Finn's Little Dip

The perps split in the darkness, the moonlight providing no aid to the Special Victims Unit. Olivia Benson and Odafin Tutuola, the fastest runners of the SVU team, took the one heading for Seward Park, John Munch and Elliot Stabler ducking into an open manhole after the other.

Olivia's legs pumped under her, her lungs burning with the winter's biting air. She could hear more than see Finn running beside her, their flashlights bobbing furiously, trying to highlight the perp ahead of them.

The sound of something falling grabbed her attention.

"Damn. My radio." said Finn.

"Leave it!"

"Broken anyway." He grabbed her arm and navigated her to a shortcut to the park, hoping to cut off the fleeing perp.

The familiar sensation of awe and sex appeal ran through her, awakened by his touch once again at an inappropriate time. It never failed; when she was in a tight situation and Finn was around, there it came, as cliched as cliches can get. Sometimes it was just a glimpse of his muscular body, packed tightly into his work suits, that would set her off. Other times it was when he and his partner, John Munch, dressed for UC work. The clothes he picked to wear as a civilian always turned her on, though for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why. She had spent more of the last month thinking about him during her off moments than of her job, and he added an extra level of excitement to her work week.

They cut into Seward Park through a bunch of bushes and looked around for the runaway criminal. Not seeing the young man meant nothing. It was night in a tree filled park which housed plenty homeless individuals.

"He could be any one of these." Olivia said, referring to the bodies littering the ground. She was breathing hard, as was Finn, but they were both in shape enough that the high paced full mile run didn't impair their abilities.

"Let's check." Tutuola suggested.

She nodded, not really liking the idea. She was sure that the kid would be running his ass off, and them checking amongst the sleeping vagabonds would just slow things down.

She shined the flashlight in the faces of the homeless, rewarded with no young fresh-faced teen, but instead with grunts, curses and hateful glares.

She turned and looked up in time to see a body a half mile away running into a line of trees. She started running, glancing around for Finn, but not seeing him. She called his name, hoping he'd hear her.

Drawing her gun and placing the flashlight on top of the barrel, she slowed as she neared the trees seeing a relatively large manmade pond for canoeing and paddleboats. The pond was about five feet straight below her and frozen over. She saw no sign of anyone near or on the ice, but did see a small shack, probably holding boats and who knew how many other hiding places.

My luck.

She looked calmly left and right, checking quickly and as thoroughly as possible for a human figure behind the trees. But sometimes when you're in a hurry you miss the little details, and the little details are oh-so important when you're a cop. Someone grabbed her from behind, throwing the flashlight into the air and fought to take her gun. As she was struggling to take control of the weapon, she recognized the tattoo of a tear drop on the young man's pale wrist. It was the perp, Andrew Leon.

She raised her leg up and sent it back as quickly as possible hoping to break the attacker's knee, but instead hit nothing but air, overbalancing herself and she tumbled forward bringing Leon with her. They fell down the short hill and rolled onto the ice. The hard drop had already taken her breath momentarily, but as she landed face and stomach down on the ice, the perp adding weight and pressing the cold to her body, she couldn't get a breath in at all.

Olivia felt the perp getting off of her, allowing her to breathe in. A mere semi-second later, she felt heavy pressure followed by sharp pain in her wrist and fingers. She closed her eyes in agony as the foot stomped and loosened her grip on the firearm while another pressed down on her head, her face to the numbing ice.

Leon grabbed the gun and started running, firing shots at her, but hitting only ice. She tried to push herself up but the pain in her hand proved it to be useless and most likely broken. She used her other hand to push herself up to a sitting position and watched as Leon, running into the middle of the ice, suddenly fell, his weight causing the ice to collapse below him and he went under.

Olivia got up, deciding she'd be putting her life in danger is she followed him. She didn't feel that he was worth drowning for.

"Olivia!"

She turned quickly, trying to find Finn in the line of trees, but seeing nobody.

She felt a wet sensation in her feet. She looked down to see that the bullets from her gun had broken through the ice, splashing a little water on the ice.

"Olivia!"

"Right here!" she called back, and saw Finn's flashlight as he reached the top of the small hill. She started carefully forward on the ice, but her shoes were not made for walking on water. She slipped and fell back on her butt. She would have laughed, but the sound of ice cracking stopped any mirth the moment might have had.

The next thing she knew, she was in a freezing place where she couldn't breath and couldn't see.

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Finn had just reached the top when he saw Olivia fall on the ice. He smiled until he heard what sounded like ripping cloth, then saw his partner's best friend go under.

"Olivia!" He shouted and ran forward, trying almost unsuccessfully to navigate himself down the steep slope. He ran onto the ice, unhesitating.

