NOTE: I keep having people tell me that this story is shit cos I havent mentioned Elliot much yet. I dont care. Dont read it if you dont want to endure the slow burn. I'm an EO fan but I want to try something else. Also. NO. I will NOT be focusing on Olivia's weight. There is nothing wrong with her size, the way she looks or how much weight she has or hasn't put on. She is a strong woman who should never be apologetic about the way she looks. Maybe Elliot should be apologetic about his love handles or self conscious about his jowels... no way man, I am not body shaming any of my characters beyond what is realistic.

"Liv, can you do me a favor?" Trevor asked as he poured them a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

"What's that?" she asked, after hanging up the phone with Noah for the night. She was standing outside on the balcony, looking out over the city. It was beautiful. Nothing compared to Manhattan in her eyes, but this was pretty wonderful.

He met her out on the balcony with a glass for both of them. He handed her the wine. Olivia smiled and thanked him.

He paused, thinking of how to word himself. "I feel weird about telling you all of that stuff about Helena and I… I know you're not really a very… affectionate person-"

"Who says?" she asked him with a smile. She didn't really like that she had given him that vibe.

"Sorry, I-" he paused, thinking he'd said the wrong thing, "I guess I just wanted to say that if I'm coming on too strong, I want you to tell me. I'm having a great time with you, but I told you about me being really… affectionate and sometimes it can be too much, I'm sure, so I need you to at least be able to communicate that to me."

"I don't think you're coming on too strong. I might be bad at communicating, but I do like affection," she admitted, taking a sip of her drink.

He smiled, "well that's nice to know…"

"So what do you want to do?" he asked, "are you cold out here?" he wanted to know. There was a chill in the air and he could see her hugging her free arm around herself.

"I'm okay…" she replied, but she noticed with a tiny part of her that was pleased, that he was shedding his jacket. He placed it over her shoulders. It smelled good, just like him.

"Thanks," she said. She had started to think about finishing her glass of wine and calling it a night, but he took her hand and guided her back in. He shut the sliding door to the balcony and left the curtains open so that they could enjoy the view.

"Would you like to sit down?" he asked, nervousness overtaking him again for what he thought could happen.

"No," she shook her head with a smile. "I kind of just want to kiss you for a moment, to be truthful."

He laughed softly at her bluntness. "And who said you're not good at communicating…"

He towered over her and looked in to her eyes. He kissed her briefly, once, twice and a third time. Olivia glanced beside her for somewhere to put her glass.

Trevor took it from her and placed it on the small dining table a few steps away. He took both of her hands and pulled her along with him as he walked backwards to the edge of the bed, sitting down.

Liv was finally taller than him. She had a little smile on her mouth. She encircled her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him, resting her hands on his strong shoulders.

"Mmmm…" he murmured against her mouth, "your lips are so soft," he remarked.

He kissed her again, wanting to just get her in his lap so he could resume the sexy banter that had lain thick between them back at the club. He pulled her body close to him, trying to resist the temptation of burying his face in the valley between her breasts.

He pulled her down to sit on his lap, parting his legs slightly. "I can't…" she resisted, pulling away.

"You can't what?" he asked, confused, thinking that she'd had a sudden change of heart.

"Sit on you…" she was suddenly very self-conscious. She was happy to avoid a potentially embarrassing moment of having to explain how weird she was about sitting on him in her restrictive skirt.

He gave a light laugh, "don't be silly…" he saw that she was serious and felt bad for laughing. "C'mon…" he said softly. He wasn't sure what was going on, or didn't want to tell her she was being silly or try to convince her otherwise.

He just simply patted the spot beside him and Olivia was relieved that she didn't have to try to explain what the problem was. She sat down but the mood had immediately shifted.

He put an arm around her. "I should probably just go…" she told him, feeling too self-aware and she knew that he was surprised, put-off and questioning what was going on.

He tried not to sigh. He was frustrated, it had been going so well, he realized how much he really liked her as the night progressed. "You can't leave," he smiled, "I bought this excellent bottle of Cab Sav…" she knew he was trying to be light-hearted, but he wouldn't have been angry with her if she did go.

"I have to tell you that I think you're wonderful," he told her seriously.

"Thank you, Trevor…" she replied. She leaned her head against his shoulder. She was tired but she didn't want the night to end badly. "You're really kind, but you don't have to say that."

She felt his hand gently stroking her back, warming her over the top of his jacket.

"We can just hang out and watch a movie if you like…" he suggested, really not wanting the night to end, "but I'll understand if it's time for you to conclude our date, you have a big day tomorrow, there's no pressure from me."

She turned to him and smiled, grateful for his understanding and for being able to read her cues, giving her an out if she needed one. "Stop being so nice, it makes me want to kiss you more…"

He chuckled and kissed her temple. "Do you want me to be the mean guy?" he asked.

"Well… that's kind of the stereotypical guy I'm used to so, sure, why not?" she joked but there was an element of truth to it.

"Time to break the cycle then, you deserve better than some dipshit that doesn't value you," he told her meaningfully.

"I haven't had any real role model to show me how to expect to be treated, so it's kind of my own fault a little." she admitted, finding it a little easier to be open with him. He had the type of personality that made him easy to talk to. Things had fallen out of her mouth all night that she'd never expected to hear herself say out loud.

He was warm and kind and charismatic and made her feel like he was engaged and attentive to every word she said.

"Firstly, that's probably out of your hands too. Don't have a Dad?" he wondered curiously.

