Protégé
Chapter 35
A/N: This chapter will go back in time from Chapter 34, and you'll get to see what happened earlier in the night, and how Elliot ended up in the library having s-e-x. I'll go ahead and say this is rated M, NSFW, definitely not recommended for any young eyes either, swearing, smut, and other adult situations lie ahead. An old character will show up in a new way as Elliot's date, and although I personally have nothing against this character, or the actress that plays her, she isn't gonna love the way I write her in this story. You've been warned. (This chapter is for Alex, hope it improves your week girl3 and anyone else who needs a distraction in their lives)
TW: If sex or any kind of physical touching while one or both participants are angry, triggers you in any way, please don't read the following.
Disclaimer: They still belong to Dick, as far as I know.
Manhattan Police Officer Appreciation Ball, New York Governor's Mansion, Library, Saturday Evening
"Wow," Elliot declared while walking into the governor's mansion. He had been there once before with his father a few years prior, but they were called away not five minutes after arriving. His dad had dropped him at the nearest subway station before taking off to another crime scene. They hadn't even made it past the entrance, the last time he was there.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Kathy stated as they walked through the impressive foyer.
Elliot heard a few mumblings, and saw people turning their heads towards a couple descending one of the side staircases.
"It sure is…" he trailed off, referring to the woman causing the whispers. Of course she'd be making a grand re-entrance by the looks of things, as he and his date were arriving. What she was doing upstairs with Captain Tucker, he didn't want to know. At that moment he was just another party-goer, admiring her beauty.
She was wearing a long gold patterned shimmery dress, the colour striking against her naturally tanned skin. Apparently it didn't matter what setting she was in, her skin was glowing. Like her bathing suit last weekend, her dress had thin halter straps, that he was sure tied together at the back of her neck. The back of her neck where her little hairs would stand on end if he whispered in her ear, or if he blew his warm air against her nape. Where her long, silky, dark mahogany locks gave way to her creamy caramel skin. He was intimately familiar with the area where her dress straps connected.
As they came down the stairs, Elliot was pretty sure neither had noticed him and his date. They were a few couples behind them in line, as people checked it with a hostess, before making their way into the great hall that was the main venue for the ball. Looking around people were wearing tuxedos and ball gowns. His father had assured him the only people in uniform tonight would be the officers presenting, or receiving awards. As Elliot did not fall into either of those categories he was wearing a tuxedo, a gold vest and pocket square complimented his look.
"You said you've been here before?" Kathy's voice broke his concentration. He had bought her a corsage, as directed, and her long black dress paired nicely with his otherwise black suit. He could admit that she looked quite pretty. She hadn't changed much since highschool in her physical appearance, she was still petite, he knew he'd be hard pressed to find an ounce of fat on her, if he bothered looking. Her body was the exact opposite of Olivia's. Tanned vs pale. Curvy vs thin as a rail. When he cupped his girlfriend's generous breasts, his hands overflowed with her perky mounds, by the looks of the plunging neckline on Kathy's dress, she was still sporting the small AA's that she had a decade ago. Olivia was tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever, whether they were chasing a suspect down the street, or cutting off his sense of hearing as she squeezed his head between her thick thighs, he loved her long legs. Even in her heels, Kathy only reached his shoulder. It never occurred to him before, but he liked that Olivia was only a couple inches shorter than him, they were practically eye-to-eye in their bare feet, a position he had become very fond of.
"Hmmm, what? Oh uh yeah, but my father caught a case, so we didn't make it past the front door," Elliot tried to focus on the woman who was currently digging her fake nails into his suit's sleeve, and not on his Uncle who had Elliot's girlfriend on his arm.
A break in the small crowd allowed him another glimpse of them though, and he had to hold in an audible groan, his spare fist flew to his mouth as an extra precaution. Her dress was backless, dipping dangerously low, in his opinion, while also highlighting her smooth, strong, copper-toned skin. His eyes traced down her vertebrae, counting each one individually until his view was blocked by a hand resting on her lower back. A hand that did not belong to him.
"God damnit," Elliot whispered, they hadn't even been seated yet, and he was already struggling. He didn't think it was going to be this hard, not from the moment they arrived.
He wasn't sure how the night was going to play out, especially after their fight two days ago. They didn't speak yesterday, between work, and having to go through another department physical, they hadn't had time to connect. The last time he heard from her was a simple text letting him know that she had arrived home safely Thursday night, after their argument at the apartment he was taking care of.
