I know I said I wasn't updating this story or Desire until my paper was written. So, you'd think that my paper was done right? Nope. Haven't started it. But my mind wouldn't stop, even though I'm sick as a dog today. So I may not even go to school tomorrow and spend some extra time working on my paper that's due Thursday. I'm a mess.

Olivia woke up the next morning and was feeling better. She looked up at Trevor and caressed his face. She felt him stir and she smiled at him. "I love you, Trevor Langan." She kissed his chest.

Trevor stroked her hair and kissed her lips gently. "I love you, Olivia Benson." He looked deep into her eyes. "More than anything. I will never forgive myself for hurting you."

She shook her head. "Stop beating yourself up. I forgave you," she whispered. "I know that you like hearing me moan, and that even though I didn't take it as one, you meant it as a compliment. And I know that you know now why it hurt me so much, and you won't say it again. Please, stop beating yourself up."

He caressed her face. "I'll try," he whispered.

Olivia smiled. "That's all I can ask." She nuzzled into his chest. "That, and that you love me."

Trevor kissed the top of her head. "You never have to ask me to love you." He looked at the time. "I don't have a meeting until later in the day, how about I run out and grab something for breakfast?"

She looked up into his eyes. "You spoil me, counselor." She kissed him slowly, feeling him pull away. "I guess you should go, or it'll be lunch by the time you get out to get food," she giggled and pulled away.

He sat up. "When I get back and after we eat, we can let this continue, and let it go where that was headed."

Olivia grinned. "I can live with that," she put a robe on over her pajamas and watched as Trevor got dressed. She walked over to him. "You're so, so sexy," she whispered, running her hands over his chest. "Don't be too long," she winked, heading to the bathroom after she said goodbye. She didn't see that he had his keycard with him. About fifteen minutes after he left she heard a knock on the door. "Trev, did you forget your—" she opened the door to see Phil Erickson on the other side. "Counselor." The look in his eyes scared her. "Um, Trevor isn't here, he ran a quick errand. I can have him—"

Phil walked her back into the room. "I'm not here for Trevor." His voice was low, threatening. "Where'd he find you? Hm? You're not a detective. You can't fool me. I know a whore when I see one. So tell me, where'd he find you?" His hands running over her body. "He knows how to pick the good ones. Tell me, are your breasts real?"

Olivia tried getting out of his grasp. "Don't touch me," She felt him squeeze her breasts and she moved to hit him and he grabbed her wrist.

"Not a wise move." He spun her so her hand was behind her back, her back to his front. "And your breasts are natural, aren't they?" She felt him grind his erection against her ass. "I was going to ask your rate, but I think since you're being so mean to me, that you owe me a freebie."

Olivia felt her breath speed up, her heart pounding in her ears, adrenaline pumping. "Get off me you sick freak!" She tried fighting him, only feeling his free hand move into her pants.

"Can't get wet for me? Fucking whore!" He spun her around and his fist made contact with her cheek bone. Almost immediately after she kneed him in the balls and ran to the bathroom, locking the door. Phil fell to the floor and groaned. "Bitch!"

Trevor walked in and looked at Phil on the floor. "Phil? What the hell?"

Phil managed to stand up. "That whore of yours was going to give me a freebie, but she turned psycho and kneed me in the balls and ran into the bathroom."

Trevor grabbed him by the shirt. "I know you didn't just call my girlfriend a whore." He walked him back up against the wall. "Get the fuck out of my room. Keep your damn firm, go bankrupt, see if I give a damn." He opened the door and threw him out, before he shut the door he called out to him. "Phil. Tell your wife I said hello." He slammed the door and locked it, running to the bathroom, hearing Olivia whimpering. "Liv, baby, it's Trevor. Let me in."

Olivia's voice was weak, shaky. "Is he gone?"

Trevor let out a breath of relief. "He's gone, I promise. It's just me." He heard the door unlock. He opened the door and ran to Olivia's side. He lifted her head, seeing the bruise on her cheek, tears still running down her face. "Baby."

She fell into Trevor's arms. "He knocked on the door. I thought you forgot your key card so I opened it and he was standing there with this look in his eye. He asked where you found me, he called me a whore, he touched me," she cried. "When he shoved his hand down my pants and he saw I wasn't wet he called me a whore again, spun me around and punched me. I kneed him in the balls and ran in here." She cried into his chest. "I didn't—"

He rubbed her back. "Shh, shh, shh. I know. I know. Let me look." He picked her head up and looked at her, looking into her eyes, gently touching her face, seeing her wince. "Okay, okay." He held her close. And picked her up, bringing her out to the bedroom, laying her on the bed and climbing in next to her, kissing her forehead. "I'm here, I'm here," he whispered.

Olivia couldn't do anything but cry, gripping his shirt. "Don't leave. Please, please don't leave."