"Hmm…" she smiled sarcastically before it dropped from her face. "I'm sure I do, biologically speaking but no… it's just me."

"Your Mom? Brothers? Sisters? Cousins?" he pressed.

"My Mom died just after I joined SVU, I found out I had a brother over ten years ago but he committed suicide not too long now, we had our ups and downs," she replied, thinking of her brother and how she had brushed him off when he had reached out; the guilt still haunted her. She shook her head, indicating an answer but also trying to shake the memory from her brain, "and no, no other family."

"Shit…" he was speechless. He couldn't have imagined it. He understood why Noah was so important to her. He did know that there was no apparent family support from when he had helped her with the adoption process, but he didn't ever really question it.

"Yeah, shit indeed," she smiled. "I try not to think about it because the idea of being alone and living forever in solitude is overwhelmingly sad."

"Have you ever thought of looking for your Dad? Maybe he didn't know about you, it might be worth-"

"No," she said firmly, "I know that he's dead, but I never wanted anything to do with that mess…"

He was content with their heavy subject matter, a quick turn from where things were headed a only a short minute ago, but he didn't complain. He was happy to take open and honest Olivia as much as sexy, seductive Olivia. "Okay, sorry," he didn't push it any further, it was clearly a sore subject.

"Anyway, you don't need to hear this drama," she told him with a flash of a smile. "Yeah, let's watch a movie…"

"Okay," he said. He got up and went to the bedside table and grabbed the television remote. "You can pick something if you like, I'll get the wine." He passed her the remote and went over to grab their barely touched glasses.

Olivia turned on the TV and went to the movie channel. There were some different cable TV channels. She checked the guide and saw that there were a couple of things on. "What's your favorite type of movie?" she asked him as she took the wine glass from him.

"Anything… as long as its not a terrible rom com," he said flashing her a smile. Olivia smiled back.

"I hate rom coms too…" she commiserated. She hated that Ed used to try to entice her by putting on The Notebook or some other terrible tragic romantic movie that he thought just by default of her gender, she would be in to. Olivia put the movie channel on and turned the volume down so that they could still talk.

"Do you want to sit back up there?" he nodded toward the head of the bed, trying to relieve some of the tension.

"Uhmm… no…" she said feeling a little funny and knew she was being weird.

Trevor was confused. He wasn't sure what was going on. At first he had assumed she was having an insecure moment but maybe it was more than that. She sat stiffly, uncomfortable and looking a little awkward. "Olivia, did I do something wrong?" he asked.

"No-"

"Did I say something?" he asked, "because you can just tell me – was it when I asked you to tell me if I was being over the top?" he wanted to know, trying to rack his brain for something that he had said or done that may have upset her.

"No, no it's nothing you've done, Trevor, I promise… you've been…" she paused, looking for the right word. "You've been amazing."

"What's going on? We can't watch a movie with you sitting there looking super uncomfortable… have I said or done something that's made you feel weird?" he asked, looking a little disappointed and concerned.

Olivia felt terrible. A little part of her wanted to get up and run out the door, but the larger part of her felt like she had just opened up to him little by little, that it would be stupid to cop out now. Plus, she thought, she was scared of what Melinda would have to say about it.

She shook her head again. She took three big gulps of her wine and took a deep breath, "I just feel a bit silly cos…" she paused and looked down at her leather skirt. "I'm really kind of… restricted…"

"Oh…" Trevor murmured softly. "That's all?" he asked.

She felt a weight lift, feeling a little foolish for letting it be such an issue in her mind when he didn't seem to care. "Well… I guess I wasn't prepared to be coming back here…"

"You weren't prepared last night either," he pointed out, amused.

"But I was really drunk…" her voice trailed off.

"I didn't know that," he replied, "I didn't realize you came back because you were really drunk."

She smiled at him, "I came back because I was having a nice time with you and don't worry, I was only drunk enough to lose my inhibitions, I didn't lack the ability to say no to you if that was what I wanted."

"Come here…" he commanded firmly, as if there were no other option for her. She pushed herself up back on to her bare feet. She had taken her heels off the second she stepped inside the door.

She met him in the middle of the room. She finally smiled.

"What?" she asked," he nodded toward himself, as if he wanted her to get closer still, "C'mon…"

She finished off her wine glass, still feeling a little raw about not really thinking about how the skirt might impede her in a more casual setting. She was worried that she'd ruined the moment for him.

He set his drink down and took her empty glass from her. He took a step closer and put his hands upon her waist, "only one thing to do about this situation then…" he started.

"What?" she asked, unsure of what his solution would be, but his eyes were lingering over her again with the intensity that made her knees weaken. His fingers grazed the material of the skirt, slipping his thumbs beneath the fold of the leather until they met at the small of her back, finding the zip.

"We'll just … take it off…" his held her gaze as he spoke. He took the zipper tab between his thumb and forefinger and unzipped her slowly, resting his lips between in the groove in hers. He let his mouth linger on hers until he couldn't unzip anymore. He let his hand find its way slowly back up to her waist, snaking over her rounded backside, stopping briefly to give it a squeeze, feeling his hand connect with flesh.

He felt his own pants restrict as he realized she was wearing a thong. He swallowed hard. He realized just how badly he'd wanted her all night.

"Not so difficult…" she murmured, with a little chuckle. He pushed the skirt off of her waist, helping it over her thick thighs that he couldn't wait to wrap his hands around.

The item of clothing pooled at her feet.

