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As it turns out, Jason wasn't their main rapist/murderer. They weren't even sure if he was good for Samantha's murder.

The trophies they'd found were years old. Many years. So old that Jason's alibi was simply that he hadn't been born. Fin had gotten a hit on the wedding ring. Joan, the woman the ring had been taken from was now in her sixties.

Olivia was tasked with visiting Joan Arliss while Cragen sent Elliot to get his head shrinked. After him, Olivia was sure to be next, so she made the most of her time by visiting Joan instead of phoning her.

Vivian Arliss met the brunette detective at the door. Olivia quickly learned that Joan had advanced Alzheimer's. She stayed asleep most of the time but even if she had been awake, she wouldn't have been able to answer Olivia's questions appropriately.

The slightly older woman felt bad for Vivian. It was clear to see that she was a recovering addict. Her demeanor gave her away.

The blonde was confused when Olivia explained that she had needed to ask her mother about her wedding ring. Joan was clearly wearing one.

Olivia suggested that she'd probably bought it after her original one was stolen.

"Huh." Vivian said. "That's weird. She never mentioned it to me…" She pondered. "Boy, you robbery cops never give up do you? Why did you go through all the trouble to track her down?" The blonde wondered, sounding like she'd had a run in with some robbery cops herself in the past.

The detective's face clouded with confusion. She realized she hadn't introduced herself as SVU, just NYPD.

A light bulb instantly clicked in Olivia's head. Vivian didn't know about the rape. Olivia tried to recover quickly.

"I… I think I've made a mistake. I've taken up enough of your time." The brunette said as she gave the other woman a small fake smile and headed to the door.

Olivia nearly jogged down the front steps and across the street to her car. Vivian followed her closely. The woman could tell something was wrong, something had happened.

She poked and prodded Olivia until the brunette finally caved, telling the blonde that she was with SVU, her mother's ring had been recovered in a recent rape/murder case, and that her mother had actually been assaulted in February of 1970.

The detective closed her eyes tightly and leaned her back side against the car door as she listened to Vivian hash out the timeline in her head.

"I was born in November of 1970…." Vivian whispered. She'd finally connected the dots and Olivia looked at her in sadness and guilt. As soon as Olivia realized the situation, she'd tried to leave but now Vivian had figured it out.

Her son came around the corner and threw a ball in her direction, but she batted it away and yelled swear words at him as she stomped up the steps and slammed the door behind her as she entered the home.

"What the fuck did you do to my mom?!" He yelled at her and Olivia quickly did a double take, not expecting such language to come from a child his age.

"Well?" He said as she continued to stare at him in disbelief. "The hell did you do?!" The boy halfway yelled again.

The brunette narrowed her eyes at him as she walked over to him.

"Your mom just got some bad news, she'll be alright." Olivia lied. She knew Vivian would probably never be okay again since she'd just found out that she was a rape baby. "But you shouldn't be talking like that… especially to cops." She said, giving him a look of warning.

"You're a cop?" He asked, genuinely surprised.

Olivia nodded and continued to look at him, taking in his skinny appearance.

"Where's your uniform?" He questioned, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"I'm a detective, we don't usually wear uniforms. What's your name?" Olivia asked curiously.

"Calvin." The boy answered quietly.

Olivia nodded.

"I'm gonna go check on your mom." She told him as he grabbed his basket ball and began to walk down the block. Olivia had heard the back-door slam as well so she entered the yard through the side gate and headed around back.

She saw Vivian sitting on a bench with a freshly opened beer and the rest of the six pack was sitting beside her.

Olivia walked over quickly.

"Vivian!" She said. "Please, please don't break your sobriety over this!" The brunette begged the blonde.

Olivia gently walked over and took the beer can and pill bottle from the blonde woman. They argued back and forth for a moment. Vivian talking about her newly found role as a child of rape, she explained how now, her childhood made sense. Her mother treated her like shit and never loved her, she could barely stand to look at her.

The detective may have not been willing to spill her guts about her past to Camille, but she told Vivian. She explained how her mother had treated her similarly, and how they were one in the same. Olivia even went into detail a bit about the fights she had with her mom.

But then she began to tell Vivian how she dealt with it the best she could, how her job was her saving grace and helped her understand her mother and her biological father more than she could have ever hoped.

"My father… wasn't even my real father… I don't even think he knew. If he did, he never showed it…" The blonde stated.

Olivia shook her head quickly.

"He was your real father, Vivian. The man that raised you, took care of you, loved you, he was your real father." She tried to comfort the other woman as she sat down beside her on the bench. "I would have given anything to have a man like that in my life when I was growing up." Olivia confessed.