Trevor's heart shattered. He had never seen her like this. "I'm not going anywhere. No more meetings. Nothing. I told him to take his firm and shove it." He held her close. "I'm not going anywhere."

She cried herself to sleep and Trevor held her tightly. Their breakfast forgotten. She woke up after a few hours with a splitting headache. She groaned. "Ouch."

He rubbed her back. "What hurts, Liv?"

Olivia let out a breath. "My head." The next part she whispered so softly she barely heard it herself. "My soul."

Trevor's heart broke. "Okay, let me get you something to eat so you can take something. An ice pack?"

She nodded. "Yeah," she whispered.

He kissed her temple. "I don't know how to make your soul feel better, God I wish I knew. But I will hold you, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you."

Olivia looked at him, the bruise on her face was now a deep purple. "This isn't your fault, Trevor. You didn't do this." She took his hand in hers. "I probably look awful with this shiner." She smiled softly.

Trevor held her tight. "You look beautiful," he whispered.

She rested against him, noticing the bruise on her wrist. "I look like I went a round with Ali in the ring. And he won."

He shook his head. "You could take him."

Olivia chuckled softly before wincing. "Ow."

Trevor rubbed her back. "Lay down, I'll call room service and get you something to eat, some Tylenol, an ice pack. Just rest, okay." He saw her nod. He ordered breakfast, as much as he could and asked them to send up an ice pack and some Tylenol. He hung up and laid down next to her️. "Everything will be here in about a half hour. Just hang in there, okay," he kissed the back of her head, spooning her. He felt her tense and saw her roll over.

She looked at him. "I just— I need to see you," she whispered. She took his hand. "He— He held my hand behind my back and," she shook her head. "He was hard. He was gonna rape me Trev." She looked up at him. "I can't go back to New York with a black eye, to work." She looked at him.

He kissed her knuckles. "So we stay in Chicago for another week. Another month. However long you need."

Olivia looked at him. "If we stay here, we need a different room."

Trevor nodded. "I'll get us one. Today."

She nodded. "I should call Cragen." She picked up her phone and called her Captain. Hearing his greeting. "It's Benson."

Cragen furrowed his brow. "Are you okay?"

Olivia smiled softly. "That would have been an easier question to answer yesterday." She took a deep breath. "I'm going to need at least another week. Maybe longer."

Cragen straightened at his desk. "Liv, what's going on?"

Olivia took a deep breath. "Uh, I'm in Chicago, with Langan. He Invited me along to be his plus one at dinners while he was here trying to buy a firm."

Cragen rubbed his forehead. "Did he hurt you?"

Olivia took a deep breath. "No. No. God no, one of the attorneys at the law firm he was trying to buy, he thought I was a prostitute, tried to rape me this morning. I have a nasty shiner and a bruise on my wrist. But he'll be lucky if he can talk in a normal voice ever again. I kneed him in the family jewels and got away before he could do any more damage."

Cragen nodded. "Take as much time as you need."

Olivia smiled gently. "Thank you, Captain." She hung up and looked at Trevor. "As long as I need," she rested against his chest. There was a knock at the door and she tensed. "No, no, no."

Trevor looked at her. "It's our food. I got it," she whispered and kissed her temple. He stood up and answered the door, taking the cart of food, the ice pack, and the Tylenol. Bringing it back into the bedroom. He looked at her. "I'm right here. It's okay," he whispered. He sat down and wrapped his arms around her. "It's alright," He whispered, holding her close.

She took a few deep breaths and swallowed hard. "I'm okay." She looked at him. "I'm okay," She caressed his face. "Let's eat, okay? I need something for this pain."

He kissed her head. "Okay," he opened the doors of the lid of food. "What do you want?"

Olivia looked. "You didn't need to get all this," she said. "You really do spoil me." She looked at the food. "How about waffles?" She smiled. He got her a plate with waffle quarters and some syrup and brought her a cup of coffee and some juice as well. Olivia smiled, taking the ice pack and wrapped it in a towel and put it on her face. "Thank you for taking such good care of me." She held his hand and started eating her breakfast, letting out a breath, the ice helping the throbbing in her face. "These waffles are delicious."

Trevor smiled and kissed her temple. "I'm glad." They ate breakfast in comfortable silence. When they finished Olivia curled up next to him after taking some Tylenol. He put the ice pack in the freezer in the room and then got back into bed, kissing her gently. "You okay?"

She smiled gently. "A little shaken up, but I'll live." She ran her hands over his chest. "Thankfully I have a boyfriend who takes incredibly good care of me." She leaned in and kissed him gently.

He gently stroked her hair. "I wish I could take all of the pain you feel right now and take it from you. I wish you didn't have to hurt. You never would have been hurt if you weren't here with me."

Olivia caressed his face. "Maybe not. But I wouldn't have fallen in love if I weren't here. With you." She kissed his knuckles. "I've been hit harder. It's not as painful as it looks. Just embarrassing."