As he neared the hole he shined his flashlight under him. He saw Olivia underneath, not moving an inch. Tossing the flashlight aside and dropping carefully to his knees on the perilous ice, he reached in with one arm. His breath slammed back into his chest at the cold, and the arm instantly went numb. He grabbed the woman by her hair and pulled her up out of the water, where she gasped for air. Relief washed through him, and he grabbed her arms and yanked, almost throwing himself off balance and them both into the water.

He pulled her into his lap, wincing from how cold and blue her skin was, and took his jacket off, wrapping it around her, but it was too small and thin to do anything. Normally he liked being a little cold; it kept him awake, alert, and on edge. But he'd give anything for a warm coat like his partner's right about now.

He grabbed Benson's radio, but the things weren't water proof and it was wasted. He was in the middle of a fair sized park with no heated buildings, too far from help to rely on other people.

The only way I know how to get her body temperature up-

He looked around and saw the shack. First of all, he had to get her off the ice.

He knew that if he picked her up together they'd be to heavy for the ice to hold. So he zipped his jacket around her and stood, dragging her behind him to the ground.

As he got to the grassy hill he picked up the soaking wet and shivering woman in his arms, the freezing cold coming off her already starting to numb his chest and unprotected arms through his flimsy sweater. He could only hope that his warmth was penetrating just as effectively for her.

He started toward the shack, looking down to see her eyes on his. His heart leapt briefly in his chest as he thought about how close this amazing woman was to death. But he was here and that was not going to happen.

Her eyes closed. "Don't you go to sleep on me, Liv." He hoped the desperation of his voice and the nickname he'd never used were enough to wake her up and keep her attention.

She didn't open her eyes.

Finn reached the shack and tried the door. Stuck, he clutched Olivia closer and kicked the door in. He walked in and closed the door with his other foot, looking for a place to lay his friend down. He saw a small clearing between the paddle boats and canoes. As he approached, he noticed that the canoe on top was filled with yellow and orange vests. He tipped the canoe, spilling the vests to the floor, hopefully making a warm and comfortable place to put her.

He swiftly put Olivia on the floor, unzipped his jacket, and took her own drenched coat off. He glanced at her, putting his hands on her face to warm it.

"Olivia?"

There was a slight moan, too weak for his liking.

"Can you hear me?"

She opened her mouth, teeth clattering, almost extinguishing the sound of her lightly hissed yes.

"Open your eyes." Nothing. "I said 'open your eyes', Benson." They opened and looked at him. "Good. We need to warm you up." He pushed her shirt over her head, removing it and exposing her pale white breasts hidden tantalizingly beneath a black bra. Now that surprised him. He knew she wasn't a lace and flowers type girl, but black... He could feel his male instinct kicking in at her toned yet voluptuous body and he shook his head removing the rest of her clothing, leaving her underwear. She could die from hypothermia, you moron. Now's not the time to start that again.

He knew that he was going to have to take his own clothes off as well, and did so without hesitation. He was hoping that his body pressed to hers, skin to skin, heat to chill, would bring her body temperature up, warm her. He bent down to her, putting his heavy, wool socks on her small feet, followed by his boots. They didn't even come close to fitting, but he hoped they'd keep her feet heated.

He got down on his knees on the rough wooden floor in his boxers, and took her in his arms, her freezing cold body immediately sending shuddering goosebumps down his own. He laid them both down in the vests and wrapped his arms and legs around her, focusing most his attention on her torso. He grabbed her hands and brought them into his own, up against his chest. He rubbed them, causing her to cringe in pain and let out a agonized whimper. He pulled her hands carefully into his view to find that one had small abrasions and was starting to swell.

"What happened? You fall on it?" She shook her head. "Did you punch Leon?" She shook her head again. Her mouth trembled, and after a moment was able to complete the word "Step."

"He stepped on it?" She nodded. So the bastard had stepped on her hand.

He hooked his knit sweater with his foot and grabbed it with his hands. Pulling Olivia closer and reaching his hands out behind her, he ripped the garment, tearing a long strip from the bottom. He gently held the hand in his while wrapping the strip around the hand. "It's a shitty substitute for the real deal, but we'll get that hand attention in no time." She trembled in his arms and he pulled her closer, foreheads touching. He held the one hand with care and looked to her face to find her staring at him. Finn could feel his breath quickening in his chest, and looked away, but he felt her stare still on him, the only thing heated about her. He looked back up after a moment and she hadn't looked away.

"Thanks." The word came out in stutters, but with less trouble.

He pulled her head to rest under his chin so he didn't have to look into those dark, mysterious eyes. That was a little too much for him at the moment. "You're welcome," he whispered, not trusting his voice.

