A New York Evening

by LangsonGal

Based on the Video Killed The Radio Star episode in s23. Trevor and Olivia's date at the gala and what happens afterwards. Originally a one shot but with all the lovely comments and encouragement, this will be multichapter :)

6. Chapter 6

A/N

Oh. Em. Gee. I am so sorry that this took so long but I have to tell ya, this is the longest chapter I have ever written of any story and I considered splitting in two, but I thought naaaaaaah. I really wanted it to be perfect so it took me three weeks and if I'm honest I've been doing this sobriety thing (HHAHAHHA whats that) and it means that usually when i write my best work im a few drinks in and so I became very self conscious about this...but because of the time spent, I also feel like i put better thought in to it and wellllll, I dunno. Let me know what you think... I have two other stories on the go and if youve been asking about them, just know that YES i am going to continue/finish them its just that my energy focus is coming easier to this story right now... please be patient, I have a lot on my plate in the real world right now.

Thank you so much to you wonderful peeps who have left the most kind comments and please please continue to do so because it really does help me and motivate me to continue on lol. im like a dog who needs a scratch on the ears hahahaha. but seriously thank you sincerely for everyone who left a comment on the last chapter. You guys are the best.

Enjoy this and please let me know what you think :)

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Olivia dressed in a watermelon-red sun dress that hugged her curves and fanned out a little loosely over her hips, hemming just past her knees. It showed just the right amount of her womanly curves; it left her cleavage exploding from the bust and the sleeves cuffed at the shoulders so that she wouldn't cook in the growing heat of the inevitable New York heat.

She smiled at Trevor as they walked to the first hole of the mini golf course just on 3:30pm. He was looking stunning, she thought. He wore a pair of black jeans, black leather chucks and a plain white v-neck t-shirt. She watched him pluck his clear-framed glasses from where they rested in the V of his shirt. He slid them on to his face until they were secured behind his ears and smiled back at her. "Hope you're ready for me to whip your butt…" he winked at her, brandishing his putting iron that was still far too short for his 6'5 frame.

Trevor thought she looked incredible. She had taken a little longer than he'd anticipated to get ready but he had no complaints. She looked so lovely, he thought, hardly able to keep his eyes off of her. She was wearing a similar style of black walking shoes to him that they had both laughed at. She had applied some pale pink lipstick and added some make up to her beautiful skin. Her eyes were smoked out a little, the way he was used to seeing her in the work place —but there was something that was a little bit extra about her that he couldn't seem to place.

"Sure thing, Tiger Woods," she sassed him with a light laugh.

She walked ahead a few steps while he let his eyes linger over her form.

Trevor fell in to step with her, "how do you always manage to look so damn beautiful?," he asked with a big grin when she turned to him to pay his presence some much-needed attention.

She laughed, a little embarrassed. "Do you like this?," she asked, looking down a little self-consciously at her dress, "I wasn't sure if it was too much."

"I love it," he replied. "I love when you wear dresses, it's kinda casual, you look comfortable which is all I ever want for you and I may not be the pinnacle of high fashion, but you look so stylish too," he complimented her, making the colour of her cheeks match her dress.

"Well… I'm not going to lie to you Trevor," she replied as they walked slowly toward the beginning of the course, "the effort that you see is only to please you. I don't mind you seeing me casual, but I love to dress up and put in a little bit of time too," she paused before she let the words fall out of her mouth knowing that she was going to feel stupid for them, "because I want to look good for you…"

He beamed at her; at the compliment and the implication that she was willing to put herself out if it meant it would make him happy. And while that wasn't entirely what he wanted, he sure as hell was tickled by the idea of her putting in effort just for him. "I want you to be comfortable, you don't have to do this for me."

"I know…" she shrugged, "but I love the way you look at me when you see me after I've put in a little extra time for you… I know you are genuine enough to not really give a shit about my clearly superior fashion sense, but it doesn't hurt right?"

Trevor turned to her, pausing, looking around making sure they weren't blocking anyone's way. He touched Olivia's arm, surveying her, looking down in to her warm eyes. He leaned over to kiss her lips. "I .. " he hesitated, "like you so much, love, I know you want to please me and it is only my aim to please you too," he added, chickening out on using the other L word — mostly because she expressed that she wasn't ready to hear it. "But I am so fucking obsessed with you regardless of if you have a dress on, if you're wearing sweats or if you're in bed on FaceTime with your onesie on — you have my heart, Liv, no doubt about that."

Olivia kissed him back a few times, loving that she was able to do so without having to sneak around her actions. She found it hard to breathe around him — the air felt a little thicker, a little more intense and the energy between them was so electric that her heart was in a constant state of excitement. "You have my heart too and quite frankly those glasses on your face make me want to liquify in to a puddle… you look so heavenly right now which I realise is the most disgustingly gooey thing that I've ever let fly out of my stupid mouth."

Trevor managed a chuckle. He circled an arm around her cinched waist and pulled her toward him playfully, "bring that fucking mouth over to me and kiss me before I go crazy."

He towered over her especially when she wore flat shoes. She stood on the tips of her toes to reach his soft lips, slightly moistened and parted. Olivia let her eyes fall closed as she relished her mouth on his.

Olivia didn't tell him but she was pretty good at mini-golf, perhaps, she thought, it was something to do with her aim — her hand-eye coordination had to be pretty good for the job that she performed. She didn't want to show-off or make him feel bad so she held back a little. She tried to hold her smirk when he was still attempting the shot 6 putts after she had sunk her ball.

"I just don't know how I managed to get mine in so fast," she lied, trying not to sound sarcastic or facetious. Trevor glanced up at her with a little smile with an expression that mocked annoyance, but she knew he didn't mind one bit.

By the fourth hole she had given up pretending and Trevor's game got slightly better. He couldn't help but laugh as she stood at the foot of the 5th hole pretending to be bored while she waited for him to take his turn.

"Will you stop heckling me!," he laughed good-naturedly.

"It's just that I kind of thought we'd have time for dinner before the bar…" she looked at a watch that didn't exist on her arm, "at this rate…."

"You are so unkind to me, love," Trevor laughed taking the ball from the pocket of his jeans and meeting her at the 6th. She wrote down his score and he didn't care that she was already miles ahead. She looked so happy and so carefree and her joy was everything to him.

She flashed him a cheeky smile while they both looked on. They paused for a little boy and his father to finish putting on the course. Trevor waited for Olivia's attention as she smiled at the child and clapped for him when he got the ball in the socket. "Well done!" The father looked at Olivia and acknowledged her with a smile and for just a second a little bit of envy washed over Trevor.

It was so stupid that he quickly shook it off.

Olivia glanced up at him and grinned. "You having fun?," he asked.

"You mean kicking your ass?," she shot back with a light laugh at herself, "always."

They both laughed as he put an arm around her and they both waited patiently for the father to finish his own shot.

"Sorry," he apologised to Olivia and Trevor.

"No, no," Trevor said with a kindness about his tone, "please, take your time, you're still doing better than I am," he joked.

The three of them shared a laugh.

Trevor caressed Olivia's hair as they waited. When she regarded him with her attention, he gazed in to her eyes. He was falling in love and he knew it. He was slowly digesting the idea and becoming more comfortable with it as the days went past.

"What are you staring at?," she asked in a small, vulnerable voice.

"You," he offered without hesitation, "because I like you so much."

He could see that she was a little embarrassed. It was the way her cheeks caught a flame of pink across them when he gave her compliments or told her about his feelings. "And," he added, "because you look so fucking beautiful," he murmured quietly in to her ear.

She lifted her arm and showed him the gooseflesh from his words against the shell of her ear. "Stop being so damn sexy," she replied. "I can barely stand to look at you, you look too good…"

They gazed at each other stupidly for a moment before realising it was their turn.

"How hungry are you?," he asked casually as he set up his ball for the next onslaught of terrible shots.

She watched him lean right over, his backside angled out right in front of her. She smirked, "depends on what kind of hungry you're asking about…" she teased as he stood right up to attention, her words hitting him hard between the legs causing him to become immediately tighter in the pants.

He turned around to face her, his eyebrow raised with the tiniest hint of a smile. Olivia couldn't help but to laugh as she watched past him as his little green golf ball whizzed past the obstacles, hit the wall and ricochet perfectly in to the small flagged pocket.

He hadn't noticed, he was too busy reacting to her light teasing. "Well… I did mean food, but if there's something else you're craving, I'm always going to enthusiastically oblige."

"Trev, watch what you're doing… keep this up and you might end up with more than a hole in one…" she giggled, feeling very silly and giddy with feeling for him.

A look of confusion crossed his face as he turned back to his shot and realised the ball had been swallowed in to the receptacle. "Oh look! Ha!," he turned to Olivia, feeling a little cocky, "you may be on par, Olivia Benson, but did you get a hole in one? NO!," he got in her face, jokingly, making it known that he was fairly proud of himself.

She just rolled her eyes good-naturedly, totally surprised when he did a stupid jig while flailing his long, muscular limbs on the spot. Instantly Olivia erupted in to peels of laughter. "You better be careful or else that's the only score you'll get," she flirted between her amusement. She never quite saw him as silly in the past, he had always seemed so serious but she absolutely adored the side of him that was happy to make just a little bit of a fool of himself to make her laugh.

As his own laughter halted and his smile dissolved slightly, he came to her side and gently placed his hand on the small of her back — in that little spot that felt so intimate and personal to her. "Your turn, love… and honestly, I probably have a much better track record off-course when it comes to getting the right spot."

She turned her body in to him and smiled gleeful, enjoying their playful banter and flirting. She met his lips with hers. "To answer your question, I'm probably more snack hungry than dinner hungry right now," she replied.

"Okay, great. I have one other thing planned after this and we can order snacks," he promised daring to let his hand fall over her backside, letting his fingers brush along her soft flesh as she tried to maintain nonchalance while she stepped ahead to have her turn.

"Did you ever imagine," he began, "that when we got Noah for you, that eight years later you'd be dating your adoption lawyer?"

It felt immediately jarring to her— the wording of his sentence. We. It was powerful and raw and honest and she was thwacked with the truth of the matter and that was that Trevor Langan did give her her son. He was single-handedly responsible for Noah coming in to her life. Suddenly, at this realisation, she found it a little hard to breathe.

"Liv?"

"No," she smiled quickly, brushing away the weight of her feelings that were brought on by an innocent and throwaway statement. "Of course I never thought that…" she filed her feelings away in her brain to process a little later when she had a second to steel herself.

She plucked her ball from the pocket after her third turn and they continued to the next hole.

Trevor stood, distracted by his own concentration — how to hit the perfect shot to try to replicate his fluke hole-in-one. He tried five times and on the sixth time he finally got it. Olivia tried not to laugh at just how terrible he was at mini golf.

He waited for Olivia and watched her setting up her shot. He watched her eyes sweep over the course, eyeing off the corners and figuring out which angle she needed to tee off from and which angles she'd need to aim the ball in to get the best vantage point.

"You know, we might end up missing dinner if you think too hard about this one."

Olivia ignored him; her face was set to stone with concentration — she was zoned out, not paying attention to his gentle ribbing and in fact, Trevor wondered if she'd even heard him. He could tell she had tactics; mathematical planning and precision. Not him, he thought, he hit the ball and hoped for the best, its probably why he sucked.

"I don't think you should comment," she said finally before hitting the ball. They watched it with anticipation as it went over a hump, up an elevated corner, around a huge rock, following around to the left until Olivia heard the distinct sound of hit sinking in to the hole.

"YES!," she threw her fist in the air, "YES!" She exclaimed again.

Other people looked up from the previous hole and seemed amused. Trevor smiled at them and found amusement in Olivia's excitement. He closed the distance between them, "who's the best at his?," she asked, trying to get in to his face the way he had, well as much as she could being significantly smaller than him.

Trevor laughed, "You are," he obliged her.

She started to giggle as she made her way to the hole to pluck out both of the golf balls.

"Nice shot!," someone called out from behind. Olivia looked up and grinned at a lady that stood almost finished the course before theirs.

"You're right, it was a nice shot," Trevor remarked being a good sport about her hole-in-one.

"Thanks," Olivia shrugged and dialled down her own silliness. She smiled, "I think it's something to do with my centre of gravity being a whole lot lower than his," she pointed to Trevor who she could feel coming up behind her. She felt an arm circling her shamelessly from behind, asserting his presence upon her which ordinarily would have annoyed her, but she knew it wasn't possessive, it felt supportive — her man standing behind her.

"We've been watching your skills all along the way, you area very good," the older grey-haired woman complimented her, "do you play golf?"

Both Olivia and Trevor laughed kindly, "Oh, no, there's way too much time involved in that," she smiled. The husband fished his ball from the cup and met his wife, noting his own score.

"Hello," he smiled, looking up, registering the two of them. They both looked like a much older and sweeter couple and Trevor wondered what it was like to be still dating in the later stages of life.

"Young and busy!," the woman remarked with a joyful smile on her face. "We remember what that was like," she turned to Trevor, "nice to see that you're still making time for your wife in spite of that."

Trevor chuckled and gave Olivia a little squeeze. Both of them had a silent agreement not to correct the older couple and it was fun. "Always," he replied. "We pride ourselves on getting away once in awhile for ourselves especially with two young kids at home," he smiled angelically and Olivia could barely contain her laughter and joy at their stupid game of pretend.

She wasn't about to lie to herself though, it sounded like a pleasant life. Her husband Trevor and her two kids, one albeit by default of the man she had married — but a welcome thought.

"Enjoy your game," the man told them.

