Trevor felt torn between what he wanted from Olivia. He was respectful but she was making him feel things that he hadn't felt for a very long time.

She pressed her body in to his. His body was hard, muscular, just as she had been imagining since dinner. She felt his lips part hers slightly as his tongue tasted the tip of her own, igniting the embers that she had been trying to put out since dinner.

She decided to throw caution to the wind; it felt good, it didn't have to mean marriage, but it was nice to feel something again so long after Tucker.

His hands rested on her collarbones and she willed him to move them. She willed for his touch all over her but she knew he was trying to be respectful and move slowly. She let her hands slide from the back of his neck, up through his soft, slightly greying hair as their kiss grew more passionate.

She was relieved that he still employed the less-is-more approach when he used his tongue, he didn't shove it in; nor was it too sloppy. She could feel his chest heaving against hers, their heart-rates raising. Finally, at her sheer will, he let his hands fall down her bare arms, his fingertips grazing her skin, making her visibly shiver.

He couldn't help but to chuckle against her mouth.

"What?" she asked, pulling away, almost offended. He looked in to her eyes, grinning impishly. He pressed his forehead against hers and breathed a little sigh of contentment.

"You shivered and it was just… sweet and a bit hot too."

"I mean," she grinned back, "it was no need to stop though."

He chuckled as her ran his hand along her back and initiated a series of soft kisses upon her lips until she pulled away. "Could we…" she nodded toward the bed just behind her, "get a little more comfortable."

His grin got just a little bigger. "If that's what you want," he agreed, sliding back and taking her hand. He helped her up from the table and took a few steps back behind him, bringing Olivia with him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He hadn't expected her to take a seat immediately on his lap. She straddled him and felt him encircle his arms around her. She briefly pushed some insecurities about her weight out of her mind, concerned about how heavy he might think she was.

They looked at each other for a moment, both considering what might happen next. They couldn't keep their smiles to themselves. "Is this happening?" she wondered out loud. He said that he wasn't after a one-night stand, but men all proved to be the same when sex was on the table.

"I don't know…" he replied. "What's going to happen?" he wondered with a little teasing smile. "What do you want to happen?" he asked, sweetly, towering over, looking in to her eyes.

The intensity of his stare was quite disarming under the low carriage lights. "I don't know, let's just see what happens?" she asked as if she was simply offering a light suggestion. She focused on his tie and slowly pulled it out from beneath the waistcoat and began to undo it. He watched her, helping herself to him. He didn't mind a single bit that she was taking charge. He found it to be sexy that she was in command; something that he knew others would have been intimidated by.

She surely knew what she wanted and he was fine with that.

She let his tie hang as it was. She started to work on his waistcoat and unbuttoned it before pushing it off his shoulders. She smiled at him. "Trevor, you are locked right up, what is this? A chastity-belt type situation?" she joked.

He laughed too. "I like to look my best, ready for anything, you know?" he smiled. She grinned at him and leaned in and planted a soft, slow kiss on his lips. He grabbed at the hem of her white t-shirt and slipped his hands beneath it, resting them on her waist against her skin. Her back arched, surprised by his touch.

It had been too long since a man had touched the intimate places on her body and she found his touch exciting. He clearly knew what he was doing, his fingertips barely grazed her skin which left her anticipating his hands all over her.

She tried to take it as slowly as he was, not wanting to seem to eager. Really, she wanted to rip that waistcoat off in a flurry. She felt him pulling her closer to him with ease and instantly any insecurity about her body seemed to melt away.

This time she tasted his tongue. She kissed him with a little more urgency as his hands made his way under her shirt, wandering around against her skin, staining her and leaving her wanting more.

She felt him clutch back at the hem of her shirt and she willed him to lift it over her head and toss it aside. She had started to undo his shirt buttons, not breaking their kiss.

A moan escaped her throat as she felt his tongue draw a line against her lip as he pulled away.

He was as breathless as she was. She thought he was about to cool things down, but instead he did as she wished and lifted her fitted shirt over her head. His movements were slow as if he were savoring the moment. She helped him by lifting her arms and letting him drop it beside them on the floor.

The insecurity returned as he let his eyes fall over her breasts almost spilling out over the cup of her poorly fitting black bra. She felt herself sucking her tummy in, she couldn't help it; she may have been a strong, confident woman, but even she was inclined to concern herself with things like weight gain and aging.

