SIN

Chapter 1

Jesus Christ.

Never would he have imagined that Olivia Benson's hot mouth would be on his, her barely clothed body writhing against him, that breathy moan as his erection pushed against her.

This was the kind of thing that only existed in his dreams, or at the most when he lost the fight to block it out in his thoughts.

He had just been there to protect his partner. He was doing his job and she had been in trouble. Cragen had sent him in to stop the undercover operation. There was word that she was the next target and Cragen was pulling the plug.

The place was called Sin, a high class gentlemen's club for the elite and she had been working there for almost 2 weeks. Women who worked there, lived there. She had no phone, no ID, nothing. There was no way of contacting her other than in person.

She was in charge. Took the bookings, made the appointments and arranged the rooms. Her employment terms specifically detailed that she wasn't there to participate. Just to be the face of the organisation and flirt with the clients. Tempt them into dropping cash on a night with one of their high class ladies. It made him sick knowing perverts were all drooling over her, wishing their $5,000 an hour could be spent on her.

He was dressed in an Armarni suit, under the guise that he was a wealthy stockbroker who didn't have time to meet women and like most things in his life – he bought what he wanted.

The bouncer crossed his arms against his chest as Elliot approached. He looked pissed already.

Elliot cleared his throat as he made it to the door.

"ID." The voice was low.

He tried not to fumble as he reached for his wallet. It was filled with an array of counterfeit documentation. He pulled out the drivers licence of Nicolas Campbell and handed it to the bouncer. Instead of taking the licence the bouncer snatched his wallet and flicked through the contents, pulling out the cards and inspecting the money. He took in the big wad of cash courtesy of the New York police department. After he was satisfied he grabbed the licence and analysed it. Then looked back at Elliot's face in an effort to match it with the photo. He pushed the wallet and licence into Elliot's chest.

"Up against the wall." The bouncer spoke gruffly and he swallowed. This was it, he wasn't fooling him and he would be refused entry.

"Now," he repeated with urgency.

Elliot backed himself up against the wall.

"Turn around."

He turned so he was facing the wall and felt as the bouncer began to pat him down, checking for weapons. There was a debate back at the station about whether or not Elliot should come armed but it was obvious something of this nature was bound to happen.

Once he was satisfied Elliot was clean he motioned to the door and Elliot walked through and up the dimly lit staircase.

When he reached the top he saw what looked like the shell of a reception desk that you'd see at a glamorous office building, only with dim lighting.

He saw her immediately, she had her back to him and was reaching for a file. His eyes couldn't help but skim down the material of her poor excuse for a dress until they rested on her ass. The hem of her dress danced high up her thighs.

A part of him was furious, he had imagined they'd put her in something that would make any sane man want to take her right then and there but this was ridiculous. The dress was so short that if she reached any higher he'd catch a glimpse of her panties. If she was wearing any.

Jesus Christ.

The other part of him felt something he wouldn't dare acknowledge. As his eyes roamed over her long tanned legs up to her bare thighs, he tried desperately to convince himself he was only starring in an effort to portray his character. An objectifying, chauvinistic, pig.

Olivia finally grasped the file she was reaching for and turned around. Her eyes captured his immediately and didn't even flicker at his presence. That's how good she was.

A perfect fucking pokerface.

"Hi," she said sweetly, putting the file down on the desk in front of her. "Welcome to Sin."

She had changed her voice, it was a little higher and breathier he noticed.

"Hey," he managed to get out, aiming to sound casual and failing dismally. His eyes couldn't help but dip to her generous cleavage. The deep red dress was so low cut he could just make out the base of her black push up bra.

She straightened a little in front of him and his eyes flicked back up to hers. She'd seen him take her in like any man would have at a place like this, only she was his partner. He felt like a prick.

"What can I do for you?" Olivia's sweetened voice offered.

His eyes moved around the office front before he stole a glance over his shoulder. He wanted to ensure they were alone. He noticed the rows of doors all with different numbers on them made from what looked like red velvet. Once he was convinced they were alone he turned back to her.

"You can start by telling me your name," he said with a flirtatious edge that felt unfamiliar on him.

He watched as Olivia lent down resting her elbows on the counter and his eyes slid back between her breasts. She had done that on purpose, she had to know the view she was giving him right now would be unavoidable.

Somehow he managed to pull his eyes back up to hers. She'd waited until she gained his eye contact before continuing.

"Lexi," she informed him the moment his eyes met with hers. Her voice was a notch lower, she was flirting with him and although he knew she was just playing the part of her character he was feeling bold.

"Well Lexi," he said moving so his elbows lent on the cold granite of the counter. He hesitated only slightly before letting his hand move across and lightly smooth across her upper arm.

"I'd like a key to one of your rooms," he told her thumbing her upper arm, drawing himself ever so closer to his partner.

"And you."

He watched as her tongue smoothed over her lower lip. They were redder than he'd ever seen them and he wondered how much lipstick would rub off on him he dared to lean in and capture her lips.

She moved then, slowly and his hand fell from it's light grasp on her arm. He wondered if she'd read his inappropriate thoughts and was purposefully creating distance. He watched her pull out a folder and slide it towards him.

It's cover was lined with red velvet.

"You can have any woman you like," she told him softly. "In here." She waited for his eyes to drop to the folder but they didn't.

"Ok," he said under the guise that he was complying. "What page are you on?" His lips slowly curled up into a sly smile.

She stiffened a little then and moved forward opening the book for him. She flicked the pages in front of him one by one and he watched the assortment of women dressed in provocative outfits flick past his eyes.

Teddies, underwear, costumes, S&M outfits, blondes, redheads, brunettes.