"Thank you, you too!" They waved and continued on to the next hole.

/

"Do you think I could pull this off?" Olivia asked stepping out of the change-room with an impish grin on her face. Trevor let his eyes fall over her from head-to-toe. It certainly was not an outfit that he would have ever expected her to wear, but he was not sorry about it. She wore a hot-pink two piece business suit with a cinched-in blazer and a white lace and silk blouse beneath it.

She looked so deliciously good that if they weren't in the middle of Saks Fifth Avenue, he would have closed the distance behind her and backed her right in to the change room and closed the curtain.

"Bold…"

"You hate it, I'm not cool enough for something like this," she laughed, her cheeks flushing as though the wind had been taken from her sails.

"No," he said firmly, "I think you look… incredibly sexy," he told her sincerely, "I would love to see you in the kind of outfit that shows how bright your heart is… Bold and bright; Olivia Benson, this is exactly the woman you are so this is perfect and it hugs you in all the right places," he finished with a smile.

She felt his intense eyes examining every inch of her — giving her a once, twice and third time over. His feelings were as intense as his stare and he wasn't bothering to hold it back anymore; he couldn't help himself.

Trevor had mentioned that she should remind him on the way back home the next day that he needed to get a replacement button-down shirt for his suit after having a spaghetti mishap and before they knew it, she had dragged him in to Saks and found him the perfect shirt.

As they headed to the cashier to leave, Olivia paused to look for a new blazer for work when Trevor had suggest she try on the pink suit — it was more of a joke; a challenge, really, but now that it was on her body, it occurred to him that there was nothing funny about it; perhaps it was unflattering on the hanger, but it certainly was not unflattering when it hugged her curves and gave her amazing body the kind of shape that he would have loved to explore every single inch of.

With his hands and his mouth, with his tongue and with the rest of his own body pressed against her; buried within her.

He whipped his glasses off with an irrational fear that they may have fogged with the impurities that fouled his thoughts. "Get it…" he said, "you can wear it when I have my next work event…"

She glanced at the tag as if she was considering it and widened her eyes. "Yeah, I won't be getting this," she laughed.

"How much?," he wondered curiously.

"Too much," she replied. Before he had a chance to insist on finding out how much it was, "I'm getting changed now that you've had your fun of dressing me up like your doll," she laughed over her shoulder as she disappeared back in to the change room.

Trevor smiled and wandered back out to allow her her privacy.

/

"How did she go?" The small store-clerk asked him. "Was it the right size?"

"Perfect," he smiled, "how much was that suit again?," he wondered.

"It's $1479," she replied chirpily.

"Great, could I get the size that she tried on and get you to wrap it up — it's a surprise for her," he told her without flinching. Trevor was beginning to get an understanding for when Olivia was pleased with something and he knew that she really did like how she looked in the outfit and he truly wanted to give her everything.

He wasn't sure if she would be annoyed or find it weird that he was willing to lay down what she considered to be a lot of money, but he felt as though she may have appreciated it based on just how much she liked him.

He headed back to Olivia in the change rooms. "Love?" He called out.

"Yeah?" She called back.

"I am just going to pay for my shirt okay?"

"Okay, I won't be long…."

He smiled to himself and went to the counter so the sales assistant could ring up the item. "So sorry," he apologised, "the shirt that she was wearing beneath it, could we get that too?"

"Of course," he tall, striking blond replied. Trevor felt a little nervous, hoping that Olivia wouldn't come out and discover him making a large purchase for her. He felt relieved when he saw the assistant coming back holding the white camisole. She folded it at what felt like glacial speed and finally placed the items in to the bag and rang the price up.

He swiped his card and took the bag that he knew he would have to explain away to Olivia - why was the bag so big and heavy.

He smiled at her as he thanked the sales assistant and began moving toward Olivia. "Are you ready?," she asked.

"Are you happy?" Trevor asked, taking her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. She looked up at him and smiled, her breath hitched as it occurred to her that no one had ever taken the time to ask her that question whether or not it was momentary or as a general feeling.

"Yes… I am so happy right now, I feel like I could burst," she replied. His lips turned up to a grin. She could see the adoration on his face, that the feelings she felt for him were clearly mirrored — she may have felt insecure about laying her heart bare for him, but she was not insecure about the way he looked at her and it was the first time it had all just felt so easy and simple with a man.

Trevor didn't hold back, he was direct and kind and his quiet chivalry was something she had never experienced. She felt like his consideration was woven through his DNA. All day he had held doors not just for her, but for other strangers — he walked on the sidewalk to her left so that he was closest to the road. He stood behind her as they walked up flights of stairs, always thinking two steps ahead as to how he would protect her physically and also emotionally.

He kissed her softly, letting his lips linger for more than a second or two. "Mmmm," he hummed, relishing her mouth on his, "that makes two of us," he said, drawing away, looking down in to her beautiful eyes. "You make it really hard for me to breathe…" he murmured.

"Stop it, I'm going to turn in to liquid…" she whispered the threat, reaching up, placing a hand upon his chest and becoming very aware that they were in the middle of a store with people passing back and forth, threading past them.

He chuckled from the back of his throat. "We should go, we're making people stare…"

/

"What else did you get?" Olivia asked as they neared the hotel, realising that his bag was huge. She furrowed her brow. "Didn't you only get one shirt?"

Trevor thought fast, "Yeah, but when I checked out I thought maybe I should get a couple so I ended up getting two white and a dark blue one… I'll show you when we get back."

She smiled.

He gave her a little nudge, "I still think you should have got that suit… you looked hot," he changed the subject.

Olivia had already been thinking about going back through the week to buy it. She didn't generally spend a lot of money on herself, but even though at first she'd been worried that he didn't like the way she looked in it, she realised the look of unmistakable adoration when he properly checked her out. She loved the way he made her feel so beautiful and she loved even more that he found a well-fitted suit as sexy as a dress.

"Thanks," she replied, "you thought I'd look awful."

"Never… but I just have never seen you wear a lot of colour, it was fun to see you in something so bright, it looks good on you," he complimented her.

"Thank you," she repeated, "I'll work on adding some more colour to my outfits just for you," she promised. Starting with the emerald green lace lingerie, she thought.

He just smiled.

They began to get closer to the hotel and Olivia considered that he might be taking her back upstairs and there was a little part of her that hoped that was the case.

"I was thinking," he started, "I might go upstairs and drop the bag in our room and then I'll take you to destination two…"

"Okay," she agreed, "is destination two far from here?"

He shook his head and pointed ahead a few blocks. "Just like… four blocks away if that."

"Sounds good," she added.

/

"I am actually so embarrassingly bad at this," Trevor told Olivia, laughing in spite of himself as he hit the second gutter ball in a row. "I don't know why I did this to myself?"

She laughed and was so happy that he was good-natured about it and wasn't upset by the fact that she had beaten him in mini golf and already was 20 points ahead as they looked at the screen above their bowling lane.

"Aww baby, you just need practice. I think because you're so tall your centre of gravity is harder to hit… but you can still hit the pins, you might just need some of the real champion's help," she smirked, finding it a little hard to stay humble. She knew she had endured enough bowling dates to figure out the sweet spot between getting a split or a gutter ball.

She got up and grabbed her ball and looked back at him regretfully. She was glad that he didn't have a strong yet fragile male ego. He genuinely didn't care that she was winning and was happy for her. "When you bowl, you need to keep your wrist straight," she told him. She demonstrated what she meant, "when you have been bowling you've kept your arm straight til you let go, and it kind of goes to the left so that's why it goes straight to the gutter…"

"Okay, thanks," he said with a smile. "Thanks for not gatekeeping your secrets…"

She laughed. "I always want us to both win," she said with a smile, genuinely speaking. Trevor thought it was one of the loveliest and most off-the-cuff, sincere comments she'd made. He jumped back out of the chair he had just plonked down on and closed the distance between them. He kissed her on the forehead at first and then when she looked up and his eyes met hers, he gave her a soft kiss.

"What was that for?"

"I always want us to both win too," he said softly. He reached up to stroke her cheek, "that was such a sweet thing of you to say."

She smiled, nice to be listened to and heard.

As she pulled away she felt his hand brushing along her collarbone. She loved how tactile and how thoughtful he was — nothing ever got past him and he considered every word that left her mouth. She was lucky if the men from her past even listened to what came out of her mouth half of the time.

She had another turn, this time hitting just nine of the 10 pins. She cursed beneath her breath and turned back to Trevor. He had a proud grin on his face and shook his head in disbelief. "Maybe you should join a bowling league."

"And a mini-golf one?," she added smugly.

He chuckled. "Yeah…" She waited for the ball and Trevor watched her from behind, marvelling at how talented she was, how precise and concentrated she was. He loved the fun-loving side to her personality.

She had her second turn and knocked over the remaining pin. "Sorry, Trev…" she apologised and he could tell that she genuinely meant it. He felt slightly bad that she felt the need to apologise for her glory.

He gave her a funny look, "honey, are you kidding? Don't apologise… you're winning fairly and squarely, I don't mind…" he got to his feet and waited for the score to update itself on the screen above. Olivia was watching for an official confirmation. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. She smiled, sinking in to his strong chest.

"Its kinda sexy to see you so smug and happy about winning," he said softly in to her ear. He felt her arms resting over his and couldn't help but to grin. He kissed her behind her ear and it instantly set off all the nerve endings close to the surface of her skin. She shrugged him away, not ready for his mouth to be there while they were in public.

She turned her head slightly and smiled at him, feeling him give her a little squeeze. He kissed her mouth. "Okay…" he reluctantly let go, "come and help me, show me what I'm doing wrong…" he commanded her gently.

"Really?" She seemed torn, "I don't want to emasculate you…"

He cocked his head to the side. "Emasculated? Because you're better than me at something?," he laughed, "I'm not that kind of man, my ego is not that fragile. Come on, I can't let you win without knowing at least some of your secrets at this game."

Olivia followed him up to the lane and stood beside him. "Okay," she turned to him, all about business. "Show me your swing but don't let go of the ball."

Trevor reeled his arm back and swung his arm forward, clutching on to the ball.

"Okay," Olivia surveyed his swing and glanced down at his delicious hips and back up to him, trying to concentrate. "You're swinging your whole body and it's throwing your ball off — that's why it's going in to the gutter. Show me the swing again." She took a step behind him and held on to his waist. Trevor tried not to react at the feel of her soft hands holding him in place as he swung the ball back.

"See, don't move your hips…" she commanded. She then took his arm and pushed it behind him, swinging it for him, "when you're about to let go of the ball, just keep your wrist straight…don't flick it to the righ or the left."

"Okay," he nodded, trying very hard to pay attention with her hands all over him. "Okay I'll do my best."

"I believe in you…" she told him sweetly.

"Okay, okay, I can do this," he said with a nod, "give me a kiss for power and luck," he joked as she went to turn to go back to her seat. She laughed and obliged him a soft, lingering kiss.

He had already had his first bowl when she sat down and realised upon hearing the clunking of bowling pins that her advice had served the purpose well. "Yesssss!" She heard him hiss.

Olivia spun around and squealed with delight, clapping her hands happily. He hadn't knocked down all of the pins, but he had knocked down at least 6 or 7 and she was so proud of him.

They shared a grin. He pumped his fist and pointed at her, winking. He was so happy. He made his way back over and waited for his ball. "I knew you could do it!," she remarked. "Congratulations."

"We're a good team," he replied lightly, slinging his arm around her neck as they both waited for his score to update and the ball to come back out of the chute. She put an arm around his waist and rested her hand on his chest, "You're the best… I really needed this day with you, it's been so much fun so far…"

"It's only gonna get better," he promised as he kissed her cheek.

He let go of her and continued on with his turn.

/

"You actually did really good after all, are you sure you're not a bowling shark?" Olivia asked as the walked hand-in-hand, swinging their arms playfully between each other. She felt happy and light and Trevor could see the difference. She had zero worries and concerns and she was very much in the moment with him and she was so happy about that.

"No, you're a good teacher," he complimented her, "and when a hot woman is trying to teach you something, you would do good to listen and learn."

Olivia chuckled. "OK what's next?," she asked, "and by the way this is by far the best date I have ever been on in my entire life."

"Whhhaaat?" Trevor grinned so hard that his cheeks hurt. "Is that for real?"

"Yes," she nodded, looking up at him, "hands down, the best. I am sure it has something to do with the company, but I am having so much fun."

He squeezed her hand, "how did I end up with a woman as sweet as you?," he wanted to know.

"You don't know me…" she shrugged, "I could end up being a giant disappointment."

"Excuse me, I do know you, I've known you for almost twenty years, Olivia, I would say that since the time Tucker was willing to let you sit in the slammer after you got framed, I got to know you very well."

She managed a laugh. Only she would end up in a long term relationship with a man who didn't care if she rotted in prison or not. "That is true…"

"Maybe I know you just as well as…," he paused, "as Elliot…" he pushed the words off his tongue trying to gauge where she was at with her ex partner.

Olivia felt her breath hitch — it was a pain that was still raw, a complex heartbreak that despite all feelings of nostalgia and memories, she had realised that she couldn't go backwards. She missed her friend but she had since matured and understood the feelings from when he was part of her life.

She thought about the Elliot that returned — so familiar and just like she'd remembered yet totally estranged and if possible harder, more stubborn and less considerate than he'd ever been.

"Liv?" Trevor pressed, feeling his stomach sink with the realisation that perhaps he'd said too much or was out of line and had upset her. "I'm sorry, that was probably too much."