"Did you say something?" Kathy asked, as a hostess appeared beside them.
"Nope nothing," Elliot replied. "Hey, hi, Detective Stabler and Kathy Malone," Elliot gave their names to the man with a clipboard, standing in the doorway of a large, decorative hall.
The man nodded, and checked his seating plan, giving them their table number.
"Our names sound good together," Kathy declared as she squeezed his arm. She hadn't let go of him since he opened her car door for her. He hadn't seen her in years, but from what he could remember, the loud boisterous blonde, hadn't changed very much, personality wise either. She appeared to be just as clingy as she was in highschool, a feature that truly turned him off now, and 10 years ago. She still acted ditzy, and laughed at all his embarrassing jokes, and stories. He knew she had a brain in there somewhere as she was working for the Manhattan DA. He suspected that she was good at these events, using her looks, and charm to network, and meet the right people. Aside from being a Detective, Elliot honestly didn't know why she was bothering with him. He had no clout, or ways to further her ambitious career. He was the low man on the totem pole even in his own unit.
Together they strolled through the large open room. His entire house could have fit in it. There were at least 50 circular tables, all donned in a crisp white table cloth, scattered over the room. There was an elevated stage, with a podium, where Elliot figured people would make speeches, and hand out awards. There was also a decent sized dance floor in the centre of the room, as well as a large bar on one wall. Thank god there would be an unlimited amount of alcohol flowing, he knew he'd probably need it. There were bottles of wine on each table, and waiters floating around the room with trays of champagne. Elliot had taken a cab to the ball, much to Kathy's displeasure. But he knew he would probably drink more than his fair share of alcohol, and he didn't want to worry about getting home. He also believed if given the choice, Kathy would have chosen a taxi over his motorcycle. She would probably have rejected the helmet alone, believing it would mess up her long blonde hair, a correct assumption indeed, he knew from experience.
"Oh, this is us," Kathy said pulling on his arm as they reached their designated table.
Fuck, he thought, as all of the other guests had already arrived. He hadn't considered that their seats would be assigned by department.
He recognized most of the faces at his table, Carisi and Rollins were sitting beside one another. Casey was seated, to his surprise, beside a very dapper looking Tony, who stood, and stretched his hand out to Elliot.
Shit, Elliot just remembered that Tony knew about him and his Captain, to some degree, who was there herself, next to Tucker, his 'Uncle' and Godfather.
The only people he didn't recognize were the women that Munch, and Fin had brought as dates. Nick was MIA but Elliot knew he had decided to stay home with his daughter.
Elliot looked skyward and sent a prayer to God to help him get through the hours ahead. The only way his table could get any worse, would be if his mother, and father were there too. Fortunately he knew that retired cops tended to have tables to themselves, at these sort of events. Doing a quick scan Elliot had no trouble spotting his parents at a table with SVU's previous CO, Captain Cragen.
Cough.
"Elliot, my chair," Kathy whispered in his ear, as she sunk her bony elbow into his side.
Elliot felt a shiver wrack his whole body, as he pulled out her chair for her. When Olivia whispered in his ear, he could barely hold himself together. Her deep throaty voice could get him hard reciting the periodic table, if she honestly tried. He wasn't sure if it was Kathy's shrill demanding tone, but she gave him goosebumps, in the worst way possible.
"Oh sorry," Elliot mumbled, waiting for her to sit down as she freed his arm from her suffocating grip.
Looking up he pushed in her chair, his eyes connected with Fin's, who had the biggest smirk on his face. Elliot knew he was going to bask in his discomfort that night. As the last couple to arrive there was only one seat left, and because God had a sense of humour it was beside his Captain.
"Elliot, kid hows it going?" Tucker asked as he reached across his Captain to shake his hand.
"Fine, just fine," Elliot grunted as Kathy elbowed him in his rib cage again.
"Um yeah everyone, this is Kathy Malone, Kathy these are most of the people I work with." Elliot went around the table naming his colleagues, and allowing Fin, and Munch to introduce their dates as well.
"Kathy it's good to see you, I didn't know you knew Stabler," Casey questioned from across the table. Casey worked for the Manhattan DA too, albeit in different departments, and considered the blonde a fairly friendly acquaintance. She had only recently joined the office, competition to work there was stiff.
