Chapter three. In case you didn't know, I've decided to make this a regular story. Enjoy.


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"...I didn't nearly-freak-out…" She mused as she playfully snatched her hand away. He was much closer to her now. So close that he could take his hand and began to slowly trail up and down her bare arm giving them both goosebumps.

"Oh no?" His voice had dropped, coming out much lower and so damn sexy as he looked into her eyes, making her scream inside. He was gorgeous! That she couldn't deny no matter how much she tried. "Why are you so damned beautiful?" He whispered as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him.

Her pulse suddenly quickened and she swallowed as she gave a small giggle and tried to look anywhere but at him. No luck as he placed this hand gently beneath her chin and tilted her head up so that she was looking at him. Her perfume was intoxicating to his senses, driving him insane at this point and he wondered where she had put it. He'd heard once that a woman puts it in all the places she wants to be-

"...I'd better go and-"

"Get out of that dress? I could help you with that" he said before he leaned in slowly and kissed her lips, lingering there as she felt his breath.

"Peter, don't…" She her voice fading in and out and pretty much just saying the words at this point. This couldn't happen again! But oh, her resolve was weakening; hell it was already gone. She wanted this; god how she wanted this!

"Let me make love to you…" kiss "or fuck you…" kiss "whatever you call it, I wanna feel you underneath me. Me giving you every bit of me until you literally have to beg me to stop...and we both know I don't disappoint!"

"Counselor?" Judge Mayhew called again to the prosecutor's table but Peter was lost in his own head thinking of he and Olivia and how he fucked her all nigh-

"ADA STONE!" Judge Mayhew shouted, finally catching Peter's attention.

"I'm sorry your honor." Peter apologized. He sat at the prosecutor's table, realizing that he had been doodling something not exactly suitable for a courtroom; or anywhere in public on his legal pad. He immediately turned it face down as the judge spoke again.

"Mr. Stone, if you're going to daydream in my courtroom might I suggest- don't!"

"Yes your honor." He said embarrassed and headed up to the bench with the defense attorney. At the same time, he lowered his head and gave the faintest smile that he fought hard to not let turn into a huge one.

At the apartment, with the day off and Noah not home until noon, Olivia was so thankful that she got to sleep! All last night and into the morning was amazing - then. Now, she was exhausted, sore-but in a good way, and welcomed her bed after a hot shower and dreams of the perfection that was last night.

"SHIT, LIV!" He growled as he fucked into her like crazy from behind! She was face down with her ass lusciously in the air, her hands were being held behind her back and she could do nothing but squirm and moan; loudly. They had been fucking basically all night, and although her body was sore she absolutely could not get enough of him. With her job and Noah, Peter knew that it had been a long time since she'd had time for any relationship, much less a sexual one with anybody and that beside the last two times before this that they'd had sex or made love- he was it and he relished it just as much as she did, having no one in his life either.

"Peterrrr…" she screamed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, damn near fucking her off the bed with the strength of his thrusts. "Oh god baby...fuck me….FUCK MEEEEE! Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhh!" She moaned, cried carelessly as Peter was on top of her, nestled between her outstretched thighs and screwing her so beautifully, so perfectly, so hard, so deep… "...yes Peter...oh god...just like that!"

Unfortunately, the world couldn't wait for her to catch up on missed sleep or rest her overused lower extremities, and her cell phone began to ring. At first she just ignored it, praying from under her covers that it was just a wrong number that would hang up and she extended that prayer through the second ring.

He had her eyes rolling up in her head as she threw her pussy back to get closer, to take him deeper.

"I'M CUMMMMIIINGGGGG!"

When the third ring came, she dreadfully reached an arm out from underneath and with her eyes closed, she answered in a sleep filled voice, still hoping to hold on to her dream.

"Yes, Fin?"

"You know how I hate to call you on your days off, but we got a situation,"

Dream over.

"Can it wait?" She said, sitting up.

"Afraid not. Victim's name is Angela Johnson"

"...Johnson?" She repeated, praying that it wasn't the Angela Johnson she was thinking of, the sleep suddenly leaving her voice. She was wide awake now.

"So you know her?"

God dammit! "Y-yeah. Where are you?" She threw her bare legs over the side of the bed.

"Mercy hospital"

"Right, give me twenty minutes!" She said and hung up, tossing the phone down on the bed and stood up, trying to ignore the ache between her legs as she shuffled to her closet. But she let out a regret filled sigh.

"You have got to get your life together, Benson! You cannot fuck your ADA...anymore!" She scolded herself while remembering his parting words to her after he kissed the life out of her when he left this morning.

"...you're already mine!"

A shiver went through her, one that made her pussy and nipples tingle and ache even more than they already did. She let out another sorrow filled sigh, unsure that she could stick to her previous statement, then, reminded of just what she was rushing off to, she hurried into her bathroom, tossing her t-shirt off over her head.