"No," she said slowly, "sorry, just thinking…" but he knew suddenly the vibe had changed. They headed in to the lobby of the hotel and quietly made their way to the lift.

Once the doors closed Trevor turned to her, "Baby, I'm really sorry," he apologised again, "I just went and took such a beautiful moment between us and ruined it and I didn't mean to bring him or even that shitty comment about Tucker. I'm not saying I'm more important than either of them-"

She stood on her tip toes and slipped her arms around him and kissed his chin, wanting him to get the idea. He leaned in and captured her lips. Once she pulled away she looked in to his eyes, "I have a lot of feelings about both of them, but you are more important than them, so its okay, you don't need to apologise."

"Still…" he said softly, "I dont want to insult people who you are or were close to, especially given what Ed went through. He wasn't a bad guy, the job just got to him a lot in the beginning."

"We can talk about that later… right now I don't want to think about any other man except the only one that I have eyes for; the very one that I am looking at," she smiled, making his heart flutter.

The lift dinged and they got off at their floor. "I'm fine with that…" he smiled.

He opened the door and let her in first. She saw the bag on the bed from when they'd been shopping earlier.

"So I've made a reservation at this really nice Italian place, does that sound okay?," he asked.

"Yeah… how fancy is it, so I can figure out my clothing options?," she wondered.

He smiled. "I'll wear pants and a suit jacket — no tie…" he told her.

"Oh, shit… I dunno if I brought anything that fancy," she frowned.

"I did something that you might not like…" he admitted, a remark that seemed to come from nowhere.

She rose an eyebrow. "What? When? What do you mean?"

He walked over to the bag on the bed and and pulled out the Ralph Lauren box that the sales woman had placed her suit in to. "Sit down," he told her, nodding to the little dining table.

Without a word and full of intrigue, Olivia did as she was asked and sat. She knew by his tone that she might not have liked it, but it certainly wasn't a nasty intention.

Trevor took the box in both hands and drew in a deep breath. He knew as soon as she saw it she'd know. The box was white with the gold "Ralph Lauren" letters adorning it. He turned around and headed to her. "I really wanted to do this and I know you're gonna say it's too much or feel weird, but I really just want you to accept that it was something that brought me pleasure to do for you."

"Okay? I'm curious… what did you buy?," she wondered. He handed the box to her and she didn't immediately register that he would have splurged and bought her such a gift. She lifted the lid slowly and saw a little bit of hot pink material peeking out.

"What is this?," she asked, curiously. She had thought at first he had bought her lingerie and had been confronted yet excited by the idea.

"Take it out… have a look…" he nodded encouragingly.

She rested the box on her knees and pulled out the blazer and held it up in front of her and laughed lightly — a huge grin spread across her lips. "Are you kidding me?"

"I just…" he shrugged, suddenly feeling a little coy and a little insecure about his choice, "I thought you looked beautiful… and if I'm honest, kinda sexy,"

She glanced at the suit that she was holding up in front of her, amazed and a little speechless at the gesture. "Thank you…" she breathed, "honestly… it's so sweet of you, this is a lot and it's expensive Tre-"

"Don't worry about that…" he said, "if you don't like it that much, you don't have to wear it… or we can even take it back-"

"Stop it," she grinned, "it's such a beautiful gesture and I do love it, I was actually thinking about going back and getting it and surprising you!" she admitted with a laugh, "but you did this beautiful thing instead." She placed the blazer on the table top as Trevor took a seat on the chair opposing her at the table. She pulled out the pants and saw the white lacy camisole. "Ohhh you even got that, thank you baby, this is honestly the most beautiful thin-" she paused, becoming choked up.

"Liv!," he exclaimed, "Aww honey," he chuckled, unprepared for her emotional reaction. "Why are you crying? I don't want you to cry…" she put the box down on the tabletop and laughed in spite of herself. Trevor reached out for her hand. She took it and blinked back the film of water. She felt the pull of his arm.

Olivia got up from her seat and let Trevor draw her in to his lap. "Sorry," she apologised, "this is just so sweet and thoughtful and… special."

He smiled, stroking her hair absently, letting her explain her feelings a little more clearly. "I don't really know what to say," she added.

"You can just say thank you and accept my gift."

"Thank you," she murmured, circling her arms around his neck. She kissed him gently.

He felt satisfied and could tell she genuinely felt grateful for what he had done for her. He slipped his arms around her and drew her in close so he could hold her against his body. He felt her relax with the sound of her sighing. "I love this…" he remarked, "there's nothing nicer than having you this close to me…"

"Me too…" she told him, "I can't wait to be able to sleep next to you like this…"

The idea of her dressed right down beside him was a turn on to him. "Don't put ideas in my head right when we have to get ready for dinner," he chuckled.

Olivia laughed and lifted her head from his shoulder. "Should I wear this suit or is it a little too… power woman for dinner?"

"I definitely want to see you in that suit," he smiled, letting his mouth turn in to a grin. "Power woman is one of my most favourite Olivia Benson looks. When you are in-charge and throwing around orders, it's a total turn-on."

She laughed again, "is that what you like, huh?"

"Well, maybe when we get to know each other better in that respect, but for now… I got you." He gave her a small, seductive smile and she knew right away that they were no longer talking about the precinct but rather, the bedroom.

She felt her cheeks heat up. "I have to say, I'm kind of looking forward to that," she replied.

He kissed her, "I am too and I promise not to disappoint."

Goosebumps arose on her skin at the deep bass of his words so close to her lips that she could feel their heat.

"We better get ready…" she suggested slowly, almost falling in to a spell of wanting to be with him before their last date for the evening.

"Yeah…" he agreed regretfully, trying to peel his beautiful green eyes away from the pinkness of her moist lips. "Yeah, we better do that…"

She let their mouths briefly meet again before she pulled away and got up. "I will take longer in the bathroom beautifying so I should get ready first."

Trevor laughed, "you're already beautiful… you don't need too long."

"Ha!," she yelled over her shoulder and took her box with her suit and belongings in with her. "Flattery will not make me move faster," she added.

/

Olivia was just putting on some make up while Trevor had helped himself to a beer from the minibar when his phone rang. He saw it was Ava and immediately felt concerned. He answered it on the second ring, "Hey sweetie," he greeted her.

"Hi Dad," she replied. He could tell by her tone that something was a little off.

"Is everything okay with you and Noah?," he asked.

"Yeah, everything is fine, I just wanted to speak to Olivia if that's okay."

Trevor frowned and glanced at Olivia who stepped out of the bathroom at the mention of her son's name. She threw him a quizzical look.

"I told you honey, Liv is meeting me-"

"Yeah right, Dad, I saw your booking for the hotel for two, you left it on the printer like you wanted me to find it. I won't say anything to Noah, can I please just speak with her?"

Trevor frustratedly screwed his face up at his own fuck up. He knew there was no use trying to deny it. He sighed, "Yeah…. Okay, I'll see if she's busy."

"Gross-" she remarked when he didn't even try to excuse it away. She hadn't expected him to fold in to the truth so easily.

"Ava!," he warned, "you need to stop with that way of speaking to me," he said impatiently, "I get that you're growing up, but I'm your father, not one of your friends."

"Well I would speak to my friends like that instead of you, but I can't, remember, I don't have any friends," she retorted.

He sighed, he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to relent on her speaking to him rudely but he also didn't want to make her social matters worse. "Ava, you know what I mean, it's gotta stop. It's rude and I am never rude to you."

"Okay," she replied in a smaller voice.

"I'll get Liv. Love you…"

He pressed mute on the call. "I left our reservation where Ava could find it," he rolled his eyes. Olivia covered her mouth and tried not to laugh. "She wants to talk to you and I don't know why."

Olivia took his phone and took it off mute. "Hello little miss, are you stirring up your father?," she greeted her with good-nature and he wondered how Olivia was easily just so much better than he was.

Ava laughed but Liv knew immediately her heart wasn't in it. "Can Dad hear me?," she wondered.

"No, is everything okay?," she asked, taking a seat on the bed. "What is it?"

"I thought about all the things you said to me the other night about … how it's totally normal if I like girls or whatever," she mumbled through, obviously feeling a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, and I was only telling you the truth, you have nothing to feel bad or guilty or ashamed of because it is totally normal."

"Dad said the same thing to me as well and you are both honest people so I know that Rhiannon is in the wrong… so I texted her because I miss her."

"Okay, did she reply?"

"Yeah…" her voice trailed off. "She was really mean," Olivia heard Ava's voice break, "and she posted my texts on her Instagram account…"

Olivia let her eyes fall closed with disappointment for Trevor's daughter.

"Okay, you did the mature thing and you tried to give her the benefit of the doubt but unfortunately Rhiannon made the choice here, babe, I'm so sorry she did that."

"Its okay, but I'm sad about it, I miss her — well, before this."

"I know," Olivia sympathised softly, "You poor thing, I wish I could give you a big hug," she smiled. "I know it's a very hard lesson to learn at your age, but sometimes friendships aren't meant to last forever. Maybe this is a time for new friendships and new beginnings in your life…"

"How do I get them to stop being so mean on social media?"

"I know it hurts to see people saying cruel things, but I think you should lock your instagram account if you haven't already and delete the people who are being cruel or its too hard to control yourself, delete your account for a little while."

She could hear the 14 year old girl sniffing. She felt for her. "Ava, its okay to feel really sad about all of this, this is tough, almost-grown up stuff and you are the strongest young woman I know and I know you're gonna get through this."

"Thanks Olivia," she whispered. "Can you…" she paused, "can you help me with my instagram?"

"In what way, honey?" She wondered.

"Can you follow me and make sure no one is too mean because I don't know what to do when they threaten me," she murmured, her voice quieting.

"Okay, that's not acceptable. I'm gonna send you a text. I want you to send me a copy of your username and if you feel comfortable, I want the password as well. I'm not gonna go through anything private, I just would like to clean it up for you and see if I can get access to who sent the threats."

"I know who they are, they use their own names," she replied.

"Okay, send me your username. I know you're a very smart girl, Ava Langan, and I know you know how to take care of yourself online but I'll keep my eye on things too, okay?"

"Thank you…" she sniffed.

"Okay babe, what are Noah and Lucy up to?," she asked, wondering what was going on in her apartment.

"Mmm I just wanted to be alone for awhile so I told them I was taking a little nap before dinner."

"Okay, is my bed okay?," she wondered. "are you comfortable?"

"Yes, thanks Olivia… you're the best."

"You are."

"Sorry for interrupting time with my Dad," she said sincerely.

"Don't ever apologise, sweetheart," she said softly, "you guys are our absolute highest priority and that will never change no matter what," she promised. "I'll have a look at your page tonight and I'll get your number from your Dad and send you a text later okay?"

"Thanks Liv…"

"Okay sweetheart, try to have a good night, put your phone away. I think Lucy has something planned for you guys…do you want to talk to your Dad again or do you want him to just call when he goes to bed?"

"He can call before bed," she replied.

"Bye then honey," Olivia wound up the call.

"Wait, Liv…?"

"Yes?" She pushed the phone back to her ear and waited.

"I just wanted to say…" she stammered, "uh…"

"Its okay," Liv pushed her gently, "you can tell me…"

"I'm just really glad you and Dad are dating, you're the nicest person I've ever met."

A slow smile spread across Olivia's lips as she made eye contact with Trevor. She pressed her hand to her heart. "Thank you Ava, that's such a beautiful compliment. And you know what? I think you're one of the nicest people I've ever met too and you're so brave and bold and I wish I'd had a friend like you when I was 14. I can't wait to get to know you better. I'm truly excited for that."

"Me too…"

"Okay honey, you have a fantastic night with Lucy and Noah okay? Text or call us if you need anything."

After she hung up, Trevor stared at her expectantly. "Does my kid want to trade me for you?," he said with a smile and Olivia wondered suddenly if it bothered him that she only wanted to share with her.

"Trev, I'm so sorry— I can take a step back if-"

"No," he said quickly, steadying her, "not at all, I didn't mean it like that… I was just kidding. I love that Ava will talk to you, I know it's harder for her to come to me because I'm her Dad and I'm a guy…"

Olivia shrugged, "I think within time she will become more open to you — I think that as women, sometimes there are things that you logical-minded men don't really get," she reminded him.

"I know but if either of my girls are upset, regardless of the reason, I'm gonna be there for them," he told her with a little smile. "I might not always know immediately the right thing to say, but I don't want either you or my daughter to have to suffer through anything alone."

"That's the part of you that I love so much," she replied softly. He knew she wasn't telling him that she loved him but he was going to take it for what it was.

She handed him his phone back. "Was Ava okay?" Trevor asked. He watched Olivia take the soft, silk white camisole and remove the tags.

"Yeah," she nodded, setting it down, "but she is having a little bit of a hard time— she sent Rhiannon a message to try to bury the drama based on the advice you and I had given her — that it was fine, she wasn't any different, she just happened to like other girls and that it was totally normal."

Trevor's gave a little smile despite knowing it obviously hadn't gone down well. "So then Rhiannon went and shared her texts on her instagram page and everyone was roasting her, so I have a project later, and that's to download Instagram and create an account and keep an eye on it."

"Should I do that as well?," he asked. He made a face, "no actually, it'll really annoy me. I'll end up banning her from it."

"Its okay, I don't mind, obviously I'll let you know what's going on if its' serious. Or …if you prefer I stay out of it—"

"No, no… I love that you're looking out for her, please, I'm not weird about it, I promise."