"No, I'm a solutions guy…" he told her. He let both of his hands fall back down over her ass. Olivia couldn't help but tighten her muscles but after she got used to the feel of his hands, she relaxed a little.

He kissed her lips a little urgently, not being able to hold himself back.

She encircled her arms around his neck and he decided to take charge of the situation. "So now we can get more comfortable," he told her between kisses.

Surprising her, he hoisted her up with great ease. Immediately her insecurities flooded her. It had been a long time since anyone had attempted picking her up and it made her feel self-conscious. Trevor didn't flinch. She had no choice but to wrap her bare legs around him. He pulled his jacket from her shoulders and tossed it aside.

He kissed her with hunger, slipping his tongue in to her mouth with passion. She felt him kicking the skirt out of the way as he made his way over to the bed. Finally, realizing that none of her stupid feelings mattered because nothing was a problem for him. He gave her a short little toss upon the bed, causing a peel of laughter from her that he wasn't expecting.

It was infectious and sweet and he could tell she was happy with him taking charge. Lying on her back, Olivia looked up at him standing at the edge of the bed. She grinned at him.

"You are so fucking sexy, you know that?" he asked rhetorically.

Her face flushed slightly, "Let's not go crazy," she challenged him.

"No, lets…" his voice trailed off, eyeing her shapely legs that hung over the edge of the bed. He leaned over and let his fingertips graze over her thighs. "Your body is ..." distracted, he climbed over her, both of his hands just above her shoulders, propping him up so that she didn't bear any of his weight.

For a moment she considered what his answer would be. She knew as immediately as him being confident enough to get her out of her skirt that she wanted him, but a tiny seed of doubt fell over her at the moment his eyes surveyed her skin. It had been awhile… she wasn't used to being desired by a man so brazenly.

She briefly thought of Cassidy; he never complimented her or commented on her body unless he caught a glimpse of her changing. There was always some undercurrent of a joke thinly veiled over a seedy comment that made her feel embarrassed. He was never cruel, but he certainly didn't know how to make her feel confident within her own skin.

Trevor planted soft kisses on her lips. He let them trail over her face, taking it slow, kissing over her jawline and down to her neck. Olivia turned her head, allowing him some room to cover his mouth over her skin. She rested her hands against his hard chest, remembering how surprisingly muscular he was the night before. "Are you uncomfortable in your clothes too?" she asked, with a little laugh, reaching for his belt buckle.

He laughed, lifting himself up. "Here…" he pushed her hands away gently, "better let me take care of that…" he didn't want her hands anywhere near his groin yet, he wanted to take things slowly with her; it had been awhile for him and he wasn't sure if he was even going to get a second chance. He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of its loops, dropping it to the floor. He stood up and took them off and let them fall to the ground.

It was Olivia's turn to admire his muscular thighs and his bulge covered and held in to place by a pair of black trunks. Trevor climbed back over her, "that's so much better, you're right…" he grinned at her. Their mouths met for a brief kiss as she felt around for the hem of his plain t-shirt and pulled it up over his torso, feeling a burst of confidence. He clearly wanted her, she could see it in his eyes and she was just fine with that.

He helped her along by ripping it over his head and tossing it. "This is a little better than having to wrestle through your clothes last night," she joked as he took his own undershirt off without having to wait for her.

He cracked a smile but was concentrating on the task-at-hand and that was getting her shirt off too. "I think you're still a little overdressed," he remarked, pulling her shirt a little from under himself. He gently eased it up, kissing her a few times as he drew it over her chest. She lifted her arms above her and let him pull it over her face, up over her until it was off and her breasts were on display in a matching bra to her thong.

His breath shortened as his eyes gazed at them before finding her face again. "Olivia," he said, in a low throaty tone, "you are so fucking beautiful," he said, hands smoothing the skin at her sides, up to the material of her bra and back down. She tried to suck her stomach in, a little self-conscious, but as his hand searched her flesh, she give it up and he didn't seem to give a shit. He leaned over her, getting close, kissing her neck again, letting his hands slide up her arms.

She barely knew what to say to his compliment. "I like the way you flirt…"

His kisses were slow and syrupy and he noticed as the goosebumps rose to the surface of her skin that she was definitely happy with the way he was making her feel. He kissed the shell of her ear and let his mouth nip softly at her lobe. "Oh, Liv," he murmured right upon her ear, "I am fucking done with the flirting, this is beyond that now…"

She shivered, wrapping her cupped hands around his thick neck, guiding him back to her mouth. She kissed him, pressing her tongue in to his mouth, tasting him, feeling his erection grow as he lowered himself down on her, still careful not to place all of his weight on her.

Olivia groaned in to his mouth, feeling him pressing in to her thigh.

Spurred on by her pleasure, Trevor kissed her feverishly, letting his hands leave the smooth skin of her torso, he reached beneath her, pulling her slightly to the side and fumbled for a few short moments with her bra clip until getting it undone.

He lifted his chest but didn't breath the kiss as he pulled the material away from her breasts and felt the soft mounds of flesh pressing in to him. She kissed him harder, running her tongue in a line over his lower lip. Surprising him, she took his lip gently between her teeth, tugging slightly at it before letting go and kissed him. Her kisses grew warm and wet, her lips soft but he enjoyed that she was being so playful. She was relaxed and in to it and he was so glad that neither of them were drunk enough to be just going along with whatever.

Liv let her hands grab at his arms, squeezing them, enjoying the feel of skin on skin.

He broke their kiss, getting a little crampy from the way they were still at the edge of the bed. "C'mon, let's get a little more comfortable, surely your legs aren't feeling this," he nodded to behind him, gesturing to the way they were still hanging over the edge.

