The Bet (Law Order SVU)

Chapter 1

"No way." Olivia Benson, detective first grade, narrowed her eyes at the prospect of another battle with her infamous ADA. True, this battle was a little different than most of their work arguments, but she still wanted to win. "I totally could give you more than you could give me."

Alexandra Cabot, ADA extraordinaire, whose off-hand comment had started the argument while she was looking for a tube of lipstick in her purse (Olivia had kissed it off), looked up and narrowed her own eyes. "I don't think so," she said. Now that Olivia had turned her joke into a challenge, there was no way she was going to back down. Alexandra Cabot never ran away from a good argument. "I stand by what I said. I bet I could give you so many orgasms that you would be too tired to return the favor; but, as I am a sporting woman, I shall amend my claim to the following: I bet I can give you more orgasms during the course of the next week than you can give me."

This time, Olivia's eyes grew large. "No way," she repeated. "While you sit around on your pretty ass all day filing motions and telling us about the warrants you can't get for us, I'm out on the street chasing down perps. There's a reason I don't wear heels to work, you know. If anyone gets tired first, it's usually you." While Olivia was definitely in shape, and Alex very much admired Olivia's shape, she was still not willing to surrender.

"Please," Alex scoffed. "You might occasionally chase down a perp or two, but you spend just as much time scarfing down donuts or some other type of junk food. Whereas I eat a well-balanced diet, drink plenty of water and," she waved a finger in the air dramatically, "and, I run five miles every day. Except Tuesday."

Olivia frowned, she still hadn't figured out the whole Tuesday thing. "Is there a point to all that, Counselor?"

"Yes," Alex nodded, crossing her arms over her chest and smirking. "While stamina is important for a sprint, I'm talking about the TOTAL number of orgasms over the course of a week. Not one night, but a week. Seven days of sex. As such, stamina will be important, but not nearly as important as cunning, wit, and creativity."

The detective smirked back, not giving an inch. Alex was looking smug right now, sure of her victory, but Olivia was certain that would change by the end of the week. "I'll take your bet! And if you lose, you have to... um..." Olivia searched her mind for something that Alex absolutely hated to do. "You have to wash, dry, and sort all the laundry for once! I always get stuck doing it." It was true. Alex avoided laundry like the plague and Olivia usually ended up doing it for both of them.

For a moment, Alex seemed doubtful. There was already a lot of laundry piled in their hamper, and she didn't want to be the one to do it. However, she wasn't going to chicken out. "And when I win, you have to go up to Elliot and tell him that you absolutely love his chili dogs and want to have a cookout with his family as soon as possible."

Olivia made a disgusted face. Elliot's chili dogs were horrible, and she would do just about anything to avoid eating one. She had never admitted this to her partner, but through the years, she had become very talented at dodging the offered food. "Well, I won't have to eat them, because I'm not going to lose! But compared to your losing punishment, mine is way too horrible. I have to think of something better..."

"Don't hurt yourself there, Detective," Alex drawled playfully as Olivia fell into a pensive silence.

"Shut up," Olivia grumbled as she frantically tried to come up with something different. "Okay, how about this? When I win, you have to ... you have to ..."

"Complete a thought?"

Olivia scowled. "No."

"That's too bad. I am rather good at it, you know."

"Can you just give me a minute to think?"

Alex looked at her watch. "Okay, time starts now."

"Hey, Amelia Bedelia - can it. I'm thinking here," Olivia grumbled. She didn't know what to do. Coming up with bad and/or embarrassing dares wasn't really her specialty. That was more of Abbie Carmichael's thing. "How about," she looked up at Alex with a faint smile tweaking her lips, "the loser has to do whatever Abbie decides?"