tina in, kissed her on the forehead, and went back to her room to continue her search.

"Looking for something?" Fin asked, peering over her shoulder.

"Yeah. Have you seen my black lace panties recently?" she asked.

"Why? Were you planning to wear them? Because if you were…damn, Girl, I'm a lucky, lucky guy," he said. She gave him a playful jab.

"Stop it. No, it's just…" she began. Fin noticed the change in her expression.

"It's just, what?" he asked. Olivia sighed.

"Well, you're going to find out soon anyway, so I guess I can tell you now. I got a call from Warner this morning about DNA results from the Akintola crime scene. Kimberly Akintola was found gagged with a pair of black lace panties, and there were two DNA samples on them," Olivia explained.

"Go on," Fin said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"The first, obviously, was Kimberly's, and the second was mine," Olivia told him.

"Yours?" Fin asked. "How is that possible? You were never even at that crime scene. Munch and I processed that one."

"I know, I know," Olivia said quickly. "I saw the panties collected from the crime scene, and they look like a pair of mine. Now, there's no possible way they are mine, right? I mean, we would have noticed if someone broke into our home." Fin considered what she was saying carefully. Yes, two cops living in the same apartment would have noticed a break in. He also knew that Olivia wouldn't stop worrying about it until she found them.

"I'll help you look," Fin said, kneeling on the floor next to her. Piece by piece they sorted through the laundry, until each article had been returned to the hamper. "Did you check your drawer?" he asked. Olivia nodded. She stood up and returned the hamper to the closet.

"First place I looked," she said.

"Could they be at the precinct? In your locker, maybe?" he said. She shook her head.

"No, I *think* I remember wearing them recently, but I can't remember," she said.

"If you did, then they'll turn up," Fin answered. He wrapped his arms around her. "And they'd better, because if it's the pair I think it is, they make you look smokin' hot." She smiled.

"You think I look hot in anything," she quipped.

"True, and I think you look amazingly hot right now," he said leaning towards her for a kiss. She was still in her black work slacks and dark purple button down she had worn to work that day. "I hate fighting with you," he said between kisses. He kissed his way up her jaw to her neck, eliciting a sweet moan from her.

"Ohhh…I hate fighting with you, too," she said. She brought her arms up to his neck and pulled him closer to her. He continued to tease at the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy, lashing it with his tongue and lightly sucking on the skin. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to turn her to a puddle of mush. Olivia felt a warm twinge between her legs, and at the rate he was going, he was going to get exactly what he wanted. Fin ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass. She let out a small shriek as she felt him lift her up, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist for balance.

He closed and locked the bedroom door before laying her on her back in the center of the bed. He put one hand on each of her cheeks and stared hungrily into her eyes for a minute while she stroked his biceps gently. His head dipped lower to kiss her again, and he probed her lips with his tongue, pulling another moan from her. His hands drifted lower, caressing her through her clothes. When he felt her start to squirm underneath him, he moved his fingers to the top button of her blouse. She felt his hardness against her as he started to grind into her core. She whimpered, and moved her hand to help him get her blouse undone. As soon as her hands found a button, his larger ones covered hers and he gently moved them back to her sides. She couldn't remember the last time she had been *this* turned on while still fully dressed.

"Slow down, Baby Girl, we've got all night," Fin said softly, as he continued undoing her blouse at his own slow, steady pace. She moved her hand to where he was pressed against her and grabbed for the bulge in his pants.

"Mmmm…don't do that," he said, pulling his hips back from her. "Unless, of course, you want this to end before we even get going." She switched tactics again, this time grabbing for his polo shirt. She bunched the back and tugged at the garment. In order to appease her somewhat, Fin helped her pull the shirt from his back. Instantly her hands were at his chest, caressing the toned muscle underneath. He finally reached the bottom of her shirt and pushed the garment off her shoulders. She sat up slightly so she could remove it completely and tossed it aside. She crossed her arms in front of her to rip the tank top from her body, but once again, Fin settled her back on the bed and put her hands at her sides.

Olivia's body was on fire. She wanted him to tear her clothes off and plunge deep inside her, filling her to the brim, but he was so insistent on going slow. Each touch was too light, too soft, inching her ever so slowly higher. His hands found the hem of her tank and he pushed it up over her tummy. He bent down and began laying kisses on it while his hand caressed her.

"Hi, baby," he whispered. "I'm your Daddy." Olivia smiled. She loved when he talked to her tummy while she was pregnant. At this point, her belly rounded slightly, noticeable to both her and Fin, but no one else would guess she was pregnant. As he continued to caress her, she reached for the hand on her stomach and tried to guide it up to her breast.

