A/N: I love a good, angsty E/O piece as much as the next person, but some light-hearted fun is always good, too. This idea kind of popped into my head and I thought it would be fun, as well as a nice change of pace, so what the hell? The concept of this story is slightly-AU; no Kathy or baby for El, no boyfriend and near-rape for Liv. This is my first attempt at smut, so be kind. As always, reviews are much appreciated, flames are not. If you have any advice, I'd also love to hear it. That being sad... enjoy!

Disclaimer: Once again, I am sad to report that I own nothing aside from a computer and my muse.

These Games We Play;
Chapter 1 -- Catalyst

He leaned back in his seat, staring at his partner as she typed away at her computer. He couldn't help but smile at how absorbed she was in her work, unlike him, who had been sitting like this for the passed five minutes, finding every excuse not to finish writing his report.

She was very much aware of his staring, trying her best to conceal the smirk which threatened to spread across her face. She ignored him, purposely teasing him. She really did have work to do; the sooner it was finished, the sooner she could go home and the sooner his hands could replace his eyes.

His thoughts were interrupted when a window popped up on his own monitor. Sitting upright in his chair, he read it closely.

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With a click of his mouse, he opened the e-mail in question and groaned once he finished reading it, looking over his monitor to see that pleased smirk plastered on her face, as she innocently continued to type.

Finish up so we can get started.

It was a side of her which he hadn't seen before. A side he wanted to see more of. Ever since they started dating, it was like there were two Olivia Bensons; the SVU detective who so selflessly devoted her life to bringing justice upon rapists and abusers, and the unpredictable woman who everyday surprised him a little more about how much he didn't know. He loved them both, and flirted with the idea of getting to know her a little better.

Of course, no one knew they were dating. It was forbidden, which made their escapades that much more thrilling and that much more frustrating. It had been nearly three weeks, and no one had realized a thing, despite the fact that he was practically burning a hole through her clothes with his eyes and despite the fact that every time she glanced at him, he grew a little bit harder until he was forced to relieve himself in the men's room. It surprised him that no one had accused him of having the bladder of an eighty year-old woman.

He quickly started typing, but not adding to his report like they both know he should have been. "Two can play at that game, Benson," he thought to himself, pressing the "send" button with his own satisfied smirk.

When that same window which had popped up on his screen moments before made an appearance on her own, her grin widened. She knew damn well it was him, most likely trying to proposition her. She opened the e-mail, more than willing to accept his challenge.

It's already started.

She looked up from her screen, her brown eyes meeting his icy blue ones which were already clouded over in desire, sending a shock straight down to her core. Every time he looked at her like that-- like she was his next meal-- she wondered how she managed to survive without him inside of her.

Looking over, she noticed Fin was at his desk, busy working on his own paperwork, as was Lake. Munch was nowhere to be seen and the Captain was on the phone in his office. Aside from their four closest colleagues, the precinct was empty. It was fairly late and they were usually the last ones to leave. Seeing how everyone was so occupied, she determined that it was safe to play.

He was still eating her alive with his eyes when he noticed her do a sweep of the precinct with her own, looking for spectators and finding none. Her eyes met his again and he saw something gleam in them before the look of satisfaction on his face was replaced by one of shock and agony.

He slowly felt something begin to slide up the inside of his leg. It didn't take him too long to figure out that the culprit was her foot, which she had evidently slipped out of her shoe for the soul purpose of driving him insane.

His eyes slammed shut as she inched dangerously close to his now stiff manhood. He never thought that a woman could be capable of doing this to him. Then again, he never thought that he'd one day be dating the object of his desire since before he could realize it. With his head rolling back, it took every ounce of willpower he had not to groan in pleasure and attract unwanted and unexplainable attention to himself.

Her own smirk grew, covering her entire face until it outmatched even the Cheshire cat. She loved that she had this effect on him. It made her feel… special. She had been with many men before, all of which moaned when she touched them and begged when she didn't, but they never made her feel like she was the only woman on the planet. How was it possible that anybody could make her feel like that?

She continued to inch her foot up higher, until it stopped to message his inner thigh, a mere inch short of its destination. His eyes opened again, meeting hers, and although his face displayed a blissful sense of agony, his eyes told a different story which caused a surge of wetness from her folds;

Just wait until you get yours.

And she couldn't wait.

But for now, it was her turn to torture him, so her foot began its ascension again as he threw his head back when she finally made contact…

"Stop writing love letters and get back to work," Much interrupted, grabbing Olivia's shoulder and gently jerking her in a teasing manner.

Her foot immediately found its rightful place on the ground again as she slipped it back in her shoe, and kept her head down, careful not to let Munch see the light blush which had spread across her face. Elliot, meanwhile, had taken Munch's joke a little less lightly.

"Thank you, John." His voice was low and harsh, like the one he usually used when they were interrogating a suspect.

"Not a problem," Munch replied, heading back over to his desk without learning of their little rendezvous, "Is it just me, or is ADD becoming more common in adults these days?"

"If by ADD, you mean Aching Dick Disorder, then it sure as hell is. Especially with her sitting across from me, looking at me like that…," he thought to himself as he wiped the sweat off his brow and sat upright in his chair.

"El's just having a little trouble concentrating. Isn't that right?" she teased, running a hand through her brown locks.

He tried his best to fake a smile, when all he wanted to do was throw her down on her desk and make her regret having ever started what she didn't intend to finish, "Yeah. Liv's having a little trouble keeping her feet on the ground herself."

Her smirk was immediately replaced with shy gaze in his direction, which almost made him forgive her for torturing him. It was funny how she could do that; be so mischievous one minute, then act completely timid the next.

"Well, at least Liv's done her report," Munch replied, "I'm willing to bet you're not even half way through yours."

Elliot laughed, shaking his head, "Liv's not done. Why do you think she's still here?"

"She handed her report in to Cragen an hour ago. I was there," Munch said, "Besides, why do you care whether or not she's done? You have your own ass to worry about."

He directed his eyes back toward her, noticing that she was now standing, throwing her jacket around her shoulders and preparing to leave. The look of confusion which registered on his was priceless, though she wouldn't know, hiding safely behind her hair.

"Wait a second," he started, standing so they were on the same level, "You've been done this whole time? Then what have you been doing?"

Her shyness vanished, replaced by a devilish look in her eyes as she silently waved goodbye and headed out the door.

"Didn't you hear me?" Munch said, rolling his eyes.

It didn't register to him what Munch was saying until a window popped up on his screen once again. He looked over to Munch, who now had his nose into his work. Fin and Lake were laughing, shaking their heads as they finished up their own papers.

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These silly games we play,
I could play them night and day,
And if you meet me in an hour,
Then I'll let you have your way.