Vivian took a moment to compose herself as she wiped her eyes and tried to fix her hair.

"And you… you said that you captured him? The man that raped my mom?" She asked Olivia.

The brunette shook her head lightly. She explained that the perp they had in mind for the crime was deceased and she had been hoping to show Joan a picture of him, so she could identify him, and they could close the case.

Vivian then demanded Olivia tell her exactly how it happened, how her mother was raped, when and where, and all the details. The detective agreed but gave her an extremely watered-down version of what they knew. She didn't care to traumatize Vivian anymore than she already had been, and Olivia was fairly certain that Joan wouldn't have wanted her daughter to know the details either.

The blonde jumped up and began to pace around the yard.

"Wandering around late at night near Barnard in the 1970s… what was she thinking…" Vivian mumbled to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive manner.

"It wasn't her fault." Olivia stressed, but then thought about what the woman had said. "Wait…" she said. "Was your mother a student there?" Olivia asked quickly.

Vivian half-way shrugged.

"She never graduated. Dropped out when she got pregnant with me…" The blonde explained, then began to stalk off, hoping Olivia could see herself out. "Just another reason to hate me…." She mumbled as she entered the house.

Olivia stood in silence for a moment, shocked by her own thoughts. Her mother had been a student as well. Her mother's rape had been in the time frame that Joan's rapist had been active…. She shook her head slightly. It couldn't be true.

Next up was Huang's office where Elliot would be finishing up and promised to wait for her. She told Huang her thoughts. Of course, he thought she was projecting her feelings and emotions onto Vivian. He also thought she was being irrational.

…

"You're crazy as hell, you know that?" Elliot exclaimed as Olivia opened the passenger side door and ducked into the car.

She shrugged at him and restrained from rolling her eyes.

"Funny… Huang basically just told me the same thing…"

Elliot gave her an unimpressed look as she buckled her seatbelt and he began to drive.

"You tell me Kathy knows about us then bolt out of the room?" He said sternly, as if he was getting onto a child who'd done something wrong.

"You heard Fin coming." She told him, looking his way. "I'm just lucky I was able to hop up and buckle my pants before he got through the door…." And Fin still suspected something had happened in the cribs… which it had. The detective was spot on with his suspicions, but he'd let them go. Cragen had ordered him to find Benson and Stabler and give them their orders – Elliot was to go to Huang and Olivia was to go to see Joan Arliss.

Elliot swallowed hard and chose not to comment on her statement.

"How does she know?" He asked as calmly as possible, glancing over at her as he drove.

Olivia took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly. She didn't want to have this conversation with Elliot. Now wasn't the time. She'd just found out that she and Vivian could have possibly been half-sisters, on top of her literally just wrecking another woman's life in almost the worst way.

"She said you both saw people during the separation and fooled around… she put the dots together Elliot… Kathy's not stupid. Everyone in our squad can see our chemistry… of course, Kathy could too." She said almost exasperated.

Turning her head to her right side, she propped it up on her hand after resting her elbow on the window sill. Olivia let out a long sigh, she had a lot on her mind.

Elliot's face tightened, he clinched his jaws as he focused on the road, or tried to rather.

"That's why you were upset Saturday?" He asked, sneaking a glance at her even though most of her face was turned away from him.

"Yeah…" She whispered as her mind drifted to silently wondering just how old Calvin was and how it would be to have nieces and nephews that she actually saw every now and then…

Elliot swallowed hard and if she had been looking at him, she would have seen him turn pale. He pulled into an alley and put the car in park, needing a minute to breathe and sort through the information that Olivia was telling him.

After a moment, she realized what he'd done and where they were. She looked over at him in confusion.

"I'm gonna lose Eli…" He whispered as he stared straight ahead, and Olivia finally realized that he was panicking. Going over it in her mind, she probably should have stayed and talked to him after she'd dropped that bomb on him. Not only was it a pretty big ordeal, but he'd just had a panic attack just minutes before she'd told him. Stupid, Olivia.

"Breathe." She instructed strongly, reaching over with her left hand and grabbing his right.

She hopped this wouldn't become regular thing, these moments of panic for him. She wouldn't be able to handle having to touch him and comfort him all the time.

Elliot turned his head and looked at her with wide, glassy eyes.

"She knows I've been fucking you, Olivia!" He said strongly. "My wife knows that I've been fucking around with you, that I've basically been having an affair…" Elliot said. "I'm gonna lose my kid. She'll take him and… and…"

"No." Olivia insisted strongly.

