AN: Thank you so much for all the love, support and kind comments on this story! So happy to have finally completed it.


Jesus Christ.

Never would he have imagined Olivia Benson's hot mouth would be on his, her barely clothed body writhing against his, that breathy moan as his erection pushed against her. This was the kind of thing that only existed in his dreams, or at the most part when he lost the fight to block it out in his thoughts.

He had just been there to protect his partner, Cragen had sent him in to stop the undercover operation. There was word that she was the next target and they were pulling the plug. The place was called Sin, a high class gentlemen's club for the elite and she had been working there for almost two weeks. Women who worked there, lived there. She had no phone, no ID, nothing. There was no way of contacting her other than in person.

She was in charge - she took the bookings, made the appointments and arranged the rooms. Her employment terms specifically detailed that she wasn't there to participate, just to be the face of the organization and flirt with the clients, tempt them into dropping cash on a night with one of their high class ladies. It made him sick knowing perverts were drooling over her nightly, wishing their five grand an hour could be spent on her.

He was dressed in an Armani suit, under the guise that he was a wealthy Wall Street stockbroker who didn't have time to meet women and like most things in his life – he bought what he wanted.

The bouncer crossed his arms against his chest as Elliot approached and the guy looked pissed already.

Elliot cleared his throat as he made his way up to the door.

"ID." The voice was low.

He reached for his wallet, the one filled with an array of counterfeit documentation and pulled out the drivers license of Nicolas Campbell.

The bouncer snatched his wallet clean from his hands instead and flicked through the contents, pulling out each laminated card and inspecting them. He then eyed the big wad of cash courtesy of the New York Police Department. A few beats passed before he grasped the license from Elliot's hand, looked back at his face to match it and then pushed both the wallet and card into Elliot's chest.

"Up against the wall." The bouncer spoke gruffly and Elliot swallowed.

This was it, he wasn't fooling him and he would be refused entry.

"Now," he pressed with urgency.

Elliot backed himself up against the brick wall.

"Turn around."

Elliot turned until he was facing bricks and felt the bouncer begin to pat him down, checking for weapons. There was a debate back at the station about whether or not Elliot should come armed but it was obvious something of this nature was bound to happen.

Once he was satisfied Elliot was clean he motioned to the entrance and Elliot began to walk up the dimly lit staircase. When he reached the top he saw what looked like the shell of a reception desk that you'd find at a glamorous office building on Madison Avenue, only with dim lighting.

He saw her immediately; she had her back to him and was reaching for a file. His eyes couldn't help but skim down the material of her poor excuse for a dress until they landed on her ass. The hem of her dress danced high up her thighs and a part of him was furious.

He knew they would put her in something that would make any sane man want to take her right then and there but this was ridiculous. The dress was so short that if she reached any higher he'd catch a glimpse of her panties.

If she was wearing any.

Christ.

The other part of him felt something he wouldn't dare acknowledge. As his eyes roamed over her long tanned legs up to her bare thighs, he tried desperately to convince himself he was only staring in an effort to portray his character.

An objectifying, chauvinistic, pig.

Olivia finally grasped the file she was reaching for and turned around. Her eyes captured his and they didn't even flicker at his presence.

That's how good she was - a perfect fucking pokerface.

"Hi," she said sweetly, putting the file down on the desk in front of her. "Welcome to Sin."

She had changed her voice, it was higher and breathier.

"Hey," he managed to get out, aiming to sound casual and failing dismally. His eyes couldn't help but dip to her generous cleavage. The deep red dress was so low cut he could just make out the base of her black push up bra.

She straightened a little in front of him and his eyes flicked back up to hers. She'd seen him take her in like any man would have at a place like this, only she was his partner.

He felt like a prick.

"What can I do for you?" Olivia's sweet voice offered.

His eyes moved around the office front before he stole a glance over his shoulder. He noticed the rows of doors all with different numbers on them made from what looked like red velvet. Once he was convinced they were alone he turned back to her.

"You can start by telling me your name," he said with a flirtatious edge that felt unfamiliar on him.

He watched as Olivia leant down resting her elbows on the counter and his eyes slid back between her breasts. She had done that on purpose, she had to know the view she was giving him right now would be unavoidable.

Somehow he managed to drag his eyes back up to hers.

"Lexi," she informed him the moment their eyes met as if she had been waiting for his eye contact to continue. Her voice was a notch lower, she was flirting with him and although he knew she was just playing the part of her character he was feeling bold.

"Well Lexi," he said moving so his elbows leant on the cold granite of the counter. He hesitated only slightly before letting his hand lightly smooth across her upper arm.

"I'd like a key to one of your rooms," he told her thumbing her bicep, drawing himself ever so closer to his partner. "And you."

He watched as her tongue smoothed over her lower lip, they were redder than he'd ever seen them and he wondered how much lipstick would rub off on him if he dared to lean in and capture her lips.

She moved then, slowly and his hand fell from it's light grasp on her arm. He wondered if she'd read his inappropriate thoughts and was purposefully creating distance. He watched her pull out a folder and slide it towards him, it's cover was lined with red velvet.

"You can have any woman you like," she told him softly. "In here." She waited for his eyes to drop to the folder but they didn't.

"Ok," he said under the guise that he was complying. "What page are you on?" His lips slowly curled up into a sly smile.

She stiffened a little then and moved forward opening the book for him. She flicked through the pages in front of him one by one and he watched the assortment of women dressed in provocative outfits move past his eyes.

Teddies, underwear, costumes, S&M outfits, blondes, redheads, brunettes.