"You should wear this more…" he joked, staring at her breasts without shame.

"Stop…" she chuckled. "Don't give me a reason to put my shirt back on…"

"I mean it…" he rose his eyebrow at her, "Olivia Benson, I am punching well above my weight," he smiled sincerely, letting his hands run over her shoulders, grazing against her collarbone, down her sides, it felt so fucking good, she thought.

She laughed, "that's kind…" she murmured, feeling his lips leave her mouth and trail down her cheek.

There were parts of her body that made her cringe with shame when he touched them; the skin above the waist of her jeans, the skin that didn't sit flat beneath her bra strap; she tried to put the feelings aside. He didn't seem to notice her so-called flaws, he found his way, respectfully paying attention to every bit of her except for her intimate spaces.

She finally got his buttons undone; she had found it a little difficult with his neck buried in the soft space between her neck and her shoulder. Her fingers were a little shaky as the last button popped out of it's slot. She pushed it off his broad shoulders as she let her eyes closed. His mouth covered her skin leaving a wet trail down to her collarbone.

The air hit Olivia's skin where his mouth had been as he moved to her throat. With a little gasp of pleasure she felt the warmth of him, his tongue grazing against her skin. She sighed; she couldn't remember a time where a man had paid such close attention to her.

She tried to focus on getting his shirt off, but she realized he'd already wiggled it down without breaking his contact.

He held on to her firmly, his hands resting on her hips as he drew her forward, crushing against his growing erection. "Oh shit," he murmured, as he felt their hips met. Finally, she thought, his kisses headed south to her chest. Her heart began to beat a little faster. She opened her eyes and realized he had a fucking undershirt on as well.

"Fuck, Trevor… how man damn layers of clothes…" she was able to break in to laughter and was sorry that she said it, it interrupted his kisses that had grown with urgency, heading to a more intimate place.

He laughed too, "Sorry… I didn't count on you being with me, or needing easy access," he joked, keeping it light-hearted.

"It's really inconvenient," she told him.

"It's okay," he replied nonchalantly, "we're about to move anyway…" he told her confidently.

"Where to?" she asked with surprise, thinking that maybe he was going to try to get her to leave.

"Well," he began, kissing her shoulder, "I'm going to see how good this bed is…" he told her. Another kiss, right on her collarbone. She shivered again. His fingertips grazed her back in a straight-line along her spine giving her goosebumps. "I'm about to…" another kiss, just above the valley between her breasts, "flip you on to your back and make out with you…"

She laughed and wasn't sure how serious he was but before she could have another thought, he had encircled an arm around her waist and with no effort what-so-ever, he had swiftly changed both of their positions.

"Wow…" she whispered, her head laying back on his pillow that he had yet to lay on himself. She couldn't help but to feel incredibly turned on by his strength and his directness. She had just been pleased her boobs had managed to stay confined to their cups. "That was a bit hot," she told him point blank.

He just grinned at her, obviously pretty pleased with himself. He straddled her and pulled off his wife-beater, exposing a well-sculpted chest, but the biggest surprise to Olivia had been his shapely arms – way more muscular than she would have expected.

Everything about this man was sexy, she thought.

Trevor regarded Olivia with a smile, admiring her curves that he picked up that she had been nervous about. She was beautiful, he thought. She was everything that he looked for in a woman; intelligence, strength, self-assuredness, fun, relatable and softer when she was in private; allowing him to lead but knowing when to be direct too.

Basically, he thought, with a jarring sense of need, she was a unicorn and he didn't want to let her go.

"Olivia," he began, but she lifted herself to kiss him and his thoughts were interrupted. His erection pushed against her but she didn't flinch and she didn't say anything. He took her hand and laced his fingers through hers, pushing it up on to the pillow, giving it a squeeze as it rested by her head. He did the same with the other, pinning her down without it feeling too dominating.

He couldn't help himself, letting his hips move against hers, letting eliciting a moan from the back of his throat at the same time she gasped, feeling him connect with her.

He kissed her with hunger, the politeness passed and passion took over.

He let go of one of her hands and let his own search her skin, finally taking her breast in his hand over the top of the material of her bra. He broke his kisses let his mouth trial to the other. He felt Olivia's fingers running through his hair, her nails against his scalp. It was making him incredibly hard; and even harder to think clearly.