"Whether I'm fucking you with my dick, my tongue, or my fingers, it's still fucking, Liv!" Elliot told her, thinking she was about to argue with him over the affair. "It's still cheating."

She shook her head quickly.

"I meant you're not losing Eli and Kathy's not doing anything to you… at least not right now." Olivia stressed.

"She tell you that? What else did she say?" He asked eagerly.

"Use your skills, detective…" Olivia prompted. "She obviously didn't tell you that she knew, which means she's waiting to see what I'll do, if I'll tell you… AND…" Olivia stressed. "She only knows we slept together ONCE while you two were divorcing."

Elliot swallowed hard again. He was starting to sweat.

"You sure?" He asked hesitantly.

Olivia shrugged.

"She didn't mention anything else and… to be honest, she didn't seem too upset." She promised him, squeezing his hand that she was still holding. "Just give it some time, it'll probably blow over. If she doesn't bring it up, then don't mention it and just act normal… like I haven't said anything about it to you."

In fairness, Olivia had had a little more time to digest this info than her partner. She'd talked it over with Trevor more and she'd thought about it long and hard. She'd come to the conclusion that her 'boyfriend' had been right. Kathy hadn't seemed upset, not like wives do when they figure out their husbands had been cheating.

The blonde hadn't cried, yelled, thrown things, or been angry. If anything, she looked exasperated and as if she'd already accepted what her husband had done. Part of that had obviously been because she'd seen other men too during the separation/divorce. Or at least that's what she'd told Olivia and apparently Elliot.

Elliot bit his lip and looked down.

"Trevor even said she seemed fine so… and he's an attorney, he's good at reading people…" Olivia tried to soothe his fears. She'd fight tooth and nail for his son, that's one battle that she'd never lose. He was going to be able to see his son and have access to him. Olivia wouldn't be able to forgive herself if he lost that right because of her. Truthfully, they should have thought about this before they started their affair…

Elliot's eyes shot to hers relatively quickly.

"Trevor was in on this conversation?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow and looking slightly surprised. "So, you, my wife, and lover boy were just chit-chatting about how we fucked, huh?" Elliot said as his anger began to show.

She shook her head quickly.

"I didn't just bring him for arm candy Elliot!" She said loudly into the car as she jerked her hand away from his. "I brought him for back up." Olivia explained, preparing herself for the full extent of Elliot's anger to appear at any moment.

"Back up for what?" He asked as he half-way laughed at her.

Their eyes met again, and she remained quiet and motionless. Olivia was never one to admit she was weak.

Realization covered Elliot's face as his smiled from his temporary laughter faded.

"From me?" He asked in astonishment. "You brought lover boy to keep me away from you?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, warning him to tread very carefully with his next few words but he didn't head her warning.

Elliot let out another sarcastic, disbelieving laugh.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me." He said as he brought his right hand up and caressed his day-old stubble. Elliot looked around the alley through the car windows. "What? You think I was gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of my wife?" He stated as he looked back at her.

"Stop." She whispered.

"What? I can't control myself so obviously I was gonna fuck you on the bathroom counter when Kath was outside with the kids and Eli? No, no, maybe I was gonna fuck you while she was in the kitchen in the next room…?" Elliot continued. "You needed Trevor there, so I wouldn't try to make a move when my wife wasn't looking? Jesus, Liv, I'm not that desperate…"

She shook her head quickly, as if trying to get the images to leave her mind.

"Fuck you…" She whispered harshly as she opened her door and left the vehicle, slamming the door behind her, not willing to tell him that Trevor was mostly there because of her, to keep her from doing something stupid and to keep her grounded around all the kids when she'd just lost one recently herself.

Olivia could hear him open his door, but she didn't bother looking behind her.

"I'll walk back to the station… or catch a cab." She yelled back at him as she glanced towards the sky. It wasn't supposed to rain today, was it?

"Liv!"

She heard his hurried footsteps behind her and she tried to will him with her mind to return back to the car. It didn't work.

"Olivia!" He yelled and suddenly he was right next to her, his hand on her right shoulder pulling her back so she could face him. Instead, she pulled away violently and ended up with her back against the brick wall.

"Leave me alone!" she yelled at him.

He looked surprised to see the tears streaming down her face. His features instantly showed concern.

Olivia tried to get away from him once more, but he was too quick. He grabbed her upper arms and held her in place. She didn't fight him, she was too exhausted and too tired. He had this pull over her.

Elliot Stabler could ask her to walk through fire for him and she'd probably do it, after all, she loved the man.