"Feel free to browse," she told him still flicking the pages for him.

He reached out quickly, grabbing her hand and stilling it against the book. He watched her breath catch a little in surprise.

"I've made my choice," he said the words in a whisper. He needed her to know he was serious. He needed to get her alone, that was what he had come here to do. To let her know she was the next hit and get her the hell out of here.

She didn't move her hand out from underneath his, she just stared at him waiting for him to continue.

"These women," he began slowly. "They are $5,000 an hour." It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement. He knew the facts.

"For you," he told her letting his thumb play across the top of her hand. "$10,000."

He saw it then the slightest ripple across her features. He couldn't place whether it was anxiety, panic or alarm that was threatening to seep through her deadpan expression. He was trying to read her and failing miserably.

Why wasn't she cooperating? She had to know he wouldn't be here unless it was serious. He just needed to get her alone in one of those rooms so he could explain. His eyes begged her to just comply.

She pulled her hand swiftly from beneath his.

"No," she told him bluntly, her voice no longer breathy and innocent. It was as if it were now Olivia talking to him, telling him to take a hike.

He narrowed his eyes at her, trying to get her to realise he wasn't playing around. He opened his mouth to say something when a door from behind Olivia opened and a man walked out.

"I'm sorry sir, is there a problem?" the burley man asked Elliot.

Olivia bowed her head and was now eying the countertop.

"Yes actually there is," Elliot said a little annoyed. "Apparently Lexi here doesn't think I'm good enough for her."

"Well Lexi isn't a participant here but if the price is right," the man's words trailed off and he watched Olivia's eyes quickly dart up to his. Finally a look he could register, it was panic.

"Did you say you were willing to pay ten grand for 1 hour of her time?" the man's voice rose in surprise.

Elliot's eyes wrestled to understand why Olivia looked so startled. All he had to do was get her alone and out of earshot, then he'd be able to explain.

The man was watching him impatiently, waiting for his answer so he let his eyes rake down Olivia's body, across her breasts and then back up to her almond brown eyes.

"She's worth a hell of a lot more," he said softly.

Olivia closed her eyes and looked away.

His stomach dropped then, something was desperately wrong but it was too late the man was already reaching for a set of keys.

He slid the room key towards Elliot.

"Cash or credit?"

Number 13.

Elliot found the corresponding door to the key he'd been given and inserted it into the lock.

His hands shook slightly. Olivia was standing behind him waiting for him to open it and he could feel the tension slicing through him like a knife. The man at reception was now out of view and yet he could still sense her seething.

He unlocked the door and gently pushed it open, his eyes darting to hers for a second as he waited for her to enter. She hesitated for a brief moment before she walked passed letting out a strained sigh.

As he shut the door behind him he noticed with confusion that the door couldn't be locked from the inside. He turned to Olivia, intent on asking her what the hell was going on. As he turned she was so close his breath caught, she wasted no time moving him up against the door with her body.

He felt her breasts push into his chest and the wooden door rattle beneath their weight.

She grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and tugged his jacket down his arms. She then leant in so close her lips nicked the skin of his neck when she spoke just below his ear.

"Camera, back right, no audio." Her hands moved to his tie and she started to tug it off, he felt her hip press into his crotch and he held his breath. He instinctively he grabbed her waist, trying to subtly distance her lower body from his.

His mind was racing, trying to comprehend just what she was telling him. Just what she was proposing they do.

"If they suspect anything," she whispered her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. She didn't finish the sentence but she didn't have to. He knew – they'd be dead.

He felt her reach down and grasp his belt buckle and start to pull it open. His mouth went dry, he grabbed her wrists then and without thinking pushed her firmly off him. She stumbled back in her heals, trying to steady herself. He could tell she was working in overtime to conceal her look of panic that he was about to blow their cover.

They were alone in this room but they were being watched from afar. He had been a big spender so there would be no question all eyes would be on them. Any slight indication that they weren't who they said they were and things would turn south, fast.

14 dead women in 8 months proved how capable they were.

No wonder she had been so against this. If only he'd listened to the warning in her eyes earlier.

He wasn't sure what his plan was but he needed to get that look of panic off her face before it was too late. He stepped forward and moved his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb smoothed across her skin and he felt her tense slightly at his touch. He let his hand trail further down the column of her neck and she swallowed against his palm. He moved his hand down further until it rested on her collarbone.

His eyes moved to the bed behind them. It had a red velvet comforter matching the hideous decor of this place. His heart was thumping a mile, he needed to tell her she was in danger, that she was next, but he had to get closer to her first to do so. The cameras would pick up that he was talking to her and it could look suspect.

"Lie down," he told her, his voice low.

He saw the flicker in her eyes at his compliance and he wasn't sure if was out of relief or alarm, or both.

She wasn't making motions to move and he wondered if she was now regretting this plan of attack. He wanted to tell her it was ok, that he wasn't going to do anything. He hoped the look in his eyes would convey this but if he could read her eyes before then she probably couldn't read his now. His hand was still flat on her collarbone so he gently nudged her backward.

She moved then and stepped backward, his hand coming off her completely. He watched as she sat on the edge of the bed pulling her body weight up the bed until she was leaning back, resting her weight on her elbows.

He let his eyes trail down her bare legs and he prayed she thought it was just part of the act. Jesus they were long. The hem of her dress was now pooling high up her thighs.

He closed his eyes, he couldn't do this. This was Olivia for Christ Sake. What the hell were they thinking? Only he knew there was no way out of it if he was going to get her out of here alive.

She was lying there with a patient look in her eyes but he could tell his hesitation was causing her to panic, every moment that passed made her fear of getting caught skyrocketed. She obviously had a far greater insight into the place and something was horribly off. He had to move now.