His mouth covered the top of her breast that was exposed from the bra that he suspected was a little too tight for her. He wanted to take it off her but as he took the mound of skin in to his mouth, he knew he had to take it a little easy.

He heard her say his name and his eyes fell shut as he let his tongue work on the sensitive part of her breast, having nudged it right out of its cup with his mouth. He felt her back arch beneath him as she clutched a handful of his hair. He nipped softly at her skin as he slowly drew away.

"Fuck…" he murmured again, kissing back up to her mouth, still caressing her with his large hand.

"What?" she asked.

"I can't…" he said, with a laugh, "you're making it really difficult to stop," he said, planting a series of lingering kisses upon her soft, velvety lips that still tasted like the traces of pinot.

"You can…" she whispered.

He traced his hand over the arm of her bra, making sure everything was back in place. He tried so hard to ignore his aching erection as he flopped down on to the bed beside her. "I like you…" he said, touching her cheek. "We're both drunk, I don't want you to wake up and feel like I've taken advantage…"

"I'm not that drunk…" he caressed her hair that had somehow fallen out of the ponytail it'd been pulled back in to.

"I told you this wasn't a one-night-stand," he murmured.

She went to get up, a little embarrassed.

"No, wait…" he stopped her, "I just want to kiss you and hang out with you, there's nothing wrong with that, right?" he asked sincerely.

Olivia eyed him for a moment. "Why don't you want to have sex with me?" she asked him point-blank. "What's wrong with me?"

He would have laughed had he not realized she was serious and if anything, a little bit hurt.

"Olivia," he winced, "I very much do want to have sex with you," he said bluntly, making sure that he was looking in to her eyes, "and there is nothing wrong with you, you're… perfect…" he said, "please…" he patted the bed beside him, "please just come back here…"

Reluctantly, Olivia rolled back over to face him. "I just think we're both a bit drunk and I don't want you to wake up resenting me," he said honestly, "but I definitely, definitely definitely want you," he said, "so just stay…"

"Okay…" she whispered, giving him a little smile and he saw a tiny peak of how needy she could be when she felt insecure. He didn't mind, he liked that she needed assurance, it showed her that she was human.

He kissed her lips. "You're amazing," he told her, "how could I not want to do the Captain Olivia Benson."

She chuckled, enjoying him absently running his fingers through her hair. It was a long time since she felt affection that didn't come from a six year old and she had to admit, Cassidy, Tucker even Hayden – none of them had paid attention to her body more than their own. Trevor excited her with his attentiveness, his constant compliments and ability to innately know how to make her feel good.

They made out for a little while, enjoying the closeness of one another. For awhile they talked about their children, comparing the two stages of parenting; she gave Trevor the low down on what he could expect with Eloise.

"Here…" he said, easing himself up to lift up the blanket. "You're getting goosebumps, hop under."

She got up, allowing him to pull the sheets back. "Maybe I should go to my room…" her voice trailed off and they both knew they were dancing a polite game and neither wanted her to go.

"Or…" Trevor began, "now I'm just spitballing here… but what if you were to … get a little comfortable and … get in to bed beside me and just hang out."

Without a word, he got up too, and took off his suit pants and hung them up. He wore boxer-briefs which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Olivia tried not to stare, but she suspected sex with Trevor Langan would not be disappointing.

"I like that idea," she admitted. She picked up her tshirt from the floor and threw it over her head and reached beneath it and unhooked her bra and shimmied her black jeans down over her thighs. It was Trevor's turn to stare at her legs and her backside as she turned around briefly to get back in to bed.

"Good," he said to her, smiling. He turned on a little bedside lamp and cut out the overhead lights before slipping back in next to her. "Why are you all the way over there?" he asked, "come over here…" she got close to him, feeling their legs touching. She let her hands linger over his arms, feeling his chest. He was slightly hairy but she liked that.

He kissed her, "will you let me be big spoon?" he asked with a little smile.

"Obviously…" she replied like the idea annoyed her. They both laughed. They made out for a little while longer before she had resigned herself to the idea that sex wasn't on the table. She began to get sluggish.

Trevor drew her close with him and they chatted about what they'd be expecting in the coming days and before she knew it, she was asleep; contented and satisfied with NYPD after all for allowing her this train journey.