"Hey!" He said loudly to get her attention, forcing her to make eye contact with him as he still gripped her upper arms. "I care about you!" He said loudly as light rain drops began to fall. "I care about you, I care about my son, and I…I care about my wife…" Elliot stressed. "It's… it's fucked up, I know." He said as he loosened his grip on her arms slightly.

Olivia couldn't help but continue to let her tears fall. The man in front of her was slowly breaking and it'd been her doing.

He licked his lips before continuing.

"You asked me to step back and I did. You needed distance and I gave it to you." Elliot explained. "I… what we… this morning, it was consensual right? I mean, I know I pushed you but… I thought I gave you room to stop me and I-"

"Yes! God, yes!" Olivia told him strongly, cutting him off before he could go any further. She couldn't bear the thought of him believing he'd done something that she'd not wanted. It… it wasn't really possible… he had her consent, almost always, and if he didn't, she let him know. And she had no doubt in her mind that if she said no, he'd back off instantly.

He shook his head as he hung it low.

"This is on me, Olivia." Elliot told her as he looked back up at her now reddening, watery eyes. "This affair, it's on me." He repeated and dropped his hands from her body.

"No." She whispered. All the sudden she wished his hands were back on her. She missed his warmth.

Elliot just nodded.

"I'm the one who fucked you while wearing my ring. I knew I had kids and a wife at home… whatever Kathy is going to do, it's on me. I deserve it and… and I'll make sure she doesn't touch you. None of this is going to fall on you." He promised her.

Her throat was dry, and it began to actually rain now, not just sprinkle. The drops landed in her brown hair, dampening it. The rain blended in with her tears.

"Us." Olivia said in a throaty voice. "It's on both of us."

Elliot swallowed hard and clinched his jaw again. If his wife was going to call him on his shit, he'd take it. He did the crime, so he'd do the time, whatever that may be.

In this moment, Olivia wanted to just scream at him 'we had a child!' at the top of her lungs. She wanted him to know, needed him to know the pain she'd been through and what had happened. She wanted him to know that they'd created life together, an amazing little girl who didn't make it, that Eli had had a big sister.

But she couldn't, and she wouldn't. It would be a secret that she would keep for as long as she could bare it.

Elliot shook his head and looked down.

"I swear, we're like fire and gasoline half the time…" He whispered.

This made her smile a bit even though her eyes continued to still water and now her hair was almost completely soaked.

They could fight like cats and dogs, and if they were actually together, or fucking at least, then they'd probably have some pretty amazing make-up sex.

"I'm sorry I complicated everything for us…" He said as he looked back up at her.

Olivia shook her head again.

"We." She corrected. "We made everything complicated…" She explained as she tried not to begin crying again.

"I don't regret it." Elliot said with a shrug, looking around the alley that he'd pulled into. "I don't regret anything we've done, Liv." He promised her.

There'd been a lot said and a lot left to say. She was overly emotional, too many things on her mind hitting home right now and who knew what Elliot was feeling, especially since he'd just found out his wife knew that he fucked his partner. And he wasn't even aware of everything that Kathy was.

His demeaner changed, as if he'd become calmer and relaxed instantly.

Olivia could read him, she could tell he was about to do something or say something.

"Olivia…" He began, looking up and staring into her eyes.

She swallowed.

"Elliot…" She warned, fearing what was about to come out of his mouth.

"I-"

"El!" Olivia cut him off quickly as her tears mixed with drops of rain still, it was getting colder quickly, and the rain was becoming heavy. They could practically hear it hitting everything around them. And they were now soaked.

He winced at the sound of her commanding him to stop talking, but he was going to get this out of his system.

"I…" Elliot began again.

"Please don't." She begged as a small sob ripped from her throat.

"I love you." He told her softly.

*slap*

Elliot's head was forced sideways as the hit was thrown. He'd known the risk he was taken when he said it. Next was a strong shove to his chest, pushing him backwards and away from her as she took off jogging out of the alley and down the side walk.

Her ears were ringing, and she was getting tunnel vision. She needed to get away from him. Elliot had said the very thing that she'd forbid.

He'd said the one thing that would break them and their partnership.

Now, as far as Olivia was concerned, Kathy could have him.

…

Jason's former cell mate, Walter Burlock, was apparently pulling the strings behind Jason's mentality and everything he'd been doing. Just the site of Burlock was enough to make someone gag. He was a sleezy older man who had absolutely no respect for women.

For whatever reason, Jason was terrified of Burlock.

Munch and Elliot had gone at both of them. Everyone had seemed to ignore the red handprint on Elliot's face when he returned to the station along with the fact that he was quite wet from the rain, and Cragen hadn't been in to give his detective his two cents about coming back with a mark on his face and without his partner.