Finally he managed to step forward, the bed bowed beneath his weight as he climbed up the length of her. His heart was thumping in his chest and he felt lightheaded. He wedged a leg between hers and his eyes trailed up to meet hers. He was trying to ease any concern she was feeling right now with a look of assurance but even he knew it was bullshit. They were screwed.

He sucked in a breath, grasped one of her upper arms that was holding her up and eased her down against the mattress.

Her hair pooled around her framing her face and he bowed down letting his lips loom dangerously close to hers, he felt her breath catch. He felt giddy at the thought that he could so easily capture her lips right then and there but there was no way he was going to let it come to that.

Instead he let his lips trail up her neck until they reached the base of her ear. He felt her shiver against him and he tried to ignore her reaction.

"Cragen's pulling the plug," he said the words he had come here to say. "Your next, Voiught's targeted you, it's too dangerous."

He was waiting for a response from her, some sort of reaction to what he'd just told her. His lips lingered at her neck, holding their position while he tried to figure out what he was going to say next. He was still holding his body above hers on his knees and forearms, there was no way he was going to lower himself to lie on top of her. That would be too much.

He felt her hands then, moving between their bodies and grasping his shirt. She tugged it upward and out of his pants and started to unbutton it from the bottom. His eyes closed against her neck, what the hell was she doing. When she got his shirt open she moved up to pull it off his arms but he stopped her, moving up and pulling it off himself. He moved back down making eye contact with her, he needed her to tell him with a look that she had this under control and that she knew what she was doing.

There was that pokerface again.

He moved back down, resting his weight on his upper arms again, he was now shirtless above his partner. She was breathing deeply, he could see the constant rise and fall of her breasts beneath him out of the corner of his eyes. Without hesitation she moved her hand up and trailed it down the front of his chest. His body was reacting instantly, goosebumps breaking out across his flesh.

What the hell was she doing?

She let her hand run over his stomach until she reached his belt. Her hand encircled the buckle and he crashed down on her then sandwiching her hand between their bodies, his bare chest pushing into her breasts. His lower half pressed into her hip and he felt her move her hand uneasily from between their bodies.

He let his mouth fall back to her neck.

"What the - Liv, tell me you have a plan," he said the words so fast and so quietly he wasn't sure if they'd even come out audible.

She used her body then to push him to the side until she'd rolled them over and she was sliding on top of him. A thigh slid firmly between his legs across his groin and he couldn't suppress the groan from his throat. He used his knee to push her legs apart, one falling either side of his body. He tried to control his rapid breaths.

Her lips slid down his neck once more towards the base of his ear and he closed his eyes.

This was not happening.

"You think I can just walk out of here?" she said through gritted teeth. He didn't know if she expected him to answer that because he couldn't for the life of him think about anything other than the fact that she was practically straddling him.

"Touch me," she said the words that nearly made him hard. What the hell did she just say?

Touch her? Touch her where? Jesus Christ.

"Ten grand Elliot, touch me," she rasped, she sounded annoyed, pissed off that he had gotten them in this situation. Now he had to touch her or they'd be dead.

He was shaking now, from adrenaline alone. He wanted to ask her where, but he couldn't. He knew what she was saying, he'd barely laid a hand on her and she was all over him. It wouldn't have looked right. He'd just shelled out ten grand and he was acting like a prepubescent teenager.

What were his options? Her breasts, her ass, her thighs. Jesus Christ he would never sleep again.

He reached out and grasped her upper arm and let his hand run across the bare skin, over her shoulder, down the side of her torso, barely scraping the side of her breast as it continued down her waist, across her hip and down her thigh.

He had assumed her thigh would be the safest bet but as he ran over the silky material he realised quite quickly that he'd hit her bare skin. The dress was short but it had practically pooled at her hip in her position. As he moved his hand back up her thigh he realised he'd taken the dress with him and suddenly his hand was running across the material of her panties at her hip. He froze, he felt her hot breath against his neck waiting for her to call him on it.

He pulled his hand off her then completely, he needed to get control of himself and fast. She shifted then only slightly but enough to rock a flood of pleasure through his lower half. He lost it, sliding a hand behind the back of her neck and pulling her ear down to his lips.

"Fuck Liv, I can't do this," he whispered in a rush, each word jumping on top of the last.

She turned her face then so her lips were skimming his cheek. She smelled like soap and perfume.

"Trust me," she whispered.

His eyes drifted close, he wanted to trust her, god he needed to, but he didn't know how much longer he could control his impending hard on.

Just as he was starting to feel some semblance of hope that she had a plan he felt her lips push into the side of his neck. She kissed and nipped just below his ear and he grabbed her upper arm in an effort to suppress his moan. He wouldn't dare grab her any lower.

Just when he was about to tell her to ease up he felt her drag her lips over his collarbone and his eyes drifted to a close. She let her lips trail down his breastbone streaming kisses further down his torso. He felt her continue to move further down his chest and he bit into his lip.

What the hell was she doing? Was this her idea of buying time?

His eyes were still closed, he couldn't look down at her right now, as she slid her body down his. Her lips were now pressing into his abs and he swallowed a moan. That's when he her hand wrap around his belt buckle and start undo it.

Fuck.

His heart rate soared. He wanted to reach down and grab her but something inside him paused momentarily, the curiosity, he wanted to know how far was she really going to go.

She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. When he felt her begin to tug them down his game of chicken won out and he reached down grasping her wrist. He yanked her up his body.