At the hospital riding up in the elevator, Olivia stood against the bar on the wall lost in her thoughts.

She remembered after the very first time they'd had sex in his office after Pamela died. She knew even then that they shouldn't have gone there. But he was so upset and when she comforted him, they both got lost in feelings that shouldn't have led to where they did, but it happened. What she wasn't expecting was that afterwards he'd change up on her.

"Wait...tell me that I can at least see you again, outside of work. I need to see you again..."

Up until then they'd never expressed an interest in one another. Although yes, she noticed the first day they met how good looking he was, even if she did hate his guts for having to prosecute Barba.

But over the months something changed between them. She started to see Peter as less of a nuisance and more as a colleague, an ally even though they butted heads more often than not...a friend.

So why he'd completely change things up on her made her angry at first. She thought that maybe she could get away with sex and things would go back to what they were but by the second time she'd "accidentally" fucked him again…

She was brought out of it when the elevator stopped, a bell going off to announce her floor. She took a breath and got off, walking down the corridor she was surprised when her phone rang. She picked it up to see that it was Noah facetiming her and she put on a smile for her son.

"Hey sweet boy!"

"Mo-ommm…" he said, embarrassed at the term of endearment around his friends. Olivia laughed an apology.

"Kellan's mom said it's okay, so can I stay one more night?"

"Honey-" she started to protest but Noah cut her off.

"Please mom?" He begged, the five boys joining in, all still in their pajamas with a chorus of pleases. "We're going to Dave & Busters and then to a movie!"

She wanted to say no. Bribe him to come home this afternoon, but he was so happy with his friends. "...are you sure it's alright with Ms. Jackson?"

"It's fine Olivia" Ms. Jackson said, laughing as the boys pulled her to the phone. "I'll wash their clothes from yesterday so they'll have fresh ones for tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh you mean five boys under age eight?" she and Olivia laughed. "...no. But seriously, he'll be fine."

"See mom, so can I stay?"

"Yes, you can stay. I'll bring you some mon-"

"I got it covered. Take the day, have some fun. I'll see you when you pick him up tomorrow."

"Thanks Ayanna."

"Thanks mom, I love you!"

"I love you too, Noah. I'll see you tomorrow." she said and kissed the screen before he hung up. She saw Fin as she turned the corner.

"I'm sorry, I know I said twenty minutes…"

"It's okay. You alright?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"You're limping a bit"

"Oh…I um...I tripped over one of Noah's toys during the blackout last night." Sounds good. "Fill me in?"

Angela was a case that she'd had and one that she'd made sure to keep in touch with. The girl been horribly raped and beaten by her father and uncle for three years until someone at her school noticed her bruises during gym class and told a teacher who called special victims. Angela was twelve then, and was now a senior about to graduate with a master's in social work from St. Johns. When Olivia first met her, she was a shy and timid girl who was afraid of everything and everyone around her.

"Last night, during the blackout she was grabbed and dragged into an alley where she was beaten and almost raped yet again,"

Olivia reeled from this news, her heart dropping into her stomach. "...you said almost, so he didn't?"

"...she killed him. Stabbed him with a broken bottle. When the cops found her this morning, she was wandering the streets covered in both their blood. Her clothes were torn, she was bruised, crying and in shock. She wasn't making much sense and wouldn't let anyone near her. When we got to her she kept screaming out your name. They had to give her a sedative."

Olivia sighed heavily. "Where is she now?"

By the time she'd gotten to her apartment later that day, Olivia was mentally exhausted. Exhausted from talking to Angela and hearing her account of being attacked in that alley last night. Exhausted at hearing how she thought her attacker would kill her, and when she grabbed that bottle, she didn't think twice about driving it into him over and over again. And finally exhausted at hearing the young woman cry for what seemed like hours. How can so much bad happen in the life of such a young girl?

She went, dragging herself to the couch after she hung her coat, so thankful that she was alone as she dropped her head into her hands and she let her tears flow freely for Angela. She couldn't hold them back anymore. Some days, this job really weighed on her and made her wonder if maybe she'd had enough but just as quickly as those thoughts came, she usually let them go. Who else would fight for the victims?

Thankfully there wouldn't be much of a case to go through she hoped. They had run the assailant turned victim's fingerprints and he was a level 3 sex offender who had somehow been released from prison and got his chance last night. She wiped her eyes and threw her head back, clearing her throat. A hot bath and a glass of wine, maybe a bottle of wine and her bed was calling her. She got up to go and answer that call, heading to her bathroom when the phone rang.

"Hey Case"

"I heard about Angela Johnson. Is she gonna be okay?"