Actually, this whole thing was becoming too much. He had often thought of lying with this woman in his arms, naked together in his bed, watching her while she slept in his arms. That they were not naked in his bed after a night of passion, and instead doing this out of necessity for her survival didn't register much with him. It was still too close to his thoughts and dreams.

He was suddenly very glad that he was too cold to show the effect that she was having on him.

He felt her stir a little, and she turned her head, inadvertently caressing his neck softly with her face. He involuntarily let out a soft growl of pleasure, and instantly regretted it.

Shit. That's great. Just be a-

She did it again, this time with more force, with deliberation. He stayed still, not moving a muscle, to stunned to even think. Olivia nuzzled him with her nose along his Adam's apple up to his chin, and took her one healthy hand from his, stroking his chest in a slow, methodical rhythm. He looked down into her dusky brown eyes, and found need in them that matched what he felt every night he slept alone. He angled his head towards hers and brushed his warm lips against her icy ones.

"You're so cold," he whispered.

"Then w-warm me up," she whispered back, her voice stronger.

He pressed his lips to hers, urgently making the contact he'd so longed for. She opened her lips to his tongue and sent her own in demandingly. He kissed her hard, bruising, tasting her, grinning into her mouth when she moaned and pressed against him, using her hand more eagerly against his chest and washboard stomach.

She shivered in his arms, from the cold or the pleasure he did not know. She broke the kiss and moved her head down his neck, letting her tongue lead the way to one of his nipples. He watched as she licked it and when he ran his hand through her hair she nibbled on the now sensitive area. He inhaled then pulled her up, rolling on top of her and kissing her behind her ear, trailing his lips down the line of her jaw.

He send his hands down her back looking for the clasp of her bra and not finding it. He looked in the front, couldn't find it there and glanced up at Olivia. She smiled and lifted a flap in the front, revealing the catch. Not taking his eyes off hers, he slowly unhooked her bra, stripping it away from her breasts. He moved his head down, an inch at a time, teasing her with his inertia. When he came within and inch from her tanned hardened nipple, she closed her eyes in expectation. He licked it once and watched her ride up as he removed his tongue. He moved to her right nipple, performing the same experiment. A moan shuddered out of her and he saw her open her eyes to look at him.

The passion evident in her eyes made him grin wickedly. He moved over to the left nipple and licked again. She inhaled harshly, but did not break the gaze. Instead she moved her hand to the back of his head and pulled him to her. Her eyes fluttered closed as his mouth fastened around her nipple. She cried out softly as he sucked firmly, and her hand tightened in his hair. His tongue swirled and played with the nipple for a moment, then he broke away slowly, pulling the nipple as he started to push himself up and away from her breasts. Olivia's breath became harsh and uneven and when his mouth left the breast, her hand shot up to massage it. His own breath lost its steadiness at the sight of her stroking herself, and he felt his cock hardening quickly.

He sat up, straddling her and let his hands travel down her stomach then back up to her breasts. Her hands gripped his and he watched in allurement as she pushed them down to her crotch. He smiled to see the longing in her eyes and he trailed his finger over her underwear and snapped the elastic, laughing softly as she jumped.

He would have enjoyed taunting her more, but she sat up in his lap. "You think that's funny?" she asked with a glint in her eye. He should have known better, but he nodded, grinning. "Well, I think this is hilarious." she said grabbing his pulsing erection and moving her hand sharply up and down the rigid shaft. His eyes shut on instinct as he pulled her aggressively to him trying to ram himself into her hand, but she let go. He buried his face in her hair and let out a loud growl of disappointment right into her ear. He tried to calm himself. She was playing with fire, a very dangerous situation, and he was going to have to show her the consequences.

He tossed her roughly back onto the lifejackets and ripped off her panties. He looked up to make sure he wasn't going too far, and saw encouragement in her eyes. So she thought this was going to be fun, did she? Well, he'd show her no mercy whatsoever.

He spread her legs wide and rubbed the inner thighs. Olivia closed her eyes and arched her back in pleasure, smiling. He kneaded more and she half laughed-half purred at the sensation. While she wasn't looking he lowered his face to her dripping pussy and licked the inside, pulling away instantly. Olivia's eyes snapped open, then as she saw him bent over her opening, she shut her eyes again, this time in anticipation. He patiently waited to hear her whine of need before he did anything. When she let a whimper escape, he let his mouth take over, licking all around, thrusting his tongue deeply in then back out. At the same time he forced her hips to the ground with his hands, keeping her squirming to a minimum. Her arms flailed for a minute, then found purchase, grabbing onto the back of his head. She tried desperately to lunge up, to have him fuck her with his tongue, but his strong hands kept her in place.