"Okay let me get dressed really quickly and I'll be ready to go." She knew he was anxious of their reservation but was kind enough not to try to hurry her. She took her new clothes and headed in to the bathroom to close the door. Trevor went to the mirror and checked out his navy-blue suit and adjusted his tan belt. He grabbed his jacket and shrugged it over his shoulders and undone the top button of his white shirt.

Olivia came from the bathroom wearing the perfectly-fit hot pink tapered pants with her white, silk and lace camisole. Her jacket was resting over her arm. She set it on the bed for a moment and grabbed her small, black cross-body bag as Trevor advanced toward her. He had never seen her bare arms exposed so far up before and she looked so incredibly sexy that he wished it was actually summer so she wouldn't need her jacket.

"Fuck," he breathed slowly as her perfume hit his senses before he could reach out to touch her.

"What?" She looked alarmed but immediately saw the way he was looking at her, drinking her in, adoring and wanting. She softened immediately and smiled at him.

"You smell so good…" he murmured, reaching out and taking her upper arms in his hands, "And you look…" he gave her a once over and drew in a breath. "I dunno, I can barely look at you without feeling things that it's probably too early in the night for."

She slid her hands beneath his jacket around his waist and let him tower over her, "like what?," she asked playfully, wanting him to say it out loud.

"You know…" he let his voice trail. "Just stuff…. And other things," he smirked.

"Trev, you're gonna have to be more specific," she glanced up at him, sinking deeper in to the green pools that stared intensely back at her.

"I want to peel off all of your clothes," he murmured, "and I want to take these hands…" he nodded at the ones firmly holding on to her skin before letting them graze down to the bend of her elbow and back up again. "And I want to explore your entire body with them and do whatever it is that you want me to do to make you feel so fucking amazing that you won't be able to stand it."

She visibly shivered. There wasn't a time that any man had ever been so explicit without being crass or off-putting, but his words were swimming around in her head, filling her mind with every single reason to cancel dinner and let him start undressing her. "But…" he saw her mouth fall slightly open, her cheeks slackened with desire and he knew that she liked what she heard, but still, he didn't want to be wrong, "that's only if it's what you want too… I can wait…"

Olivia tried to speak but her throat had gone dry and nothing came out. She cleared her throat and chuckled in spite of herself, "that is … definitely what I want…" she admitted, "the sooner the better, actually."

"Better go fill our stomachs then, might need some extra energy," he winked, teasing but at the same time, knowing that he planned on staying up late with her.

She laughed, "stop it, you're giving me chills…" she lifted her arm from around his waist and ran her hand over her gooseflesh. Trevor looked down at the little bumps that covered her skin and chuckled, letting his fingers graze over them, barely touching the surface. It only made the bumps more prominent.

She drew her eyes away from his touch, imagining what that same light touch would feel like when it connected with the more intimate parts of her body. The thought sucked the air out of her briefly. She looked back up at him; he was watching her with amusement and curiosity. "We better go eat…" she told him reluctantly.

"Better," he nodded, "but I just want to tell you — you look flawless tonight, Olivia, your make up, your outfit, your perfume… everything, I feel so lucky and so proud to be dating you."

A smile spread across her mouth, she was embarrassed but also so turned on by his words. He was so kind and he was so handsome in his blue suit. "I'm proud to be dating you. I'm proud of how our kids are dealing, I am really lucky to have a man like you… I just want to be in this moment forever, truthfully."

"That's the plan…" he murmured.

She grabbed her jacket and he helped her put it on. "Come on, let's go…"

/

They arrived at the Italian restaurant. Trevor let go of Olivia's hand and smiled at the Maitre-dee. He shook his hand with a very clear familiarity between the two men. "Hello, Mr Langan," he greeted Trevor in a thick Italian accent. It was clear that Trevor either knew the man well or ate there very often.

"Hi Frank, how are you doing?" Trevor asked.

"Good thank you!," the maitre-dee gave Olivia a nod of acknowledgement, "you've booked a table tonight?," he asked, perching his glasses upon his nose to look through the booking list on the small little lectern at the reception area.

"Yeah," Trevor smiled and turned to Olivia, "I booked a table for myself and my beautiful date, this is Olivia benson," he introduced her.

Olivia felt proud to be important enough that Trevor would take her to one of his local haunts and a little giggly that he was treating her like a perfect gentlemen — an experience that so rarely occurred in her life.

"Liv, this is my good man, Frank, he's been feeding me for about a decade now."

Liv smiled and reached out for his hand, "Nice to meet you, Frank." The two exchanged pleasantries until they were whisked away to a table toward the back of the restaurant. He promised to be back with some menus.

Trevor quickly moved to Olivia's side and pulled out her chair, smiling at her. It all felt very formal and nice and Olivia felt very special. Trevor took a seat and laid his arms across the table, leaning over it. He moved a small white vase out of the way so that his view of her wasn't obstructed. Olivia folded her hands on the table top. "Is this okay?," he wondered.

Olivia nodded, "Yeah, this is wonderful, thank you."

"I'm glad," he smiled, "I like sitting kind of away from others," he explained, "I like to have some privacy, I'm weird like that."

Frank brought them the menus before Olivia could say anything. He read them the specials and left them to it and Trevor was relieved.

Olivia felt that he seemed more intense than usual, more than he had been back at the hotel and on their walk. It was all a little unnerving. He was gazing in to her eyes in silence with the tiny hint of a smile. She could feel her cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?," she asked, reaching up and touching her cheeks self-consciously.

"No!" Trevor quickly interjected, pulling her hand from her cheek. "Sorry, I don't mean to be weird…"

She shook her head, "you're fine," she answered, "I suddenly feel nervous."

"You're not alone, you make me so fucking nervous Olivia," he admitted with a little laugh. "But, if I'm being too much, you just let me know…"

"Are you kidding? Come on as strong as you want, I think we're past that…"

He grinned and reached over and took both of her olive-skinned hands in his. "I am so attracted to you, and I already feel like that you're the woman that I'm gonna want around long term… so right now, I find it so hard to not want to touch you…"

"For the record, Trev…" she began, sliding her fingers between his, "I love holding these big monsters…" she smiled, nodding at his hands. "I love every bit of this and I am so attracted to you too."

He gave her hands a squeeze and chuckled at her response. "Have you ever been on a date with anyone and known absolutely immediately that that person is going to become incredibly special and important to you?," he asked, a little starry-eyed.

Olivia's lips curled in to a smile as she pushed her response from her mouth. "Yeah…" she nodded, "you."

He pulled a hand from her grasp and covered his chest and made a show of sighing, "Liv! That was supposed to be my line…" he joked.

She laughed at his silliness. "Well, I beat you to it…"

"I feel the same for the record," he added, "I haven't had a fun and sexy date like this I don't think…" he thought about it, "ever really…"

She looked down at the hand that squeezed hers. She loved how his hand dwarfed hers and how masculine, yet clean and naturally manicured they were. She let herself imagine for just a moment, a ring on his wedding finger and another on her own…

It just felt so effortless and natural to be with him, he wasn't hard work and so far she hadn't encountered any part of him that she'd wish to change. She found herself scooting her chair a little closer around the table to be closer to him.

Once comfortable, Liv lifted his hand and kissed it softly.

He smiled at her, "You are so sweet, love," he murmured, squeezing her hand. Everything felt so right, Olivia thought. She had known him for so long and she wondered how those feelings had shifted so quickly to romance; why hadn't she seen it before? Why had she kept her blinders on for so many years around Trevor Langan when he had clearly been trying with her.

When she thought back, it fell in to place; the way he lingered after they said goodbye — the way they never stayed on track during phone conversations — the chat deviating in to good banter until he reluctantly hung up.

Olivia could barely believe that he'd never really given up hope between her failed relationships; that all of the time spent between them had lead to this.

She felt comfortable with him, indeed; relaxed and light. She watched her for fingers stroke the arch of his thumb that covered his hand over hers.

"Trev, I have a question… and I know you might have said something, but I might also be an annoying woman who needs assurance," she began. She drew her eyes up from their hands to look at him.

"You're never annoying," he replied with good-nature.

"What is this between us? I mean, what is our end goal? I have to know because if this is going to be a fling, I need to take care of Noah and I know a week ago you said otherwise but, I need to protect my boy."

Trevor was smiling and it did things to her insides but she tried her best to push that feeling aside while she waited to receive a more concrete answer to the constant nagging thought at the back of her mind.

"I am not looking for a fling, Olivia, I don't think I've ever had a fling," he laughed in spite of himself, "lame, right?"

"No, not at all," she said quickly, "it's kind of refreshing."

"I hate it when I hear guys say, 'I'm not that kinda guy', cos it usually means that they're exactly that guy," he explained, "but I guess I'm not a fling person, I respect women and I know you know that. I want to be with someone long-term, someone who I adore and who I know feels exactly the same as me and the rest of it, that'll all come in time. And I adore you Olivia Benson and I may be wrong to assume, but I feel like our relationship so-far is equally yoked."

"I do adore you. I adore you, I adore your daughter, I adore what our kids have already between each other and you," she smiled, "I adore that you have developed this sweet relationship with Noah where he thinks you help hold up the sky," she let a smile fall upon her lips. She was so comfortable.

Trevor was grinning at her, "I think that all the other serious things will fall in to place; but if you need any assurance Liv, please just ask me… I would be happy to tell you how I feel."

"Thank you… and same for you too, I know I kind of muddle my way through, but I won't ever lie to you about where you stand in my life."

He smiled.

She reluctantly let go of his hand to look at the menu. They agreed to order some bruscetta and arancini for starters and two different types of pasta to share.

Trevor ordered them a bottle of wine that would complement their meal as recommended by the waiter.

"You've spent a lot of money on me this weekend, Trevor, can you at least let me get dinner?," she asked sweetly. He almost laughed but realised she was serious.

"No," he said simply, "don't be crazy; if I couldn't afford to do this stuff, I wouldn't do it, Liv, just relax and enjoy yourself, it's totally fine and I'm not putting myself out, I promise."

"That's not what I meant," she told him, "I just feel like it's a little unfair."

"Maybe," he shrugged, "but I'm okay with being unfair if the occasion calls for it," he teased.

Olivia laughed. She was happy to see the waiter arriving with an ice bucket and their wine on a little stand beside the table. He set down two glasses and was about to pour when Trevor stopped him. "It's okay, we've got it," he smiled kindly.

He poured Olivia's glass for her and then his own.

Olivia took two mouthfuls without even thinking about it, she wanted to loosen up a little bit because there was not one part of her that didn't want to have sex.

Once their starters had been brought out Trevor topped their glasses and implored her to start. She didn't take much convincing; they hadn't eaten much since they'd left his apartment earlier in the day.

"You never told me…" she started, "what made you transition from being a defence lawyer to this highly sought-after adoption lawyer…"

Trevor finished off the bite of food in his mouth and smiled. He just shrugged, "A couple of reasons," he admitted thoughtfully, wiping his mouth politely with the napkin. He watched Olivia break apart an arancini ball with her knife and fork and leave half for him. He smiled.

"I know this is going to sound like a line but… you were a deciding factor, largely."

"What?," she seemed taken-aback. She looked up at him, surprised, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, I helped you with Noah and I saw how meaningful that experience was — I had a hand in it for you and I dunno how, but I knew he was a perfect fit for you so even when there were some other complicating factors like your job, it felt important to me that I keep fighting…"

"Wow…" she murmured. "You really felt like that?"

He nodded. "And then I helped another family not long after you and it was just so … fulfilling," he remarked with passion in his voice that she had never heard while he was a defence lawyer. "I caught a tough case not long after where an 9 year old girl had been assaulted and left for dead and it kind of broke me. Ava was 10 and was always asking me questions about my cases and it hollowed me out," he explained.

"The transition was a process though, right? Because you were still defending three years ago,"

"Yeah, but just petty stuff and only taking on the jobs where I thought the person legitimately deserved due process, none of this rape and homicide stuff; child abuse, none of that… I lost my stomach for it and the idea of helping create families felt way more noble and positive and I could look my little girl in the eye and tell her that I was working on a wonderful case."

Olivia smiled, "and now you have your charity."

He chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, it's taken off in a way that I never expected so a lot of my time is now there but it's a non-profit as you know, so…. I really have to balance out paid work with what I'm doing, it can be tricky."

"Wait, you helped me out with my case—" she tried to do the math on that.

"Lewis?" Trevor supplied. Olivia nodded, barely able to swallow at the mention of his name.

"I will turn up when the wheels of justice fall off Olivia, that case was personal to me because of you and I knew that whatever happened, you would never have taken matters in to your own hands unless there wasn't an appropriate reason to. He did some shocking things, I can't imagine if someone gave me a loaded gun, I wouldn't have been tempted to pull the trigger and that's coming from a person who didn't witness or endure anything."

He could see she had grown a little pale by the stark reminder of the terrible thing that had happened to her all those years ago. He reached for her hand and saw her immediately flinch, her body jolting in shock. Steeling herself, she blinked hard at Trevor. "Sorry," she apologised.

She reached for his hand back and gave it a squeeze. "Thanks… for helping me with that… I dunno what I would have done without your help."

"You don't talk about that much, do you?," he observed.

"Not if I can help it," she said with a smile. "It's a uh…" she paused looking for the right word, "I guess it's all still very raw and I probably think it'll always be."

"Okay," he accepted her answer, "well, if you ever need to talk about it, I'm here," he said softly, giving her a squeeze.

"Thanks but I think we should change the subject, this dinner has better potential than talking about that stuff,".