Trevor kissed her forehead. "You shouldn't have to feel any pain. Not even a little bit."

She shrugged. "You can't put me in a bubble, Trevor. I'm a cop, every day I go to work there's a chance of me being hurt."

He leaned in and kissed her gently, pulling her closer, wrapping her leg around his hip. "I should have been here," he whispered. "I should have been here, I should have fought him off."

Olivia moaned before he broke the kiss. "Trevor, you were out getting us breakfast. Besides, even if you had been, he'd have found a time, a way to get me alone. He's a predator. It's what they do, Trev."

Trevor ran his hand over her leg. "I hate that he hurt you."

She smirked. "I probably hurt him worse." She wrapped her arms around him. "Trevor, you stopped kicking yourself for last night. You really gotta stop kicking yourself for this. You could not have seen it coming. I don't blame you. I blame him. Okay?" She saw him nod. "Now, kiss me. Help me forget."

He smirked and kissed her passionately, pulling her on top of him as their hands explored the other's body, their moans filling the room. She kissed down his neck, biting gently, soothing with her tongue. He groaned. "Oh, Liv."

Olivia smiled. "Feel good?" She asked, her hips moving over his. "Mm, judging by how hard you are I'm gonna say yes," she bit her bottom lip.

Trevor groaned and pulled her down for another kiss. He gripped her ass as she moved over him. He broke the kiss. "God, baby. You're so sexy."

She smiled and sat up straight, taking her shirt off over her head, feeling his lips wrap around her nipple. "Ah!" She scratched the back of his head. "Oh yeah, Trevor. Oh, that feels so good." She moaned, her hips still moving into his, her back arching, her head thrown back. "Mm, baby!" She looked down at him. "I'm gonna come Trevor. Ah! Oooh, yeah." Her hips moved more sporadically. "Trevor!" She let out a breath, kissing him passionately. She slowed her hips. "Oh, that's—" she closed her eyes, burying her head in his neck. "So good."

He groaned and wrapped his arms around her. "My God, you're intoxicating."

Olivia smiled and felt his hands on her back. "You're pretty amazing yourself." He ran his hands up her torso, massaging her breasts. "More," her eyes shone and she moaned.

Trevor looked at her. "I'm going at your pace here, baby. I need you to tell me exactly what you want."

She got up and pushed her pants and panties down, looking at him. "I want you naked, and I want you to make love to me, Trevor. Romantic, passionate, loving love making. Please," she whispered and saw him sit up. She pulled his shirt over his head. She felt his mouth on her nipples, one at a time. "Oh, Trevor," she whispered. "Mm." She felt his fingers graze her clit. She spread her legs slightly and pushed him back, kissing him softly. "I want you, Trevor."

He watched her as she pulled his pants and boxers off. He held her hips as she climbed on top of him. "Liv, do you want to be on top? Or do you want me on top?"

Olivia smiled. "I want you on top, where I can stare into your beautiful eyes."

Trevor rolled them over, caressing her face as he settled on top of her. "You're sure."

She nodded. "Positive. Please, make love to me, Trevor." She felt him slowly push into her. She moaned and arched her back. "Oh, so good, baby." She felt him start to move and she moaned, scratching at his back.

He pulled her leg around his waist, moving into her with a little more force, but keeping his pace slow, looking deeply into her eyes. "Olivia," he groaned, resting his forehead against hers.

Olivia arched her back. "Don't stop, Trevor. God, don't ever stop!" She gasped and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He hit a sweet spot inside of her and she broke the kiss, letting out a loud moan. "Right there! Oh God, right there!" She gasped and felt his fingers start to rub her clit. "Come with me Trevor. Please. Come in my pussy!" She begged, arching her back.

Trevor grunted. "Oh, God. I'm so close. Come on baby, I'm right there. Come for me and I'm going to fall over that edge with you."

She gasped, and felt her muscles contract around him. "Oh, Trev!" She felt his release inside her and she fell back into the bed, panting. "Oh my God," she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

He rolled them onto their side. "Feel better?" He asked, still catching his breath. He gently brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.

Olivia smiled and curled up next to him. "Mm. God I needed that. After— after last night and this morning, I needed to be reminded that love exists. That physical love exists, and that it's okay for me to want it. And that I have a pretty amazing man right in front of me, who loves me. No matter what."

Trevor kissed her gently. "For the rest of my life."

She looked at him. "Let's get married."

He looked at her. "You want to?"

Olivia smiled and bit her bottom lip. "You and I— Trevor, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You just said you want the same. So, let's get married. It doesn't have to be now or tomorrow or even any time in the next year. But, I want to be more than your girlfriend."

Trevor kissed her gently. "Yeah?" He saw her nod. "Then let's get married."

A/N: Okay, so Desire may or may not be updated tonight. We'll see. But regardless, leave a review, here or on Twitter (couricshargitay). See you soon.