Fair warning, this story might be all over the map with some chapters. Sorry, that's just how it seems to be working out.

Those goddamn leather boots were going to be the death of him. Elliot was starting to hate when she wore them. It'd only been two months since he'd seen her in them and he wasn't anywhere near ready to see them again, not after what they'd done to him last time.

Olivia had dressed in mostly leather with the exception of a black shirt and skirt. She was posing as "GoodTimeGirl" on a dating app to meet a potential rapist known as "BigPeter".

Elliot had made an excuse as to why he couldn't go to be there for the take down and Olivia understood. Fin went with her instead, cocking his eyebrow at her as he saw her waiting for him in the hallway.

"I don't wanna hear it…" She told Fin sternly. He just snickered and walked with her to the elevator.

After they'd made the collar, Fin put Peter in the box and Olivia quickly changed in the locker room. She wasn't going to put Elliot through the hell of having to see her dressed like that while interrogating a suspect.

It'd been two months since she'd gotten him off and two months since she'd made her suggestions about his possible depression but she was starting to doubt herself on that. He wasn't as down lately and he didn't miss much work anymore except for something that revolved around Eli. Elliot still had his fair share of anger though.

She didn't know if he'd gotten help, if he'd talked to or seen someone and she didn't ask. He had private aspects about his life and she had her own. If things had continued to look bad for him, Olivia would have stepped in but they seemed fine now so she'd backed off. Anger was different than depression and his anger she could deal with.

"This app is the perfect hunting grounds for rapists, huh?" She asked Peter as she faced him, with Elliot standing behind him facing her.

"Rape?" Peter scoffed. "No. I've slept with thousands of women and every single one of them said 'yes' to me."

Olivia's eyebrows shot up and her mouth hung open slightly. She was genuinely surprised, mostly because she believed him. She believed that he'd slept with thousands of women but what the fuck? Who has time for that? Who does that? Jesus. She at least hoped the women knew that it was just fucking and that no one was being led on.

Elliot had scoffed though.

"Thousands?" Elliot said, not even looking at the man's face since Elliot was walking around behind the guy. "The app's only been up for six months…" He said, calling the man's bluff.

"Nah, I was talking about lifetime wise." Peter answered.

Olivia nodded sort of robotically.

"So, you're a sex addict?" She asked. It was really the only thing she could think of, the only explanation that would explain how a man, or anyone for that matter, could sleep with over a thousand women before they're even thirty.

"No, I'm a red-blooded guy living the American dream…" Peter told Olivia calmly as he walked around and sat down at the interrogation table to face her again with Elliot leaning up against the wall behind him.

"You're every woman's worst nightmare…" Olivia countered. "But that's why this app, 'AnonymousQuickie' is so perfect for you." She said, crossing her arms. "Everyone that gets to know you hates you."

Peter began to laugh.

"I'm on AQ because I don't have time for dating… I'm a stockbroker and I love sex." Peter explained.

"A stockbroker? You really do enjoy screwing people…" Elliot piped up.

"And I've never had any complaints…" Peter smiled, continuing his conversation with Olivia and ignoring Elliot.

Olivia smiled right back. "So, then you won't mind if we conduct a customer satisfaction survey?"

Peter nodded.

"We'll need your phone…" Olivia said, pointing at the device in his hand.

"You know…" Peter said as he slid his phone across the table to her. "You should really try AQ for yourself, Detective."

Her eyebrows went up in question.

"You seem like you need it…" Peter told her.

Olivia took the phone and dipped down, bracing herself on the table.

"You know what I think?" She whispered. "I think sleeping with all those women got boring and you needed to up the thrill to get it up. First beating, then choking, and now murder…"

Peter stood up slowly, leaning over the table so he was eye to eye and nose to nose with Olivia.

"Well, you're the one getting all hot and bothered, Detective Benson…" He whispered to her. She was staring him right in the eye. Anger was radiating off her body. "And you wanna know what I think?" He asked. "I think you need a good fuck, you need a good orgasm because you're a tight ass… and not in the good way…" He smiled at her.