"Oh yes Casey, Elliot and I go way back, we dated in highschool didn't we Elly?" Kathy rubbed his shoulder in what she probably thought was a soothing manner.
Elliot heard a soft snort to his right, and knew that Olivia was trying to contain her laughter at Kathy's ridiculous nickname she had given him over a decade ago.
He couldn't stop the blush of embarrassment as it worked it's way up his neck, but thankfully the attention of the table was taken off of him by the arrival of Donald Cragen.
Standing behind Munch, who he clapped on the shoulder, Cragen addressed the table at large. "How's everyone doing, it's great to see you all."
"Olivia you look beautiful as always, and who is the lucky bastard that got to take you on a date tonight?" Cragen asked, he held out his hand to shake Elliot's, while he personally addressed the woman who took over for him at the 16th precinct.
Olivia looked at him, as Elliot furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Oh no sir, this is Detective Elliot Stabler, Joe's son," Olivia explained. "Captain," she put an emphasis on his title, "Tucker, is my date this evening."
Cragen released Elliot's hand, "Elliot! I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you son. I just assumed you were together, your vest and pocket square match Benson's dress," Don explained as he chuckled awkwardly.
And with a single comment suddenly everyone's attention was back on him, and Olivia this time. He saw her smirk as she took a sip of her water. Had she planned this? He didn't know how she could've known what he was wearing, his tux had been hanging by the entrance of the apartment he was staying at. An apartment that she had visited, in nothing but a trench coat, two days ago.
"Nice to see you Captain," Elliot nodded at the retired CO, and friend of his father.
There was a loud ding heard throughout the hall.
"Ah well that's my cue to get back to my seat, great seeing you all here," Elliot watched as Cragen made his way back to his table across the room.
It wasn't long after everyone was seated that food began emerging from the kitchen. A salad, and soup were the first things that were served. Baskets of bread were placed on the tables, next to packets of butter and bottles of oil for dipping.
"Open up," Kathy had dipped a piece of fresh bread into a dallop of oil. Elliot felt his ears go pink as he quickly received her offering. "Good?" she asked as she licked her fingers.
"Mmhm," Elliot replied, turning his attention back to his own dishes. He wasn't positive, but he was pretty sure Kathy had intended that gesture to be sexy in some way. Elliot could 100% confirm, it was not.
"So Elliot, tell me, what's it like working underneath Livia…I'm sorry Captain Benson?" Tucker asked from the other side of Olivia.
Both Elliot, and Olivia choked on their food, not expecting the sudden question. Across the table Elliot heard Fin snicker into his glass of wine.
"Uhhh," Elliot thumped himself in the chest, and cleared his throat.
"I can honestly say this woman beside me has taught me more than anybody else ever has in my life. It's an absolute pleasure learning from such an experienced person," Elliot grinned, taking a sip of his water after choking on his soup. Olivia rolled her eyes at his quip, not missing his dig at her vast experience.
"I'm sure she's a fantastic teacher," Tucker nodded in agreement.
Elliot grinned, "Yep, she's very…hands on."
"I just try to help those who I see struggling," Olivia shot back.
"And let's face it Ed, they couldn't come much greener, and inexperienced than Stabler," Olivia smiled smugly.
Elliot narrowed his eyes at her, he could hear Fin chuckling across the table from them.
Elliot noticed a trail of goosebumps had broken out up the length of his boss's long tanned arm. "You cold Cap? You want my jacket?"
Olivia had opened her mouth to respond, but Tucker beat her to it.
"Here Livia, take mine," Tucker quickly wrapped his suit jacket around her bare shoulders.
"Hah my Godson, always looking out for the ladies in his life. Congratulations Kathy, you picked a winner in this kid," Tucker laughed.
"Don't I know it," Kathy giggled, and rubbed her hand up, and down the length of Elliot's suit clad arm.
The rest of the table chatted amongst themselves while they all indulged in the delicious food being served to them. Elliot nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand rest on his upper thigh. The toned arm was hidden by their bodies, and the long white table cloth, but Elliot knew instantly who it belonged to. Olivia squeezed his leg once, in a gesture that thanked him for noticing she was chilly. Perhaps she was extending an olive branch? Or at least a truce for the time being? Taking a risk Elliot grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers as she had moved to pull away.