Thankfully, the waiter brought their pasta and allowed them a smoother subject change. Seafood linguine and Cacio e Pepe. "This is my favourite pasta, I keep telling Ava that we should learn to make it together but she wants to do it the hard way, making the actual pasta from scratch."

"She's so confident in some ways and there's never any cutting corners with her," Olivia smiled. "I actually just love her so much," she grinned at Trevor, "we should do that one day, the four of us, total kitchen chaos… can you imagine?"

Trevor felt warmed by her words and laughed, "Yeah, between you and Ava, I don't know who will boss Noah and I around more."

"I'll probably give the reins to Ava and Noah, they seem to have worked out the cooking," she replied.

They laughed in agreement.

Olivia spiralled the linguine on her fork and lifted it from the bowl. It was amazing and Trevor had yet to try. "Try this…" she held out her fork to him, perched forward toward him. He leaned closer with a little smile and took the pasta from the fork, holding his hand beneath it so that it didn't spill on the table or his clothes.

"Mmm," Trevor nodded, "that's good, amazing…" he smiled, "good choice, baby…"

She smiled with satisfaction as he did the same for her. She leaned forward and took the Cacio e Pepe in her mouth and closed her eyes; enjoying the deliciousness of a rich Italian meal. Trevor watched; enjoying the joy cross her face as she ate, enjoying one of life's simple pleasure without any hesitance or inhibition.

He hoped he could help her experience more of life's simple pleasure's later back at the hotel.

Olivia sipped at her wine after they had finished with their dinner. "How is it?" Trevor asked, nodding toward her glass, "is it okay?"

The wine was sweet but not as overpowering as a desert wine that Olivia was not a fan of. "It's really nice, thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiled. "Do you drink often?"

Olivia sat back in her chair, holding her wine glass in her hand, "define often?"

Trevor laughed lightly, "I guess… I don't know?"

"Well—" she knew he wasn't trying to be impolite. "I like my wine, but I also like a my spirits, but I rarely get drunk and usually if it's a tough day, I have a wine just to take the edge off, but I don't drink every night. Maybe once a week, depends on the situation."

"You don't have to justify yourself, Liv, I was just curious so I know if I can come and have a drink with you after work sometimes, that's all… or if, you've had a rough day and want some dinner, you just gather up Noah and come over and we can get dinner, put the kids in front of a movie and have a drink."

Olivia grinned right back, "Yeah, that sounds perfect…"

They chatted for a little longer until they drained the bottle of wine. Trevor got up to use the bathroom and she knew he had also gone to pay for their dinner.

/

"Bar?" Trevor asked as they walked in to the hotel lobby. He motioned to his left, nodding toward it.

Olivia thought about it for a second, "yeah, maybe one or two drinks might be nice…" she was getting a little nervous now that they were back at their room and sex was most definitely going to be on the table.

Trevor took her hand and pulled her toward the bar. "What would you like to drink?," he wanted to know as they went right up to the bar. The alcohol was shelved behind the bar in the most beautiful display, looking akin to a chandlier that was well lit and from less expensive to the top-tier, top-range spirits rising to a peak at the top. The bar was dimly lit and had a lovely, moody atmosphere and Trevor couldn't wait to take her to one of the booths and ignite a little romance.

He couldn't wait to taste those wine-stained lips and feel her body pressed against his. She looked so sexy in her pink suit and lacy white camisole. He sucked in air as they stood by the bar together waiting for service.

"I think maybe a whisky sour…" she told him, "actually, I'm going to pay for our drinks…"

"No, please, I've got it…" his voice trailed.

"No, please," she argued, "just…" she looked up at him with puppy eyes. "I'd really like to buy you a drink because I know you're going to want to do everything else when we get upstairs."

He hard-blinked her and finally laughed, "Olivia Benson," he started, taking her face within his two large hands, "I am going to do everything when we get upstairs, that you want me to do and however you want me to do it," he told her, he pressed his lips against hers, briefly tasting her tongue.

"So does that mean I can pay?," she asked with a sly little smile that drove him crazy. She was trying so hard to not be moved by his words that caused her body to feel a little limp.

"I'll let you buy these first two drinks and that's it, okay?"

"Deal," she winked. "Thanks," she kissed him again, "and also, Trevor Langan, I plan to make you feel like you haven't felt in a very, very long time," she promised softly, resting her mouth upon his. A quiet groan made its way from the back of his throat when he felt her hands that had been resting on his waist reach around and squeeze his backside, pushing him up against the bar, confident that no one could see it.

She laughed in to his mouth and pulled away.

Trevor laughed too. "You are something else…"

/

As promised, Trevor let Olivia pay for their first two drinks and then he insisted on getting the next two.

"Better call the kids, huh?" Trevor suggested as their second drinks were served.

"Yeah, I'll call Noah first…" Olivia agreed. She plucked her phone out of her purse and dialled Lucy.

After a quick call checking in and saying goodnight, Olivia gave in and told Noah that Trevor was with her at the gala and put him on too.

She loved to listen to Trevor engage with Noah. They talked about school and his dance class and Trevor told him goodnight too until the phone got passed to Ava.

"Hi Daddy," she greeted him softly.

Trevor couldn't help but to smile. "Hi sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"Good Dad, did Liv tell you what happened?." She wondered, not upset, just curious.

"Yeah… she was a little worried about you and so am I. You know you can tell me this stuff too, right?," he checked.

"I know, but… I know how you feel about me on social media, sometimes I think you won't understand the same way Liv might…" she tried to explain, afraid that her father might take offence.

"I understand that, sweetie," he smiled. "But I told Liv before, no matter what it is, even if you say, 'hey Dad, I don't think you're gonna understand,' I will be extra careful not to react in a typical Dad way and I will always try to understand or at the very least be here to give you a big Dad cuddle and I might need to ask Liv for help," he chuckled.

He heard Ava laugh. "Honey, I love you so much okay and I'm very sorry with what's happening with your friends and I hope that you can make a new friend that understands you a little better but if not, you always have me and I promise it won't always be like this."

He heard her sniff, "Thanks Dad, I love you too," she replied, her voice breaking.

"Are you okay?," he let the words reluctantly fall off of his tongue, "do you need me to come home and be with you?"

"No," she said quickly, "I want you and Olivia to have a nice night together and get to know each other so she can always be around. I love her too," she admitted.

Trevor laughed. "Me too… and hey, give your Mom a call okay? She might surprise you and need to hear from her baby."

"Okay Daddy, I love you. Have a good night."

"Goodnight sweetie, love you. Text me or call me if you need to."

Olivia drained her drink and turned to him. She was a little doe-eyed but he could read her expression well. "Want to go upstairs?," he asked.

"I definitely do…" she agreed. He finished his drink in a mouthful and got to his feet. He reached down and took her hand and guided her back to the lobby. There was silence between them; an electric current for the words that they both wanted to speak but were too nervous to say.

She felt his hand in hers, his fingers grazing her palm. All she could think about was those very same hands over her, slipping off her clothes; but still her heart rate had increased as she thought about all the parts of her that she was nervous about him seeing.

"You're so quiet…" Trevor remarked as they waited for the lift to get to their floor.

She glanced up at him, "I'm just thinking…"

"About?," he wanted to know. He was a little afraid that maybe she had passed the cusp of good tipsy to a little over the line.

"Just you and me and … what's going to happen as soon as that door closes behind us."

He sensed her nerves. "Whatever you're comfortable with is totally fine by me, baby," he assured her.

The ding of the lift went off and they made it to the room. "Trev…" she started just as he was about to open the door.

"Yeah?," he held the card perched before the lock. He looked at her with a soft expression.

"I want you so much," she told him with a little smile, touching his arm, "but I'm nervous,"

He slid the key in to the lock and leaned over, aligning his lips with hers, "Let's go inside and see if I can do something to allay that feeling."

He motioned for Liv to head inside first. He closed the door and locked it behind him. He saw her shedding her pink jacket and putting it carefully over a chair. She took off her purse and set it on the table and it was all Trevor could do not to catch up to her and touch the beautiful bare skin of her arms.

He watched her stalk the room instead. He wasn't sure if she was doing it for his benefit, or if she was genuinely just moving about, a little awkward about what to expect from him.

"Liv…" he called.

She turned and glanced at him over her shoulder and gave him a cheeky smile that he took to me warm and inviting. "Take a seat on the bed…" he commanded gently.

Without a word, she slid off her black stilettos and moved them aside so that nobody would trip over. She walked around the bed and sat down as asked. She rested her hands behind her on the mattress and leaned back, her long, brown locks falling over her shoulders, her breasts heaving and her beautiful neck and collarbones exposed.

"Shit," he murmured, getting closer, "You look good enough to eat…" he told her with a smile.

He stood less than a meter away from her- if she reached out she could touch him.

He was so tall, she thought, so damn tall. He shed his jacket, maintaining eye contact and began to undo the buttons on his shirt, one-by-one. She wondered if she should start losing some clothes too, but she was transfixed as his shirt came apart at the middle. His mostly-smooth chest greeted her - he was well sculpted with just a tiny bit of chest hair that she didn't mind.

She looked up at him, holding his gaze as he undressed. Her heart was hammering against her chest and the intensity of his stare almost brought her undone. She let her eyes follow his own to his belt that he pulled from the buckle and slid it out of the loops of his pants. She watched his hands undo his fly and watched as the beautiful blue pants pooled at his feet. He was wearing a pair of black jocks that left absolutely nothing to her imagination.

He was a sight— his thick thighs and well-shaped legs, his muscular torso and very prominent package that looked as though he was semi-erect. "Let's concentrate on you now…" he murmured, taking a step toward her.

Trevor smiled at her and reached for her hand. She outstretched hers and let him pull her to her feet. He kissed her softly on the lips, "you are so beautiful," he told her between kisses. He reached down and Olivia almost jumped at his hands touching her bare waist as he reached for the hem of her white lace camisole. "Why are you so jumpy?," he asked with a smile, giving her a second to protest, letting his fingers disappear beneath the silk, grazing along her sides, his thumbs swiping over the softness of her stomach.

He watched her suck in her breath as if in a gasp at his hands on bare skin. "I-it's just…anticipation," she blurted out, "nerves…"

He kissed her lips, parting her mouth with his and tasting her tongue. She felt him grip the hem, his knuckles grazing her sides as he lifted it slowly.

There was no way she would protest.

His lips left her mouth once her shirt was over her head. He took a second to let his eyes linger over her two perfect globes filling out her full-cupped white, satin bra. She had intended on going with her green lingerie, but she couldn't get away with it beneath the white camisole.

"Wow…" he murmured, he grinned at her, "look at you…" he remarked. He stood close to her, staring down in to her eyes, watching her inhibitions slowly melt away. He set his hands upon her waist, his pointer fingers dancing around the elastic of her matching pants. It felt as though she hadn't been touched in years, every time his hands explored a space that was covered by material, she flinched.

Trevor enjoyed making her jump, tickling her with his light touches and grazes. He let the very tips of his fingers make their way from her back to the front of her waist where the pants were held together by a button and a zip. Again he saw her suck in a breath, her beautiful breasts heaved inward as he inserted his fingers beneath the folds of the hot pink fabric. He slowly and torturously undone the first button and glanced in to her eyes.

"You ready to get to know me really well?," he asked playfully.

She chuckled. "Yes… I am definitely ready."

"Good," he said as he took the zipper tab carefully and there was a part of her that had to do everything possible not to arch her centre against his hand. She swallowed hard and let out a long, shaky breath as she felt her pants coming loose. His hands let go of the zip and rested upon her hips as he pushed the fabric down all the way, crouching down to let his hands graze the entire length of her heavenly shaped legs. He could't help himself, he laid a soft kiss on her either thigh.

Olivia's senses were ignited as she felt his hand curl around the back of her leg just beneath her ass. He helped her out of her pants and let his hands glide back up. Over her backside, resting on the small of her back. "You look delicious, Olivia," he smiled, "I can't wait to taste every part of you and explore your body until I find your gold…"

She whimpered from his words alone, her knees weak and her senses heightened.

"Let's get in to bed…" he suggested, "and I would love to hear you make that very noise you just made over and over again…"

He briefly kissed her and pulled away, wanting nothing else but to lay beside her to make out and fool around for awhile, taking his time and figuring out what exactly she liked.

He moved forward and pulled the corner of the covers back and motioned for Olivia to get in to bed. "Do you think… we could turn the lights off and open the curtains up and see the city?," she wondered.

"Whatever you want, love," he said, watching her glorious ass while she slid on to the bed and beneath the blankets. Regretful that she had covered herself, he made his way to the windows and opened all the curtains and turned the lights out.

Around them the city glittered and let enough light in that he knew he would be able to see Olivia's body in the city's glare that would reach them through the wall-to-floor glass on both sides of the room.

"Is that okay, baby?," he asked with a smile.

Olivia rolled on to her side and propped her cheek up on her elbow. Her smile was flirty and tight-lipped and he was sure that despite her nerves, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"Yeah, it's perfect," she remarked. "Are you going to join me?"

Trevor stood before the bed and pushed aside his own insecurities. It wasn't that he wasn't confident in his body, it was more about how Olivia would react, he watched her eyes fall over him, curious as to what he was about to do next. Without any hesitation, he pushed the waist band of his underwear down, feeling his erection spring out.

Olivia was not expecting him to be so bold but she did not mind at all. It wasn't lost on him that her mouth fell open in shock. "Is this okay — should I cover up?," he asked, suddenly very aware that he might have just read the atmosphere wrong.