Benson and Stabler were already in hot water with the captain.

Olivia went home early.

For the second time now, she'd called Fin to come get her when she'd had a fight with Elliot and couldn't bear to be around him.

Fin was a good friend, a real good one. He didn't ask questions when he heart the tears and panic in her voice. All he did was ask for her location. He'd even wanted her to stay on the phone with him until he got there but she refused.

Olivia had asked him to take her home. She'd shoot the captain a text about being sick or some bullshit that he'd believe because Olivia Benson didn't miss work unless it was very serious.

She'd prayed that Trevor wouldn't be in her apartment when she arrived with Fin. She just didn't feel like explaining to him what'd happened and after all, the lawyer should be working but now he was using his key as an actual key and not for just emergencies, which Olivia had given him the okay to do.

Especially on nights when he just needed a release. It was something they'd started over the past month. If Trevor had been working late and just wanted some 'action', he had the okay to come up to her apartment and wake her for sex.

Of course, she reserved the right to turn him down and he abided by that when it happened. If she wasn't feeling it, they'd snuggle up and fall asleep in each other's arms, sometimes after he'd gotten himself off in her bathroom. It was a happy medium they'd fallen into. Olivia just hoped tonight wasn't one of those nights that he was going to come in her room at around eleven or twelve with a hard-on….

Olivia made a b-line to her bed as soon as she was in the apartment, knowing Fin could show himself out, he'd just wanted to make sure she'd gotten home safe.

She stripped down to her panties, threw on a t-shirt, and briefly towel dried her hair before diving under the covers with just her face poking out as she began to really think about what Elliot had said.

The man had told her he loved her.

He'd said the words, those exact words.

'I love you.'

It was killing her. He couldn't love her, how could he? She was damaged goods. She knew they'd played around with the 'L' word here and there but… shit, she never thought he'd really say it, much less actually mean it. He couldn't. It just wasn't possible. No one was supposed to love her, she was unlovable.

All of these thoughts flooded her head and she wanted nothing more to go grab a bottle of vodka and chug it, but she couldn't now that her 'boyfriend' had cleared them out. Damn Elliot for telling on her.

Olivia sniffed and let out a small cry as she curled into herself.

This hurt. She was hurting.

"Baby girl, I can't leave you like this…" Came Fin's uncharacteristically soft voice from the doorway.

Olivia wiped her face quickly and sniffed again.

"I… I thought you'd left…" She whispered.

Fin shook his head lightly and gave her a crooked smile as he began to toe off his shoes. Then he put his badge and gun on her dresser. Walking over to the bed, he placed his phone on the night stand, beside a man's watch that was presumably Trevor's and got on top of the covers beside her.

She would have invited him under the covers to snuggle if she hadn't been in her panties.

He held out his left arm and she immediately rolled over under the covers and scooted her body as closely to his as possible. Her tears graced his shirt and her left arm wrapped around his torso as she buried her face in his shoulder.

Fin let her cry it out for a good few minutes. He'd never been a crier himself but from what he knew of women, they sometimes just needed to let their emotions and feelings out in a safe environment and he was going to make sure Olivia felt safe enough to do just that.

"What happened?" He asked lightly after her crying had died down and silence filled the air aside from a sniffle here and there.

"He told me he loved me." She whispered, pushing her face into his shoulder so she didn't have to see his reaction.

Fin rubbed his lips together. She was obviously talking about Elliot, he knew that. Fin's left hand landed on the back of her head as his fingers threaded through her hair, massaging her scalp.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" He asked lightly.

"No!" Olivia said strongly as she pushed herself up to look at him. "No." She repeated. "He has Kathy and I have Trevor and, and, and…" She breathed as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

Fin cocked his head to the side and stared at her.

"I told you we'd stopped… we don't… we aren't…" She started, exasperated as she looked around the room, not wanting to look at him for the moment.

"That's not what it looked like when I came up to the cribs this morning… messy hair, dilated eyes, flushed skin, and breathing heavy?" Fin said calmly. "I know what a woman looks like when she's just been fucked, Liv…" He concluded. It was true. Her clothes had been more wrinkled, and her shirt was untucked. Not to mention how she'd clearly just shot out of the same bed Elliot had been when Fin had begun to enter the room.

"We slipped up…" She whispered, still not looking at him.

"It's not like doing drugs or missing a meeting with a parole officer…" Fin said. "You can't just 'slip up' and fuck someone. You weren't even intoxicated, Liv."

She didn't even bother correcting him that they hadn't fucked, just fooled around, she didn't want him to know any more details than he already did.