Not looking at one another, Elliot placed their hands back on his upper thigh.
"Livia, how are things working out with Elliot? Was I right when I told you he'd be good?" Tucker picked up where they had left off in their conversation.
"Mmhm," Olivia hummed around her spoon. Quickly she swallowed her warm soup. "He's been an unexpected pleasure."
"Is that so? I've heard good things, he passed his probation test with flying colours," Tucker smiled.
"Please," Elliot interrupted, "I'm well aware of how I got my job, but I owe everything I've learned, and accomplished since, to my Captain. She's taken the time to teach me, I don't know how I'd be without her."
Elliot jerked in his chair as Olivia squeezed his thigh hard, her nails digging into his pants. It was one thing to agree when somebody else complimented her, but he couldn't go around singing her praises. Yet.
"Hah, then again my partner Nick's been a great asset to me too," Elliot continued, hoping to move the conversation away from him, and his Captain.
"True, true," Tucker agreed, "Then again who taught Nick? Livia. So really it all comes back to you." Tucker reached around her shoulders, bringing her body close to his in a side hug, her left hand still clasped in Elliot's on his lap.
"Well I'd like to think I learned a lot from you, and my father too Uncle Eddie," Elliot prompted. He hated politics, and putting on a fake front, but he knew how to shmooze with the best of them. "After all it was watching you two when I was a young kid, that inspired me to be a cop in the first place," Elliot chuckled, " I can still remember the two of you coming in to talk to my class in grade one."
"Jeeze kid!" Tucker exhaled loudly, "You make me sound ancient."
Together the other people at the table laughed as well. Tucker had hit the nail on it's head. That was exactly one of the things he was trying to accomplish with his rebuttal.
Olivia squeezed his hand, he knew she was thanking him for once again trying to move the spotlight off of them, the other thing he had been trying to accomplish. This time when Olivia moved her hand back to her lap, she took his with her. She released his fingers when they were settled on her upper thigh. She placed her hand over his, and pressed down. He loved this part of their relationship. When they didn't even have to speak to understand one another. He had never had that kind of connection with anybody ever before.
"Ms Malone, how're you enjoying yourself so far this evening? How did you and Elliot meet?" Elliot knew his Uncle was just being polite, but he couldn't keep the grimace off his face. He had forgotten Kathy was sitting beside him at the large round table.
"Elly, and I went to school together!" Kathy replied. "We were both a little different back then, but we were the classic cheerleader football player couple, isn't that right Elly?" Kathy cupped his jaw in her hand and snuggled up to his side.
"Something like that," Elliot mumbled.
Kathy and Tucker continued the conversation, asking each other numerous questions. Elliot tried to follow along, but he couldn't help the goosebumps that broke out on his skin every time she giggled beside him or touched his body, it felt like a cold dread encircled his chest. He was however, enjoying the way he was currently touching Olivia's body.
He thanked his lucky stars, or whomever made the dress that she was wearing. His hand had started on her leg, he thoroughly appreciated the slit up the side of it. He had slowly been maneuvering his hand from her leg, to her hip, to around her bare back.
Elliot couldn't keep the smirk off his face. Thanks to Tucker's jacket, his hand was blocked from view. He felt Olivia squirm in her seat as he ghosted his fingers up and down her silky smooth back. Elliot bit his lip as his hand sunk lower, bypassing the bottom of her dress. They had touched each other repeatedly in public places but this was on a totally different level. There was something so wrong, so taboo, about feeling up his boss, while she was on a date with another man.
Elliot moved his hand until he had filled his palm with one of her butt cheeks. He could feel a small string against the back of his wrist, answering the question in his head about whether or not she had been going commando. He knew for a fact she wasn't wearing a bra, the smooth uninterrupted skin on her back had put that question to bed.
Elliot furrowed his brow, no matter how he tried to maneuver he couldn't reach her core from his current position. Never one to give up, he squeezed her ass again before moving his hand out of the back of her dress, and slid it through the open slit at the side. He had barely grazed her lacy panties when she spread her thighs, giving him the green light. Her voice permeated through his clouded mind. She too was partaking in the conversation at the table. He wasn't sure how, he could barely follow along and he wasn't the one with someone touching him over his underwear.
