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A/N I'm very pleased from here & on twitter ( /LariskaPargitay) that I seem to have about 50/50 split on Benoight and Tuckson fans when it comes to this fic so no overwhelming majority so thank you for all the feedback on everything, all the respectful comments seriously means the world to me.

"I'm just saying you're over reacting," said Olivia as she set a bottle full of Chocolate Milk on his highchair which the baby promptly began drinking.

Tucker walked out of her bedroom, smoothing out the clean white dress shirt he had brought with him. The Lieutenant was anything but sloppy when he went into work. Always clean shaven, always crisp and starched clothes… The first time he spent the night at her place, she forgot to set the alarm early so he could go get a clean suit from his apartment he almost had a panic attack at the thought of re-wearing the shirt and pants from the previous day into work. "I'm not over reacting."

"You are and I don't appreciate it," she told him, handing Noah a small spoon for his Cheerios.

Tucker rolled his eyes as he grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair. "Well come on, Liv what the hell am I supposed to think? He called you at two thirty in the morning, he was inappropriate-."

Olivia raised her brow as she turned to him. "You took off my underwear with your teeth last night; we're really going to talk about what's inappropriate and what isn't?"

Without giving him a chance to respond she walked over to Tucker, draping her arms around his neck. "He's a friend," Olivia said, her voice as soft and convincing as she could get it. "That's it."

"Like I'm just a friend?" he countered a bit more accusing then he should have but never the less pulling her in closer by her hips.

"No because you aren't my friend. You are the loyal," she gave him a quick kiss to the lips. "Honorable." Another kiss. "Moralistic." Kiss. "IAB Agent I'm supposed to hate alongside with my squad."

Tucker gave her a quick look up and down, already feeling a familiar stirring in his suit pants. "And uh…" He pulled her taut against him, letting his hands wonder down and settle on the curves of her ass. "When the badges come off?"

A playful flirty smile rose to her lips. She leaned in, gently nibbling on his earlobe. "Then you're the incredibly sexy IAB agent who makes me orgasm harder than any man in recent history has done several times a night," she whispered low in his ear, grinning when she felt a shudder go through him.

That was one of the reasons why she loved this arrangement they had in the first place. Tucker could easily bring Olivia to her knees and have her literally begging to be fucked if that's what they wanted to do that night. But, in the same breath, Olivia could do the exact same thing to him. Not to mention she had a power over him that she NEVER thought she would be able to have when it came to the man standing before her.

She was the one that controlled the sex. How fast, how slow, how kinky, how rough, what position, rather she begged, rather she was the dominant… No matter if she spent the whole night in cuffs and experienced was multiple orgasms a night or he was sweet and gentle with her only once and they spent the rest of the night talking, SHE decided it.

Tucker had followed the Lewis case since she had been kidnapped. He knew everything he had done to her, ever scar, every burn, every bruise, every cut… He told her the second time they had been together that he would never pressure her into anything sex wise. It was entirely up to her.

Occasionally he would ask her if they could have se one way or the other, and more often than not Olivia would agree. But when she said she wanted something else, he would drop it without another word.

Except wanting their relationship to be more then what it was. That one he had issues with the word 'no'.

"But," Olivia continued, planting a feather light kiss to the side of his neck. "Keep asking for more and you won't be that fun second thing anymore."

Tucker angled his head so she had more access to his neck, biting his lip as her mouth found his pulse point. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she breathed, pulling away before she couldn't stop herself. "So please drop it and don't be jealous of Voight?"

Tucker let out a sigh, looking down into her doe brown eyes he always had trouble resisting. "Fine, fine… I won't be jealous anymore and I'll leave you alone about the relationship thing."

"Thank you." She gave him a final quick kiss before she headed back over to Noah and pulled him from the highchair, wiping his mouth with his bib, giving him a quick kiss to the head before she set him down on the floor, smiling as he hurriedly crawled away to the smorgasbord of toys on the living room carpet.