Elliot grabbed Peter's right shoulder harshly and pushed him back down in his chair away from Olivia.

"You get off on inflicting pain?" Elliot tried to casually ask, as if the thought of himself fucking Olivia on the interrogation table hadn't just crossed his mind thanks to the shit that Peter was spewing about Olivia and her tight ass.

"Unlike you, I don't need to hurt someone to get it up…" Peter directed over his shoulder towards Elliot who was now back to leaning against the wall.

Elliot rolled his eyes and moved to leave the interrogation room, following Olivia who was already on her way out the door with the cell phone.

"I hope you find something helpful on this…" Olivia said to the tech guy that was waiting outside the door. Then she walked over to the double mirrored glass and stared at their perp as Elliot joined her.

So far, this case was a complicated one but then again, most of them are.

"You think he's good for it?" He asked Olivia as he stood at her left side, gazing through the window at Peter.

"I think he's good for something…" She told him. "There has to be something we can collar him with…." Olivia stated as she sighed.

"Well he was right about one thing…" Elliot told her.

"What's that?" She asked, glancing at him.

"You've got a tight ass." He said as he smiled a shit eating grin as he continued to stare through the glass.

Olivia rolled her eyes at him. "Is that really all you got from that conversation?" She asked.

Suddenly, in strolled Alex Cabot who somehow had weaseled her way back into the one-six. Well, it was more like they'd begged her to come back. Turns out, the last A.D.A couldn't handle the job and the one after that had to leave suddenly for some emergency.

So, Olivia's transfer request for a new A.D.A. didn't stick as well as she'd wanted it to. There was no legit reason Olivia could give the board as to why Alex shouldn't be working there other than the fact that Olivia thought Alex had put her needs before their rape victim's needs.

The brunette would never tell that to the bar though. It'd just be a she-said she-said type thing, other people would get called in, it would create waves for Olivia. Waves that she didn't need right now and didn't care to deal with.

Alex walked over to look through the class and Olivia took a step back.

"I'm going to see if they got anything off that phone." Olivia directed at Elliot as she exited the area. He knew it was a lie. It'd be hours before they'd have anything on the phone if they found something. Elliot knew she was making excuses to vacate the area that Cabot now inhibited.

"Did he give anything up?" Alex asked Elliot.

"Nah. Even volunteered his DNA so something tells me he didn't do it." He sighed as he put his hands in his pockets, not quite knowing what to say to Alex other than things that pertained to work.

"She hates me…" Alex whispered.

Elliot swallowed and lowered his voice a bit.

"She's just being Olivia. You know how she is with exes. After she breaks it off, she prefers not to speak to them or have any contact. Only problem is she works with you. It's hard on her… she's just… getting adjusted." Elliot tried.

He'd support Olivia until his last breath but he also didn't want to get on Alex's bad side right now either, especially since she'd pretty much seen Elliot in Olivia's bed. Even though they weren't doing anything, it could still be taken the wrong way and Cragen certainly didn't need to hear about it.

"She's being a bitch." Alex said icily. "We're at work. She needs to act like it. She's going to have to talk to me at some point. They want to bring me back on full-time. Apparently, SVU couldn't keep an A.D.A. even if the squad depended on it…" The blonde shot him a look and his eyes darkened.

Elliot moved closer to the woman, his chest puffed out slightly.

"You're the one that went and fucked Langan. You shoulda told her. She didn't need to find out that way." He said lowly.

In a way, he was hurt that Olivia had feelings for the blonde and it pissed him off that the blonde had hurt Olivia in return. He'd never tell Olivia who she could and couldn't sleep with though, he wasn't that kind of man and they didn't have that kind of relationship. Elliot wanted nothing more than for her to be happy.

Alex shot him a warning glance, as if to tell him he had no business speaking about her sex life.

"She needs to get her shit together. She told me a thousand times that we were casual."

