INTERROGATION ROOM

In my mind this took place during season 11, more specifically in the episode P.C.

Everything is the same as in the episode, except for the smut ?

"Hi, boys. Mind if I play?" Olivia asks, walking into the interrogation room sporting the leather jacket she loves so much and closing the door behind her.

"Detective Benson, I don't think you need to be in here," her ever so attractive partner, Detective Stabler answers.

"Well, I don't need to know what you think," Olivia answers coldly.

"Detective, I think it's too personal for you to be in here," he warns again, acting along with her role play.

"Big girls don't cry, Stabler. Come on. Just let me talk to him," Benson tries again, closing the distance between her and the table.

Without another word to his partner, Elliot leaves the interrogation room to watch his partner work her magic from the other side of the glass, becoming more aroused by the second.

"No, that was an mistake!" Ronnie says, his voice slightly raised.

The sudden movement through the glass and the volume of the voices brings Elliot back from his fantasy. He watches his partner backs the horrible excuse of a man into the wall, knowing she's about to get a confession.

"Yeah, a mistake just like all of us lesbians are a mistake," Olivia says calmly. "Except the good news is you know how to correct us."

"You're wrong," Ronnie retorts, rage glazing over his eyes, his breathing becoming rigid. Olivia closes a little more of the space between her and the perp.

"But you want to make me right, don't you Ronnie?" Olivia asks seductively, pursing her lips. Elliot continues to watch from the sidelines, his dick now painfully straining against his slacks begging for relief.

"Correct a bitch like me. Grab me off my feet, throw me onto that table, and bend me all the way over." When Elliot heard those words travel from his partners lips they went straight to his erection, a deep, involuntary moan escaped his throat. Olivia continued to work the perp, knowing damn well what her words were doing to Elliot. As she said that last sentence, she looked directly into the mirror knowing he was on the other side of it, watching her.

She has seen her methods of interrogation get her partner hot and bothered more than a few times and she enjoys it more and more each time. Watching him try to ignore it, act like nothing is happening, turn away from her, change the subject, try anything he can until he has to excuse himself from the room to take care of his needs.

"Because you've got everything you need to make me a real woman right between your legs," Olivia finished with a small smirk on her face knowing she got the bastard.

"And you'd love it," Ronnie said, grabbing her hand and forcing her to cup his also erect dick. "Just like those other two did. Every moment of it."

Fin entered the interrogation room to take Ronnie to the tombs and told Olivia to finish up the paperwork on the hump.

Olivia smiled at her success and was just about to leave the room when she was accompanied by Elliot standing in the doorway, a look on his face she'd never seen before.

"That was one hell of a performance, detective," he applauded, not bothering to cover up his erection like he had in the past. "Or I hope it was a performance," he added a little quieter but in a sexier tone as he stepped forward and grabbed Olivia by the wrists and backed her into the wall just like she had done to Ronnie.

"El, what are you doing?" Olivia giggled, pushing herself into him.

"I want to make you feel like a real woman," he growled into her ear before roughly crashing his lips into hers and pinning her wrists above her head. She moaned into the kiss, a little surprised by his boldness at first. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, begging for the entrance she quickly granted.

Elliot used he knee to slightly open her legs and grind his thigh into her core, earning another moan from her. Elliot broke the kiss.

"All those things you said, had me going crazy back there, I almost busted in and took you right there in front of him," Elliot admits while he unbuttons Olivia's dress shirt.

"Why didn't you?" Olivia teases as she lets her hand skim across Elliots rock hard cock, causing her to lick her lips.

"You like that, baby? That was just a little feel," Elliot states as he toys with her pert nipple through the think fabric of her lace bra.

"Make me feel then," Olivia challenges him, undoing the button on her slacks.

Elliot wastes no time as he grabs Olivia by the waist, flips her around and bends her over the table.

"You did say you wanted bent all the way over, Detective," Elliot smirks as he pulls her slacks and thong down to her ankles in one swift motion. Even in the dimly lit room he has a great view of her wonderful ass and he can see her pretty pussy glistening, for him. His cock twitches and he lets out a low moan.