"I'm probably gonna be working late," Olivia told him as she followed her son to the living room and sitting down on the floor next to him. She knew the next few days would be long so she wanted to get in every bit of playtime with Noah as she could before she had to leave. "And gotta get up early in the morning."

Tucker nodded, knowing that to mean that for a little while, the arrangement they had would be put on hold. "I understand, Liv. I'm actually working on a case myself so…"

"Ooh, anyone I know?" Olivia asked as she stacked three foam blocks on top of one another and grinning when Noah yelled and knocked them down.

"You might; a particularly good looking Sergeant in the 1-6. We think she might be sleeping with a devilishly handsome IAB Lieutenant," he told her, his standard reply when she asked about his cases.

He may have been sleeping with her but his morals and ethics when it came to his job were the two of the most important things to Tucker. He wouldn't share the details of his cases with her. It wasn't just Olivia, but don't discuss the cases with ANY cops not related to the case or who wasn't helping out was an ironclad rule every IAB agent knew not to break.

Cops gossiped as much as High school girls. Even if it was by accident, somehow, it would get back to their target that IAB was looking at them. Most of the seasoned cops were aware of this rule as well and didn't press them for information unless it was about a cop they knew personally.

So naturally Olivia had to ask what he was working on nearly every time he mentioned he had a case.

Olivia let out a low whistle. "You've been investigating her for a while. Surprised you haven't taken her down yet."

Tucker flashed that arrogant smirk he was so well known for. "She's the type where she'll come to IAB when she wants to be taken down."

Olivia grinned as Tucker walked over to her, gave her and Noah a quick kiss good bye, and headed out.

An hour and a half later Olivia was waiting at the JFK terminal where the early morning Chicago flight containing one Sergeant Hank Voight would be arriving. She had just pulled out her phone to check the time when she heard low mutterings coming through the gate. Some business men, a few young adults on vacation, two soldiers in uniform, Olivia joined in the cheering when they walked through the gate, but no Voight yet. Finally, when the last of the flight was coming out, she saw him.

Voight honestly wasn't that tall. He was only 5'10 but people made sure to give the burly man some room when he walked. Everything about him oozed intimidation from the way he walked, to the mean lines etched in his face, to his obviously muscular body, even to his clothes. Never one to be caught dead in a suit, he dawned on a long sleeve black button down shirt, dark jeans, and his signature leather jacket with a black leather duffel slung over his broad shoulder.

He looked more like a mobster then a cop to be perfectly honest.

They met one another's eyes at practically the same time and the hardness seemed to disappear from his weathered face, his brown eyes softened, and he grinned at her making his appearance a hundred times more welcoming.

"Sergeant Olivia Benson… God I missed the hell out of you," Voight greeted when he was within ear shot of her, his voice as rough and raspy as ever.

"Missed you too," she told him with a smile as the two cops embraced in a short friendly hug. They pulled away from one another and started making their way to the baggage claim. "So how was the flight?" asked Olivia as they walked through the carpeted airport.

"Long, crowded, no food, no movie so ya know, pretty good overall." He flashed a grin that Olivia couldn't help but smile back at. "But anyway how the hell have you been? We haven't really talked much since you got back to the land of flat pizza."

"Phone's work both ways, Voight," Olivia reminded him as they rode the escalator down to the bottom floor. "But I've been pretty good," she answered, deicing to leave out the fact that her son's father was a rapist personally responsible for pretty much every sex worker in New York City. Apart from Barba and Warner, no one else in her own squad even knew that secret. "Yourself?"

Voight shrugged as they finally stopped walking and landed in front of the baggage claim for their own particular flight. "Can't complain. Two of my officers got kidnapped, one got shot, Lindsay had family issues…"

"So all in all a pretty normal day in Chicago?"

"Yeah pretty much."

They both grinned at each other before they turned their attention to the now moving device. His one bag came fairly quickly so they made their way out to the parking lot where they got in Olivia's car and headed off.

"So you wanna go right to the precinct or you wanna get some shuteye first?" asked Olivia noticing the practically tired look on his face.