"I know…" She whispered, her eyes darting to him. "And so, does Kathy…"

Fin's eyes went slightly wide.

"Shit." He said.

Olivia nodded.

"What's happenin' with that?" Fin asked, genuinely curious and concerned about her now.

She shrugged. He gave her another questioning look.

"She doesn't seem mad… and she only thinks we fucked that one time when they were divorcing…" Olivia told him. "and she knows about the baby."

"Well, we knew that. You said it when I was there too…" He reminded her lightly.

Olivia was beginning to have a headache due to all of the crying she'd done today.

"No, Fin." She said, looking at him. "She knows it's Elliot's baby."

He looked at her with wide eyes again and Olivia wasn't sure she'd ever 'wowed' Odafin Tutuola so many times in one day.

"Fuck."

"Yep." Olivia sighed.

Fin nodded and took a moment to digest the piece of new information that he'd just been fed.

"What are we gonna do?" He asked gingerly.

"We?" She replied with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yeah. We." He answered, giving her an unimpressed look. "I may not like you getting with a married man, much less Elliot… You deserve better by the way…" He told her, shooting her a look. "But I told you from day one, I got your back." Fin said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back down to his side. "She wants to take Elliot down, fine. He shouldn't have fucked another woman, but I'll go to bat for you. You shouldn't have screwed a married man but… I'll fight for you." He promised her.

Olivia sighed and snuggled closer into him, closing her eyes.

"I love you, Odafin…" She whispered.

He almost laughed.

"Didn't you just nearly kick Elliot's ass for saying that?"

She nodded.

"But my love for you isn't the same as my love for him." Olivia said and within seconds she opened her eyes wide, realizing her mistake. "I-I mean…" She stuttered.

"'s okay, Liv." Fin comforted her. "I already knew you loved him."

"I don't." She denied quickly, even though their previous conversations about him contradicted her words.

He huffed and remained quiet, knowing it was a losing battle. Fin tightened his arms around her.

She was so conflicted and confused, not to mention she was full of emotions. All she wanted to do for the rest of the night was cry. Olivia knew she'd have to pull herself together tomorrow morning and muster up the courage to face Elliot. She wouldn't miss work because of this. She was a strong, independent woman, and she partially hated him for what he'd done today.

"Not that I like Trevor, he's defended some pretty shitty people, but he seems like a nice guy and you should probably break it off with him if you're not into it, you know?" Fin said, backing up slightly to look at her.

Olivia began to laugh and Fin was confused as hell.

"What?" He asked.

She just smiled at him.

"Trevor and I are fake." Olivia told him.

"Fake?"

"Yeah. We're not in a real relationship, we're just fuck buddies. It was just… easier to say we were together so we wouldn't have to hide it. I think we actually enjoy each other though… a lot…" She smiled again, thinking about how just yesterday he'd had her bent over the couch in the living room. Maybe she did need him to come sneak in tonight… maybe that's what she needed in order to relieve stress from today.

Fin gave her an unimpressed look.

"Man… I thought you two were a real thing…" he said.

"Aren't you supposed to be a detective, Fin?" She shot back as she cocked an eyebrow.

"Woman…" He warned in a low but slightly playful voice and squeezed her side, causing her to jump.

It was good to see her finally smile. It made him smile too.

"I'm okay, Fin." She promised him.

Olivia could sense his worry. She always could. They were close friends and she worried about him just as much as he did her but of course, she gave him far more reasons to worry.

"I know." He said, even though he knew the opposite, that Olivia Benson was very much not okay, and she hadn't been okay for a very, very long time. "I'm just gonna stay til you fall asleep. Then I'll let myself out." Find told her, not really giving her much of a choice but she didn't care.

"Alright." She said, leaning up and giving him a small kiss on the cheek, thanking him for everything that he'd done for her. Olivia had a lot of men in her life that she cared for, and even though the relationships were tiring and hard at times, she was thankful for all of them.

…

Olivia awoke to the sound of the sheets moving back and a hand moving swiftly across her stomach.

"Fin?" She wondered out loud in her sleepy haze, causing the hand on her midsection to stop moving.

"Fin?" He questioned.

It was Trevor. Fin was gone. He'd done as he promised and let himself out as soon as he was sure that Olivia was in a deep sleep.

"Wha- oh. Hey." She greeted Trevor, half-way laughing as she rolled over and kissed him. He wouldn't be sneaking in her bed if he wasn't after something. "Sorry…" She said. "Fin was here when I went to sleep."

"Hhmmmm…" Trevor replied as he pretended to think about what she was saying. He trusted Fin and knew there was nothing between him and Olivia, even if there had been, Olivia was free to fuck who she wanted as long as she stuck to the rule of giving him a heads-up.