She laughed, intoxicated, dizzy from the way his hands had searched everywhere but the places she longed for. As he got up, he saw her arms covering herself.

"Are you serious?" he asked her with a little grin. He was standing up at the foot of the bed but leaned back over her, his hands holding his weight, lowering himself until she was so close that he could barely focus on her eyes, "your body is sexy, don't cover yourself up…" he gently pulled her arms away from her chest.

"You don't have to-" she started but he kissed her.

"Just shut the fuck up Olivia," he said with a grin, "you have no right to feel any sort of way about yourself, you're hot and I won't repeat myself." There was a confidence in his tone coupled with his good-natured way of telling her to shut up, she was in to it, it just made him hotter. She loved his otherwise polite, kind heart, but if he was confident about her, she could be confident about her.

"Wow, that's kind of rude," she jibed him, giving him a little poke in the chest. He knew she was playing with him, that she really didn't mind him cursing or telling her to shut up. "Men as nice as you shouldn't be so rude," she smirked, taking his face in her hands.

"Women as beautiful as you should show off their body as often as possible," he retorted as if it was an insult. He cracked, smiling, kissing her. "C'mon, let's get in to the bed, see what it's made of…" he joked as he got up. He was pressing his hands on the middle of it, as if testing its strength.

Olivia laughed, throwing away her insecurities. It was a bit odd and she really couldn't deal, she covered herself with one arm and made her way around to the side of the bed. He had already pulled the covers back and flipped the TV off.

He slid beneath the covers and gave her the time to do the same. She got comfortable next to him. He pulled the sheet up around them, allowing her a little bit of privacy. "Get in nice and close…" he commanded her. She did as he asked, settling in to the crook of his shoulder, unsure of what his next move was going to be.

He caressed her hair softly, pushing a lock of it behind her ear. "Are you feeling a bit more relaxed?" he wondered, "losing all of that clothing?"

"Yes…" she replied slowly, looking in to his eyes. She felt his hand smoothing the skin at her collarbone – his finger tips grazing her skin. He leaned forward and his hand that had been on her collarbone, slipped behind her shoulder and drew her closer to him until their lips touched softly.

Olivia felt her palms get a little tingly with nervousness, knowing that there was no going back even if she felt comfortable with the idea. He led the kiss gently, his lips lingered a few times, pulling away teasingly and then slowly and softly pressing against hers again. They fell in to a pattern and she was finally able to feel herself relax.

Trevor let his tongue graze hers just briefly but enough to make her heart beat quicken. His other hand reached up, resting at the base of her neck with his thumb grazing at the angle of her jawline. She kissed him back, her own kisses growing eager. She scooted close to him, letting their bodies press tightly against one another as they had been at the edge of the bed.

His hand slid down her back and reached for the skin of her waist again, that tiny little part of her she got nervous about. He half covered her with his body, leaning over, his weight held up by his arm. She could feel his thumb beneath the elastic of her thong. She sucked her stomach in involuntarily. His lips worked against hers and she felt him pushing the elastic down her thigh, before pulling it back up and letting it snap softly against her skin.

She willed him to remove her last article of clothing. Both of their breathing was ragged, heavy with the urgency that started to build between them. She wanted to feel his hands all over her, fuck that, she thought again, she wanted his mouth all over her but Olivia wasn't adventurous enough to tell him, not the first time at least.

His kisses left her mouth and made their way down her neck. She threw her head back and let his mouth cover her throat. She sighed with pleasure, spurring him on. He lifted his mouth from her skin and tossed back the top sheet and comforter that he'd pulled over them to begin with. It was getting heated and despite her nerves, she was thankful for the cool air hitting them from the air-conditioning.

Her inhibitions were mostly lost. She didn't mind that his eyes fell over her breasts and the rest of her. "Oh jeez…" he looked away almost as if something frustrated him.

"What?" she asked, almost ready to snatch the bed-sheets back up over her.

He shook his head and chuckled, "you… just look…" he grinned at her cheekily, "Whew… I didn't think you could get any more perfect," he added, kissing her briefly on the lips.

Olivia smiled happily at him, feeling at ease, uninhibited and open to whatever was going to happen between them. "You're a sight, yourself Mr. Langan…"

"Ooof," he tilted his head as with a big grin, "I quite like when you call me that…"

Olivia laughed, "Yeah? You look like the type that's in to dirty talk, is that your thing?" she challenged him, half-joking.

"No…" he replied, "why do you ask? Is it your thing?" he asked, leaning back over her, kissing her lips, then her cheek, her jaw, all the way up in to her hair before he stopped at her ear.

"No, just seems like something you might like…" she teased him with a light laugh despite the fact that her insides were well and truly turned to mush and her heart was beating so fast and she really wanted to feel his hand in the space that the fabric from her thong was covering.

"Not really, but…" he nipped at her earlobe gently, "but I want you to make as much noise as you want, you can let me know how you're feeling because…" he whispered, pausing to kiss her mouth again, "I am going to make you come so hard," he told her bluntly as he stared in to her eyes, their faces so close that she could feel the heat of his mouth just a micron away from her own.

His words made her feel things that she hadn't experienced for many years; a desire to fuck him so strong that it was overwhelming her. Her head was dizzy with lust and desire and he knew it. She didn't care that he had power over her, that he was leading or was taking control. She had never had a man speak to her so frankly, so directly and letting her know exactly what he wanted from her.

