No Rights: I don't own SVU, I don't own these characters, I don't own nothin'.

Disclaimer: Rated "M" for a reason, probably more than "M" *shrug* Some S/M is present, probably more than some *shrug* It's a steamy little number more erotica than romance. Enjoy!

Quickie: Light S/M makes an appearance.

Part 1: The office

"Alright, after re-interviewing the Wilshire's son tomorrow I'll head back to the center and talk to any volunteers we may have missed."

It was strange, Alex asking Olivia to stop by her office for such trivial updates. Usually she spoke to Cragen about these details and brainstormed with him about the next step- investigative and legal. Chain of command and all that, but she had called fifteen -minutes before Olivia was going to leave and the detective wouldn't pass any opportunity to be in her presence.

Their conversation had been nothing noteworthy. Just re-iterating what Cragen had already requested based upon what Alex had requested. Olivia was sitting on the love seat, leaning a little forward, her elbows resting comfortably on parted legs. No airs in her black slacks and tight blue cotton tee- while Alex sat on the edge of her desk. This was one of Olivia's favorite images and tonight was no disappointment. The young ADA was in a burgundy button up, three undone, and dark grey pencil skirt. It had two small slits on either side that ended at her knees. Her legs were crossed at the ankle and her shoulders were slightly raised from holding up weight- causing her chest to push out. Alex had rarely broken eye contact through-out the mundane conversing but when it did occur Olivia used the time well and traveled up the toned calves, occasionally resting on the kissable collar-bone. With only one floor lamp on in the room Alex's skin almost glowed a ghostly white.

"Is there anything else?" Olivia didn't really want to ask, it meant she would be leaving soon, but the exchange had reached a long lull.

"Yes actually."

Alex rose for the door. Olivia was about to get-up, taking this as a signal to head out, but her movement was interrupted by the distinctive 'click' of the lock. As the detective raised a single eye brow, Alex turned around slowly and leaned into the door as if trying to push it further shut. Her hands were turned back, fingers wide, with one leg bent- allowing her heel to lay flat against the wood. The lighting didn't really allow Olivia to see through the square framed glasses, but the shift in the gorgeous blonde's body language was noticeably . . . feral. Alex allowed the confusion to dwindle before breaking the silence.

"Place your hands palm down by your thighs."

Though her voice's register dropped a half-step, each syllable was perfectly enunciated- as they always were. Olivia's dry throat made it difficult to swallow the lodged lump. Placed there by what appeared to be a swift turn of events.

"What?" She couldn't have heard her correctly.

Alex didn't respond right away. She savored the charged moment in stillness, never leaving the questioning deep-brown eyes. After having her fill she gracefully pushed off the door. As she sauntered towards Olivia her long elegant fingers began working a delicate dance down her blouse- releasing one button after another.

"Place your hands palm down by your thighs."

She repeated herself verbatim, as if her fingers were acting of their own accord. Olivia wasn't sure if her imagination had finally won out over reality. She was unable to trust instincts when it came to the ADA- they were tainted by hormonal urges. But Alex was taking off her shirt, wasn't she?

"Alex? I-"

"Alexandra-" was the swift correction.

"-and I will not repeat myself a third time." By now the last button had been undone.

Though her words were stern Cabot's hands remained graceful- pulling corners slightly to even out the silky cloth, leaving a thin strip of skin to view. Olivia, despite the deep wet stir of anticipation, was afraid to let her gaze wander from the hidden stare. A survival instinct that insisted she know what the other person was thinking. She needed collected observations to gain bearing and eyes always gave the biggest tell. Yet, without her mind's consent, her hands willingly rested in the ordered position- on either side of her slightly spread thighs. As soon as they hit the couch Olivia felt another deep stir.

Alex tilted her head, acknowledging the compliance. She would have praised Olivia but it was apparent her body was acting of its' own accord. She then walked a little closer, just out of arms reach, and noted the heavy rise and fall of the detective's chest- a show of conflicted arousal. Her look shifted up into Olivia's glossed over eyes and stayed there while methodically removing her glasses- gently letting them fall onto the coffee table. The slight thud seemed deafening and distant to Olivia, who was now melting beneath the icy fire of her desire's scrutiny. She was trying to process the hunger behind those crisp lagoons when a movement around Alex's chest distracted her. A right hand was lightly traveling around her collar-bone and caressing the slight peak of cleavage created by breasts. Alex continued to observe Olivia's reaction to the subtle selfish grazes and felt a twinge at the almost undivided attention.