Trevor gently ran his hand down her stomach again, and this time, his hand continued over her panties and he began rubbing her center through the fabric.

"W-wait…" She panted, grabbing his wrist and lightly tugging it away from her center.

"We don't have to." He told her, giving her a small smile.

They were momentarily both thankful that the side table lamp had been left on by Fin, so the room was dimly lit.

"No, it's not that…" Olivia began as she looked up at him with big, sad eyes, weary about what his reaction would be but she had to be honest with him.

"I did something…" She whispered as she looked down.

Trevor was quiet for a moment.

"You fucked someone else?" He asked lightly.

She nodded and looked up at him again.

"Well, kind of… Elliot and I, he was having a panic attack, so I went up to help him and…. and we ended up fooling around…" Olivia confessed. She took a deep breath and readied herself for whatever reaction he might have.

"Okay." Trevor said calmly.

"Okay?" she asked.

He nodded.

"It won't happen again." Olivia quickly promised

"C'mere." He whispered as he pulled her close. Olivia threw her left leg over his legs and wrapped her left arm around his chest. She could feel his hardened member pushing into her inner thigh, almost causing her to moan.

"I know what our relationship consists of…" Trevor promised her as he kissed her forehead. "I know you have feelings for your partner and that… things in your life are fucked up at the moment. A lot of shit has happened to you." He said, and Olivia nodded her head in agreement. "You're gonna want to do things with him… and that's okay. I don't care as long as he doesn't hurt you… and he's clean right? Like, he's not fucking other woman around town, he's just… it's just you right?" Trevor asked hesitantly. It was a question that needed to be asked.

Olivia hadn't really thought about it but she was sure Elliot wasn't running around fucking random women. She'd thought at one time that he'd fucked Jo, but he'd quickly cleared that up by letting her know that he'd actually been fucking his wife.

"He's… yeah." Was all she could answer. "But you don't have to worry about him anymore… he did something today that well… it was kind of unforgivable." Olivia said in a small voice and Trevor's facial features instantly changed to concern and worry.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked quickly. "The fooling around, you consented to it, right?" Trevor questioned, his mind automatically jumping to the worst possible conclusion. It nearly killed her to have to answer that question twice in one day.

"He told me he loved me." She whispered, and rubbed her lips together while breathing in through her nose.

Elliot had hurt her in the worst way. He'd broken everything they'd had.

If Trevor was confused by her answer, he didn't show it. He just held her tighter, as if he'd gone through something similar and knew that there were no words that would make her feel better. He understood that it was hard for her to hear those words from someone that she couldn't realistically be with.

"Go back to sleep… I'll stay the night." He told her as he began to reach for the lamp to switch it off, realizing she'd had a very difficult day.

But Olivia had other plans. She sat up on her knees and turned towards him. He could see she was wearing panties and she lifted her shirt over her head to reveal that she'd not worn a bra.

"Liv…" He nearly growled.

"You've got something I want…" She said in her bedroom voice, changing the conversation and letting her needs be known.

Trevor's mouth watered at the site of her breasts. They were big and her nipples were perked up, she was clearly aroused.

When he didn't speak, she continued.

"I mean…" Olivia began as she ran both hands over her chest. "I'm sure I could find someone who wants to give me what I want…. Mmmm…" She let out a small whine at the end of her statement and that was it.

Trevor was up off the bed and on her instantly. She wasn't usually this playful when he'd sneak in late at night. This was a treat.

"What do you want, babe?" He asked, getting on his knees and crawling over to her, pushing her down gently and quickly pulling a nipple in his mouth.

He'd already stripped down to his boxers when he entered the room earlier because he had been expecting to get laid.

"Ohhhh…" She moaned as she arched her chest towards his mouth.

Trevor focused on that nipple before switched to the opposite one, making sure to give it just as much attention while continuously rubbing her center through her underwear.

"Trevorrrr…." Olivia moaned. She was being more vocal than usual.

"What do you want?" He repeated again after letting her nipple go with a popping sound.

"Stand up." She whispered, patting his chest and he obeyed, moving to the edge of the bed so he could stand up on the floor.

Olivia stood up as well, rid herself of her panties, and grabbed a condom out of her drawer before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the kitchen. Once there, she released his hand and bent over the kitchen counter that didn't have a wall, the counter that separated the living room from the actual kitchen.

"Pound me…" She commanded as she placed the condom on the counter beside her, spreading her legs and sticking her ass out and up for easy access for him.