"Ok now its your turn to shut up and go back to kissing me again, actions speak louder than words, Mr Langan…"

He groaned again but laughed, "stop, you're making me hard as a rock…"

Olivia let her eyes fall shut, eager to see for herself. They both laughed softly but their situation was far past jokes and mean flirting. It didn't take him half as long to linger his kisses down her neck. His hand smoothed the skin on her stomach, avoiding her breasts for the most part.

Olivia circled an arm around him and let him explore further. He his hands snaked along her arms, back down again – his mouth too, covering her shoulder, making his way down just above her breasts where her skin grew a little softer.

He felt her body shudder involuntarily beneath him as she sighed with pleasure. His large, warm hand covered her breast. She made a hissing sound and sucked in air in a short gasp. She watched his head dip down lower to cover her mound of flesh with his mouth. He took his time and worked urgently but softly, teasingly as he gave the other a slight squeeze, letting his thumb graze back and forth over her nipple making it hard for her to think.

Trevor registered Olivia's soft moan. She was starting to react to him and was aching for him to touch her between her legs. He sensed it too. His hand left her breast and began to move down south, slowly allowing her to get used to the way his fingers grazed her skin, tickling her.

"Fuck…" she cursed, "I am so wet for you…" she blurted out. She felt her cheeks flush – it was not something she had thought about saying, but now that it had left her mouth.

"Yeah?" he challenged her, pausing between kisses.

She nodded and let out another gasp.

"I guess it's about time I find that out for myself," he murmured.

Olivia loved the feel of his hands on her thighs even if at first it had made her a little self conscious. He didn't bother teasing at her waist band of her thong anymore, he just pushed it down over her backside. She lifted herself up, assisting him in the removal.

She drew her knees up in front of her, as he pulled it down past her feet, balling it up in his hands. He held the lacey thong up, suspended above his head. "Guess you won't be needing this?" he asked it like a question but he didn't wait for her answer. He tossed it over his shoulder.

He let go of her thigh and grabbed for her hand, lacing his fingers through his, resting it flat on the pillow beside her head. "You know what's going to happen now, right?" he asked her. There were no more smiles, just intensity and sexiness.

"What?" she asked, curious, her eyes searched his – his confidence and playfulness; it did things to her.

And then I'm going to kiss every inch of your hot fucking body and show you how a real man does things right…" he told her, glancing at her lips and then back up to her eyes. He was inches from her face and the confidence within his own skills made it a little hard for her to breathe.

Trevor left her speechless and aroused and just about ready for anything he wanted to do. His brazen and direct way of speaking to her was an incredible turn on.

"I wish you would," she replied, searching his eyes seriously.

There was stillness for a moment as the tension between them thickened.

He reached down, letting his fingertips glide down to her lower tummy, going further and further, detouring to her thighs, giving each a gentle squeeze. He teased her a little, his fingers dancing up and down again, trailing further between her legs each time.

Olivia whimpered in frustration, "Please…" her voice was shaky.

"Please what?" he asked, watching her with an amused smile.

"Don't make me beg, I won't beg…" she told him, opening her eyes to look up in to the gorgeous pools of blue that watched her attentively, trying to figure out what she responded best to.

She went to grab his hand to push it between her legs, but he laughed and kissed her, holding his touch firm against her lower tummy. "Patience, sweetheart…" he told her, enjoying watching her rebel against the torturous game he was playing. He wanted to touch her just as badly, but he quite liked hearing her beg.

"Trev-"

"Nope," he smiled, kissing her again, "It's Mr Langan to you."

"Well, fuck," she was exasperated and it amused him, "Trevor…Mr. Langan, why isn't your mouth on me already, you're all smoke and mirrors," she shot back at him but she couldn't stop smiling. She loved the sound of his soft peel of laughter at her frustration but he didn't take long to turn serious. He kissed her lips, plunging his tongue in to her mouth, knowing it would shut her up and kill her frustration with him.

She felt his hand move down between her thighs, covering her, feeling her heat. His eyes fell shut and he rested his forehead against hers.

"Shit…" he murmured, breaking the kiss. He went back for another one, working his tongue against hers, the time for soft and slow kisses were over. He broke the kiss one more time, "Benson you feel..fucking amazing," he informed her, giving her goosebumps again. He was right, it was kinda sexy to be called by her last name.

She felt him slip inside of her and let out a moan; relief, desire, anticipation—it had all built up - the feeling of it being all a little overwhelming and hot, the way he was watching her, enjoying her enjoying him. He moved inside of her, gently, getting a feel for what she liked. He kissed her lips and felt her tongue pressing against him, eager for him to allow her access. He kissed her back – hungry, passionate – she kissed him as though it was going to make him move faster or send his fingers deeper inside of her.

She reached down, cupping her hand over his penis over the top of his trunks, trying to concentrate if only a little on him. It was his turn to groan against her mouth. He pushed her hand away, knowing that if he let her touch him it would be all over for her. "Just… be patient, there's time" he said with a little grin, resuming their kiss. He could feel her body moving against his hand, her hips making tiny little circles, trying to get more of his fingers inside of her.

Olivia could feel her whole body throbbing, her heart was beating so fast she could feel it thumping in her ears. Doing her in, was the feel of his thumb brushing against the little hardened bead just above her opening. She moaned as he multitasked, making her go crazy.

"That feels so fucking amazing…" she told him, her words seeming to come from the back of her throat and her breathing was labored, her words sluggish to him. He pumped his fingers in and out of her as he caressed her sensitive place.