She called out in surprise, his grip was hard but he needed her to back the hell off. He pulled her until her face aligned with his and his eyes captured her. He narrowed them in on her and she twisted in his grasp. He still had her wrist captured and wasn't letting go.

He pulled her down so their cheeks brushed.

"What. The fuck," he rasped in her ear. He held her there so she'd have a chance to respond, tell him just what the hell she thought she was doing.

She struggled against him, trying to move her wrist from his grip and her face from his. She was twisting so defiantly he ceased both her wrists and rolled her flat onto her back. He felt it then his erection push into her thigh and she moaned into his ear.

Jesus Christ. He was hard, his pants were undone and Olivia was bloody moaning beneath him. His grip on her wrists weren't letting up, he was pissed as hell at her.

What the hell was she thinking?

God he wanted pay back. She could feel the effect she was having on him and it was killing him. She wanted him to touch her? He wasn't holding back any longer.

He let a hand that was capturing her wrist, slide down her arm, run over collarbone and without hesitation slide over her breast. He watched as she bit her lip to stifle her surprise. Jesus Christ his head was spinning. He squeezed her gently and he heard her omit a noise from the base of her throat. The satin material of her dress was thin and he could feel the lace of the bra beneath.

He reached up and grabbed the strap of her dress pulling it defiantly down on one side revealing her bra. He smoothed his hand across her breast again feeling her nipple harden beneath his palm. He ran his thumb across and she twisted against him biting back a moan.

He could tell she was holding back, she didn't want to react to this but he wasn't going to let her get away with that. Not when his obvious reaction to her was pressing into her thigh.

He let his lips push into her neck, kissing her skin and he felt her arch her back, pushing her breast into his palm. He grabbed her bra strap then, damn it, he knew he was crossing some major lines here but she started this. There had been no holding back on her end so why the hell should he?

He pulled the strap down her arm and slid his hand inside the lacy the material and over her bare breast. He heard her reaction then and matched it, moaning into her neck at the sensation as she pushed herself into his hand. He let his thumb drag across her nipple and she groaned, her thigh pushing into his hardness. He muffled the moan into her neck, his hand leaving her breast to grab her cheek.

"Olivia," he rasped in her ear. "Don't." Anger punctuated the word.

He used her name as a warning. It had been a risk, she wasn't Olivia, she was Lexi but he needed her to stop pushing him closer towards the brink or he'd crack.

She wasn't slowing down, or tapering in fact she was pushing him onto his back again and sliding back on top of him. Before her thighs had a chance to make contact he used his knees to push them so they slid either side of his body. He grabbed her pulling her lips down so they hovered dangerously close to his. He gave her a look, hoping she'd read how pissed he was at her right now. Her eyes were taking him in but all he saw was that fucking pokerface.

She had no plan as far as he was concerned otherwise she would have said something. Her plan was just to pass the time torturing him. How the hell had it gotten this far was beyond him.

His hand that was cupping her cheek moved slightly bringing her marginally closer, their noses bumping slightly. He felt it then, her body tense against him, a brief indication of panic at the thought that he might actually kiss her.

He felt drunk with control then, she was on top but she was stiff against his body as he held her lips just moments from his. He moved his other hand up to cup her other cheek drawing a thumb purposefully over her lower lip. He watched as her eyes flickered before narrowing slightly. Half in anger, half questioning.

His heart was thumping madly against her chest, he knew he had her. She'd put him through hell and now he held payback defiantly in his grasp. That's what he kept telling himself, over and over, it had nothing to do with the fact that he had waited a good part of a decade to feel her lips against his.

She was stiffening against him, doing her best to hold herself above him without getting too close but he soon fixed that. He pulled her down swiftly and grazed his lips against hers, his lower lip brushing against her top lip. She pulled back, bowing her head so his lips practically slid across her forehead. He could see the muscles in her upper arms tensing by the second in her pursuit to distance her lips from his but it only spurred him on.

His hands still cupping her cheeks made it easy to pull her back up so her lips were in line with his. She was glaring at him, looking him dead in the eyes as if to say 'do it and die' but he wasn't giving in. He let his thumb smooth across her lower lip, parting them slightly before he let his mouth crash against hers.

She made a noise of protest as his lips seized her lower lip, drawing it between his. He wasn't risking her pulling back so he deepened it immediately, pushing her mouth open with his. She let out a sound, which could have been pleasure or protest he wasn't sure. A hand raked through the back of her neck, sliding through her hair as he pulled her further down on his lips. As his mouth opened hers once more he slid his tongue in and she let out a moan, the noise pulsated right down to his erection.

She had softened only marginally in his grasp as he let his tongue explore her mouth, one hand still clutched her cheek while he let the other hand trail down the smooth of her waist, across her hip and over her bare thigh. He let his tongue trail across her lower lip before he grasped it between his and sucked. She pulled back then, her lips no longer ceased by his, but still suspended above his. Her eyes were closed and his grip on her thigh stiffened at her sudden resistance. His heart began thumping wilding as he waited to see what she was going to do.

"Elliot," she spoke softly, her lower lip skimming his as she spoke. The tone of her voice made him uneasy. He waited, for just what she was going to say. Her eyes snapped open then.

"Don't," she told him defiantly.

His mind spun. Here she was telling him to stop. Stop kissing her after she'd just practically dry humped him. He wanted to push her off him right then and tell her to go to hell. He knew there was no way he could react like that when their lives were on the line.

He did the next best thing. Ignored her. His hand that still framed her cheek pulled her lips back onto his and he kissed her hard moaning against her lips. She tried to resist him subtly so it wouldn't be obvious to anyone watching. Her upper arms stiffened as she tried to pull out of the kiss but his lips grasped hers. His free hand moved then, sliding down her body and purposefully over her ass. She opened her mouth, letting out a noise of disapproval and he used that opportunity to slide his tongue in, moaning as his hand squeezed her ass, pushing his hardness into her lower half.