"Feel free to browse," she told him still turning the pages for him.

He reached out grabbing her hand and stilling it against the book. He watched her breath catch a little in surprise.

"I've made my choice," he said the words in a whisper.

He needed her to know he was serious, he had to get her alone - that was what he had come here to do, to let her know she was the next hit and get her the hell out of here.

She didn't move her hand from underneath his, she just stared at him waiting for him to continue.

"These women," he began slowly. "They're five thousand an hour." It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement.

He knew the facts.

"For you." He let his thumb splay across the top of her hand. "Ten."

He saw it then, the slightest ripple across her features. He couldn't place whether it was anxiety, panic or alarm threatening to seep through her deadpan expression.

He was trying to read her and failing miserably. Why wasn't she cooperating?She had to know he wouldn't be here unless it was serious, he just needed to get her alone in one of those rooms so he could explain.

He begged her eyes to comply but she pulled her hand swiftly from beneath his.

"No," she told him bluntly, her voice no longer breathy and innocent. It was as if it were now Olivia talking to him, telling him to take a hike.

He narrowed his eyes at her, trying to get her to realize he wasn't playing around. He opened his mouth to say something when a door from behind her opened and a man walked out.

"I'm sorry sir, is there a problem?" the burly man asked Elliot.

Olivia bowed her head and was now eying the countertop.

"Yes actually there is," Elliot said a little annoyed. "Apparently Lexi here doesn't think I'm good enough for her."

"Well Lexi isn't a participant here but if the price is right.." the man's words trailed off and he watched Olivia's eyes quickly dart up to his.

Finally a look he could register; it was panic.

"Did you say you were willing to pay ten grand for one hour of her time?" The man's voice rose in surprise.

Elliot's eyes wrestled to understand why Olivia looked so startled, all he had to do was get her alone and out of earshot, then he'd be able to explain.

The man was watching him impatiently, waiting for his answer so he let his eyes purposefully rake down Olivia's body, across her breasts and then back up to her almond brown eyes.

"She's worth a hell of a lot more," he said softly.

Olivia closed her eyes and looked away.

His stomach dropped then, something was desperately wrong but it was too late, the man was already reaching for a set of keys and sliding them towards Elliot.

"Cash or credit?"


Number 13.

Elliot found the corresponding door to the key he'd been given and inserted it into the lock.

His hands shook slightly. Olivia was standing behind him waiting for him to open it and he could feel the tension slicing through him like a knife. The man at reception was now out of view and yet he could still sense her seething.

He unlocked the door and gently pushed it open, his eyes darting to hers for a second as he waited for her to enter. She hesitated for a brief moment before she walked past, letting out a strained sigh. He shut the door behind him, noticing with confusion that it couldn't be locked from the inside. He turned around, intent on asking her what the hell was going on but she was so close his breath caught.

She wasted no time moving him up against the door. He felt her breasts press into his chest as the door rattled beneath their weight. She grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and tugged them down his arms, leaning in so close her lips nicked the skin of his neck when she spoke.

"Camera, back right, no audio," she whispered just below his ear.

His mind was spinning as her hands moved to his tie. She started to tug it off, her hip pressing into his crotch and he instinctively grabbed her waist, trying to subtly distance her lower body from his. His heart was racing, trying to comprehend just what she was telling him, just what she was proposing they do.

"If they suspect anything," she whispered but she didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to.

He knew – they'd be dead.

He felt her reach down and grasp his belt buckle and start to tug the leather out of it's clasp. His mouth went dry at that point and he grabbed her wrists, firmly pushing her back out of reflex.

She stumbled in her heels, trying to steady herself. He could tell she was working in overtime to conceal her look of panic that he was about to blow their cover; they were alone in this room but they were being watched from afar. He had been a big spender so there would be no question all eyes would be on them, any slight indication that they weren't who they said they were and things would turn south, fast.

Fourteen dead women in eight months proved how capable they were - no wonder she had been so against this, if only he'd listened to the warning in her eyes.

He wasn't sure what his plan was but he needed to get that look of panic off her face before it was too late. He stepped forward, lifting his hand to cup her cheek. His thumb smoothed across her skin and he felt her tense slightly against his touch. He waited a few beats until his hand trail further down the column of her neck and he felt her swallow against his palm.

He slipped his hand down further until it finally rested on her collarbone and his eyes moved to the bed behind them. It had a red velvet comforter matching the hideous decor of this place. His heart was thumping a mile. He needed to tell her she was in danger, that she was next, but he had to get closer to her first to do so - the cameras would pick up that he was talking to her and it could look suspect.

"Lie down," he told her, his voice low.

He saw the flicker in her eyes at his compliance but he wasn't sure if it was out of relief or alarm, or both.

She was making no motions to move and he wondered if she was now regretting this plan of attack. He wanted to tell her it was okay, that he wasn't going to do anything, he was hoping the look in his eyes would convey as much but if he couldn't read her before it was unlikely she could read him now. His hand was still flat on her collarbone so he gently nudged her backward in the direction of the bed.

She moved then and took a step backward. His hand came off her completely and he watched as she sat on the edge of the bed. She slowly pulled her body weight up the mattress until she was leaning back, resting her weight on her elbows. He let his eyes trail up her bare legs and he prayed she knew it was just part of the act.

Jesus they were long. The hem of her dress was now pooling high up her thighs.

He pressed his eyes closed; he couldn't do this - this was Olivia for Christ sake. What the hell were they thinking?Only he knew there was no way out of this if he was going to get her out of here alive.