She shook her head in silence, "I just…" she swallowed hard and she peeled her eyes away from his erection, "…..wow… sorry, I'm a little speechless and uh… I may have been terrible in biology," she teased as he moved forward to cover himself with a blanket as he slipped beneath it and closer to her, "so I'm a little concerned about how that might work…"

Trevor let his light laughter ripple through the air at her mock-fear.

"I mean, you do know my son is adopted right, I haven't given birth before, this is a lot to take in… figuratively and literally speaking," she continued teasing him but was grinning at him and he knew she was just kidding about.

He felt his neck and cheeks heating up until they were a little pink, but they were both laughing together and it took the edge of both sets of nerves. "Stop…" he said softly, the last of his laughter dissipating, "I don't want you to worry about a thing…I'm prepared, I promise."

"I hope so…" she murmured, "because I'm a delicate flower…" she told him with seriousness but couldn't hold it for long. They both laughed and it felt nice and right.

"Yeah right, I happen to think it's going to be a perfect fit and you don't need to worry, I promise," he kissed the tip of her nose.

She could smell his cologne on his neck and she found it hard not to feel a little giddy knowing that soon his body would be pressed against hers and they would be skin-to-skin. "Want me to take off my underwear too?," she asked, wondering if he was waiting.

"No," he shook his head with a slight smile and inched closer to her. "I just want to undress you myself and touch your skin and taste you…"

Goosebumps rose all over her body at his brazen admission. Before she could say another word, he kissed her. He felt her getting in closer, sharing his pillow with him as she kissed him back. He slid an arm beneath her and drew her in as close as she could get, wrapping his arms around her possessively as he hungrily locked his mouth with hers.

She softly hummed in to his mouth and leaned over his body as he eased on to his back. His tongue massaged hers in soft strokes and their kisses became impassioned and urgent. Olivia felt his hands gripping the skin below her bra strap and willed for him to remove it. She broke the kiss and initiated a serious of short, soft ones, his mouth moistened by hers and his eyes were full of desire.

Trevor let his eyes survey her breasts, that when she leaned over him as she was, they almost fell from their most beautiful cups. He was desperate to release them but cautioned himself of moving too fast. He snaked his hands from her sides up her over her tummy and felt her breathing get a little more shallow as she anticipated them wrapped around her breasts.

She whimpered again softly; the want, the craving and the desire for him was almost too much.

"I love it when you make that noise," he told her, "when you suck air in every time I touch you somewhere that you enjoy…" he murmured between kisses. "It makes me so hard," he added.

It was the boldness of his words that helped with arousing her, she'd never had someone be so direct in the past and it was an incredible turn on.

He watched her eyes fall closed as a hand made its way over one of her fleshy mounds that was big enough to sit snugly in his hand. Olivia moaned loudly involuntarily and blushed.

He let his fingertips graze trace along the edges of the cup that she filled out as he watched her reaction. He smiled as her face contorted with pleasure. "Lay back, Liv," he commanded her gently, "we're gonna be up for awhile…" he promised.

She could feel his eyes on her as he pulled the covers back and pushed them out of the way so that he could see her body bathed in the moonlight. He rested his hands on her collarbones and lowered his mouth upon her lips for a soft, moist kiss that felt perfect and sensual. He drew away from her mouth and kissed her cheeks languidly and Olivia knew that if he kept up his glacial speed, they really would be there all night— but still, she didn't mind.

"You are stunning…" he told her, running both of his hands up the side of her face, losing his fingers in her beautiful locks of hair that he loved so much. He stared at her intensely. Olivia felt intoxicated by him; heady and ready for just about whatever he had in mind. Best of all, she felt safe and secure — that whatever happened, if she needed to cool things off, he would honour that.

"So are you…" she replied almost inaudibly, reaching up to take his face in her own hands, running her fingers over the stubble that had lined and shadowed the angled lines of his jaw and cheeks. "You are the most incredible looking man I've ever been this close to, I'm so lucky…" her voice trailed.

"I'm the luckiest," he retorted.

They shared a smile. She could feel his fingers at her nape, tickling her skin; grazing against the sensitive part of her scalp that gave her body surges of tingles. He laid another soft kiss that could only be described as heartfelt and syrupy, Olivia thought.

His perfect lips made their way down her chin, along her jaw — the kisses were very slow; timid and hot, leaving a wet trail on her skin. "Where do you like to be kissed the most?," he wanted to know as he got closer toward her ear.

"You're almost there…" she murmured, her eyes closing. His tone was more serious and he began to kiss her ear; she let out a sigh and he knew it may have been just the right spot. Surprisingly, Olivia ran her fingers through his hair and guided his head slightly just behind her ear. She turned her head to the side to give him room.

He kissed the spot, loving her directive. She whimpered exactly as she had earlier and he knew it was the right place. "Here?," he asked. She nodded feverishly. His other hand concentrated on her collarbones, grazing over her, down her arm and back up again as he worked on the spot she had shown him. She felt his soft tongue making contact with her skin.

She let out another sigh of delight as his fingers found their way to her bra again, outlining the cup with his pointer. "Touch me…" she pushed him, covering her hand with his and pushing it over the top of her breast until he took the full mound of in his palm. He let out a groan from the back of his throat as he gave her flesh a gentle squeeze.

He reached behind her, lifting his head for a moment and slipped his hands beneath her back. She was no longer nervous and he could tell, she looked at him with desire. "Need help?," she wondered.

"No, I just need you to lift your back just a little." He straddled her and she could feel his rock hard cock resting against her waist and it was an effort not to just reach down and touch him. But like him, she wanted to wait and make their time last a little longer and for it to be memorable.

She lifted her back and felt him unhooking her. Her breasts instantly relaxed as she sat up a little, wanting him to get the best view and knew that the best view of her tits was certainly not on her back. She leaned back, propped up by her arms behind her and felt the straps being pulled forward until he had uncovered her.

"Fuck…" he murmured, looking away briefly as she discarded her lingerie. He smiled and looked back at her, "fuck, do you know how fucking great these tits are?," he laughed in a state of disbelief, "shit… I am a lucky, lucky man…"

She couldn't help but to chuckle. His hands were a delight and when she felt them take her shoulders and gently pushed her back down against the pillow, she eased back without protest. "I can't believe how soft your skin is…" he remarked, hissing as his let his fingers dance through the valley of her breasts, down her stomach to the waistband of her matching white lingerie bottoms. He watched her suck her stomach in at the ticklishness of his insatiable touch.

It was a feeling that sparked in her lower stomach that caused a well of arousal that she was not at all used to feeling anymore; it took her by surprise. She had almost forgotten how it felt to be incredibly turned on as though that feeling of adoration and of wanton lust just didn't exist in her life.

She had never really felt the ability to let go and to feel euphoric and giddy from touching and sweet, complimentary yet blunt expressions of passion alone. She usually waved off the compliments and felt too terrified by her own insecurity to let any past lovers spend too long paying attention to her.

She couldn't place what was different about Trevor, perhaps it was the way that he seemed to revere her; the comfort and security that he allowed her to feel and his kindness. She knew his goal was making her feel good and so far he well on his way there. She had viewed sex for a very long time as something that she did to keep the other person, not because she was used to getting very much out of it herself.

This was definitely different, she thought as her eyes fell shut at the feeling of a mouth settling over the sensitive area of her neck.

"Trev…" she whispered in to the darkness, feeling a little overwhelmed by her affections for him, the realisation that she was in love with him hit her hard and fast.

"Yeah?," his tone matched hers, quiet and intense. He stared back at her for a moment and she realised she couldn't say it yet, the words that she had pushed to the edge of her lips seemed to evaporate. She stared dumbly instead.

He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her and waited expectantly for her to say something. When nothing came from her mouth, he wondered if something was wrong. "Are you okay? Are you comfortable?"

She nodded and he saw an unmistakable tear slide down the corner of her eye. "Liv!," he brushed it away, "Liv, what's wrong?"

Olivia laughed. "I'm such a fucking baby," she told him, "I'm okay, I'm comfortable I am just a little overwhelmed by you…" she chose her words carefully; she didn't want to say something that would throw the vibe off if he wasn't ready to say it back. She wasn't sure that she would be able to go through with anything else if he didn't appropriately respond. "I have a lot of feelings," she chuckled.

Trevor was smiling adoringly at her; for her vulnerability, for her trying to earn his forgiveness for the interruption; he was so in love with this woman, he thought. She was so coy and bashful and yet he could tell she wasn't stalling. "I have a lot of feelings too, it's okay that you're overwhelmed," he told her sincerely, "you are just so incredibly sweet and I even find the tears sweet, but I'm gonna need you to stop crying because I can't do this to a woman who is crying…" he laughed, brushing the stray tear or two away.

Olivia laughed too and grinned at him. "What if they are tears of ecstasy?," she teased.

"Well then, I'm actually okay with that…" he shrugged and laughed. He leaned over and kissed her mouth. "I adore you, Olivia Benson," he admitted.

"Me too…" her voice trailed off as he kissed her again and again.

She captured his mouth and moved their kiss in to a smoother rhythm. He took her cherry-red lower lip between his own and settled in, propping himself up on one side of her body, halfway covering over her, careful not to put any pressure on her. He wanted access to her breasts and the rest of her.

She could feel his hand traveling from her collarbone to the silk flesh of her breasts. She willed him to touch her, she wanted it so much; she quivered beneath him and almost moaned out of sheer frustration at how slow he was, how his hands lingered over every inch of her flesh on it's journey toward the place where she wanted to feel his mouth and his hand simultaneously.

Trevor couldn't get over the silk of her skin where flesh became soft and taut around her breasts. He cupped his hand around the curve of her chest and enjoyed how she filled it out perfectly. She felt his mouth follow a path down her collarbone. She let a groan escape her lips as his heavenly mouth devoted time to her shoulders, searing his wet, slow and torturous kisses over her warmed skin.

She could feel him tracing her areola with his fingers, his expert touch creating a river of warmth between her legs that she was starting to crave him to explore, wanting to feel that same touch deep within her. Trevor was delighted by the sounds of her pleasure; the soft sighs, the moans of utter gratification when he found sensitivity.

She felt the palm of his hand grazing upward lightly over the hardened bead upon her breast. She drew in a sharp breath and he knew with the arch of her back that she was happy with his touch. "Mmmm," he hummed against her skin in the bass-y tone that did things to her insides, as if the taste of her skin was so delectable that he had no intention of stopping. He felt her shivering beneath him as he lowered himself down further, swiping at her skin with his tongue between the kisses.

"Please…" she begged in to the night air — afraid, almost of her words, that he might laugh or find her to be pathetic.

"Please?," he questioned, lifting his mouth. "You want me to do something?," he asked, smiling to himself.

"No…" she murmured.

"If you want me to do something, I'll do it, it's okay," he assured her.

"No," she repeated, "just… don't stop," she added. He sensed that she was holding back and that she wanted to say more but wasn't comfortable enough yet and that was fine, but he wanted her to be open with him.

She almost wasn't prepared for the feel of the pad of his thumb giving extra attention to her nipple as his mouth engulfed her generous globes; submerged in the warmth of the wet cavern; his tongue swirling around her, avoiding the pale pink ball of pleasure. A loud whimper hit the air involuntarily as all of her nerve endings seemed to send lightning bolts of sheer arousal between her legs, causing her pants some discomfort as she eagerly waited for him to get to that.

"Fuck," he murmured, giving his mouth reprieve from its work on her breasts, "I love that noise you make when something feels good, its making me so fucking hard for you, Liv…" he admitted,

And there it was again; another groan, this time she let herself go a little — wanting to please him. It wasn't for show, but she was used to extinguishing her own pleasure not wanting to eclipse someone else's.

His tongue went back to work, flicking against the hardness of her nipple as she felt his other hand traveling down her torso, slowly gliding down to her waist fingering at the elastic, teasing her, slipping his thumb down the folds of the fabric before going back to drawing lines languidly around her waist, connecting with her flesh and causing her body to arch in to him so much that he took pleasure in her writhing.

Trevor noticed Olivia's knees lifting in to peaks as she widened the space between them. He chuckled and pushed the closest leg to his side flat back down against the mattress so he could continue torturing her with his tongue over her amazing tits and continue his journey down south. He nipped at her skin below her breasts and tickled her with his tongue while she quivered beneath him, wondering for how long she could take it before he would touch her. His hand skipped the wet folds between her legs and caressed her thighs instead. His touch was light while he journeyed to her calf and right back up again with more pressure, letting his fingers pit along the smoothness of her inner thighs.

"Oh m-…" the words came out of her mouth in a whisper but before she could finish her sentence, she gasped, taking the rest of the sentence with her as his boundless fingers made their way up the inside of her legs into the space between the apex of her leg and her throbbing centre.

His fingers teased her and his kisses moved further down. She felt his sinful tongue swirling around her belly before his lips closed over it and he continued down. He repositioned himself between her legs and Olivia let out a shaky sigh.

"Baby, baby— wait-" she brought her knees up, having a moment of sobriety through he that made him hit the breaks.

"What is it?," he asked.

"No, you don't have to do that…" she said quickly, "its okay, you don't have to…"

He lifted his head that was dangerously close to the waist band of her underwear that he was thinking of removing with his teeth.

"I know I don't have to…" he gave her a small, understanding smile and kissed the space below her belly and just above her waistband. She relished the soft, wet sound that his lips made when they made contact with her. "But…' he paused to kiss just a little further down. "I really want to," he finished. "If," kiss, "that's," kiss, "just," kiss, "the same," long kiss, "to you…"

The syrupy kisses felt feather-light as his hand that had still been working on her breast matched the other, stroking her thighs with soft and harder touch, tickling her skin and driving her a little crazy.