"Okay, so that doesn't mean go fuck ever defense attorney in New York City!" He said louder than he anticipated. "You keep an open line of communication, you make sure you're clean, she's clean, your other partners are clean, and you give her a heads up if you plan on having a relationship with someone else that you BOTH work for. Goddamn!" He huffed, glancing around to make sure no one would be joining them because of his raised voice.

Elliot knew he was both right and wrong. Alex should have done all of those things and more, but so should Oliva. Neither one would ever tell a soul about their ongoing relationship/affair or whatever it was but Olivia could have at least told Alex about Porter.

Then, he stormed out of the area, going into the squad room and trying to find something to do. He'd just wanted to defend Olivia.

She'd been through hell most of her entire life. With what she had to deal with growing up, the stuff at Sealview, then being framed for murder and almost getting raped in jail again, Olivia didn't need this shit from Cabot who was just a trust fund baby, who'd never known any hardships except the amount of energy and effort that it took to get through law school.

"Hey, you okay?" Olivia asked as she watched him angrily shift through the papers on his desk while standing up.

"They get anything?" He asked.

"Not yet. We can't do anything until the DNA swab or the phone analysis comes back." Olivia explained, still trying to catch his eyes.

Elliot avoided her gaze and walked to the edge of her desk.

"Meet me in the cribs in five." He whispered. It's not like anyone was really in the squad room anyways. Munch and Fin were out on a case. The captain was in his office on some business call.

Every now and then and officer would walk through but that was it.

Olivia looked at him with curious eyes but eventually nodded in agreement, then went back to writing at her desk.

Elliot made his way up to the cribs to wait for her. He honestly wanted to go a few rounds with the punching bag but he wasn't sure he'd have time to do that before they had a break in the case.

…

After a few minutes of working on her paperwork, longer than five minutes actually, because she let time get away from her, Olivia made her way to the crib.

It was dark, which was the usual since they only used the room to get some rest or sleep when they needed it.

Olivia gasped slightly as she felt a strong arm grab her by the waist and pull her to the right, also shutting the door behind her firmly. She was lightly pinned against the wall a few feet away from the door. The brunette wasn't worried though, she knew it was Elliot. And the fact that he had boldly pinned her to the wall meant that they must be the only ones in the room.

There was a small amount of light coming from a window, enough that they could see each other and that there was a small strip of sunlight on the floor at the end of the room. She could make out all of the beds and they did look empty. Elliot would have checked them already though.

She let her head fall back against the cold, hard wall as she relaxed into his stance.

Elliot had both forearms pressed against the wall, by her head and shoulders and his lower half was barely touching hers.

"You took long enough…" He told her silently.

Olivia gave him a lazy smile instead of chastising him about suddenly being so intimate with her at their place of work.

She was staring into his eyes trying to read him, to gage if something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Olivia asked him lightly as she lolled her head from one side to the other, letting her cheek rest against his right wrist that was leaned against the wall.

"Yeah… just needed a minute to breathe…" He told her in a strangled whisper.

She gave him another small smile.

"And you need me here for that?" Olivia asked him, raising an eyebrow. Humor danced in her eyes even though she knew this might be a serious conversation.

"Sometimes…" He started but stopped himself, biting his lip.

"Finish your sentence." She commanded lightly.

"Sometimes… I feel like I can't breathe without you…"

Olivia pursed her lips together. She wished she had not told him to finish the sentence.

"Don't talk like that, El." Olivia told him. "You can't talk like that."

Elliot moved his head to the right, glancing around the room, acting like he was taking in their surroundings when really he was just buying himself time to be alone with her.

"I just needed a breather… I just wanted you here for that…"

Olivia took a deep breath and brought her hands up to cup his face, her right hand stroking his cheek. He looked calmer than he had downstairs but there was still the slightest touch of anger in his eyes. But then again, Olivia wasn't sure that anger ever fully left his body.

She wanted to ask if he'd gotten help, if he'd seen a doctor or talked to Haung but she decided against it.