She was lying there with a patient look in her eyes but he could tell his hesitation was causing her to panic, as if every moment that passed made her fear of getting caught skyrocket. She obviously had a far greater insight into the place and something was horribly off. He had to move now.

He finally managed a step forward, the bed bowing beneath his weight as he slowly climbed up the length of her. His heart was thudding in his chest and he felt lightheaded. He wedged a leg between hers and his eyes trailed up to meet hers. He was trying to ease any concern she was feeling with a look of assurance but even he knew it was futile.

They were screwed.

He sucked in a breath, grasping one of her upper arms and easing her down against the mattress. Her hair pooled around her, framing her face, and he bowed down letting his lips loom dangerously close to hers until he felt her breath catch. He felt giddy at the thought that he could so easily capture her lips right then and there but there was no way he was going to let it come to that, instead he let his lips trail up her neck until they reached the base of her ear.

He felt her shiver against him and he tried to ignore her reaction.

"Cragen's pulling the plug," he said the words he had come here to say. "You're next. Voight's targeted you. It's too dangerous."

He was waiting for a response from her, some sort of reaction to what he'd just said. His lips lingered at her neck, holding their position while he tried to figure out what he was going to say next. He was still holding his body above hers on his knees and forearms. There was no way he was going to lower himself to lie on top of her - that would be too much.

He felt her hands then, moving between their bodies and grasping his shirt, she tugged it upward and out of his pants and started to unbutton it from the bottom. His eyes closed against her neck. What the hell was she doing?

When she got his shirt open she moved up to pull it off his arms but he stopped her, moving up and tugging it off himself.

He lowered himself once more, making eye contact with her - he needed her to tell him with a look that she had this under control, that she knew what she was doing but there was that pokerface again. He rested his weight on his upper arms once more; he was now shirtless above his partner.

She was breathing deeply and he could see the constant rise and fall of her breasts in his peripherals, then without hesitation she moved her hand up and trailed it down the front of his chest. His body reacting instantly, goosebumps breaking out across his flesh. What the hell was she doing?

She let her hand run over his stomach until she reached his belt, her fingers encircling the buckle. He crashed down on her then, sandwiching her hand between their bodies, his bare chest pushing into her breasts.

He let his mouth fall back to her neck. "What the hell, Liv. Tell me you have a plan," he said the words so fast and so quietly he wasn't sure they were even audible.

She pulled her hand out from between them and used her body to nudge him to the side, then before he knew it she was sliding on top of him. She moved a thigh flush up against his groin and he couldn't suppress the groan from his throat. He used his knee to wedge her legs apart, one falling on either side of his body as he tried to control his rapid breaths.

Her lips slid down his neck towards the base of his ear.

He closed his eyes.

This was not happening.

"You think I can just walk out of here?" she rasped through gritted teeth. He didn't know if she expected him to answer that because he couldn't for the life of him think about anything other than the fact that she was now straddling him.

"Touch me," she said the words that nearly made him hard.

What the hell did she just say? Touch her? Touch her where? Christ.

"Ten grand Elliot. Touch me." She sounded annoyed, pissed off that he had got them in this situation - now he had to touch her or they'd be dead.

He was shaking, from the adrenaline alone. He wanted to ask her where, but he couldn't. He knew what she was saying, he'd barely laid a hand on her and she had been all over him. It wouldn't have looked right. He'd just shelled out ten grand and he was acting like a prepubescent teenager.

What were his options? Her breasts, her ass, her thighs.

He would never sleep again.

He reached out and clutched her upper arm and let his hand run across the bare skin, over her shoulder, down the side of her torso, barely scraping the side of her breast as it continued down her waist, across her hip and down her thigh.

He had assumed her thigh would be the safest bet but as he ran over the silky material he realized quite quickly that he'd hit bare skin. The dress was short and it had practically pooled at her hip in her position. As he moved his hand back up her thigh he realized he'd taken the dress with him and suddenly his hand was running across the material of her panties at her hip. He froze, he felt her hot breath against his neck waiting for her to call him on it.

He pulled his hand off her completely, he needed to get control of this situation and fast. She shifted only slightly, but enough to rock a flood of pleasure through his lower half. He lost it then, sliding a hand behind the back of her neck and pulling her ear down to his lips.

"Fuck, Liv - I can't do this," he whispered in a rush, each word jumping on top of the last.

She turned her face then so her lips were skimming his cheek.

She smelled like soap and perfume.

"Trust me," she whispered.

His eyes drifted closed, he wanted to trust her - God he needed to, but he didn't know how much longer he could control his impending hard on.

Just as he was starting to feel some semblance of hope that she had a plan, he felt her lips push into the side of his neck. She kissed and nipped just below his ear and he grabbed her upper arm in an effort to suppress his moan. He wouldn't dare grab her any lower.

Just when he was about to tell her to ease up he felt her drag her lips over his collarbone and his eyes drifted closed. She let her lips trail down his breastbone, streaming kisses further down his torso. He felt her continue to move further down his chest and he bit into his lip.

What the hell was she doing? Was this her idea of buying time?

His eyes were still closed, he couldn't look down at her right now, as she slid her body down his. Her lips were now pressing into his abs and he swallowed a moan. That's when he felt her hand wrap around his belt buckle once more and start to undo it.

Fuck. His heart rate soared. He wanted to reach down and grab her but something inside him paused momentarily, the curiosity. He wanted to know how far she was really going to go.