"Jesus…" He whispered harshly as he swallowed and pushed his boxers down, kicking them to the side. Trevor quickly opened the condom packet and rolled it on over his penis, fisting himself a couple of times to make sure he was ready.

Then, he moved forward, finding Olivia also wet and ready. He slid into her easily and instantly began a steady rhythm.

*smack*

"Oh, fuck!" Olivia moaned loudly as he pounded into her hard.

*smack*

"Mmmmmhmmmm…." She continued.

*smack*

"Fuck…" Trevor groaned, trying to control himself.

He didn't want to come too soon, like he did yesterday morning. He wanted to please her and pleasure her. When he came too quickly, his ego took a hit, just as it did when he couldn't get it up again fast enough to fuck her for a second time. He can't help how his body reacts and she'd never make him feel bad about it, but he couldn't help but be ashamed and a bit shy about it.

"Pull my hair!" Olivia told him as she let out another moan. Trevor obliged and grabbed a fist full of her hair, lightly tugging on it as he continued fucking her.

"Harder…" She whispered as grabbed the edges of the counter, pushing herself back against his dick more forcefully.

Trevor was hesitant, but he did as he was told and pulled on her hair harder.

"Yesyesyes!" Olivia panted as she felt herself getting closer to her goal. "Smack my ass… please, Trevor…" She nearly begged him.

Her breasts were bouncing up and down, her head was pulled back due to the grip he had on her hair, and her hands gripped the counter still, in order to help him drive into her. She needed this.

*Slap*

He'd slapped her on the ass. Worry clouded his face as he watched the red mark appear on her skin as he continued to ram his dick into her.

"Oh fuck, yes!" She ground out. She was wet, so fucking wet and he was slipping in and out of her body with ease. "I'm close… so close, again… please!" Olivia begged him, moving her hips vigorously.

*Smack*

He slapped her ass again and pulled on her hair, then started to drive into her at full force. He was close now, so very close. He hoped to God she was about to come because he was, and there'd be no delaying him now.

"You're so fucking hot, Olivia…" Trevor moaned.

*Smack* *Smack*

"Oh, shit I'm… Trevor I'm gonna… Oh, fuck! AHH!" Olivia moaned as her body went rigid and her muscles inside her body spasmed. Her head was still pulled back and her mouth hung open in an 'O' shape as her eyes slammed shut and she let the waves of pleasure wash over her.

In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wish it was Elliot that had been pulling her hair and smacking her ass…

"Goddamn!" Trevor exclaimed as he released her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist as her pumped the condom full of his semen. Both of his arms went around her waist as he continued to hump her ass until the last drop left his body.

It felt so good, so incredibly good.

This was definitely in the top three of the best fucks they'd had, if it hadn't been the absolute best.

She was coming down from her night now, heaving and trying to catch her breath. Olivia's knees buckle from under her, but Trevor held on tightly.

"I gotcha…" He whispered in her ear as his arms tightened around her once he noticed her body was headed towards the floor. They were both out of breath, but she was by far more exasperated than he was.

"I… I need…" Olivia said as she continued to try and catch her breath, using one hand to push her hair out of her sweaty face.

"It's alright, I've got you." He replied, placing a kiss on the back of her head. "Just catch your breath." He told her as he leaned them on the counter again, leaning behind her to secure that she'd stay there and not fall.

They remained in that position for a couple more minutes, until he was sure that she'd regained her strength.

Trevor slowly backed off of her and reached down to grab his boxers. Walking over to the trashcan in the kitchen, he pulled the condom off and discarded it, then grabbed a napkin to wipe his dick off before slipping his boxers on.

Olivia turned and smiled at him as she hobbled to the bedroom in her naked stated and retrieved some clothing of her own. After a couple of minutes, Trevor made his way to her room and found her in bed with a tank top on and presumably panties.

She smiled at him and patted the other side of the bed, inviting him to join her.

"That was so good." She whispered as she curled into him and he slipped his arms around her.

"Not too… rough?" He asked hesitantly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Trevor questioned, looking into her eyes and using his right hand to stroke the side of her face.

"No." Olivia promised him. "Just… don't tell anyone that the Sex Crimes Detective likes it a little rough sometimes, okay?" She said, looking back at him.

"I never, ever share what goes on in our bedroom life, I promise you." Trevor told her, as he leaned down and kissed her lips before reaching over to turn the lamp off. And he didn't tell anyone what went on between them sexually, just like he expected her to keep his secret about how sometimes he couldn't get it back up after a round.

Tomorrow, she'd have to deal with Elliot again and work a case that included yet another woman who was the product of rape. Sometimes, Olivia got real tired of her job.

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