She moved her leg then, they had been either side of his body but she slid one over so it was between his and her thigh was resting between his legs. He knew what she was doing, he'd made it clear he didn't want her thigh pressing into his erection and she was about to get her own revenge.

He was too quick for her, he drove his tongue into her mouth once more and moved his thigh up, pushing it firmly between her legs against her panties.

She groaned into his mouth and he held her against his thigh, his hand still grasping her ass. He let it move lower until it reached the hemline of her dress and disappeared under the material. He pulled her bottom lip between his as his hand ran over her ass again, sliding across the material of her barely there panties. His mind spun.

She was still fighting him in her own way but seemed to be losing vigour by the second. He wondered how turned on she was, all that moaning and writhing, if he just moved his hand down inside her panties he could find out. She'd kill him.

He opted for moving his thigh between her legs once more, sliding his jeans back and forth across her panties, holding her against him by her ass.

Her mouth that was still wrestling against his, broke free.

"Fuck you," she mumbled against his lips but it was obvious his actions were making her weaken against him.

Her breathing was getting heavy and she was biting back moan after moan. She didn't want to let on that this was affecting her but he wasn't buying a second of it.

He flipped her onto her back then and drove a hand between her legs, running across the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

Her lips were at his ear. "Elli-"

"Relax," he told her running his thumb back and forth just below the seam of her panties.

"I take it were going to simulate this," he whispered in her ear, knowing his hand didn't need to be that far up to get the point across.

"Pretend that I'm…" his words trailed off because he couldn't say it.

Pretend that I'm inside you.

The thought made his mouth dry.

He continued to run his thumb over her thigh despite the fact that the cameras wouldn't be able to see what he was doing.

"Just pretend that I'm-" he started again but she cut him off.

"No," she said quickly and decisively.

His face was against the side of hers and he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"No?" he whispered confused into her ear.

"We're not simulating this," she said quickly in a breath and his mouth went dry. What the hell was she implying? His palms were starting to get sweaty.

He took a moment to try and decipher the situation. His mouth opened and he went to say something before closing it again. Did she really expect him to have sex with her?

He sucked in a breath, moments away from asking her that exact question when she stopped him in his tracks.

"Hit me," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly.

His eyes went wide and he tried clearing his throat.

What the hell had she just said?

"They have a no violence policy here," she whispered, her chest rising and falling against his with every breath.

"Hit me and they'll kick you out."

He closed his eyes. She had not just asked that of him. His hand between her legs had stilled against her for a while and he wondered if he should remove it.

"No Olivia," he had to nip this in the bud and get the thought out of her head. He didn't need time to consider it, there was no way he was going to hit his partner.

He felt her body tense against his in anger but she kept her words cool.

"El," she used his shortened name and he closed his eyes, his nose so close it was brushing her cheek.

"Please," she was pleading with him but it wasn't going to work. He knew she was just sweet talking him to get her to comply.

"Not happening." He pulled his hand from between her legs and moved it up to her shoulder, her bra strap and dress strap was still partway down her upper arm. He traced her collarbone reassuringly before he dropped the bombshell.

"Turn around," he whispered into her ear and he could feel her swallow and hold her breath. She was petrified and it made him feel like shit. He tried to soften his approach.

"Liv," he whispered, his hand now cupping her shoulder softly. "Turn around and I'll.."

Do you from behind.

Even he couldn't finish the sentence and it was obvious his softened approach hadn't worked. He tried for a less subtle approach, grasping the rest of her dress and pulling the material down her body. Her bra came into view and his head swayed, taking in her breasts as he pulled the rest of the dress down until it pooled at her hips. His eyes raked over her abdomen and then back up to her eyes.

He lent in so he could whisper.

"Trust me Olivia, turn around," he was asking her to trust him after he'd just straight out objectified her body. He was just playing a role he kept telling himself.

He'd pooled her dress around her hips so he'd have a barrier from the cameras during the simulation. He prayed she realised that's what he was doing.

"No Elliot, hit me," she said her lips brushing his ear and he sighed into her neck, trying to gain some semblance of control.

"Olivia," he said her name though gritted teeth. "Turn around now." He was annoyed now, he just wanted this to be over some way or another but there was no way he was going to hit her.

He expected her to lash out at him but instead she moved her hands that were by her side and began pulling her dress completely down her body. Before he realised what she was doing she had it pooled at her knees and was kicking it off.

His jaw clenched. She had just done that on purpose, now there was no way he could simulate shit.

He grabbed her then, seizing both wrists and pinning them shoulder height against the bed. Before he had been trying to keep distance between their bodies but he was infuriated at her low blow. He let his hard body sink into hers, feeling every inch of her half naked body against his.

He was fucking hard and he let himself push into her thigh. He felt her tugging slightly at her wrists, which only made him grip them tighter. He was pissed off and irrational.

"Screw this Olivia," he seethed into her ear. "And screw you," he rasped and he felt her breathing quicken, he wondered for a moment if he was scaring her but he was fucking pissed at hell that she'd just decided the direction they were taking this.

"I'm going to fight you Elliot," she started out of breath, her voice wavering slightly. "Hold me down, grab me by the throat, get rough with me," she finished in a whisper.

He closed his eyes and bit hard into his lip, there was no fucking way he could do this. He couldn't think straight, all of his energy was now pooled in his groin.

"I swear to God Olivia," his voice trailed off in a strained whisper.