She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and when he felt her begin to tug them down his hips his game of chicken won out. He reached down grasping her wrist, yanking her up his body. She called out in surprise but he didn't stop, he tugged her up until their faces aligned and his eyes narrowed at hers.

She was breathing uneasily but gave him no indication of an explanation.

He pulled her down until their cheeks brushed.

"What - the fuck?" he rasped in her ear.

He held her there so she'd have a chance to respond, tell him just what the hell she thought she was doing but she struggled against him, trying to move her wrist from his grip. She ended up twisting so defiantly that he seized both her wrists and rolled her flat onto her back.

He felt it then, his erection pushing into her thigh and she moaned into his ear. Christ. He was hard, his pants were undone and Olivia was moaning beneath him.

He was pissed as hell at her. What the hell was she thinking? God he wanted pay back. She could feel the effect she was having on him and it was killing him. She wanted him to touch her? He wasn't holding back any longer.

He let a hand that was capturing her wrist drag down her arm, run over her collarbone and without hesitation slide over her breast. He watched as she bit her lip to stifle her surprise. Jesus Christ his head was spinning. He squeezed her gently and he heard her emit a noise from the base of her throat. The satin material of her dress was thin and he could feel the lace of the bra beneath.

He reached up and grabbed the strap of her dress pulling it decisively down on one side revealing her bra. He smoothed his hand across her breast again feeling her nipple harden beneath the lace. He ran his thumb across the hardened nub and she twisted against him.

He could tell she was holding back; she didn't want to react to this but he wasn't going to let her get away with that. Not when his obvious reaction to her was pressing into her thigh.

He let his lips press into her neck, kissing her skin and he felt her arch her back, pushing her breast into his palm. He grabbed her bra strap then, damn it, he knew he was crossing some major lines here but she started this. There had been no holding back on her end so why the hell should he?

He pulled the strap down her arm and slid his hand inside the lacy material and cupped her bare breast. He heard her reaction and matched it, moaning into her neck at the sensation as she pushed herself eagerly into his palm. He let his thumb drag across her bare nipple and she groaned, her thigh pressing up into his hardness.

He muffled the moan into her neck, his hand leaving her breast to grasp her cheek.

"Olivia," he sighed into her ear. "Don't."

He used her name as a warning. It had been a risk, she wasn't Olivia, she was Lexi but he needed her to stop pushing him closer towards the brink or he'd crack.

She wasn't slowing down, or tapering - in fact she was pushing him onto his back and sliding on top of him once more. Before her thighs had a chance to make contact with his erection he used his knees to push them so they slid either side of his body. He grabbed her, tugging her lips down so they hovered dangerously close to his. He gave her a look, hoping she could read how pissed he was at her right now.

Her eyes were studying his but all he saw was that fucking pokerface. She had no plan as far as he was concerned otherwise she would have said something. Her plan was just to pass the time torturing him and how the hell it had gotten this far was beyond him.

His hand that was cupping her cheek brought her marginally closer, their noses bumping. He felt it then, her body tense, a brief indication of panic at the thought that he might actually kiss her.

He felt drunk with power then, she was on top but she was stiff against his body as he held her lips just moments from his. He moved his free hand up to cup her other cheek drawing his thumb purposefully over her lower lip. He watched her eyes flicker before narrowing slightly - half in anger, half questioning.

His heart was thumping madly against his chest. He knew he had her. She'd put him through the wringer and now he held payback definitively in his grasp. That's what he kept telling himself, over and over, it had nothing to do with the fact that he had waited a good part of a decade to feel her lips against his.

She was still stiff against him, doing her best to hold herself above him without getting too close to his mouth but he soon fixed that. He pulled her down swiftly and grazed his lips against hers, his lower lip brushing against her top lip. She pulled back, bowing her head so his lips slid across her forehead. He could see the muscles in her upper arms working overtime in her pursuit to distance her lips from his but it only spurred him on.

His hands framing her face made it easy to pull her back up so her lips were in line with his. She was glaring at him, looking him dead in the eyes as if to say 'do it and die' but he wasn't giving in. He let his thumb smooth across her lower lip, parting them slightly before his mouth crashed firmly over hers.

She made a noise of protest as his lips seized her lower lip, drawing it between his and sucking. He wasn't risking her pulling back so he deepened the kiss, widening her mouth with his. She let out a low sound, which could have been pleasure or protest he wasn't sure. He raked a hand through the back of her curls as he dragged her further down against his mouth. He slid his tongue in and she let out a groan, the noise pulsating right down to his erection.

She softened marginally in his hold as she let his tongue explore her mouth, one hand still clutched her cheek while the other trailed down the smooth of her waist, across her hip and over her bare thigh. His tongue teased her lower lip before he grasped it between his and sucked. She pulled back then, her glistening mouth no longer seized by his, instead suspended above him, breathless. Her eyes were closed and his grip on her thigh stiffened at her sudden resistance. His heart began thumping wildly as he waited to see what she would do.

"Elliot," she spoke softly, her lower lip skimming his as she spoke, the tone of her voice made him uneasy as he waited for just what she was going to say. "Don't."

His mind spun. She was telling him not to kiss her after she'd basically just dry humped him. He wanted to push her off him right then and tell her to go to hell but he knew there was no way he could react like that when their lives were on the line.

He did the next best thing - he ignored her.

He pulled her mouth back down to his and he kissed her hard. Her upper arms stiffened as she tried to pull out of it subtly so it wouldn't look obvious to anyone watching but his lips grasped hers firmly. His free hand moved then, sliding down her body and purposefully over her ass. She opened her mouth, letting out a noise of disapproval and he used that opportunity to slide his tongue in, moaning as his hand squeezed her ass.