If she thought he needed to get off, she'd always been the one to initiate it. He'd never asked her to do anything and as far as she knew, he was standing by that. She didn't feel is dick poking her, so he either wasn't turned on or had it tucked away. But she didn't think he'd asked her up here for a sexual favor. Elliot seemed like he really did just need a break and maybe wanted to be with her.

Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, planting a small kiss on his lips. Then she looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what he needed or wanted.

The brunette had basically thrown her 'rule book' out the door by now.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, why she was acting this way and being so careless.

Elliot was the one who leaned in this time. He nipped at her bottom lip, then went along her jawline, and down to the right side of her neck. There was a place on her skin, just under her ear that he knew if he kissed her there, he'd get a response.

He wasn't looking for sex or even to get off, he was just looking for affection.

"Mmmmm…" Olivia hummed as his mouth made contact with her sensitive spot and her arms tightened around his neck, her left-hand landing on the back of his head gently running through his short hair.

Olivia's eyes popped open as she heard someone clear their throat.

She tried to figure out how they'd missed the door being opened. It was big and squeaky, they should have heard it. She and Elliot must have been caught up in themselves and enjoying each other's affection.

Elliot stopped his movements against Olivia's neck and pulled back slowly but not much. His face was still in the vicinity of hers. Olivia slowly dropped her arms from around his neck and let her head fall back against the wall as she closed her eyes tightly, like if she wished hard enough, then Alex Cabot wouldn't be standing there staring at them.

Biting his bottom lip and sighing, Elliot kept his forearms braced on the wall on the outside of Olivia, as if he was trying to protect her from whatever was about to happen, as if she would need saving.

"For the record," Alex said in a surprisingly calm voice. "I thought I was just following Olivia up here to talk… I didn't realize you were up here too." She confessed, looking at Elliot since the brunette against the wall still had her eyes shut.

Elliot nodded, not sure what else to do. They were caught red-handed.

He stared at the blonde, waiting for the ice queen to make her move.

"We're going to be fired…" He heard Olivia whispered, which got his attention and when he looked away from Alex and to Olivia, he saw that her eyes were still closed tight and a single tear was making its way down her face.

But Alex had heard Olivia's hushed whisper as well and walked a big closer to them which only made Elliot tense up.

"I came up here to talk to you…" Alex calmly directed at Olivia, who sniffled, and wiped her face after finally opening her eyes.

"We're not getting fired." Elliot told Olivia strongly, then shot a look at Alex. It was a threatening look. A look that said 'if you fuck up our careers, I'll fuck yours up'.

"Listen," Alex started. "They want me to stay on as A.D.A. again. I just wanted to clear the air so we could work together…" She tried.

Olivia was studying Alex. Looking her up and down, trying to figure out what her agenda was.

"And you have no right to be mad at me for Trevor when you've been fucking Elliot. You know that, Olivia." The blonde demanded, crossing her arms.

Olivia grabbed onto Elliot's bicep on the arm that was leaning on the wall in front of her.

"I'm not fucking him."

Well, it was true. Technically they were actually fucking each other.

"Were you not fucking Dean Porter too?" Alex asked. She'd turned from calm to slightly aggressive.

Olivia shot her a glare and Elliot huffed at the argument that was currently taking place before his eyes.

"You were gone!" The brunette told Alex. "You kept leaving me to go off to the jungle, to those villages, to where ever the fuck it is that you go and you left me here." Olivia demanded, tears flooding her eyes.

"I was helping women and children who were being gang raped, Olivia!" Alex told her like it should have been obvious. "You should be happy and proud that I went over there and did that! You have no idea what it was like… some of the things I saw and did…"

"I know it makes me a selfish bitch…" Olivia said, trying to calm herself and her breathing before she really did began crying. "But I wish you had stayed. I thought we could make something, that we could work on having something."

"Then you should have told me that!" Alex stressed. "And you should have told me I had competition damnit!" The blonde spat at Olivia, referring to Elliot, who raised his eyebrows in response to the comment with a slight look of shock.

"I could say the same thing!" Olivia said fiercely as she shoved Elliot's arm out of her way. He took the hint and backed up, giving her room.