"I'll rest when I catch this punk," he told her, the lion roar like yawn betraying him.

"Well unless we catch this guy in the next few minutes, I don't think you're gonna stay awake that long." Olivia argued. "How long have you been awake anyway?"

"52 hours," he said as if this was a normal feet that anyone could do. Seeing the stunned look on her face he shrugged. "I wanna catch the bastard."

"… Okay, how about I drop you off at your hotel, it's only a block away from the precinct, you take a nap, a shower, then you come in and brief us on the case?"

Voight started to argue with her but then he decided that a nap felt far too good to pass up. So he merely grumbled something which Olivia took to mean 'take me to the hotel' which is what she did. When they arrived at the hotel, Olivia grabbed his carry on while he got the heavier suitcase and they made their way into the hotel lobby.

An extremely perky young woman whose nametag read 'Patricia' smiled at the two sergeants as they approached the front desk. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice an annoying chipper.

"How you doin', names Hank Voight, I'm checking in," Voight told the young woman.

With a very wide, almost disturbing grin, Patricia nodded. "Sure. Give me two seconds, Sir." She turned to the computer in front of her. "Will that be cash or credit card?"

"Credit card," he told her, pulling out his wallet and handing the plastic card to her.

"Good and how long will you be staying with us?"

"A week for now."

She smiled and quickly typed in some information, pulled out a key envelope and two keycards. "Okay, Mr. Voight, you're in room 314. Don't hesitate to call the front desk if you need anything."

Thanking the woman for her time, both headed up the elevator and to his room. When they reached the door, Voight unlocked the door and the two of them walked in.

"This is a nice room," said Olivia as she looked around the room and set the bag down. She started to turn back to Voight, "if you even wanna just come in tomorrow, I wouldn't mi-." But she was quickly cut off by a pair of lips crashing against hers.

She stood in shock for a moment, not kissing Voight back but not pushing him away either. When Voight finally pulled away, he sighed like the kiss was a glass of water after he had trekked through the dessert. "You don't know how much I've wanted to do that again since you left…"

Olivia swallowed hard and cleared her throat as brown eyes looked into brown. "…Little warning would have been nice."

Voight chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "You seemed to really like that spontaneous stuff back in Chicago," he reminded her with a flirtatious tone that sent something very pleasant running through her as he put his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him.

Almost instinctively Olivia draped her arms around his neck but that still logical part of her brain told her the same thing it had told her in Chicago; being this physically close to this man definitely spelled trouble. "That was Chicago... This is New York."

"Apart from the pizzas, I don't really see a difference," Voight told her as he started to lean in again for another kiss but stopped when Olivia placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed away. The Chicago native's face fell as his eyes searched her face. "Is this about the guy I saw last night? I mean you told me he wasn't your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Fiancée? Husband?"

Olivia had to hold back a laugh. "Tucker? My husband? No, he's not-… he isn't anything but a friend and we… have some fun a couple nights as week."

She waited to see the judgment in Voight's eyes. For him to call her a whore or a slut or one of the million variations of those words, to let her know he thought she was disgusting for having sex with a guy that often without being in a relationship.

But instead he just told her shrugged like she had told him she prefers summer to winter. "So then what's the issue here, Benson? I mean if you don't wanna have sex than I'll respect that, I ain't gonna push you. All you gotta do is say no."

Voight waited a few moments so she could have a chance to tell him she wasn't interested in him. That she cared too much about that Tucker guy from last night to do this with him. But instead she just stayed quiet, her hands almost caressing his abs. "But," Voight continued, grabbing hold of her hips again. "If you wanted to show me a fun time when I was here in New York…"

"You wouldn't necessarily object?" she guessed, not stopping him as he backed her up towards the bed.

Voight just smirked, as he started kissing and sucking on the side of her neck. "You know me so well, Benson…"

Olivia held back a giggle as her knees hit the edge of the bed and almost without thinking about it she sat down on it and laid down on it, Voight climbing on top of her, his lips never leaving her skin…

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