She moved her leg then, they had been either side of his body but she slid one over so it was between his. He knew what she was doing, he'd made it clear he didn't want her thigh pressing into his erection and she was about to get her own revenge. But he was too quick, he drove his tongue into her mouth and moved his thigh up simultaneously, pressing it firmly between her legs, dragging the large muscle of his thigh against her panties.

She groaned into his mouth and he held her against his thigh, his hand still grasping her ass. He let it move lower until it reached the hemline of her dress and disappeared under the material. He pulled her bottom lip between his as his hand ran over her ass once more, this time over the material of her barely there panties.

His mind spun. He could feel her fight dwindling as she seemed to be losing vigor by the second. He wondered how turned on she was, all that moaning and writhing. If he just moved his hand between her legs he could find out. He opted for pressing his thigh against her core once more, sliding his dress pants back and forth across her lace panties, holding her against him by her ass.

Her mouth that was still wrestling against his, broke free.

"Fuck you," her deep voice dragged, but her tone gave her away, she was turned on and weakening. Her breathing was heavy now and he could sense she was biting back moan after moan. She didn't want to let on that this was affecting her but he wasn't buying a second of it. He flipped her onto her back and drove a hand between her legs, running across the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

Her lips were at his ear immediately. "Elli-"

"Relax," he told her running his thumb back and forth just below the seam of her panties.

"I take it we're going to simulate this," he whispered in her ear, knowing his hand didn't need to be that far up to get the point across.

"Pretend that I'm…" his words trailed off because he couldn't say it.

Pretend that I'm inside you Liv.

The thought made his mouth dry.

He continued to run his thumb over her thigh despite the fact that the cameras wouldn't be able to see it.

"Pretend that I'm -" he repeated again but she cut him off.

"No," she said quickly and decisively.

His face was against the side of hers and he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"No?" he whispered into her ear.

"We're not simulating this," she cleared up in a breath and his mouth went dry.

His palms were starting to get sweaty. He took a moment to try and decipher the situation. His mouth opened and he went to say something before closing it again. What the hell was she implying? Did she really expect him to have sex with her?

He sucked in a breath, moments away from asking her that exact question when she stopped him in his tracks.

"Hit me," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly.

His eyes went wide and he tried clearing his throat.

What the hell had she just said?

"They have a no violence policy here," she whispered, her chest rising and falling beneath his with every breath.

"Hit me and they'll kick you out."

He pressed his eyes closed, she had not just asked that of him. His hand between her legs stilled against her thigh and he wondered if he should remove it.

"Olivia," he had to nip this in the bud and get the thought out of her head. He didn't need time to consider it, there was no way he was going to hit his partner. "No."

He felt her body tense against his in resistance but she kept her words cool.

"El," she used his shortened name and he closed his eyes, his nose so close it was brushing her cheek. "Please," she was pleading with him but it wasn't going to work; he knew she was just sweet talking him to get her to comply.

"Not happening." He pulled his hand from between her legs and moved it up to her shoulder. Her bra and dress strap was still partway down her upper arm. He traced her collarbone reassuringly before he dropped the bombshell.

"Turn around," he whispered into her ear and he could feel her swallow, she seemed suddenly on edge and it made him feel like shit. He tried to soften his approach.

"Liv it's okay, just turn around and I'll.." he whispered, his hand cupping her shoulder softly.

..pretend to do you from behind.

He couldn't finish the sentence and it was obvious his gentle approach hadn't worked. He tried a less subtle avenue, seizing the strap of her dress and dragging the material down her body. Her bra came into view and his head swayed, taking in her cleavage as he pooled the dress around her hips. His eyes raked over her abdomen before they flicked back up to hers.

He lent in so he could whisper. "Trust me Liv," he was asking her to trust him, the same way she had asked him earlier, only this time he was stripping her of clothing and had straight out just objectified her body.

He was just playing a role he kept telling himself. He'd purposefully retained the dress around her hips so he'd have a barrier from the cameras during the simulation and he prayed she realized that's what he was doing.

"Elliot," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "Please just hit me."

He sighed into her neck, trying to gain some semblance of control.

He was pissed now. He just wanted this to be over one way or another but there was no way he was going to hit her. He expected her to press him on it again but instead she moved her hands and began dragging her dress down her thighs, before he realized what she was doing it was collected at her knees and she was kicking it off.

His jaw clenched. She had just done that on purpose, now there was no way he could simulate shit. He grabbed her then, seizing both wrists and pinning them shoulder height against the bed, before he had been trying to keep distance between their bodies but he was infuriated at her low blow. He let his hard body sink into hers, feeling every inch of her half naked body against his and she moaned. He was fucking hard and he let himself push into her thigh. He felt her tugging slightly at her wrists, which only made him grip them tighter.

He was pissed off and irrational.

"Screw this Olivia," he hissed into her ear. "And screw you."

He felt her breathing quicken, he wondered for a moment if he was scaring her but he was fucking pissed at hell that she'd just decided the direction they were taking this.

"I'm going to fight you Elliot," she started out of breath, her voice wavering slightly. "Hold me down, grab me by the throat, get rough with me," she finished in a whisper.

He closed his eyes and bit hard into his lip, there was no fucking way he could do this. He couldn't think straight, all of his energy was now pooled in his groin.

"I swear to God Olivia," his voice trailed off in a strained whisper.