This is happening. Olivia could barely manage a thought, transfixed by the hand's meanderings.

"You always look but never touch." There was a smirk behind Alex's words as her left hand joined the right- slowly parting the curtain of burgundy.

"Always want but never act." The wetness that was inside started to dampen Olivia's hidden lips as she was given audience to Alex's black lace bra, to the pale shadows around her ribs, to the promise of a toned abdomen beneath the high-waist skirt. She wanted to be those hands, better yet- wanted to have her own hands relieve them. And now those slender hands were rubbing down her hips roughly and slowly- until they abruptly stopped and tensed.

"It's cruel." The sharp low tone startled Olivia. Her mind snapped to attention and back into those gleaning eyes. She didn't see anger behind the blue but aggression.

"Making me feel like I'm being undressed but never undressing me." Her hands released their tension and started to clutch at her skirt. Olivia couldn't focus anywhere else as the hem line raised inch by inch, Alex bunching it up in fistfuls, revealing more and more of her shifting creamy white thighs.

"Making my heat rise but never feeding the flames." Alex was pleased that, although she was at this time directly in front of Olivia, only the detective's view had done any movement.

Now that she had more freedom of motion she daintily bent her right knee and rested it directly on-top of Olivia's down turned palm. She stayed there for a moment; enjoying the increase of heavy breathing it elicited. Enjoying the false sense of security her right hand created as she gently threaded fingers through her prey's short hair. Alex leaned down, slightly increasing the weight, and stopped pursed lips millimeters from her left ear. Punctuating with a low pin pointed hum-

"Making me feel like I'm being fucked but never giving me release." She let the sensual sentence and sensation of breath linger before acting.

Her left hand forcefully grabbed Olivia's right shoulder as she swiftly swung her left knee and drove it into the other arm with precise momentum. Through this movement, the hair she had been caressing was given a harsh rash tug. She was almost snarling as the detective's head jerked back. The quick cry of pain that shot out of Olivia's mouth was a half moan, low and hoarse. Provoked by the sudden straddle a primal urge took over and Olivia hungrily dove towards the breasts so close in front of her. Instead of receiving milky white flesh her head snapped left, this time from a rigid slap. A throbbing burn mingled with the sting.

"You don't get to touch."Alex gave in earnest response to the angry and confused target.

Olivia didn't move, but she didn't look away either. She wasn't sure what exactly was happening but her body was sure it didn't want it to stop. Cabot kept her grip tight in Olivia's hair, looking down into her, through her. Momentarily satisfied that the detective was reigned in a little Alex began a non-committal grind with her hips. The action caused additional pressure to Olivia's arms and every time the ADA's center was inches away from her sex the arousal was marked with a sharp shot through their bones. Alex started to slow her undulation as Olivia's thighs spread a little more with each gyration- never breaking eye contact, never reacting, never giving an inch for the detective to decipher. Olivia could feel the rousing build of want and the denial of anything but this limited, painful, and impersonal contact seethed frustration within the pleasure. Her legs spread far enough that Alex's crotch grazed rough fabric. The tormentor finally showed enjoyment and tilted her blonde head back with a moan. Olivia tried to take the opportunity to wriggle free and find satiation through kissing the gloriously exposed long neck.

Sensing the disobedience about to take place, Alex immediately pushed her weight forward again and brought another back-handed slap across her face. It was followed quickly by two more with the same cadence, alternating cheeks. Olivia was unsure what hurt more, the pulsing in her arms or the pulsing in her cheeks. While she recovered from the assault Alex efficiently unbuckled the leather belt beneath her roughly as she re-iterated sternly-

"I said you don't get to touch."

Alex could see, to her amusement, the clouded fury behind Olivia's darkened brown eyes. Her cheeks were bright red with a purple coming through the olive skin. The red and purple were Alex's doing, the brightness- Olivia's brash anger.

"I could take you." Olivia husked out in response, amazed that even in her impassioned threat a small whimper harmonized with her defiance.