"Come…" he told her, between kisses, "I want to feel you come…"

She wasn't sure what he was doing when he broke off the kiss but he removed his fingers from inside of her and started kissing his way down her chest, taking as much of her breast in his mouth as he could, moving to the other, leaving a trail of wetness on her skin that she didn't mind at all. She buried her fingers in his hair, scratching her nails gently along his scalp as he continued down her tummy, covering his mouth over her flesh, working his tongue against her soft flesh. He planted a kiss above her opening and glanced up at her for a reaction.

"It feels too good," she told him, propped up on her elbows to see his face; to witness what was about to happen. He grinned at her and kissed the same spot again, maintaining eye contact. She couldn't deal with it, she let herself fall back down against the pillow with a chuckle that he found to be incredibly sexy.

He slipped one hand beneath her ass and he re-found her clitoris with his thumb, kissing around her thighs and everywhere but where she wanted his mouth the most. He made small, circular motions that sent tingles throughout her boy.

"Put more pressure," she murmured. She had never dared to give direction to someone during sex before, but she had a feeling he would take it well. He didn't say a word, he did as she asked, pressing a little harder but keeping his rhythm the same. He could feel her building up to an orgasm. Her hips made small thrusting motions.

"Fuck," he told her as he finally kissed her exactly where she wanted him to, "you look so fucking stunning…" he murmured. She took a handful of his hair, pressing him against her as he tasted her. She felt less self conscious about receiving head then she'd ever before. And, she thought as her eyes rolled back in to her head, it was already better than any half-assed attempt she'd received before.

She wanted to come for him, she wanted to come so hard to repay him for how attentive and patient he was being, how much he seemed to be in to her body and for allowing her the confidence to be open with him.

She could feel sensation building quickly as his tongue connected with her clitoris. She could barely contain it as he covered her with his mouth, his tongue exploring her without reserve. She felt his mouth around her the way she'd watched him take her breast in his mouth – with hunger and urgency. He flicked his tongue over her, but he went back to work with his thumb, making faster, circular motions while he continued to please her with his mouth.

"I'm going to come…" she announced.

"So relax and do it, make it good…" he told her firmly as if it was a command.

"You need to move your-"

"Olivia," he stopped her, "relax, enjoy it, don't worry about me," he told her, wanting her to shut the fuck up and stop worrying, hating the shit-for-brains who'd obviously made her self-conscious in the past.

She fell silent finally, doing as he commanded.

Surprising her, he slid his fingers inside of her again, pressing firmly in against a spot that almost made her body lift in shock. Instantly she felt herself coming, hard too, just as he wanted.

He continued, moving fast, feeling her body all but convulsing beneath him. It had crept up on her, hitting her hard. She almost ripped his hand away from her clitoris, it became far too sensitive as she writhed in pleasure, held only in place by his strong hands as his mouth covered her, not making any attempt to move away from her as she expected he might.

He removed his fingers from inside her and continued to work on her with his tongue, squeezing the flesh of her ass, pressing his face against her, as her body began to calm down with tremors taking over her legs.

He didn't stop kissing her when he felt her breathing start to slow and her body stopped writhing around so involuntarily, not wanting to irritate how sensitive the area became.

She was out of breath. He lifted his head and saw that she was exhausted. Her eyes were shut and she was still struggling with the overwhelming feelings.

He reached for her hand that was rested by her side, sheets still clenched in her fingers. She let go and grabbed his. He gave her hand a squeeze as he made his way back up beside her, planting kisses all the way back up to her lips. He planted one last soft kiss on her forehead, before moving over, back beside her.

Olivia opened her eyes and smiled at him. She planted a kiss right back on his upper arm. She rolled over on to her side and let her hand find her way to the hard mound tucked inside of his trunks. Trevor intercepted her hand and raised it to his mouth kissing the back of it, "its okay…" he let his voice trail off.

"What? No…"

He smiled, looking a little weary; as weary as she felt. He seemed so content and relaxed. "I'm going to assume there will be a third date, and hopefully a forth. Its okay, Liv… there's time."

"There will definitely be a third and forth date," she said seriously in a low voice, somewhat surprised that he was already thinking that far ahead. She half expected to sleep with him maybe once or twice and for him to lose interest as was the way with some men from her past.

His eyes creased in the corners with joy.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked bluntly, concerned that he had pushed her away from him twice.

He laughed, "Yes… yes I do… but its okay, we'll get to that..." He had intended to have sex with her, but despite Helena's earlier pep talk, he really wasn't that guy who slept with someone on the first date. Also, he knew once she had come, it wasn't going to be half as enjoyable for her, it was just basic biology.

He ignored his hard penis, it felt stifling and the mere thought of her wrapping her hand around him made him want to forget what he'd just said but knew already that he was emotionally invested; the night had cemented that for him. He knew she liked him, it was clear. He didn't expect that she was going anywhere.

"I feel bad…" her voice trailed off.

He just smiled at her goodness. "Have you ever given someone a blow job and then they've never returned any of the favor?"

She laughed and scoffed. "Too many times." She paused, "Wait, that sounded bad," they both laughed, "I just mean, in a relationship."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Liv," He then shrugged, "But if that's happened to you, then just look at it like I'm taking this one for your cause. I mean, don't worry when it happens it'll happen," he grinned cockily and she was all for it, "and you will not be sorry, but… its fine. I made you come really hard and pretty fucking proud of that," he told her, feeling pretty good about himself.