"You know what?" Fin said to her abdomen. "I think Mommy wants a little attention."

"Mommy wants more than just attention," Olivia answered, slightly breathless.

"Oh?" Fin said, looking up at her. "You mean like this?" He slipped his hand underneath the tank and massaged her bra-covered breast.

"Oh, God," Olivia moaned, throwing her head back. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but when she was pregnant, well, she swore she could cum just from the attention to her breasts alone. He gracefully slid both hands up her sides, and in a perfect choreographed movement, she sat up so he could pull the tank off of her body. His hands went back to her breasts and he gave them a careful massage through her bra. She arched into his hands, moaning at the delicious sensations. His eyes watched her face, carefully judging her and gauging her arousal. Her eyes were closed, and her panting was punctuated by soft moans. He lowered his lips and sucked on one of her pert nipples through the lace. He slid his hands under her and deftly undid the clasp, and in seconds, her bra joined the rest of her discarded clothing. His lips found her rock hard nipple and he began to suck in earnest, while palming the other. Her moans were almost constant.

"Ooooo…don't stop…don't ever stop…" she breathed. He smiled around her breast. He had no intention of stopping. Her body was trembling, and the sensation from her breasts was going right to her core. Fin stopped long enough to switch to the other nipple, giving it the same attention he gave the first. Olivia's hands fisted the sheets, her eyes rolling back into her head. The sounds coming from her were erratic, frenzied. Her body tensed, her back arched, and scream ripped from her throat. A flood of wetness filled her still clothed bottom half.

Holy fuck, did she just…

Her chest heaved as the waves passed. Her staccato breathing slowed. When she calmed down, she looked down at her chest. Fin's hand was still on one breast, and he was staring at her in awe. She guided him back up her body and locked her lips with his once again.

"That was incredible," she said.

"Mmm…and it's going to get even better," Fin said, kissing her again. He felt the blood rush through her body again. She used her body weight and rolled them so she straddled him.

"Stop playing games. I want you in me," she said, her lips inches from his. She leaned back on him and undid popped the button her pants, followed by a slow pull of the zipper. Using a cat-like maneuver she pulled both slacks and panties off her body. He used his hand to skim her sides, rubbing his fingers over her tummy lovingly. She undid the button of his pants, and was working the zipper over his erection, when she heard the jiggling of the doorknob.

"Daddy?" came a small voice from the other side of the door. Olivia started to move off Fin, but he held her in place.

"What do you need, honey?" he called.

"I can't sleep," she said.

"Why not?" he called back.

"My head hurts," she said, jiggling the doorknob again. Olivia crossed her arms and raised and eyebrow, wearing a very satisfied smile.

"I told you," she said in a sort of sing-song voice, quietly enough that Tina wouldn't hear her.

"Sweetheart, go back to bed and try to sleep. We'll take the braids out in the morning," Fin called. He desperately wanted to get back to Olivia.

"No, your mother started this; you're going to fix it," Olivia said, climbing off him.

"No, Daddy! Can I come in?" Tina asked, jiggling the door again. Olivia slid off of Fin and grabbed her bathrobe. Fin groaned as he refastened his pants. Once he was decent, Olivia opened the door. Tina ran to Fin.

"Fix it, Daddy," she said, tugging on his arm.

"Ok, ok…Daddy will fix it," Fin grumbled as Tina dragged him from the bed. '

"Hmmm, I think I'll just head off to bed," Olivia mused as she climbed into bed again, sticking her ass in the air slightly.

Fin simply looked at her for the longest moment, ignoring the incessant pulling on his arm by his daughter. He shook his head as he turned away from the sight that could make him go hard in a matter of moments.

"When I get back, your ass better still be awake!" he called out as he led Tina into the living room.

"Language!" Olivia reminded him as she got up from the bed to pull on a nightgown.

"Liv! Do you have a comb anywhere?" Fin called from the next room.

"Uhh…I think there's one in my purse!" she yelled back. Fin rummaged through her purse, and in addition to the comb, he found a small white envelope with her name typed on the front. He opened it, and his jaw dropped. He quickly put the card back in the envelope and went to work on Tina's hair.

Olivia closed her eyes while she waited for Fin to finish with Tina. Something was bugging her, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. Her mind chased fragments of thought as she tried to narrow down the uneasiness she was feeling. The note. She had taken the "traitor" note out of her desk and shoved it in her purse. Which is exactly where she had just sent Fin.

"Liv?" Fin asked, standing in the doorway. "What's this?" He was holding up the note.

The plot, she thickens…where are we going next? Are Fin and Liv about to fight again? Hope you enjoyed Tina's antics in this chapter…I know I did!

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