He felt Olivia tense beneath him in at his dismissal but he didn't care, all he could think about was the warmth of her body and the feel of her soft skin beneath his and suddenly he was taking the excuse. He released one of her wrists and slid it possessively down her collarbone and over her breast. Her breath caught in surprise at his sudden change of gears but she let him run his thumb back and forth across her erect nipple. She was holding back her vocal reaction to his touch but he could feel her hips roll slightly upward and he wasted no time pushing his thigh firmly between her legs until she called out.

Half his name, half a moan.

He smiled against her neck, he was feeling bold and brash and he pulled her bra down exposing her breast. He let his fingers run over the smooth expanse of her breast and her breathing quickened. He flicked his thumb hard against her nipple and she twisted beneath him, her hip knocking into his hardness. He moaned into her neck before sliding down to take her nipple in his mouth and she called out in surprise. She moaned openly as he let his tongue circle her, flicking back and forth until she lost it grabbing his shoulder and forcing his face to come up to meet hers.

He looked her dead in the eyes, his lips moist as she glared back at him.

"You son of a bitch," she whispered, rising up slightly. "Hit me."

He pushed her back down into the mattress and slid his lips down to her ear.

"I'd fuck you before I hit you Olivia."

The words made him dizzy, he wasn't even sure why he'd said them. He just wanted to get the thought out of her head because there would be no way. She was silent beneath him as his lips lingered at her ear, he was trying to figure out what on earth he could say next.

Jesus he'd gone too far.

He could feel her short bursts of air against his neck as his body held hers into the mattress, his hands still holding her wrists. He was trapping her beyond any means of escape and he felt like an asshole. He wanted to get off her then and give her some space, let her breathe and feel like she had some sense of control in this. His body weight must be stifling her and he wanted to apologize more than anything.

She was quiet and that scared him more than her attempt to get him to hit her. She shifted a little beneath him and his lips scraped against her cheek in the process.

He felt her suck in a breath before she spoke.

"Then do it."

The words came out in a whisper and he swore he could feel her heart beat slamming into his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to make sense of what she had just asked of him. Surely he'd heard wrong, surely he was misinterpreting what she was saying.

He opened his mouth to ask but no words came out, then as if she had known he needed confirmation she said the words that practically made him choke.

"Fuck me."

Her voice didn't crack but it was strained beneath his weight.

His heart was now racing, thumping madly against her chest and his mouth was dry.

What the hell did she just say?

Those two words were going to haunt him for years, he'd hear them in his sleep, he'd hear them every time she opened her Goddamn mouth. She'd said it so straightforward, as if she was telling him to take down a perp, or to make sure he had her back.

Fuck me.

He wanted to cry, right then and there because there was no fucking way out of this and what she was suggesting was bordering on insane. He wasn't going to hit her and he wasn't going to fuck her, there had to be another way.

He thought about getting up then, just getting off her, grabbing his clothes and leaving. What would happen? So he didn't go through with it, would they really corner him on it? Who are they to tell him how to spend his own money?

"Olivia-" he started, unsure where his words would take him.

"It doesn't have to be a big deal," she whispered as if she had been waiting for him to respond so she could defend her request.

Not a big deal? As if any cop would do this to save their partner's life. He couldn't believe she would even suggest it let alone encourage it. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? He was beyond mad that the words had even come into her head let alone out of her mouth.

She was motionless beneath him now and he was thankful because all of her prior writhing and shifting had made his situation south beyond bearable but slowly he was managing to gather some control.

"El," she said softly and he bit into his lip.

Fuck me.

That's all he heard now, her voice, her body, her breathing, it was all Olivia telling him to fuck her.

He relaxed his grip on her wrists and concentrated on his breaths, they were barely moving, God knows what on earth people watching were thinking. His eyes were closed and his face was turned into her neck. He was still hard against her thigh, of course he was - he'd be hard for life now, hard for her. She was being exceptionally still beneath him and he almost felt the need to thank her, if she so much sneezed right now he'd probably come in his pants.

He focused on the steady rise and fall beneath him and wondered if they could just fall asleep like this. What would happen? Would they wake him up when his hour was over? He thought about the time and how long he had been in here, on her. Perhaps he could just wait it out, extend the foreplay until the time ran out then he'd be forced to leave. He wouldn't have to hit or fuck her.

He felt her then, her wrists slowly sliding out from beneath his and he let her, partly out of guilt from holding her down for so long and partly out of curiosity as to what she was going to do. He held his breath as her hands trailed down the sides of his torso and he stiffened as they ran over his ribcage and towards his waist. Her hands lingered at his hips and he exhaled into her neck.

Jesus Christ he wanted her, so fucking badly. Her hands roaming over his body was intoxicating, he was done fighting it. He wasn't going to have sex with her, he knew that much but he was going to lie here and soak this up while it lasted. He'd spent too long thinking about this, dreaming about this, agonizing at the thought of Olivia Benson beneath him.

He fucking deserved this, even if this wasn't real.

His lips parted and he pressed them against her neck, he felt her relax slightly as her fingertips teased his hips. He felt her thumbs slide underneath the waistband of his pants and he let his lips brush against her neck. She began to tug them downward and he let her; he was done fighting it. He was only human and he wanted to feel more of her body against his.

His jeans and belt were already open so she slid them down his hips without too much resistance. She got them part way down his thighs and he let out a small groan as his cock rubbed against her through his briefs.

His hand found her neck as he cupped it and ran his thumb down the column as his lips danced against the soft skin of her neck.