He smoothed his thumb up and down her folds, her thin panties provided very little in terms of protection. He could feel her warm slick fluid as it permeated the material. His mouth watered as he imagined sucking her panties into his mouth. He could pretend to drop his napkin and duck under the table to find it, but instead he'd find her with her legs spread, wet panties on display for him and only him. Elliot could feel himself growing hard in his seat. The feel of her skin beneath his fingers, and his own dirty thoughts, were providing an unwanted mental, and physical stimulus. .
Elliot startled from his fantasy as he felt a hand come to rest on his left leg. However it wasn't from the side that he wanted. Kathy rubbed his thigh, slowly inching her way towards his hard on.
Elliot froze, unsure of what to do. One of his hands was swiping against his girlfriend's panty covered core, the other was holding his fork as he ate his food. If he dropped his cutlery and removed Kathy's hand, it would probably not only offend her but be blatantly obvious to the rest of the table. If he didn't do anything she was going to discover his throbbing erection in the next 30 seconds.
He knew he must've looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. He held his breath as numerous things seemed to happen at once.
Kathy laughed lightly as her hand gripped his cock through his pants, outlining the obvious bulge. Elliot removed his hand from Olivia's dress, causing her to look over at him. Her eyes dropped to his lap, and he saw the exact moment that it registered in her brain, what she was seeing. Another woman had her hand on his shaft, his very hard shaft.
He saw the emotions play out on her face. Confusion, fury, anger, distrust, they were all present. He watched as she opened and closed her mouth multiple times, her eyes never left his lap.
He wanted to explain, he needed to explain, but she'd never give him the chance. Placing her napkin on her plate Olivia pushed her chair back and excused herself to the lady's room. Elliot was already planning a flimsy excuse to follow her when Casey and Rollins decided to join her, leaving him no chance to talk to her alone.
All he wanted was the chance to explain that it was her, not Kathy that had caused the bulge in his pants. That just the thought of touching her, had him so hard, so quickly, despite being in a room full of over 200 cops. He knew he was in trouble, especially with how fragile their relationship had been the past week.
"Damn Stabler, I sure don't remember you being this big in highschool," Kathy muttered in his ear.
Elliot ditched his napkin on the table, and stood abruptly. "That's because we never got that far," he huffed, doing the button up on his suit jacket, that he had separated when he initially sat down, "Bathroom, be right back." He didn't wait for a response, as much as he didn't enjoy her company, he also didn't want to be rude to Kathy, but he also couldn't stand her hand on his cock for one more minute. Thankfully the entire shitshow had taken care of his arousal.
Following the directions from one of the many waiters, Elliot made his way to the bathroom. At the end of the day this was a house, it probably had ten bathrooms or more, but only a select few were available to the guests attending the event. He lingered outside the closest bathroom, in a long line. Olivia, Amanda, and Casey were quite a few people ahead of him. The latter two appeared to be already inebriated, he noted earlier that neither he, nor Olivia had indulged in the open bar yet, but as he listened to the three women talking, he knew that might change soon. Their voices carried in the long hallway.
Rollins, and Casey hadn't seen him, but as the women chatted he saw Olivia as she spotted him, the emotions on display, on her face, were piercing his heart.
"So what about you huh?" Rollins asked and nudged her shoulder.
"Yeahhh," Casey slurred. "You gonna bow out early, and invite Eddy up for a nightcap?"
"Even I gotta admit he looks pretty dashing in that blue tux, matches his eyes, I like blue eyes, maybe not his exact shade, but blue," Rollins gushed in a tipsy rant.
Elliot rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall, waiting his turn for the bathroom, he had come that far, it'd look even weirder now if he bailed, and he didn't want Casey or Rollins to see him.
"I don't know ladies, Ed's just a friend," Olivia replied.
Casey snorted, "Yeah a friend with benefits. A friend who wants to screw you, in the biblical sense. Fuck Liv, go for it. As long as he doesn't talk, his ramblings, and questions would kill my sex drive, what is up with all his questions, life isn't one long ass episode of jeopardy."
Rollins laughed loudly beside her, "Then get yours! He's not the youngest guy, but he's fit as fuck for his age, ride 'em girl! Just imagine he's like cowboy Stabler from the strip club," Novak joked.
Casey, and Rollins were falling against one another, laughing uncontrollably.
