Disclaimer: Dick Wolf owns everything; I own nothing. But these characters need help. Badly.

Rating: M

With all of the rumors flying about Benson getting promoted, my brain took a little detour into smut-land. Here's my take on what would happen when Benson gets promoted.

Who Wears The Pants?

Olivia pushed Elliot against the wall kicking her front door behind her. After twelve and a half years, it had finally happened; they were no longer partners. And she wasn't about to waste a moment.

They were no longer partners, but she was now his boss. As her lips crashed against his, he tried desperately to push that thought from his head. He felt her tongue lash against his lips, seeking entrance. She pushed her body flush with is and rolled her hips forward making her intentions quite clear. He leaned his head back against the wall, breaking contact with her.

"I can't do this, Liv," he said. She pulled back. He had raked his eyes over her body for over a decade, and now that she was ready to give him what he wanted, he was backing out? Was he serious?

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"You…you're my boss," he said. Oh, of course. That macho streak to Elliot would have to rear its ugly head over this.

"How about this, then," she suggested. "At work, I'm in charge. But outside of work, you can have all the control." Elliot stared into her brown eyes darkened with desire. Yes, that could work. Elliot gripped her by the forearms and twisted them around, pinning her against the wall. She whimpered as he captured her lips again with his.

Elliot pushed her blazer back over her shoulders and tossed it aside. The tight blue shirt she wore underneath fit her like second skin. She moved her hands from his forearms, running them up the length, and connecting behind his neck. His fingertips played along the hem of her shirt, before lifting it up and over her head. His hands immediately returned to her body, exploring the newly exposed bare skin. She inhaled sharply as his fingertips danced across her stomach, causing her muscles to ripple involuntarily.

"Where do you want to put it?" Liv asked, when their lips parted.

"You're serious," Elliot whispered to her. Olivia turned in his arms once more, feeling his chest against her back. She wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Very," she answered. Elliot's hands found the button on her pants and flicked it open. She sighed and leaned back into him as he lowered her zipper. His right hand reached inside, searching for the juncture between her legs.

"Spread your legs, babe," he whispered to her. She obediently widened her stance. His fingers found her soaking wet. Elliot pulled his hand back, eliciting another whimper from Olivia. Without warning, he pushed her pants down her legs and pulled them off, along with her shoes and socks, leaving her in just her bra and panties. In the same deft movement, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom, depositing her on the bed.

She rolled to her side, demurely crossing her legs while he shed his shirt and pant, leaving only his boxers. As he approached the bed, she sat up and reached for the elastic band, looking up at him questioningly. He ran a hand through her hair as she licked her lips. He nodded, and that was the only sign she needed. She slipped the fabric over his stiff erection and slid it over his thighs onto the floor. God, he was big. He was bigger than anyone she had ever encountered. She took him into her hands and licked the underside of him before taking just the head between her lips.

"Oh, God, Liv…" he moaned. She couldn't fight as the corners of her mouth tugged upwards into a proud smile. She swirled her tongue around the head, paying careful attention to the sensitive underside before inching her lips down ever so slowly. Elliot wound his hands into her hair, guiding her. She found a rhythm easily, adjusting her tempo based on the sounds coming from deep inside Elliot's throat. Shifting positions slightly, she straightened her neck as best as she could, and took him farther, until her nose connected with his pelvis. She swallowed several times, massaging him with her throat while reaching up to cup his balls.

"Liv, baby, I can't…God…" Elliot was practically incoherent, but he wanted this to last. He needed this to last. Olivia eased herself off of him and laid back as he moved to straddle her. He nibbled at her ear and was immediately rewarded with a gasp from her. His mouth started a journey down her neck and over her collarbone. He wanted to taste every inch of her. He kissed over the lacy fabric of her bra, causing her breathing to become harder and more erratic. She held his head to her chest, silently encouraging him to continue. He lifted her just enough to release the clasp on her bra and toss the garment aside. Immediately, his lips found her right nipple and latched on. He tongued the tender flesh to a tight peak. Olivia's head was reeling. She was close to coming, and he had barely gotten started with her. Elliot released her and turned his attention towards her left nipple. He worshipped it in the same way he had treated the other one. His right hand had replaced his lips on her breast. Olivia had always had particularly sensitive breasts and the added stimulation was causing her to thrash. She wasn't sure if she wanted more of his exquisite touch, or if she wanted to back away before the sensations completely overwhelmed her.

Elliot had wanted to take his time with her, but they were both close. He left her chest and moved to hover over her so his eyes could look directly into hers. He lined himself up with her already soaked entrance.

"Ready, baby?" he asked. She nodded, and he thrust slightly. She cried out and closed her eyes. "No, honey, keep them open. I want to watch." She forced her eyes open at his request. He gave another thrust and pushed in another inch. Her cry was louder this time, but she kept her eyes open. He was stretching her. It wasn't exactly painful, but both of them knew they needed to start slow. Excruciatingly, painfully slowly, Elliot inched his way into her until he pelvis rested against hers.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I just need a minute," Olivia said. Elliot took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her once again. She wiggled slightly, and he took that as a sign to move. He started slowly, moving slightly, building into a more vigorous pace. Olivia was stretched to the limit, and he was hitting spots on her she didn't even know existed. Her head lolled as he continued to push into her, every thrust pulling another moan from her lips. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into her. Using one hand to balance, Elliot sought out Olivia's clit with the other hand and latched onto her neck with his lips. He sucked hard on the flesh, marking her. He knew she was on the edge. She couldn't manage a coherent word anymore.

"Come for me, Liv," he whispered in her ear. She needed no further urging. Her body spasmed and she clamped down on him in an almost vice-like grip. Her orgasm was so powerful, he had to stop moving because she had effectively restrained him. She screamed out something vaguely resembling his name, riding wave after wave of ecstasy. As she came back to earth, he started to thrust gently again. He was close, too. He thrust, once, twice, three more times before spilling deep inside her.

He couldn't believe what they had just done. It was more spectacular that all of his wildest fantasies. He stayed inside her for a moment, reveling at the sight of her. Her hair was mussed and her face gleamed from perspiration. She couldn't have been more beautiful.

"What?" she asked, breaking him from his trance.

"You know what, Liv? I think this new arrangement just might work out after all," he said, before leaning over to kiss her again.

What do you think? More? I have a few more ideas, and I'm open to suggestions. Should I leave this here or make a series of oneshots?