Olivia's cheeks turned red, "Stop," she murmured, covering her face with her hand, embarrassed.

"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago…" he teased her, smoothing his hands over her absently, enjoying her bashfulness.

He reached up and pulled her hand away from her face and gave her a short, sweet kiss on her mouth. "I'm just teasing you," he said seriously, he traced his finger around her hairline thoughtfully. Olivia loved how sweet he was but how quickly he knew when to dial down the sweetness and replace it with unadulterated provocativeness.

"Say something…" he prompted her, hating the silence, "what are you thinking?"

She glanced at him and then away again, it was hard to look him in the eye as her inhibitions were creeping back in. "I don't know…"

He gave a faint smile, "Sure you do… you know exactly what you're thinking, just say it…" he pushed.

She drew in a deep sigh, "I dunno how to act right now," she admitted bravely, "Like, do you want me to gather my clothes and leave… or do you want me to stay or-"

He stopped her with a kiss. "Stop overthinking everything. I definitely don't want you to go… I want you to stay with me tonight, probably tomorrow night too… it'd be for the best anyway, you deserve better than three star accommodation."

She chuckled, finally, some of the seriousness falling away.

"So... was it good for you? Out of 10? A 58, right?" he asked her half-joking. He knew she had enjoyed herself, there was no faking it, he knew that was for sure.

Olivia laughed, "100 out of 10," she admitted, "would bed again," she added, still laughing, grinning at him.

He grinned right back at her, pleased with himself.

"You're definitely a wonderful surprise…"

"Wait, you thought I was going to be a dud in bed?" he asked, slightly offended, but still amused.

"I had no expectation but… if I can be honest," she paused and her cheeks flushed and she covered her face again, "No nevermind-"

"Don't you dare stop midway through that sentence, Detective Benson," he said, rolling her on to her back and pinning her down playfully, pressing both of her hands on either side of her head against the mattress. "Finish what you were going to say…"

She was felt so full of feelings for him, it was almost hard to hold inside. She was sure it was just the after-sex glow taking over her, but she didn't care because the feeling allowed her to feel just that little bit more open and honest with him. "I was just… going to say," she tried to lift her head to kiss his mouth that was turned up in to a slight smile, concentrating on her words.

"No-" he shook his head, moving his neck back so she couldn't reach his mouth. "You finish what you were going to say or else no more kissing me…"

"Oh jeez…" she murmured, "okay okay… I'm telling you this and if you ever repeat it to anyone I will definitely deny it. You are actually the first man that I've actually come like that for…"

"What?" he asked, incredulous. "You're kidding, right?"

She laughed as he let go of her, flopping back on to his side in shock. "Olivia Benson, I am outraged for you!" he said dramatically holding on to his chest as if in deep despair. "Who the fuck have you been sleeping with to have had such utter disappointment after disappointment?" He thought about Cassidy who he was certain was a closet stoner and then there was Ed Tucker, ugh, he thought, he wondered how he even managed to get close to her. "I only know about Cassidy and Ed and I can't say I'm surprised about either one…"

She slapped him on the arm in mock anger. "Hey! They were both nice men…"

"C'mon," he pressed, "don't be diplomatic when you are in private, you don't need to be polite with me."

"Okay," she said simply, "but I'm not in the habit of trashing my ex's because its kind of a poor reflection on me. But, I guess Cassidy was someone that was familiar and safe to me after everything that happened with…" she paused, hating to even use his name, "you know."

Trevor nodded slowly. Olivia did such a good job of healing from sucha traumatic experience that it oddly never factored in to his thoughts. "Yeah… I can understand that."

"I guess it was more about wanting someone to protect me than wanting to be in a relationship and I think because of everything, I found it hard to be vulnerable with him and it took its toll and he walked out on me, which is fair."

"It's not fair," he countered, "it's not fair that he decided it was all too hard and just walked out, Liv, that's a douchebag right there. I would never walk out on someone who had been through something so fucking awful," he said, feeling a little angry on her behalf.

"No," she shook her head, grateful for his defense, but she didn't entirely agree. "Imagine living with someone who won't let you touch them or kiss them or even sleep in the same bed? It's the nursing the nightmares, tending to the wounds without ever really getting a choice in the matter for him, you know?" she asked, saying more about her kidnapping than she'd ever said to Cassidy himself.

He nodded. "Maybe though, if he tried harder you might have opened up. I feel like we've really just spent two days together and I already feel like you're more comfortable with me – even talking about this, I know it can't be easy."

She regarded him with a grateful smile. "Thanks Trevor, you're right, I do feel a bit more comfortable but I think it has to do with you and your personality," she complimented him. "Cassidy and I, neither of us were ever good at emotions, its probably why the relationship was so convenient."

"And Ed Tucker?"

Olivia chuckled. "I don't even know about that one…" she shrugged. "Probably a little bit of the same… Tucker was such a menace to Elliot and I in the early days and then it kind of came full circle during an investigation and we hit it off…"

"You were way too good for him," Trevor said bluntly, "I always thought he was a pig, but to be fair, you thought I was a pig too."

"Honestly?" she turned her body inward toward him, "I didn't ever truly think you were a pig, I was just really raw about the Sanchez case. I have always thought you were incredibly good looking," she admitted, "now, don't let it get to your head or anything…"

He laughed, "I've always been in awe of you from afar," he replied, "you work harder than anyone I've ever met and for all the right reasons and I've seen you interrogate my clients in a way that's so utterly fucking sexy…" he chuckled, "which obviously I could never say or show."