"I only started seeing Trevor after I realized just how causal we were, Olivia." Alex said. "I had a feeling about Porter but it was only confirmed recently… and everyone always thinks you two are hooking up so there's no surprise there…" She said, gesturing to Elliot.

"You leave him out of this!" Olivia said with fire in her eyes. "He has nothing to do with me and you. He didn't even know about us."

"Whatever." Alex told her. "He was in your bed, Liv. I'm not stupid. If you two aren't fucking, you're doing other things."

"You don't know what you're talking about." Olivia stated lowly.

"And you two were definitely about to do something when I walked in." Alex said.

Olivia shook her head.

"He was all over you, Olivia." Alex continued. "It was like he couldn't get enough of his partner."

"Shut up!" Olivia almost yelled.

"Tell me something, who gives better head? Me or him?" She demanded.

"Him." The brunette said lowly with eyes full of hate and rage.

Elliot threw both hands in the air and his mouth hung open slightly as the conversation took and R-rated turn that pertained to him.

"Okay, okay." He quickly called to both women. "Let's take it down a notch before the whole precinct hears." Elliot said as he walked closer to both women who were now shooting him a death glare for getting in the middle of their argument.

"This is tough, I get it." He told them.

"Says the man who spends more time with his mistress than his actual wife…" Alex said and Elliot shot her daggers with his eyes.

"Hey," He said firmly. "She's not allowed to talk about herself like that and neither are you." Elliot said forcefully.

Alex shot him a small look then glanced at Olivia, as if she realized whatever was between them might be more than just a fling or some spontaneously convenient affair. It was like the blonde was realizing that Elliot actually might care about Olivia, who was currently looking down at the ground due to Alex's comment.

"You both slept with other people and you both got hurt." Elliot told them, laying everything out for them. "Shit happened. It sucked, but it's gonna be okay for everyone. It's over for you both now," he said. "Give it some time, work on just tolerating each other at work because that's all you have to do now. And it won't even be an everyday thing. Only when we need an A.D.A.'s help with a case or if you have some questions for us." Elliot more so directed at Alex.

Olivia let out a watery, sad, laugh.

"He's right." Olivia told the blonde. "We're toxic for each other. This would have never worked between us now anyways, not after all that's happened. We can't fix it." She said. "And to be honest, I don't want to fix it."

Alex nodded in agreement. It was kind of sad but it was true.

"Just… work with me on cases. Don't be a bitch and give me the silent treatment when I'm actually trying to get shit done…" Alex told Olivia.

The brunette nodded at her ex-girlfriend.

Alex grabbed the handle to exit the room but Olivia stopped her.

"Hey…" She called out.

"Yeah?" Alex asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

"Umm about me and El…" Olivia trailed off and Elliot put his hands on his hips and gazed at the floor, waiting to hear what his fate would be.

Alex took a deep breath before looking at Olivia again.

"The things we did…. in bed… is that going to stay between us or are there going to be new rumors about the ice queen going around the precinct and D.A.'s office?" The blonde asked Olivia.

Olivia swallowed hard as a vivid flashback of their love life hit her briefly.

…

Flashback:

The bed creaked as Olivia's thrusts sped up. She was on top of Alex and pounding into her hard and had been for the past two minutes. The blonde's sex drive was incredible and she could only imagine the pleasure that was being brought from the vibrating, strap-on dildo that Olivia currently was wearing.

"Mmmmm…." Alex had managed to strangle out.

The brunette's hands were wrapped tightly around Alex's neck, strangling and choking her.

The blonde's mouth was open and her eyes were currently shut with her face red from strangulation.

Within seconds her body contorted and Olivia could feel the muscles in Alex's body contract beneath her.

The orgasm was powerful and halfway through it, Olivia released the younger woman's neck. She couldn't do it any longer.

Olivia ran her hands up and down Alex's thighs as she was coming down from her high. The brunette's back was covered in sweat.

Alex Cabot had one hell of a sex drive.