"Okay…" Olivia gave in, dropping back down against the pillow.

"Relax love," he told her, "I am so excited to put my mouth over you," he told her bluntly, pausing to draw a line with his tongue on the inside of her thigh. She moaned involuntarily beneath him, wriggling around. He took her thighs in both of his monstrous hands, holding her still. Torturing her a little longer, he tugged at her waistband with his teeth, feeling her stomach suck in and a sharp gasp of pleasure.

He kissed the tiny bit of space that had been covered by the waist band. It wasn't lost on him that Olivia was covered from neck-to-toe in goosebumps, that she had barely stopped moaning and that her underwear was damp with arousal.

It was time to stop fucking around, he thought, his erection was getting hard to ignore and he really wanted to make her come and then fuck her until they both lost their senses. He inserted his thumbs in to the waist band of her underwear and tugged them down. He shimmied back on the bed so he could pull them down her thighs and over her legs until they were discarded.

Olivia let her peaked legs fall in to each other, a little self-consciously but Trevor wasn't having it. He gently laid his hands down, his fingertips reaching her upper thighs, his palms enclosing over the caps of her knees and pushed them apart. He let his eyes fall over her glistening centre and felt weak by the idea of sampling her ripe juices with his tongue, taking all of her nectar until he was drunk from her.

"Stop staring at me like that…" she laughed, covering her eyes with her arms crossed over her face. She felt incredibly vulnerable and shy all of a sudden.

"Like what?," he asked. He wasn't laughing, he was taking his newt task very, very seriously. "Like I want to eat you?," he wondered, "because I very much do and I want you to relax and let me know as enthusiastically as possible when I've got it right…" his words were slow, soft and full of bass as he gazed at her lovingly with hooded eyes.

Olivia finally brought her arms away from her face and looked up at him, his fingertips brushed up and down along the inside of her thighs as he waited for her to register him and acknowledge his words. His touch was as light as a feather and it built her anticipation up.

"Okay," she agreed with a nod. She knew with his hypnotic stare and the way he surveyed her with disbelief that he wasn't doing a single thing out of obligation. He wanted her and it wasn't just shit talk. She knew that he was going torture her and that she was going to enjoy every second of it.

Without a word, he went back to his fine work of planting kisses around her centre, licking and laying kisses between the space where her thigh and vulva met; his mouth circling her like prey, drawing closer and closer until he was ready to attack the part of her that would only cause waves of pleasure to ripple through her body. He could feel her warmth and the sweet smell of her as he drew closer and he felt her fingers through his hair with a long, tormented moan.

He knew it was time. He gripped her thighs in place and planted kisses upon her centre, soft, feathered pecks at first from front to back, back to front. Olivia whimpered softly; her hips jutting with little bursts of sheer gratification and arousal. Trevor hummed against her; a light chuckle, she sharply inhaled a breath, feeling her body transcend upward in what felt like an out-of-body experience for the anticipation that he had built.

"No," he said softly, "patience," he added, lifting his head to give her a sly smile; the kind of smile that allowed her to understand that he knew exactly what he was doing in his delicious game of tease. He stilled her in to place and lost himself within her; swiping his tongue everywhere but the place where she wanted him to plunge it the most. Her breathing was laboured and her body shivered; she whimpered and moaned and began to beg and he knew that even he couldn't resist the glistening and delicious mound that was waiting, beseeching his mouth upon her.

Olivia rejoiced with a loud moan that carried through their room. It was enough to spur Trevor on; his mouth covered her; moving slow still, he relished the sweetness of her arousal — he groaned, his mouth vibrating inside of her, causing her to twitch involuntarily as he dug his fingers in to the flesh of her thighs like an insatiable man, feasting for the first time that day, savouring every last drop of her incase it would be the last time.

Trevor's cock was so hard and it was beginning to ache and throb for her; he reached down and stroked himself briefly, just for a slight bit of relief. Olivia felt his hand moving along his own shaft.

"I can…." She told him, losing her ability to speak as he delved his tongue between her folds, swiping from back to front.

"You're a little busy," he replied, dismissing her, quickly and going back to his own main task, ignoring his pulsating member for the time being.

He engulfed her soft flesh and brought his lips to a close and repeating his action over again, like planting a wide, open-mouthed kiss upon her most sensitive spot. There was silence as her hips attempted to feebly to roll in to him as he loudly sucked and lapped up her sweet nectar.

Trevor was very confident in his abilities and he knew the louder he was; the more she enjoyed it.

"Fuck… Trevor, this is too much, I can't—" her sentence broke off again, her words leaving her mouth and dissipating in to the dead of the night.

He ignored her and felt her hands in his hair again, gently taking handfuls of his silvering locks. He went back to planting light kisses over her. He dragged his fingers from her thighs to the juncture of her folds and gently spread her apart so that he could pay a little attention to the sensitive pearl of nerves tucked up neatly beneath her opening.

Olivia's eyes rolled back in to her head and she was overcome with dizziness as his talented tongue swirled around it, building up to direct touch. He let one of his hands glide down a little further while he worked his tongue and ran his fingers over her slit, tickling and teasing until he buried two digits of them inside of her cavern. Instantly, he felt her contracting around them before easing off and relaxing a little. He moved slowly in and out, plunging a little deeper each time as his tongue continued to circle the very part that would bring her undone if he made contact at just the right time.

She had never ever experienced anything quite like it; every tiny nerve endings sent shockwaves all over her entire being, causing a trance-like state. Liv was giddy and desperate and her body jutted and twitched in a way that was absolutely out of her control, leaning just on the precipice; ready to tumble over the edge and in to the abyss.

Finally, he enclosed over the the spot where she interiorly begged for the most. Her heart hammered against her chest as she felt him take her clitoris between his lips, getting a measure for how sensitive she was, grazing it delicately with the tip of his tongue until she cried out in mercy, in pleasure, in joy; in absolute exhilaration.

He knew it was right and he began to move his fingers a little faster, curling them around inside of her to hit deeper and harder, enjoying the warmth of her walls contracting and relaxing and he knew that he was going to have to assure her that he wanted her to come and he wanted her to come hard without any reservation and then he wanted to fuck her in to oblivion so that she wouldn't remember her own name.

She felt herself getting closer and closer; concentrating on his tongue flicking and tickling and circling the swollen bud. Her breathing was now in just short bursts of air. She wanted to warn him; to tell him she was going to tip over in to a depth of pleasure that she had yet to encounter.

Trevor could read her body, he could tell that she was starting to pull back, afraid of how her body was about to react if given the freedom to experience the fullness of her own orgasm. He could feel her trying to hold off. He laid a gentle kiss at the top of her opening. "Olivia," he said, trying not to let his voice become affected by his lust.

She glanced down at him; her brain was winning over, trying to gain control of her body; not even knowing how to relax with a man in such an intimate setting. Letting Trevor so close to her body, giving him free range over her was entirely new for her and although it felt natural, she could feel herself start to hold back.

"Olivia," he said again, speaking more seriously; his voice low and deep and full of conviction; "you are going to come for me," he stated. Even though it was a powerful statement, she felt her mouth go dry, realising that there was more of a command than a simple, knowing remark. "And you are going to relax and get rid of all of your inhibitions and all of your insecurities and you are going to come so hard for me and I am going to lick you and devour you until your body calms down, okay?"

She could barely say a word, she simply nodded, along with her mouth, her throat had gone dry too. She agreed with him, hypnotised. She was eating out of the palm of his hand, anything he wanted he was going to get, and in contrast, in that moment, Trevor wanted to indulge her in the kind of ecstasy that he started to get the feeling she had never been shown and he took the responsibility of it very seriously.

He went back to attacking her clit slowly and torturously with his tongue, moving a little faster in and out of her, making loud noises, making a show of devouring her with his mouth as loudly as possible. He kept changing it up, from covering her entire mound with his mouth making her jump slightly each time his tongue neared the small space that separated the familiar from the very part of her that men of her past would often apologetically promise was a slip. Something gave her the feeling that Trevor was not precious about any part of her body.

The forbidden thought of him exploring a terrain that no man had before heightened her senses as he licked her clean as promised, pushing her right to the edge and easing off again as if he knew that she was about to come and was keeping her on the cusp.

"Oh, please…" she groaned.

He wouldn't make her wait anymore, he drew her clit between both of his lips and circled his tongue around her. She became entranced and he felt her entire pelvis begin to seize. Inside of her, her walls clenched tightly around his fingers and he kept his pace up, not wanting to change the trajectory of her building orgasm. "Get it, Liv," he goaded her, between the swirling of his hot tongue on her swollen clit and his lips adding a little bit more extra pressure.

He knew the second she had let go over herself, giving in to him — she came and came hard, and he didn't stop, he continued, not pulling back until she gave him the signs that it was too much. He lapped up her wetness, swirling his tongue around her and swiping her front to back, creating an intensity that rippled through her, causing her moans to dissipate to whimpers as her body trembled and twitched and became unruly beneath him; making it hard for him to hold her in to place. The pleasure came like rolling waves and she sank down in to the mattress, clutching at the sheets, twisting them in her hands, looking for something; anything to grasp on to; to dig her fingers in to that would help her ride out the feelings.

She called his name, her head lolling from side to side, feeling weak and almost tearful in her bliss. Trevor could feel her body starting to calm a little and eased off, releasing her from his tight grasp and allowing her hips to continue their twitching and rolling. He planted kisses all over her, his cheeks and chin wet with traces of her all over him that he did not regret for a single second. He found it sexy and heady and it clouded his own mind and all he thought about was holding her in his arms and burying his cock within her.

"Shit…" she cursed as she covered her face, her brain barely able to function as he caressed her lightly and languidly, removing his mouth and planting small kisses upon her thighs and stomach, slowly moving upward before settling beside her, letting her body calm. She appreciated the care he put in to her; the fact that he didn't just stop the second she began to orgasm; the fact that despite that he was still beside her, his hands were still caressing her between her legs, careful not to irritate her by making contact with the areas that were still zinging from her orgasm.

She turned her head to face him, her face was bright red— a mixture of orgasm blush and a little bashfulness filling her out. She averted her eyes immediately. She reached for his hand between her legs to stop him, she just wanted to hold his hand and enjoy the intimacy for just a moment. His hand closed around hers and he looked at her lovingly. "I want to kiss you but… are you weird about that?," he asked with a little chuckle.

She laughed too; it was all she could do to stand how utterly vulnerable she felt now that at least half of her inhibitions had returned. "I don't know…" she murmured but she stared at his moist lips. His damp face was not lost on her, traces of the aftermath of her orgasm still present on his face. She found it so refreshing that there was not a part of him that minded, he seemed to like it, if anything.

"We can test it…" he offered, leaning closer to kiss her softly, lingering, until she could taste her own traces on his mouth. He pulled away slow, his eyes opening and looking in to hers; holding her gaze hypnotically.

"Was that okay?," he wondered, "didn't freak you out or make you feel a bit precious," he joked, knowing just by the intoxicated look she eyed him with, that it was fine.

"Yeah…" she let herself smile, "that was good, kissing you is always good, and that more than okay," she confirmed.

"I hope you got just a little taste of how sweet you are," he told her cheekily.

She had to look away — he was so brazen with his bedroom talk and despite the fact that she didn't feel like it had been too much during the whole experience, she couldn't help but to feel a little coy about it. He let go of her hand and reached up, taking her cheek in his calm. He laid another kiss upon her sweet lips.

"Don't get all shy on me," he nudged her slightly, her eyes to meet his.

"I'm not shy I'm just…" she paused, "I'm still calming down…"

"I like it when you make noise," he decided to be blunt and take the lead, "honestly, it's such a fucking turn on, it made me want you so much…"

"You really went for it," she replied, "I dunno why, but, I wasn't expecting that."

He smiled with satisfaction. "Baby, there is plenty more where that came from," he promised. It also didn't go unnoticed that her hands was traveling lower and lower, gauging his reaction as her palms made their journey down to his crotch, cover him, sliding her hand down his erect shaft.

"Fuck," she murmured with a laugh, "your cock is really something else…" she remarked.

"No, no, it's just a cock…promise," he joked, setting his jaw in a firm line as she gripped him, sliding down to his circumcised head.

She smiled at him. "Do you want my mouth around you?," she asked him bluntly. Even he was taken aback.

"Yes…" he nodded, "but… not this second, I really want to be inside of you, but I can wait until you're ready…"

"I'm ready," she told him sincerely. She was quiet and reflective, maybe she was a little shy but he knew from the way she looked at him and drank him in with her eyes that she wasn't unhappy.

"Are you?," he asked in a way that was almost like a challenge. She swallowed hard and stared back at him, giving him a little nod.

"I want you inside of me," she told him, "but…" she swiped her thumb over the tip of his penis causing his eyes to fall shut for a moment, "go slow". He reached down for her hand and guided it over him for a few moments, showing her what he liked. He hoped he wouldn't upset her or make her feel like she didn't know what she was doing, but it hadn't dawned on him that her feelings might have been put out until after he had removed his hand.

"Sorry-" he apologised quickly.

She chuckled, "Don't be sorry, love," she replied, "its your body, you know what you like, it's kinda sexy, actually," she told him, regarding him with a cheeky smile. "No one knows you better than you."

"You need to do the same, show me if you want me to touch you in a different way to what I'm doing," he added, trying hard to concentrate on his words as his erection throbbed.