It would be so easy, so fucking easy. He wanted to know how ready she would be, how worked up and wet she was. It took everything in him not to find out, all he'd have to do is move his hand between their bodies and smooth across her panties.

She moved her thigh then, the one that had been between his leg and shifted so her legs were either side of his body. She used her feet to push his pants until they finally slid down and off the edge of the bed pooling onto the floor. There was no barrier between them now, no safety net. Her legs were spread either side of his body, their lower halves contained by the thin cotton of his briefs and the lace of her panties.

Her hands were still lingering dangerously at his hips, her thumbs skimming the elastic of his underwear in question. The woman was pure sin, he concluded. He'd give anything to know what was going through her head right now.

Did she really expect this to actually happen?

He wanted to kiss her again, to feel her lips against his and her reaction to him plunging his tongue inside her because this was all moments from being over. He knew outside the confines of these four walls, he will never be able to have her like this again. Now however, he had unrestricted, uninhibited access to the woman he'd spent the better part of a decade keeping his hands off.

Fuck me.

His lips slipped swiftly off her neck and he moved up making eye contact. He rested his weight on his elbows as he took her in. He saw it in her eyes then, the desire she was trying desperately to mask, the slight hitch of her breath when she realized he could see it now. She had told him to fuck her, so that this would end, so they'd both make it out of here alive, but it was obvious she just wanted him to fuck her, plain and simple. It made him feel drunk with power. He had control now and he would decide how this would end.

His lips moved down, wedging her mouth open, parting her lips with his and this time he felt no resistance. He rocked himself between her legs as he drove his tongue inside her mouth and she moaned in compliance, her hips rising in union with his. He felt the tip of his cock press against lace and a sound wrenched deep from his throat. Now all he could think about was ripping off her panties and pushing the length of his hardness inside her.

She was moaning beneath him, encouraging each movement when suddenly it was her tongue sliding into his mouth. He groaned in appreciation as the tip of hers flitted against his. He could feel her hand attempting to slide between their bodies and towards his briefs and all he wanted now was to feel her hand wrap around him.

He wondered if that would be so bad. Would there be no going back?He thought about their partnership. Would anything ever be the same again? Could they still work together? Would she give him some bullshit excuse that because they had to do what they did - it was over? Would she walk away from him again?

The thought of losing her stopped him dead in his tracks.

His lips dipped back to her ear.

"You're my partner." His voice was slightly strained and he felt her twist against him, unsure what he was getting at. "We're not doing this." He confirmed and he felt her body go rigid against his. "I'm walking out of here," he told her firmly. "Now."

"Don't you dare-" her voice was a little too loud but she cut herself off before he did. "They will kill us Elliot," she rasped through gritted teeth and he could feel the panic behind the words. "Please."

What the hell had she seen and experienced here? How capable were these people?

He felt completely lost then, stuck between a rock and a never-ending hard place. He just needed this to be over. Without thinking he switched gears suddenly, his hand launched up and grabbed her around the neck. He squeezed just enough to cause a reaction and she called out. He was reverting to their previous plan now and he needed it to look somewhat convincing.

Her arms instinctively flew up to encircle his wrists and tried to pull him off her. He held her firmly and she struggled, clawing at his fingers, trying to pry them off her.

"Get off me," she spat, her voice strained from his grasp and he was praying this was just part of her act. She was using her hands to hit and swipe at his chest in an effort to free herself and before he knew it she had slapped him hard across the face.

His hands instantly released her and she scrambled beneath him, rolling over onto her chest and trying to escape. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to him, his bare chest colliding with her but she was defiant in her struggling and he was somewhat impressed.

"Let me go," she called out loudly as she twisted against him, he assumed it was for the benefit of witnesses and not a direct command. She was trying to haul herself off the bed completely but he wasn't letting up. Then in one quick movement he gave into gravity, both of them falling off the edge of the bed and crashing into a heap on the ground.

He fell firmly into her, his erection pressing into her backside. He was still turned on with all her writhing and it was embarrassing as hell.

He used this opportunity to whisper behind her ear with concern.

"You ok?"

She'd fallen face first into the carpet and with his insane amount of weight on top of her, she could be in pain. He tried to shift his lower half so it wasn't pressing into her ass and suddenly he felt a jab in his side as she elbowed him. He winced in pain and rolled over.

She managed to crawl a fair distance before she started to get to her feet. That's when he launched out and grabbed her by the ankle, sliding her towards him against the carpet. She let out a sound of resistance as he wrapped his arms around her stomach and tugged her back to him. She used her legs to kick at him but he could tell she was holding back, the slap on the face, the blow to his side, it was all mild retaliation for the sake of the cameras.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. She wanted him to hit her but that was out of the question. She told him to grab her, hold her and get rough with her, but would that be enough for the cameras or would they just think they were role-playing?

He pulled her back against him, his grip still on her stomach, her back fell against his chest and her ass sank into his erection. He felt her body instantly relax against him, her fight leaving her. His nose sank into the back of her hair inhaling her scent; it was intoxicating. She melted against him and he felt the gentle rise and fall of her breathing as he held her.

Christ, she needed to act like she was in danger, not enjoying this.

"Fight me Goddamn it," he rasped into her ear but she didn't move, she just lay there against him. He wanted to shake the damn woman.

He cleared his throat and tried a different angle.

"This won't end if they think you want me," he whispered the words, his fingertips subtly moving against her abdomen. It had been a bold move. He'd just called her on it - accusing her of wanting him, of being so turned on that she could barely move let alone fight him.