"Finn!" she yelled loudly. "Oh, GOD!!"

He knew she was close to climax so he pulled his tongue out, and sat up beside her, watching her squirm. When he removed his hands from her hips she frantically clawed at his boxers, but he held her hands with his and kept them away from his rock hard dick. "Nope," he said smiling. "You wanted to tease."

She looked at him, her lusty eyes on fire. "You started it."

He was about to reply when she sat up and pulled his hand into her vagina, instantly starting to ride it. He watched with voyeur-style pleasure as she masturbated with his hand, pushing it further and further up into her cunt. She was moaning nonstop, thrusting her hips desperately to his hand until she finally came, letting out a passionate scream and fell back to the vests.

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Olivia didn't know what exactly had hit her, all she knew was that no man had ever brought her to such a level of animal hunger. Finn had been taunting her with his tongue, taking her most tender part and setting it ablaze, and her urge for hard sex had just taken over. "I think you warmed me up sufficiently," she said with a giggle that was very unlike her.

A moment later she felt his warm body next to hers and his hands, both clean and dry, on her face. She opened her eyes to see his closed then his mouth took hers. The kiss was furious and hard, much like his sexual ways, and it left her panting.

"Olivia?" he moaned, then started rubbing his erection up against her, dry humping her. She realized that she had only taken care of her personal sexual desire, that there was still an issue of the huge, hard and hot python in Finn's boxers. She had left him to watch her take care of herself with his hand, and apparently that had turned him on.

"Serves you right, Odafin." She said pushing him to the ground and stripping him of his boxers. She kicked off the boots and socks that he had put on her feet, then turned and looked for his pants. "Bad boys tease. And bad boys have to be constrained." She found the cuffs and turned back to him. She cleared a trail through the vests to a column that was holding up the shack. She pushed him back into the column and pulled his arms behind his back. He tried to pulled them away from her but she pulled harder. "Do you want me to take care of this?" She let go of an arm and tickled one of her nails lightly over his erection. She smiled as he hit the back of his head against the column in sexual agony. "Or do you want to do it yourself?" After a moment she felt the resistance go out of him and she locked his wrists together. She moved around to sit in front of him and started to pet his penis. He squirmed and tried to fight the restraints, but got no where.

"I didn't know you were into bondage." His voice was husky and filled with sex.

"I'm not usually." She bent down in front of him and licked the leaking head of his erection. Then looked up into his eyes. "Mmmm..."

His eyes shut as he let out a whimper and she went back to the job at hand. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter as she licked around the crown of his penis. She took him into her mouth, quickly in and out, sucking as hard as she could, encouraged by his cries of "Please, oh, goddamn it, Liv... Pleeeease!" His size was a small problem, hard to get in, but she still managed to deepthroat him. She felt him shivering as his dick entered her throat.

"Liv." he said shakily. She felt wonderful having such a strong, muscular man at her mercy.

She slowly pulled away from him, knowing he was moments away from ejaculation, knowing that she too could be pleased if she timed it right. Sitting herself on his engorged rod, she shrieked in delight and luxury as she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. She started thrusting herself harshly into him, and could hear him calling her name loudly. She rammed herself harder and harder, trying to deeply impale herself on him. She heard him come and could feel his warmth shoot into her. She kept going for a few more seconds, lucky that she was so quick, and them came herself, digging her nails painfully into Finn's shoulders.

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They sat there with him inside of her for about two minutes, then Olivia got up and uncuffed him. He had pulled her into his arms and they stood there, naked and kissing for what felt like forever.

"Olivia?? Finn??"

He heard his partner's voice quickly followed by Stabler's. "Oliviaaa!?!?"

"Shit!" Olivia said and ran for her clothes. Finn ran over to the door and opened it a smidgen, just as the other two detectives saw the hole under the ice, the flashlight still on, and the broken radio. They started running towards the hole instantly, calling for emergency backup.

"STAY OFF THE ICE!!" Finn thundered just before the detectives reached the edge of the pond. "We'll be there in a second."

"What are we gonna tell them?" Olivia asked, softly.

He didn't turn from the door. "That I did everything in my power to keep you from freezing."

"Did you?" He heard the smile and suggestive tone in her voice. And smiled himself. She hadn't seen anything yet.

"Not even remotely". He waited to make sure Elliot and John stayed put, then ran to where Olivia stood, throwing on the last of her clothes. As he followed suit, she noticed the ripped sweater. "You're gonna freeze!" He closed the two foot distance between him and her and delicately took her wounded hand, kissing two of the fingers then her mouth, slow and sweet. "I'll be fine. As long as we can do this again sometime."

She grinned. "Next time let's leave out the perp and the hypothermia, huh?"

"Deal."