Alex let out a soft wet laugh as her right hand regained its' hold of the short dark hair and her left pointer finger caressed the beautifully painted cheek. The light touch created a numb tickling sensation and it threw the detective off guard again. All these feelings were familiar yet foreign. Her senses constantly seemed at odds while working in tandem towards the same goal- pleasure.

"Correction, you could have taken me." Alex's finger traced a line down Olivia's jaw, neck, and chest. The pressure was only light enough to indent the cloth- a remembrance of touch, not a promise; a stark contrast to moments before.

"But you didn't." Olivia's breath caught as she felt the hand softly unbutton her pants.

"So now . . . "- her face was in a heated pain but the throbbing became drowned out by the subtle sound and feeling of her zipper coming down.

"I'm taking you." She was being punished for her inaction. She was being deliciously, achingly, wonderfully- before Olivia could finish the strain those exquisite hands interrupted. Even as they squeezed into her slacks the fingers had an enviable grace.

As Alex found the wetness that had pooled there she released a small amazed gasp. As a single finger enjoyed running up the warm, slick, slit she moaned in tandem with Olivia's shuddered response. She could feel the build of want there already and the realization caused her forehead to lean onto Olivia's, soft hair tickling the detective's jaw.

Lost in the tactile travels around moist folds Alex was almost caught off guard. Olivia- grasping for more, wanting impatiently for more, tried again to make gratuitous contact. This time the toned tease actually had the audacity to go for a kiss. The authoritative Cabot wrenched her hair with such force the only reason none tore out was the volume contained within her fist. Olivia bawled, a small tear releasing from the corner of her eye. Alex interrupted the dramatics with a tight pinch to her erect clit while in the same moment biting down hard at the exposed skin between her chest and shoulder. The cry instantaneously became a stifled wail of bliss. Olivia never knew that place was so sensitive and the sharp hold amplified the sharp pinch. Her body began fusing piercing pleasure with piercing pain as her breathes sprinted through puckered full lips.

Alex was electrified by the response and reveled in the tumultuous ride a top- never releasing the grip on Olivia's hair, never lightening her carnivorous vice, never shifting her press on the hard pearl. Olivia unknowingly was the cause of any additional raw shot or tantalizing twinge while incessantly rocking. Cabot just had to continue her hold. As her victim calmed to some degree Alex unfastened her mouth and licked the red copper drops left on her lips. The fingers that had been pinching Olivia's clit now lengthened. They rubbed her slit with the same lazy speed as before but now with slight additional pressure. Two fingers continued their laps as one rested its' tip teasingly at her cunt. Olivia's body freed all remaining tension and melted into the caresses. A moan surfaced from her core- then everything abruptly stopped. A whine escaped her throat as Alex withdrew her hand.

"One more time and I leave you craving." She stared at Alex, imploring. She was afraid to plea, afraid to move, afraid to do anything that would stop what had been started. She would be left craving. She would be left with a craving she didn't know how to satisfy, how to request.

With a sneer smile Alex brought her three moistened fingers up and held them in the narrow space between their faces while trailing her upper lip with her tongue. Olivia unintentionally whimpered. Alex's tongue retreated back into her mouth and she raised a reproachful eye brow- leaving the fingers where they were, daring her to fuss again. Olivia forced controlled breaths and stared directly into the blazing blue eyes. She wanted Alex to see how hard she was fighting, how good she was being despite how much she wanted. How much Alex had made her want. Satisfied, Alex's tongue repeated its' trail then the tip licked lightly. She saw fierce passion flash through dilated pupils but the detective remained still. Still holding onto her hair, still inches away, Alex brought the fingers into her own mouth and savored the salty, earthy taste. There were no added theatrics as she licked and sucked, she was truly just enjoying the liquid arousal- making it even more difficult for Olivia to control herself. After substantial appreciation Alex pulled her fingers from her mouth, scraping the skin with her teeth to get every clinging morsel. As she delivered the hand back to Olivia's sex-

"Good."