He felt Olivia tense beneath him in anger at his dismissal but he didn't care, all he could think about was the warmth of her body and the feel of her soft skin beneath his. He wanted to touch her again, it had been a while since they'd moved and he was taking the excuse.

He released one of her wrists and slid it possessively down her collarbone and over her breast. Her breath caught in surprise at his sudden move but she let him run his thumb back and forth across her erect nipple. She was holding back her vocal reaction to his touch but he could feel her hips roll slightly upward and he wasted no time pushing his thigh firmly between her legs until she called out.

Half his name, half a moan.

He smiled against her neck, he was feeling bold and brash and he pulled her bra down exposing her breast. He let his fingers run over the smooth expanse and her breathing quickened. He flicked his thumb hard against her nipple and she twisted beneath him her hip knocking into his hardness.

He moaned into her neck before sliding down to take her nipple in his mouth, she called out in surprise. Moaning openly as he let his tongue circle her nipple, flicking back and forth until she lost it grabbing his shoulder and forcing his face to come up to meet hers.

He looked her dead in the eyes, his lips moist as she glared back at him.

"You son of a bitch," she rose up slightly. "Hit me."

He pushed her back down into the mattress and slid his lips down to her ear.

"I'd fuck you before I hit you Olivia."

The words made him dizzy, he wasn't even sure why he'd said them. He just wanted to get the thought out of her head because there would be no way. She was silent beneath him as his lips lingered at her ear, he was trying to figure out what on earth he could say next.

Jesus he'd gone too far.

He could feel her short bursts of air against his neck as his body held hers into the mattress, his hands still grasping her wrists. He was trapping her body beyond any means of escape and felt like an asshole, he wanted to get off her then give her some space, let her breathe and feel like she had some sense of control in this. The weight of his body must be killing her.

He wanted to apologise more than anything.

She was quiet and that scared him more than her attempt to get him to hit her, she shifted a little beneath him and his lips scrapped against her cheek in the process.

He felt her suck in a breath before she spoke.

"Then do it."

The words came out in a whisper and he swore he could feel her heart beat slamming into his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to make sense of what it was she was telling him. Surely he'd heard wrong, surely he was misinterpreting what she was saying.

He opened his mouth to ask her what she meant but no words came out, then as if she had known he needed confirmation she spoke. She said the words that practically made him choke.

"Fuck me."

Her voice didn't crack but it was strained beneath his weight.

His heart was now racing, thumping madly against her chest and his mouth was dry.

What the hell did she just say?

Those two words were going to haunt him for years, he'd hear them in his sleep, he'd hear them every time she opened her goddamn mouth. She'd said it so straightforward, as if she was telling him to take down a perp, or to make sure he had her back.

Fuck me.

He wanted to cry, right then and there because there was no fucking way out of this and what she was suggesting was boarding on insane. He wasn't going to hit her and he wasn't going to fuck her, there had to be another way.

He thought about getting up then, just getting off her, grabbing his clothes and leaving. What would happen? So he didn't go through with it, would they really corner him on it? Who are they to tell him how to spend his own money?

"Olivia-" he started, unsure where his words would take him.

"It doesn't have to be a big deal," she whispered as if she had been waiting for him to respond so she could defend the suggestion.

Not a big deal? As if any cop would do this to save their partners life. He couldn't believe she would even suggest it let alone encourage it. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? He was beyond mad that the words had even come into her head let alone out of her mouth.

She was still beneath him and he was thankful because all of her writhing and shifting had made his situation south beyond bearable but slowly he was managing to gather some control.

"El," she said softly and he bit into his lip.

Fuck me.

That's all he heard now, her voice, her body, her breathing, it was all Olivia telling him to fuck her.

He relaxed his grip on her wrists and concentrated on his breathing. They had barely moved in ages, god knows what on earth the people watching them were thinking. His eyes were closed and his face was turned into her neck.

He was still hard against her thigh, of course he was. He'd be hard for life now, hard for her. She was being exceptionally still beneath him and he almost felt the need to thank her. If she so much sneezed right now he'd probably come in his pants.

He focused on her steady rise and fall beneath him and wondered if they could just fall asleep like this. What would happen? Would they wake him up when his hour was over?

He thought about the time then and how long he would have been in here, on her, against her. Perhaps he could just wait it out, extend the foreplay until the time ran out. Then he'd be forced to leave. He wouldn't have to hit or fuck her. He couldn't wait that long he decided, whatever time they had left didn't matter because he could barely wait another minute.

He felt her then, her wrists slowly sliding out from beneath his and he let her, partly out of guilt from holding her down for so long and partly out of curiosity as to what she was going to do.

He held his breath as she let her hands trail down the sides of his torso and he stiffened as they ran over his ribcage and towards his hips. They lingered at his hips and he exhaled into her neck.

Jesus Christ he wanted her, so fucking badly. Her hands roaming over his body was intoxicating, he was sick of fighting it. He wasn't going to have sex with her, he knew that much but he was going to lie here and soak this up while it lasted. He'd spent too long thinking about this, dreaming about this, agonising at the thought of Olivia Benson beneath him. He fucking deserved his, even if this wasn't real.

His lips parted and he pressed them against her neck, he felt her relax slightly against him as her fingertips teased at his hips. He felt her thumbs slide underneath the waistband of his pants and he let his lips brush against her neck. She began to tug them downward and he let her, he was done fighting it. He was only human and he wanted to feel more of her body against his.

His jeans and belt were already open so she slid them down his hips without too much resistance. She got them part way down his thighs and he let out a small groan as his cock rubbed against her through his boxers.

His hand found her neck as he cupped it and ran his thumb down the column as his lips danced against the soft skin of her neck.