"Hopefully. Casey, can I call you later? I was just…"

"No you can't. I know how you can get after these cases. We're going out"

Is she kidding me? She just wanted to get into that bath she had been about to run. "Casey, I'm not-"

"Don't argue with me Miss Benson. Call a sitter for Noah-"

"He's at a sleepover." Why did I tell her that?

"Even better. See you in an hour"

"Cas-" but she had already hung up. Olivia let out an exasperated sigh as she threw the phone down on the couch where she had just been sitting..

Later that night, Olivia and Casey were at a bar playing pool and drinking beer.

"...the best thing I ever did was getting out of the SVU branch of the DA's office. Those cases were getting to me." She shot the ball and missed. "Dammit!"

"You are such a lousy shot!" Olivia grinned as Casey kicked the table. "I wish I had that option…" she said, referring to Casey's earlier statement.

"You do have that option, but I understand why you feel you can't," Olivia bent to take a shot. "Somebody has to fight for the victims," she said and took a swig from her beer bottle. While she drank, she saw Peter across the crowded room and grinned. "Speaking of your unit…"

"What?" Olivia asked as she turned around and picked up her beer from the edge of the pool table. "shit!" She muttered under her breath but Casey heard her just as Peter spotted them.

"Hey, Olivia…" He called as he made his way through the crowd.

"Is there something you forgot to share?" Casey said to her.

"Alot," she said as he got closer, "...later" she breathed out as he finally got to them.

"Hey Casey" he greeted.

"Peter." she said.

He turned to Olivia, "I didn't know you come here,"

"A lot you don't know." She half smiled. He was wearing a simple tee shirt and a pair of jeans, and her eyes would not stay still.

...yet. he thought.

"So, what brings you here tonight counselor?" Olivia asked and took a sip from her bottle then bent to take her shot on the pool table.

Her stretching movements to reach the ball did not go unnoticed by Peter who couldn't help looking at the way her ass filled out her skintight jeans. Casey looked on, sipping her beer as she sensed that something was up between the two of them.

Olivia made her shot, then stood up straight, smiling at her achievement.

"Oh I um…" he looked even harder at how her top stretched across her breasts. Was it cold in here? He thought, her nipples were standing at full attention! Casey laughed under her breath when she noticed him staring. "I didn't have any plans, so I thought I'd come hang out. They have great wings here." He said as his jeans suddenly got tighter in the crotch.

Olivia noticed the obvious bulge in his jeans. "Uh huh" she said smugly. Eyeing it hard.

Casey was just too amused at their display and had to get away so that she didn't burst out laughing. "I'm gonna get more beer. Peter, you want anything?"

Whatever you guys are drinking" he said, looking at Olivia while he held up enough money over his shoulder for all the drinks. "thanks"

"You bet!" She said, smiling as she walked away.

When she was gone, Olivia stepped close to him and with a sultry grin she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I thought the idea was I was supposed to chase you!" And she squeezed in between him and the pool table, wiggling her hips in the tightness of the space as she bent over again to take another shot. He stood there, watching her as she leaned across the table, pointing her stick at the ball and hitting it.

He quietly let out a deep breath as he willed his dick to simmer down.

It wasn't working.

"So, you didn't tell me what you're doing here" he said as she stood up and turned around having cleared the table. He was praying that a change of subject would calm him down. "Congrats. Though I thought for sure that you'd be home recuperating, "

Olivia smiled. "I could say the same for you," she said as she gently patted him on his heavily scratched-up back as he winced.

"Touche" he laughed. God this woman drove him crazy!

"...I got called in on a case. Angela Johnson."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Actually it came across my desk,"

"...and?" She asked with baited breath.

"And what? It's a clear cut case from the police reports. The guy was an obvious threat to the public, out looking for a victim. He found the right one and I'm not recommending that any charges be pressed against miss Johnson. She's been through enough."

Well shit! She thought with a giant smile inside. "I agree, but still I have to ask; is any of this because of me?"

"Come on Olivia, you know me better than that. I make no secret that I like you; a lot. But my feelings would never go against the job. When that happens, I don't belong there anymore. I'll rack." He said. sipped his beer then bent over the table grabbing the cue rack. Olivia stood, hella impressed with the man and what he'd just said as she watched him clear the ball slot. Hella impressed!

"Oh god...fuck me Peter...Harder!" She cried as she was pressed into the living room wall of his apartment, her jeans and panties around her ankles as were his. He had her on her toes as he fucked her from behind, her tee shirt and bra pushed up above her breasts and one of his hands gently, but firmly around her neck while the other was around her waist, it's hand rubbing her clit. "Bab-!" She was so overwhelmed by the feel of him, especially when his dick began to stab her hard. She could feel every ridge in his penis, every vein as it rubbed her walls so beautifully. She'd said to fuck her harder and he was battering against her pussy as if he were trying to tear it down. She was going to cum huge!

Thank God that Casey had met someone at the bar!

More to come