Olivia was staring right at him when she replied to their nonsense, "I don't need to picture Elliot to get turned on, Ed can do that for me all by himself."
Elliot grit his teeth, his jaw clenched. She's just winding you up, he thought in his head. She's mad, and angry, she's just acting out.
But how far would that go? Would she actually take Tucker into her home? Into her bed? Into her body?
Elliot shook his head and looked at the floor, he regretted coming after her, fake or not, he didn't want to hear her talking about another man the way they were.
When he finally glanced up he was happy to see people had moved up, but all three women were gone. Despite growing up, and practically raising his sisters, he still wondered what the hell women did together in bathrooms.
"Excuse me Sir, there's another bathroom available if you don't want to wait for this one," another waiter informed him.
Elliot glanced back at the door, he sighed in defeat, he wouldn't be able to get Olivia on her own, he might as well use the other bathroom being offered.
"Thanks," he nodded, and followed the waiter to another hallway.
Elliot took his time in the bathroom. Splashing water on his face he reminded himself to thank his sister. She had used her exceptional makeup skills to help him cover the bruises that still adorned his face thanks to Fin. He tried to calm down. He could still fix this. He'd wait, and get her alone. He knew she'd understand, and they'd probably laugh about it tomorrow. He just had to be patient.
A knock on the door asking him to hurry up brought him out of his thoughts.
Patting his face dry, he took one last look in the mirror, and left the bathroom, intent on salvaging his night, and his relationship. This gala, and Kathy, would not be the straw that broke the camel's back.
Elliot arrived back in the large hall, taking his seat, he grabbed his napkin, and snapped it open, placing it over his lap. He undid the buttons on his jacket, making him feel more comfortable. Everyone around him was eating their dessert, as they listened to different people giving speeches, from the raised platform. Evidently they had begun the awards ceremony while he waited in line for the bathroom.
It wasn't long before the dessert dishes were removed, and chairs were scraping against the hardwood floor, as people starting mingling.
"Care to dance?" Elliot heard Tucker ask Olivia.
Olivia nodded as she shrugged out of his jacket, she took his proffered hand and stood from her chair. Walking out to the cluttered dance floor, Elliot couldn't help frowning, as they remained holding hands.
Unfortunately for him, their table was bordering the dancing area, he could still see, and hear the couple as they did a simple four step waltz to the small orchestra playing some classical tune he didn't recognize.
"Can we talk?" he heard Tucker say to his girlfriend.
He couldn't see Olivia's face, her long bare back was facing him, but he knew how she sounded when she was happy, or sad. Exhausted or aroused, he could recognize her tones.
"I thought we were," she replied, happily.
"I know we've both been busy this year, but this thing between you and me, it could be really good, don't you think?" Tucker inquired, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear that had come loose.
"I-ummm," Olivia stuttered with her words, and her feet.
Tucker's hands were immediately on her waist, stabilizing her and she tripped. Elliot could see his fingers rubbing against the bare skin of her back.
"I'm serious Olivia Benson, I want to give us a real shot. I'm not getting any younger, and let's be frank, neither are you. Don't you want to settle down? Start a family before time runs out?" Tucker slid his hands down her sides, resting them on her hips.
"Of course, but there's more than one way to have a family, and anyways Ed, the reason it's never really worked between us, is we're both already spoken for," Elliot heard Olivia reply.
Holy shit, he thought, was she about to disclose their relationship to a Captain in IAB of all people?
"We're both married to the job Captain, a relationship I'm not willing to give up yet," Olivia explained.
Elliot felt just as dejected as his Uncle looked. "Yet or ever?" Tucker raised an eyebrow and pulled her closer.
"If the right man came along, yes I think I'd step away, maybe not permanently, but at least for a period of time," Olivia countered.
"Are you just going to spend the night staring at other people, or are we going to dance?" Kathy asked as she once again placed her hand on his leg.
It took everything he had in him not to remove her hand from his thigh, instead he stood up, and offered her his hand, "Let's."
Elliot was thankful he only had to suffer through two songs with Kathy in his arms, before the band stopped playing, and more awards were given out.
The dance floor had been crowded leaving them no other option than to dance next to his Uncle and Captain.
He narrowed his eyes as he watched Olivia nudge Tucker's cheek with her nose, and whisper in his ear. Not letting her have all the fun, he pressed his body closer to Kathy's until their wasn't an inch of space between them. He gave Olivia a tight lipped smile as Kathy tucked her head underneath his chin.