It would be so easy, so fucking easy. He wanted to know how ready she would be, how worked up and wet she was. It took everything in him not to find out, all he'd have to do is move his hand between their bodies and smooth across her panties.

She moved her thigh then, the one that had been between his leg and shifted so her legs were either side of his body. She used her legs to then push his pants further down his body until they finally slid down and off the edge of the bed pooling onto the floor.

There was so barrier between them now, no safety net. Her legs were spread either side of his body, their lower halves shielded merely by the thin cotton of his boxes and the smooth satin of her panties.

Her hands were still lingering dangerously at his hips, her thumbs skimming the elastic of his boxers. The woman was pure sin he concluded, he'd give anything to know what was going through her head right now.

Did she really expect this to actually happen?

He wanted to kiss her again, he wanted to feel her lips against his and her reaction to him plunging his tongue inside her because he knew this was moments from being over. He knew that outside the confines of these 4 walls, he would never be able to have her like this again. Now however, he had unrestricted, uninhibited access to the women he'd spent the better part of a decade keeping his hands off.

He was a selfish son of a bitch but he was taking this now. His lips moved swiftly off her neck and he moved up making eye contact. He rested his weight on his elbows as he took her in. Her felt her breath hitch at his sudden change in gears and he felt her struggling to control her breathing. He saw it in her eyes, the desire she was trying desperately to mask. She'd told him to fuck her, so that this would end, so that they would both make it out of here alive but it was damn fucking obvious that she just wanted him to fuck her, plain and simple. It made him feel as if he had the edge now, he was now in control of this insanity between them and he was deciding how it was going to end.

His lips crashed down on hers and he pushed her mouth forcibly open with his. He didn't feel her resistance this time, she let him take her. His tongue dove into her mouth and she groaned in response, her hips pushing upward causing jolts of pleasure to vibrate through his cock. He let out a sound that retched deep from his throat into her mouth and all he could think about was ripping off her panties and pushing the length of his hardness into her.

His lips were still glued to hers and he was pulling her bottom lip between his and sucking, he opened her mouth once more and suddenly she was sliding her tongue into his mouth. He groaned in appreciation and slid his tongue into meet with hers. Their tongues wrestled with each other and suddenly he could feel her hand attempting to get between their bodies and into boxer shorts. All he wanted now is to feel her hand wrap around him and wondered if that would be so bad.

Would there be no going back?

He thought about their partnership then. Would anything ever be the same again? Could they still work together? Would she give him some bullshit excuse that because they had to do what they did it was over. Would she walk away from him again? The thought of losing her stopped him dead in his tracks.

His lips dipped back to her ear.

"You're my partner," he said his voice slightly strained. He felt her twist against him at his words, unsure what he was getting at.

"We're not doing this." He confirmed and he felt her body go rigid against his. "I'm walking out of here," he told her purposefully.

"You son of a-" Her voice was a little too loud for his liking but she cut herself off before he did.

"They will kill us Elliot," she said through gritted teeth and he could feel the anger behind the words, what the hell had she seen and experienced here? How capable were these people?

Without thinking another clear thought his hand launched up and grabbed her around the neck. He squeezed just enough to cause a reaction. He was reverting back to plan B and he needed this to look somewhat convincing.

She yelped beneath him, her eyes widened with confusion, her arms instinctively flew up to encircle his wrists and tried to pull him off her. He latched onto her neck and she struggled, clawing at his fingers, trying to pry them off her.

"Get- off me," she yelled, her voice strained from his grasp and for a moment he wasn't sure if she knew this was just for show.

She was using her hands to hit him, swiping at his chest in an effort to free herself before he knew it she had slapped him hard across the face and his hands instantly released her from impact.

She scrambled beneath him, rolling over onto her chest and trying to escape. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to him, his bare chest colliding with her back. She was defiant in her struggling and he was somewhat impressed.

"Let me go," she yelled loudly as she twisted against him, which he assumed was for the benefit of witnesses and not a direct command. She was trying to twist herself off the bed completely but he wasn't letting up so he held onto her. In one quick movement he lost hold of gravity and they fell off the edge of the bed and crashed in a heap on the ground.

She fell onto her chest and he fell on top of her, his erection pressing into her backside. Fuck he was still turned on with all her writhing and it was embarrassing as hell.

He used this opportunity to whisper behind her ear with concern.

"You ok?"

He'd realised she'd fallen face first into the carpet with his insane amount of weight on top of her and she could be in pain. He tried to shift his lower half so it wasn't pressing into her and suddenly he felt a jab in his side as she elbowed him. He winced in pain and rolled over onto his side.

She managed to crawl a fair distance before she started to get to her feet when he launched over and grabbed her ankle, sliding her back towards him. She let out a sound of resistance as he wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her back to him. She used her legs to kick at him but he could tell she was holding back, the slap on the face, the blow to his side, it was all mild retaliation for the sake of the cameras.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do. She wanted him to hit her but that was out of the question. She told him to grab her, hold her and get rough with her, but would that be enough for the cameras or would they just think they were role-playing?

As he pulled her backwards against him, his grip still on her waist, her back fell against his chest and her ass sank into his erection. He felt her body instantly relax against him, her fight leaving her and his nose sunk into the back of her hair inhaling her scent, it was intoxicating. She melted against him and he felt the gentle rise and fall of her breathing as he held her. Jesus Christ, she needed to act like she was in danger, not enjoying this.

"Fight me god damn it," he rasped in her ear but she didn't move, she just lay there against him. He wanted to shake the damn woman.

He cleared his throat and tried a different angle.