It worked, he felt her tense in his arms and elbow him hard in the gut, a lot harder than she'd previously given him and he rolled away clutching his side. She got up, scrambling to her feet and he launched after her. Just as she got close to the door he grabbed her and flung her towards the wall. Her arms came out just in time, stopping herself from running face first into the wall. He came up behind her, his body caging hers from escape.

She moved quickly around and swung at him, but he ducked just in time and pushed her up against the wall. He seized her wrists and held her body captive with his, his lips dipping to her ear.

"That's better," he whispered hotly; he couldn't help but be turned on by her fight. She used her hips to try and push him off her but it was counterproductive. His erection was now pushing into her stomach and all of her writhing was weakening him once more.

"Get off me," she said slightly out of breath, arching her back, trying to twist away from him but all it did was push her breasts harder into his chest. He moved her wrists together and seized them in one hand and then reached down grabbing her hip, his hands meeting with the material of her panties. It occurred to him then that he was fighting his partner in nothing but their underwear. He held her against the wall by her hip, separating their lower halves in the struggle.

"I said get off me," she rasped, getting more agitated by the minute.

He was praying this was just part of the act as she continued to struggle and tug at her wrists in his firm grasp.

"Make me," he told her directly, not as a threat but to let her know that it was up to her.

She twisted more intently at his blunt response and let out an exasperated groan at her frustration.

He could tell she was nearing the edge.

He moved in closer about to say something when she beat him to the punch.

"Loosen your grip Elliot, unless you want me to knee you where it hurts," she rasped. Her thigh was between his legs and he wondered if she meant she had no way of defending herself unless she resorted to that, or if she really was going to knee him in the balls.

He wasn't going to risk finding out so he loosened his hold and she wasted no time pulling her wrists from his capture and slapping him hard across the face.

His hand came up to soften the burn and she grabbed the lamp that was housed on the side table and yanked it from the power point. He turned just in time to see it coming down on him and he reach out, grabbing her wrist just before it connected. The lamp hit the floor and he pushed her onto the bed, the mattress bowing beneath their weight.

He grabbed her chin, holding her still as he looked her dead in the eyes.

"What the hell was that?" he yelled a little too loud.

She blinked a couple of times but didn't answer him.

"Strangle me with the chord of the lamp," she said in a whisper and his eyes narrowed in on her. She couldn't be serious.

He pulled his grip from her chin and she swallowed.

"If you're not going to hit me, strangle me," she told him firmly.

He knew what she was saying, their pathetic attempt at a struggle wasn't registering shit. If they wanted to make an impact, he had to make it seem as if her life was on the line.

His eyes searched hers for a brief moment as he struggled internally with having to take this to the next level. He could tell she knew this was hard for him, but there was no other way.

He moved off her quickly, before he had a chance to change his mind, and grabbed the lamp from the ground. He watched as she moved off the bed too, portraying her attempt at an escape. He held his breath as he pegged the lamp, missing her head by mere inches and shattering against the wall behind her. Her mouth dropped open at what he'd just done and how close she was to reaping the impact.

He didn't have time to think about it; he knew he had good aim and thank God it paid off. He moved quickly, grabbing the chord with a broken piece of lamp still attached to the end. He launched at her, seizing her around the waist, almost tackling her in the process and she let out a shriek. He wasn't sure if it was real or if she was putting it on but he prayed it was the latter. She struggled against him, making sounds of protest as he managed to wrap the chord around her throat.

Her hands came up immediately trying to defuse the tightness. He pulled the chord a fair amount; he wasn't sure how tight he had to do it to make it believable but he needed a reaction out of her so he squeezed a little tighter. A strained howl escaped from her lips followed by a whimper and Olivia almost lost her footing and fell to the ground. He used his body so that she fell against him instead and he loosened the chord somewhat.

"You ok-" he whispered into her hair but she cut him off.

"Help," she screamed, still tugging at the chord and he was praying she was just a good actress.

"Help me!" she continued, it occurred to him then that he should probably silence her as that would be what would happen in a situation like this. Just as she was about to scream again his hand came up covering her mouth, muffling her cry.

She continued to scream against his hand, the muffled protest would have barely been heard now. He wanted so badly for this to be over. What the hell was going on? Why wasn't anyone rushing to her aid? He knew this was just an act but he felt like scum. It felt a little too close to home; they saw this kind of thing everyday.

She was still struggling and moaning her concern but it was getting weaker by the moment, just as he was about to ask her what came next he felt something against his hand. His eyes narrowed in confusion, his hand covering her mouth was damp and he realized the warm liquid running over his hands were her tears.

Fuck.

He immediately loosened the chord and removed his hand from her mouth.

She dropped then, her whole body weight falling to the floor and he launched forward to catch her but he wasn't quick enough. She hit the floor face first and he moved quickly, turning her onto her back, her eyes were closed and there were mascara stains part way down her cheek. His heart was thumping a mile as he reached out to check her pulse. His hand was shaking as he held two fingers firm against her neck for one, two, three –

The door burst open and a flood of men came rushing in, all of them dressed in black, all armed with guns and screaming at him to get on the ground. He complied, holding his hands up in surrender and bowing close to the ground.

The panic of the situation was overwhelming. What the hell had happened to Olivia? One moment she was struggling, the next moment she was limp in his arms. He couldn't have been squeezing the chord that tight, could he?

The last thing he heard was one of the men talking to another before the cold hard metal of the gun hit him square in the temple.

"Take her."

TBC