Her fingers began to move with purpose. Rubbing Olivia's slit, circling her erect clit, teasing her cunt, eliciting wave after crescendo-ing wave of pleasure. She even allowed Olivia's hips to grind in participation. And Olivia knew this was true, she was being allowed. Even though each gyration added to the pressure Alex's knees had on her arms, the pain had become drowned out by the energy pulsating from her very center. No, the pain wasn't a background player, it was a full on member-harmonizing with the pleasure; enhancing it. Olivia couldn't analyze this anymore, couldn't focus anymore. Every sense was heightened; every sensation was melding into another, and another, and another.

Alex kept her forehead against Olivia's, occasionally tilting her head to the side and gasping at some treasure of a felt twitch, of wetness, of sound. Her other hand continued its' forceful hold of Olivia's head, releasing on occasion, then with a light reaffirming tug regaining its place. Sometimes it let go all together and gave another quick tight slap to her cheek. Each slap occurred right as Olivia's clit felt it was about to hit too high a pitch. Each slap made it so her clit could scream higher and higher than thought possible. Alex leaned slightly back for each one, causing a finger to almost enter each time. Never giving the satisfaction of being filled- only magnifying the build. The pace increased when Olivia needed it to, increased when Alex felt or heard a subtle response that told her it was time to. Their breathing increased with the physical exertion, with the tight space they were confined to, with the tightening hold of an orgasm neither wanted to embrace soon. Then, there was no choice.

Olivia's back arched once again. This time it was from sheer blinding ecstasy shattering through her. The blaring orgasm shot a guttural scream out of her in a register beyond human ears. At its' height, Alex quickly took her fingers back and grabbed Olivia's upturned face- muffling the bright cries with a ferocious kiss that was insatiably possessive of any sound trying to escape those luscious lips. The wetness on her fingers caused them to slip from their hold and Alex was constantly adjusting their position on Olivia's cheek.

Feeling the cum slip on her skin, feeling the tongue that was claiming every inch of her mouth with long flat strokes, feeling her body pulse and pulse with wanting aftershocks- all this caused Olivia to never seek release and almost black out for lack of air. Alex let go just as the tunnel was closing, drove her palm into the still fresh bite-mark, and pushed her groin hard into Olivia's center. Everything came into stark focus. Energy jolted up Olivia from her sex through her spine in an unexpected encore. Alex, almost screaming, convulsed atop. Both women soon heaved gasping breaths, head into the other's shoulder, orgasms erratically drumming down.

Drops fell from Olivia's dewed brow. Their body heat created a sauna with the scent of sex and exertion. Olivia's arms were still pinned beneath Alex's legs, stray blonde hairs sticking to two necks as she laid into the straddle. Her fore-arms felt nothing anymore, her wound throbbed, her cheek was raw, the back of her head tingled- she had no desire to move, no desire to spend. She only noticed Alex had shifted her weight back when she no longer had a something to lean into.

Still twitching below and recovering above she watched Alex adjust her hair and put on the glasses she had been reaching for. Olivia's breathing was still on the heavy side yet Alex already seemed fully composed. Only a hint remained in the slightly exaggerated rise and fall of her sternum. Somehow her fingers felt cool as she gently tilted Olivia's head side to side and said under her breath-

"No bruising."

She sounded, disappointed. She turned her attention to Olivia's chest. A single digit rested on the red bite with soft small caresses, an amazed and satisfied look on her face. She leaned down and gave it an innocent lingering kiss.

"It'll heal all too soon."

Alex's focus shifted into the observing eyes. She gave away nothing more in her gaze and soon removed herself from the humid lap with graceful ease. She concentrated on the next task and buttoned up her shirt swiftly, yet without hurry, then smoothed her skirt and hair. Olivia watched, limp from the marathon of barging sensations, enthralled by the swift transformation. Standing before her was Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabot- ready to request her next subpoena, ready for court, ready to stake claim on those halls with her six-inch heels. As she grabbed her briefcase from the desk a panic set over the detective.

"Alex?"

It was more pleading than a question. Alex cocked her head in recognition of sound, stopping for only a moment.

"You may want to get an early start. Wilshire is booked solid after ten."

With that Alex grabbed her coat and opened the door. She leaned into the frame briefly then looked over her shoulder.

"See you tomorrow Benson."

Her head tilted back to the hallway.

"Lock up when you leave."

Olivia's mind was in the calm before a storm as Alex walked out, the door wide open.