"This won't end if they think you want me," he whispered the words, his fingertips subtly moving against the skin at her waist. It had been a bold move, he'd just called her on it. Accusing her of wanting him, being so turned on that she can barely move let alone fight him.

It worked, she felt her tense in his arms and elbow him hard in the gut, a lot harder than she'd done previously and he rolled away clutching his side. She got up scrambling to her feet and he launched after her. Just as she got close to the door he grabbed her and flung her towards the wall. Her arms came up just in time stopping herself from running face first into the wall. He came up behind her, his body caging hers from escape. She moved around and swung at him, he ducked just in time and pushed her up against the wall.

He seized her wrists and held her body captive with his, his lips dipping to her ear.

"That's better," he whispered hotly, he couldn't help but be turned on by her fight. She used her hips to try and push him off her and she tried to twist her body away from him. He closed his eyes, his erection was now pushing into her stomach and all of her writhing was weakening him once more.

"Get off me," she said slightly out of breath, she arched her back trying to twist away from him, her breasts pushing harder into his chest. He moved her wrists together and seized them in one hand and then reached down grabbing her hip, his hands touching the material of her panties. It occurred to him then that he was fighting his partner in nothing but their underwear. He held her against the wall by her hip, separating their lower halves in the struggle.

"I said get off me," she rasped, getting more agitated by the minute. He couldn't figure out if this was part of the act or if she really wanted him off her. She struggled to pull her wrists from his grasp, tugging and twisting.

"Make me," he told her directly. Not as a threat but to let her know that was up to her.

She twisted more intently at his blunt response and let out an exasperated groan at her frustration. He could tell she was nearing the edge.

He moved in closer about to say something when she beat him to the punch.

"Loosen your grip Elliot, unless you want me to knee you where it hurts," she rasped. Her thigh was between his legs and he wondered if she meant she had no way of defending herself unless she resorted to that, or if she really was going to knee him in the balls.

He was going to risk finding out so he loosened his grip and she wasted no time pulling her wrists from his capture and slapping him hard across the face.

His hand came up to soften the burn and she grabbed the lamp that was resting on the side table and yanked it out from the power point. He turned just in time to see it coming down at him, he reached out and grabbed her wrist just before it hit him. The lamp hit the floor and he pushed her onto the bed. They came down in a heap as the mattress bowed beneath their weight and he grabbed her chin, holding her so he looked her dead in the eyes.

"What the hell was that?" he yelled a little too loud.

She blinked a couple of times but didn't answer him.

"Strangle me with the chord of the lamp," she said in a whisper and his eyes narrowed in on her. She couldn't be serious. He pulled his grip from her chin and she swallowed.

"If you're not going to hit me, strangle me," she told him firmly.

He knew what she was saying, their pathetic attempt at a struggle was registering shit, if they wanted to make an impact, he had to make it seem as if her life was on the line.

His eyes searched hers for a brief moment as he struggled internally with having to take this to the next level. He could tell she knew this was hard for him, but there was no other way.

He moved off her quickly, before he had a chance to change his mind and grabbed the lamp from the ground. He watched as she too moved off the bed portraying her attempt at an escape. He held his breath as he pegged the lamp, missing her head by mere inches and shattering against the wall behind her. Her mouth dropped open at what he'd just done and how close she was to reaping the impact.

He didn't have time to think about it, he knew he had good aim and thank god it paid off. He moved quickly, grabbing the chord with a broken piece of the lamp still attached to the end. He launched at her grabbing her around the waist, almost tackling her in the process and she let out a shriek. He wasn't sure if it was real or she was putting it on but he prayed it was the latter. She struggled against him, making sounds of protest as he managed to wrap the chord around her neck. Her hands came up immediately trying to defuse the tightness.

He pulled the chord a fair amount, he wasn't sure how tight he had to do it to make it believable but he needed a reaction out of her so he squeezed it a little tighter. A strained howl escaped from her lips and Olivia almost lost her footing and fell to the ground. He used his body so that she fell against him instead and he loosened it somewhat.

"You ok-" he whispered into her hair but she cut him off.

"Help," she screamed it still tugging at the chord and he was praying she was just a good actress.

"Help me!" she continued, it occurred to him then that he should probably silence her as that would be what would happen in a situation like this. Just as she was about to scream again his hand came up covering her mouth muffling her cry.

She continued to scream against his hand, the muffled protest would have barely been heard now. He wanted so badly for this to be over. What the hell was going on? Why wasn't anyone rushing to her aid? He knew this was just an act but it wasn't easy, he still felt like shit, it still felt a little too close to home, they saw this kind of thing everyday.

She was still struggling and moaning her concern but it was getting weaker by the moment. Just as he was about to ask her what they should do next he felt something against his hand. His eyes narrowed, his hand covering her mouth was damp and he realised quite quickly that the warm liquid running over his hands were her tears.

Fuck.

He immediately loosened the chord at her neck and his hand from her mouth. She dropped then, her whole body fell to the floor, he launched forward to catch her but he wasn't fast enough. She hit the floor face first. He moved quickly, turning her onto her back, her eyes were closed and there were mascara stains part way down her cheek. His heart was thumping a mile as he reached out to check her pulse, his hand was shaking as he held two fingers firm against her neck for one, two, three –

The door burst open suddenly and a flood of men came in dressed in back, armed with guns, screaming at him to get down on the ground. He complied immediately, holding his hands up in surrender and bowing close to the ground. The panic of the situation was overwhelming, what the hell had happened to Olivia, one moment she was struggling, the next moment she was limp in his arms. He couldn't have been squeezing the chord that tight, could he?

The last thing he heard was one of the men talking to another before the cold hard metal of the gun hit him square in the temple.

"Take her."

TBC