The blonde was breathing hard and Olivia reached down and turned the dildo off, then moved to get up but two hands grabbed her thighs and held her into place.

Once Alex finally caught her breath, she looked at Olivia and took in her features. She was sweaty and had been breathing hard herself.

"I'm sorry." Alex told her honestly.

Olivia's face contorted in confusion.

"For what?" She asked.

"For scaring you. I've freaked you out. I'm sorry."

Olivia smiled and shook her head.

"You didn't freak me out Alex." She promised the blonde.

Alex took a deep breath. "I've only been able to trust one other person with this…" she confessed.

"It's okay. You can trust me, never doubt that." Olivia told her, grabbing her hand and interlacing it with her own.

"I still scared you…"

"If you want me to do this for you sometimes, if it's what you like and what you need to reach your orgasm, that's fine." Olivia promised. "But I'm not comfortable strangling you until you pass out. That, that's what scares me. I don't want to hurt you…"

Alex gave her a thin smile. "I won't ask you to do that. It's usually not something that's done on purpose and if it happens, I'll be fine. I've done it in the past. Just as soon as I pass out, you let go, but I'm okay, really." Alex promised. "I will never ask you to do something that you aren't comfortable with, Olivia." She said. "Usually, we put something around my neck as a barrier between your hands and me so that there is no bruising but I just really wanted to feel your hands on me the first time…"

Olivia continued to watch Alex and soak up her words.

"If you didn't like this, we won't ever do it again."

"I… I like seeing you have powerful orgasms like that… I like that I can bring you to this state of ecstasy…" Olivia confessed.

"Okay… we'll do it every now and then if you want to, if you can handle it. But if not, that's okay. We can have vanilla sex too." Alex told her.

Olivia laughed at that statement.

"Sex with Alex Cabot is never vanilla…." Olivia said and began taking the strap-on off of her pelvis.

Alex watched Olivia work. She was a beautiful sight in bed.

Olivia had been hesitant at first when Alex had told her she liked to be choked. The blonde was scared to confess one of her secrets to the brunette but there was just something about Olivia that made her feel safe. She'd been more surprised when Olivia had agreed to try it.

…

Present Day:

Olivia remembered when she found out Trevor was fucking Alex, she remembered asking Alex in her bedroom if she'd given her everything she'd wanted and if she'd satisfied her. It's one reason why Olivia hadn't understood that Alex turned to Trevor. What he a strangler? Did he like the same things Alex did?

Alex cast a glance at Elliot and turned a small shade of red from a mixture of panic and embarrassment as she tried to assess if Elliot knew about her secrets or not.

Olivia's face softened.

"Alex… I'd never do that… I'd never spread those rumors or tell people that…." Olivia told her sincerely. She saw Alex glancing at Elliot. "He doesn't know." Olivia told her, trying to put her worry at ease.

It was true. Olivia hadn't told Elliot the intimate details about her and Alex's life in the bedroom. She'd shared some things with him, but not the things Alex was currently talking about.

"What you like… I'd never make fun of you for that no matter how mad I got and I'd never tell people. I'd never ruin your reputation like that." Olivia promised.

"Thanks…" Alex said shyly and bit her lip. "I honestly don't care that you two are fucking…" The blonde stated and Olivia shot her another glare. "Or not fucking, whatever it is the two of you are doing. If people find out, it won't be from me." She promised.

"Thanks…" Olivia whispered and Elliot nodded at the blonde, giving his silent 'thanks'. Truthfully, he just felt a little awkward now.

"But be careful…" Alex said gently, glancing around the room once more before tightening her grasp on the door knob. "He's married and he has kids so… just be careful." Alex looked at her with concern and some level of care. It kind of caught Olivia off guard. The brunette nodded at her none-the-less though.

And then she was out the door.

Olivia just stood there staring at the door while Elliot stood behind her. His heart was racing, he still wasn't entirely sure Alex wouldn't tell anyone about them but only time would tell.

I didn't get a lot of reviews on the last chapter so I'm not sure y'all liked it as well. I'm trying really hard though.

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