"Oh, baby, there was nothing wrong with what you were doing…" she laughed.

Trevor pushed her hand away from his cock gently and rolled away for a moment. "I wasn't sure…" he murmured, getting up out of bed as if he had a bee in his bonnet. He went to his suitcase and rifled around for a moment until he found what he was looking for and returned to her. "Do you want to use this?," he asked.

"What is it?," she wondered, squinting at the small bottle in the dark. Trevor couldn't help but to laugh at her poor vision. He turned the bedside lamp on so that she could see the small bottle of lube.

She laughed, "oh my gosh, how did I get so lucky to be with the absolute sweetest man?," she wondered rhetorically.

"I just thought…" he paused, "I don't know… I wanted to be on the safe side, so it's up to you…"

Olivia had already unclipped the lid and squirted a coin-sized amount in her palm and reached back down, smearing it over his cock, brushing her palm over his head. Trevor dropped down against the mattress and realised as soon as it warmed on his skin that it was the type of lube that enhanced arousal.

"Fuckkk, its… a little too good," he needed to be inside her; he didn't want to lose focus. He took the bottle and squirted some in his own hand and reached down, smearing it between her legs, around her opening. Olivia lost her breath for a second and felt him sidling up to her, kissing her upper arm.

"How should I…" she felt awkward.

"Its okay… just lay back and relax," he kissed her, "let me figure this out…" he slid an arm beneath neck and drew her closer. His no-nonsense, nothing-a-problem attitude continually assured her from the start thus-far and Olivia found him to be nothing short of sweet and comforting even if she knew that she was maybe being slightly precious but she was out of practice and she thought by her age she would certainly have not had the chance to experience sex in the way that he was dishing it out.

He turned to his side and got closer, enjoying being able to see her perfect body in better lighting. "Shit, you look so beautiful," he told her letting his arm curl around beneath her as though he was cuddling her against his side. He kissed her several times in short bursts upon her lips, tasting her tongue and swirling his around her own.

He settled in as close as he could and with his free hand he reached down between their bodies and lifted her thigh a little, pushing her hips slightly forward. He let go, letting her leg suspend in air as he took his cock and guided it to her slippery opening. He let his eyes close shut momentarily as he hissed in pleasure feeling the head of his penis slowly submerge within her. He fought off the temptation to throw caution to the wind and bury himself quickly and as deeply as possible.

"Fucckkk…" she remarked, "fuck, fuck, fuck…" he was thick and a more than a little on the better side of average.

"Is it okay?," he asked, checking with her, "I don't want to hurt you…"

"No… it's fine," she laughed, "its just… wow…" she sighed. He curled his arm around her thigh that had remained out of the way and was just starting to ache. He pulled it back gently, holding it just high enough that he had better access to her. "Keep going," she commanded him, "I want to feel all of you and I don't give a fuck if it's a little uncomfortable."

"Stop it Liv," he chuckled, "I will come in about three seconds if you keep going…" He did as he was told though and continued to push himself in to her inch by inch until he began to feel her tensing a little. He kissed the side of her mouth, awaiting for her head to turn to face him so he could align his lips with hers. "Is this okay? Are you comfortable?"

Olivia ached inside and the size of him sent her in to what she felt was a kind of pleasurable pain as she stretched to fit him. She felt full, her body holding him within an air-tight as the tip of his cock reached a space unmet by any man before. He took her breath away, literally and figuratively speaking and the way that he held her close to him; it felt so loving and intimate. She looked in to his extraordinarily beautiful eyes and nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. He didn't dare move, he didn't want to hurt her and could tell by her expression and her short bursts of breath that she wasn't as sure as she sounded.

He kissed her forehead and her nose and her lips again. "Trevor, honestly, I'm fine, you feel so good inside of me," she told him honestly, "but any bigger and … we'd have a problem."

Trevor lolled his head back and laughed. "Stop saying that, my ego will explode," he joked. "I just really don't want to hurt you."

"Steady soldier, I think your ego is already there…" she told him, caressing his face with a grin, "just fuck me and stop being silly, if women are designed to push babies out, your cock will be just fine, I'm sure…"

He took her word for it and drew himself out of her, taking his time, using all of his sheer will-power not to thrust too quickly. Olivia drew in a deep breath as he pushed himself back in to her, setting off her nerve endings again. She didn't really think that she would feel as much pleasure immediately after coming, but she was surprised by how good it felt as he slid in and out of her thrusting gently.

Trevor saw her wince slightly a few times but as he pushed himself as far in as he could, she could feel a tiny stretch of pain that lasted briefly but twisted immediately to pleasure as the head head of his penis hit the spot inside of her so deep that she reached around, gripping his bicep, digging her fingers in, letting out a soft moan. "Yeah, it's good, its good…" she whispered; breathless and urgent.

He let his mouth find hers as he thrust again inside of her, each time he let his pelvis crush against her soft backside, angling himself just right to ensure that not an inch was of him was wasted. He had her as close as possible, his height giving the advantage that was needed to be able to push her hips forward slightly but allowed the rest of her to remain flat on her back so that they could be close; so that he could hold her and kiss her and see her beautiful eyes.

His tongue swirled hers as he moved steadily in and out slowly and deeply. Her hands were on his face and she enjoyed the possessiveness of his arm beneath her pulling her close. "Fuck," he let his head loll 'til their foreheads touched. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he let out a long, deep sigh.

Trevor couldn't help it, he drew himself almost entirely from her centre before putting more power behind his strong thrust sending himself as deep as he could. It caused her to cry out and clutch at his shoulders; her short nails dug in to his skin. "Oh my goodness, fuck, don't stop," she begged, "I want you to keep doing that," she commanded him, "please," she added as if he might not indulge her request.

"Hold on to me, baby," he replied. She did as she was told, wrapping an arm around him, her hand splayed out over the tight muscles of his shoulders. He plunged deeply within her, the strength of his thrust lifting her slightly off the surface of the bed. She whimpered and caught his mouth each time he impaled her; nothing rough, nothing painful, just using his strength and reading the signs to figure out the threshold.

"Oh my goodness, Trev…" she groaned, "fuck me…."

"I am going to fuck you so hard until you come and you're going to forget your name," he promised. His words felt as sexy and as arousing and flooded them both with a river of her ecstasy. She felt her nerves shooting stars throughout her body that came in waves; some bringing her to the edge before easing back off again.

He continued with the long, slow, strong thrusts, lifting her body each time, catching her mouth, tasting her tongue. He unlinked his arm from her thigh, knowing that she could rest her ankle on his calf and still allow him the same access. He covered her breast in his hand and began to move in and out a little faster. He swiped his finger along the hard bead of her nipple, kneading at her flesh gently. He slid his hand to the front of her waist following his previous path further down until it reached her opening. He let his two fingers find her clitoris again. He didn't want to touch her directly, so he circled around it with the tips of his fingers. She called his name loudly and cursed with pleasure.

"Yeah?," he whispered, "is that okay? Does that feel good?"

"Fuck, be careful, I'm close…"

"Be careful?," he questioned playfully. "Be careful?," he laughed, "Olivia Benson, I want you to come, I want to feel you come all over my cock and I want to come so hard that you feel it here…" he lay his hand flat just above her opening.

"I can't wait to feel you come inside me," she heard the words come from her mouth as if she didn't have ownership of them, but they weren't untrue. Though, it was foreign to her, to have a sexual encounter without a condom or protection and she considered herself foolish for a moment but it was done and she trusted Trevor with his word and she knew he trusted her too. She tried not to get too caught up.

He thrust so deeply that her body went limp and her eyes fell shut. Her hands gripped his flesh tighter. He felt Olivia tightening around him. He knew he was close, her openness to tell him what she wanted was all he needed to hear. He pressed down a little firmly on her lower stomach and thrust again. She cried out in pleasure. He moved faster, plunging in deeply, delving between her legs and each time she screamed in pleasure, digging her nails in and begging him not to stop.

"Come, Liv," he commanded her, "I'm not gonna come until you do…"

She didn't have a choice in the matter, he slammed in to her over and over again and then he felt it; her warmth covering him. She knew he was about to come too, the way he slid inside of her; the way his body became rigid; both of them trembling. She could feel him spilling out of her as his cock twitched, sending another bolt of pleasure between her legs.

"Fuck!," she cursed, "Trev—"

He attempted feebly to keep moving but he was spent; he stayed buried inside of her until every last drop was empty and until her hips had stopped spasming with her own orgasm.

"Fuck, indeed…" he kissed her with exhilaration and breathlessness. For a second there was nothing but silence and labouring puffs for air being exchanged between them. Trevor rested his forehead against her upper arm and took a second to catch his breath, absently stroking her hair. He felt her hands caressing his back, looking for something to busy themselves with as she calmed down.

He began to laugh and pulled away, the reality of what they had just shared finally dawned on him. He kissed her mouth. "Fuck, that was so good…" he announced, slowly withdrawing from her. She turned to face him and dared to look at him. She wanted to say the words out loud but knew it was too much and it would be too trite for her to share feelings with the post-glow of sex. "Well, for me," he added when he saw her eyes surveying him with unspoken words behind her expression.

"For me too," she said softly.

"Promise? You're quiet."

"I promise. You're the first man I've had sex with in goodness knows how long and it's nice," she told him.

"Nice?"

"Wonderful," she replied with a smile. "Overwhelmingly wonderful and if I'm honest, I've never had sex quite like that before and I'm just… taking it all in."

He laughed, "Is that good or bad? I mean-"

"Oh no," she grinned, "it was good," she said, "I think the inhibitions are coming back," she joked but he realised that's all it was - a little insecurity.

"Having sex should be fun and silly and serious when it needs to be and I want you to be having the best time with me," he assured her, "and honestly, this was entirely the best time with you, tonight has been my absolute dream date with the absolute dream woman…"

"Me too," she murmured, "you are everything Trevor Langan," she told him. "No one has ever made me feel like this," she said the words out loud before she realised they were true, "and I have never felt comfortable enough to let them… so that's a huge credit to how vulnerable I'm able to be with you."

He kissed her on the lips and drew her near. "I want to make you feel like that every time we have sex, Liv, not just as the best foot forward, first-time-sex situation, I promise."

She smiled at him and it grew in to a grin. "Stop talking like that," the butterflies had filled her stomach and she knew what that feeling meant and she knew she just needed to find the right time to say it out loud.

"Why?" He asked grinning back, pushing her gently on to her back, straddling her. He was cheeky and teasing and she loved that very nature about him. "What are you going to do about it?"

She laughed, "probably nothing, but it's just really sexy to me — you are really sexy to me…" she murmured.

He leaned over and kissed her again. He rolled off and let himself fall back on to the mattress with a laugh. He was tired and he could see that she was too. She nested against his flank and rested her head in the crook of his arm. He paused for a second and reached down for the blanket and pulled it up over them. He turned the lamp off. "Should we shower?," she wondered.

"Probably…" he chuckled, "but I just want to lay here with you and hold you," he replied. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I don't want this night to end…"

"Let's just put the kids up for sale and run away together… I think Amanda could do with some older helpers," he joked.

Olivia laughed too. "Good plan…" she stroked his face, hanging on to his words.

"When we go back to life…. Can I please call you my girlfriend?," he asked as though it was something she said no to in the past.

She smiled so broadly at him that her cheeks hurt. "Really? Are we having this conversation? Is that what you want?"

"Is it what you want?," he was felt a little nervous, hoping that he wasn't about to be rejected.

"Yes…" she chuckled, a little red in the face. Her smile turned in to an excited grin and goofy laughter. "I think so, I wanna go to work and be like, 'I have a boyfriend,'" she laughed at the stupidity, she knew that she would never make such an announcement.

"I dare you to go in on Monday and write on your wipe board, in a huge marker, 'I fucked Trevor Langan on Saturday night and now we are going steady…'"

They both burst in to laughter and it felt so wonderful. She was content and happy. "As if I would do that!"

"Ok, okay," he calmed down, letting his laughter wear off at the silliness of his suggestion. "What about, 'I have, Olivia Benson, have a boyfriend and I will not be taking questions at this time.'"

"A dare huh?," she pretended to think it over, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"If you do that, and you take a photo of it with at least one of your squad in the picture, I promise to treat you with a full day of child-free sleep time on your next day off and I will take the kids out and when we come back to you later on, I'll bring wine and I will go down on you again and make you come as hard as I did today without anything in return."

She shivered at the idea. "Do you really think you have to do a dare in order for me to tell people that you're my boyfriend? I'm not ashamed of you…I will happily hold your hand and tell anyone that asks that we are dating…"

"I know that, but… I'm just thinking of how unlike you and how out of character that scenario would be."

"Okay," she held out her hand. Trevor lifted his and shook her hand. "Its a deal, I'm not gonna lie the biggest turn on of that dare/deal is that I could have an entire day to sleep."

"Well now you've shook on it, I can tell you that I'll collect Noah on the friday night, I'll take him back to my place if he's comfortable and I can hold the first sleep over of my life as a not-so-single-Dad and how's this…" he was thinking, "I will even have dinner sent to you and you won't have to do anything but rest and relax."

"Shit, I'm ready to write the original thing after that promise," they both laughed. "You don't actually have to do all that."

"I know, but you work long, hard hours and you deserve someone to do this for you, Liv…and I like to take care of stuff."

She kissed him to evaporate the words from her tongue that threatened to spill out. "Thanks…" she murmured.

"Don't thank me," he whispered, kissing her again, "I'm officially your man and I'm gonna always take care of you."

She gazed at him back adoringly, she loved the sound of that.