"Someone a little aroused?" he asked, his voice low and full of need.

"I could say the same to you, Detective," Olivia answered, palming his rock hard member through his work pants while biting her lip in anticipation. She heard him unzip his pants and she grew more aroused with each moment he made her wait.

"Liv?" Elliot questioned.

"Mmm, babe?" she answered, growing more impatient by the second.

"You look so sexy bent over like this," Elliot growled into her ear, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling hard.

"Ahhh, El!" Olivia moaned.

"You like that, you dirty slut?" Elliot yelled as he pulled harder and aligned with her entrance from behind.

"Yes, daddy! Fuck me, please!" Olivia begged and that was all the encouragement he needed. Elliot slammed all the way into her with one thrust, earning a scream of pain mixed with pleasure from the dark haired detective. He gave her a small second to adjust to his large size before he began thrusting into her hard. She gripped the sides of the metal table with all her force as Elliot took her body to a place she's never been.

"Liv, you're so tight!" Elliot moaned as he continued to pound her from behind, one hand on her hip and the other tangled in her hair, still pulling.

"El, b-baby, harder," Olivia whispered between jagged breaths and small moans.

Elliot obliged to her request and thrusted into her with more force. He took his hand from Olivia's waist and put it on her shoulder, backing her into him.

"Oh, babe! Ahh! Elliot, I need more!" Olivia yelled, meeting his thrusts. She used the little strength she had to pull herself up and arch her back to him.

Elliot continued to fuck her relentlessly, he felt her inner walls clenching hard onto him and he struggled to move. He knew she was close but obliged her request for more, he took the hand off her shoulder and reached between her legs. He was met with a sweet wetness and he moaned into her neck while pulling her hair. He pinched her swollen clit between his fingers and brought them to her mouth, she quickly sucked the glistening fingers into her mouth and moaned as her first orgasm took over her body. Elliot pulled his fingers out of his partners mouth, a grin on his face. He had no idea she was this kinky.

"I didn't know you were so kinky, detective Benson," he growled into her ear, returning to her clit as her body continued to shake.

"You, y-you have no idea, detective," she said back, her voice shaky with arousal as a second wave of pleasure washed over her and she collapsed back down onto the metal table.

Elliot flicked her clit once more and thrusted three more times into her spent cunt and emptied himself into her with a grunt.

Olivia stood up and turned to face him, her shirt half buttoned, one breast sticking out of the fabric of her bra giving him a great view of her hard nipple. He took it in his mouth, earning a moan from Olivia.

"El, babe," she moaned, pushing him off her and pulling her dress pants up her long, toned, olive colored legs, "we have to get back out there before someone notices were gone."

"Good idea," he said, fixing his appearance and looking in the mirror. He looked over at his partner and wanted to ravish her again but decided they'd have to wait. He noticed a few small hickies on her neck and one on her jawline. She saw the look on his face and walked closer to the mirror.

"Fuck," she mumbled, looking at the marks he left on her.

"Think they'll notice those weren't there when you came in here?" Elliot asked, walking up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his body to her and latching his teeth to her ear lobe.

"I hope not, but they are trained to pay attention to detail," she moaned, pushing her ass back into him. Olivia turned around to face him, she looked up into his eyes then back to his lips, leaning in. Their lips connected and she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, slightly biting. There was a knock at the door, causing them both to jump. They broke apart immediately and the door opened.

"Detectives, you should be more careful. I just got an eyeful and a free show. I have to say, good job guys, that was hot. But you're lucky no one walked in except for me. Now, I have some, uh, something to do with a small battery operated appliance after what I just witnessed. If you'll excuse me," and with that and a wink that beautiful red headed ADA was out the door to take care of her needs.

Olivia burst into laughter and Elliot was right behind her.

"I think we should ask her to join us next time," Olivia disclosed as she skimmed her hand over Elliots thigh and walked out the door.