Olivia laughed. "You like it when I'm telling someone they're going to be a prison bitch?" she found it a little hilarious.

"Yes… it's more about the way you are so strong and unmoved by even the darkest criminals, there's so much strength in that. And then on top of all that, it's like you don't even age, you just got hotter…"

She made a face, "and bigger…"

"Don't be stupid," he said seriously, "your body is a fuckin' delight," he said with a laugh at himself but he wasn't joking.

"Oh stop…" she replied, "I can't deal with this conversation… too embarrassing."

He leaned over and kissed her lips, "I don't care…" he told her, "I will keep telling you til you believe how much I love your thighs and your ass… I could grab your ass all day, are you kidding?" he kissed her again to stop her from saying anything

Her laughter reverberated against his lips. He pulled away, stroking her hair. "For whatever its worth, I feel pretty honored that you've given me such a high score in the bedroom. Promise that it will only get better from here."

"Thanks for being … such a gentleman, I know that sounds corny but, it's actually just very refreshing for a woman to be with someone attentive, confident and actually backing up the shit talk with a whole lot of action," she told him quietly; her eyes searching his.

Trevor kissed her in response.

"Only the best for my detective Benson…" his voice trailed. Olivia noticed he had put a little ownership on her name which ordinarily would have bothered her but she knew it was just his feelings showing.

She smiled, feeling warm and content.

"I have a crazy idea…" he started.

"Okay, let's hear it…" she rolled her eyes and looked at him.

"I'll go draw a bath – it'd be a shame if that huge tub goes to waste. We can relax, drink the rest of our wine and hang out for a little while before bed."

"Ohhh, that sounds like the best idea…" she agreed. "I love a good bath…"

He wasn't sure she would go for it, but he needed to take a shower and he knew she probably did too but he was also aware of how self conscious she was after how she had bolted to the shower earlier that morning and also from the few comments she'd made.

He got up from the bed. He paused, bending over. "Ooh look at that, someone else has a great ass…" she teased.

He looked behind him and noticed she was staring with a cheeky, wide grin. He laughed. He picked up her thong that he'd tossed on the floor, balled up. He showed her. "Just thinking, can I keep these?" he said seriously.

The grin dropped from her face in horror, thinking he was serious. Seeing her face contort with disgust he started to laugh, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding…" he said. He tossed them at her, "but seriously, hot thong… you should wear them all the time…"

"How do you know that I don't?" she retorted watching him disappear in to the bathroom, laughing to himself. Ugh, she thought flopping her head down on to the pillow. His body was beautiful. She was glad to see that he still had some hair on his chest and wasn't a sculpted, hairless muscleman. As he walked away standing tall, she saw how muscular his back was, how thick his own thighs were and his calves weren't skinny or too thin, he was perfectly proportioned for his entire stature.

Such a turn on, she thought.

She breathed contentedly, smiling to herself. Her body was still very sensitive but she felt good.

Trevor came back out holding up a robe. "Look, I found this for you… just in case you want to use it..." he put it down on his side of the mattress for her.

"Thanks," she smiled. "I might use it."

He didn't mind, he wanted her to feel comfortable. He took the glasses in to the bathroom and the bottle of wine.

The tub was a large, wide rectangle affixed to the wall, with a little internal area beside it on the tiles that was filled with amenities like soaps and shampoos and a bubble bath. After setting the wine down beside the amenities, Trevor picked up the bubble bath and opened the lid. He gave it a little sniff, making sure it smelled okay. He poured a little in, not sure of how much he should use. He gave a shrug and squeezed the rest of the bottle in and went back out.

He remerged back in to the bedroom. Olivia was sitting on the edge of the bed with the robe around her, looking at her phone.

"Who you texting?" he wondered.

"Melinda Warner was just giving me details about a case," she fibbed.

"You guys still message each other after hours?" he asked, "do you all just work and sleep?'

"Pretty much," Olivia replied. Her phone buzzed and she looked back down at the screen. She made sure he wasn't hovering before she opened it.

"Oh my gosh…. Are you kidding me? Good for you Olivia. I will need extensive details including measurements and if you have any visual aids, that might be good too. LOL! Just kidding girl, you have fun. I'm so happy for you."

She almost laughed but she smiled, tightlipped at the phone.

Trevor knew she was messaging a friend. He knew by the stifled expression that she was giving at least some kind of detail to someone.

He left it alone. She put her phone down and looked up at him. "Are you hungry?" he wondered, "I'm kinda hungry…"

She laughed, "You need some kind of power bar, do you?" she wondered as a joke.

"Yeah maybe," he scratched his tummy, not caring a single bit that he was almost entirely naked before her. She let her eyes linger over his tall, muscular frame, all the way down to his hips, not being able to avoid the large bulge in his pants. She wasn't sure if it he was mildly erect or if he was well hung, either way she knew she would find out very quickly. "Maybe after our bath I'll order a burger…"

"Are you kidding?" she started to laugh, "you are a machine, where does all that food go?" she wondered.

"I run so I can eat what I want."

Olivia laughed, "Riiiight, so that's my problem. I don't run."

"You don't need to run. You, my sweet, are perfect, as I already told you."

She smiled and got to her feet. "I'm going to use the bathroom, is that cool?"

"Of course.. let me know when you're in the bath and its cool for me to come in," he said wanting to give her privacy.

"I'm not a total prude, Trevor, you can come in when I'm done in the bathroom," she replied, getting up and making her way towards the other room, closing the door behind her.