Elliot heard Olivia give Tucker compliment after compliment. Admiring his firm arms, wrapped around her body, to his amazing cologne, Elliot couldn't help rolling his eyes, clearly seeing through her fake pretences.
Seated once again at the table all he could see was red, as Tucker ran his fingers up, and down her spine.
Elliot clenched his fists as he heard her moan beside him.
"Oh Ed, that feels so good, don't stop," Olivia purred.
Kathy chose that moment to relive a story from their highschool days.
She grasped his arm, as she leaned forward laughing, "Oh my gosh, Elly, do you remember that night in the hot tub at Alicia Fitzgerald's sweet 16th birthday party? Her parents were out of town, and she threw that crazy party. Mid February in New York City and a bunch of us were in her hot tub. I don't even remember… Oh! That's right we were playing truth or dare and someone dared everyone to run out and stand in the snow in our bathing suits for one minute. Do you remember? Oh I'll never forget how afterwards everybody else ran inside, but you and I got back in her hot tub. Boy did we make some memories that would have horrified our Catholic parents that night," Kathy finished her story, winking at him.
"My my," Munch laughed, "Tell us more Ms Malone, because we've been under the impression that our young Detective is a bit of a choir boy, a goodie two shoes if you will, the waiting till marriage kinda guy."
"Maybe he is now John, but I can sure tell you he wasn't waiting for anything that night," Kathy smiled like the cat who ate the canary.
Elliot wanted to smack himself in the face, as Kathy rehashed old memories. Unfortunately she was remembering a night that he had not been present. He remembered being invited, but having to bail at the last minute to stay home with his siblings. He had heard rumours of what had happened at that party. It gave him another reason, at the time, to end things with the blonde cheerleader.
Elliot heard Olivia's breathing stop as Kathy finished the end of her story. He could feel her eyes on the side of his face. He had been honest and told her he was an inexperienced virgin from the start. But if she believed Kathy's tale, then it would seem like he lied to get her in bed.
"Wanna dance?" Tucker asked Olivia who did not hesitate, and left the table as quickly as she could.
It didn't help that throughout her telling of her story, her hands were caressing any part of him that she could reach.
"What do you say Elly, want to spin me around that dance floor again?" Kathy asked as she squeezed his chin.
Elliot stood up abruptly, "Excuse me."
Buttoning his jacket for the umpteenth time Elliot made his way toward them on the dance floor.
He tapped his Uncle on the shoulder and cleared his throat, "Eddie, do you mind if I cut in?"
"Oh, of course-" Tucker started only to be cut off by the woman in his arms.
"Actually we were busy Stabler, trying to work out some logistics of our relationship, and if it's worth pursuing, you know… grown up talk," Olivia smiled condescendingly.
"Captain please," Elliot urged, "Just one dance."
Appearing out of nowhere at his side Kathy spoke up, "I'm sure this place has a hot tub somewhere Elly, how would you like to relive that night, by the sounds of it there's still a few things I could teach you. Don't tell me you never got back on that saddle again after me? Could no other woman compare?"
Elliot watched the moisture build up in Olivia's brown eyes.
"Excuse me for a minute," she said, scooping up her long shimmery dress, she bounded from the grand hall as quickly as she could.
"I-," Elliot took a step in the direction she had fled, but Kathy's hands on his biceps prevented him from running after her.
"So what do you say? Wanna have another memorable night with me?" Kathy asked as she slurred her words.
Elliot finally snapped, taking a step back he exclaimed, "For fuck sakes Malone, that wasn't even me! Fuck would you leave me alone for two God damn minutes!"
Elliot didn't wait for her response, choosing to go after Olivia. He was tired of waiting, and giving everyone else an opportunity to ruin their relationship.
He left the hall and found himself back in the large foyer. Looking around he couldn't see her anywhere, as he turned again he came face to face with an angry Fin.
Elliot held up his hands, "Good, so you do remember what I said about hurting her?" Fin inquired.
"Fin I swear to God that story Kathy told wasn't true, I mean it was, but it wasn't me she hooked up with that night, it's why I ended things for good with her at school the very next week," Elliot quickly explained. He really didn't want to go another round with Fin. His face still hadn't healed from the punches he landed last weekend.
"She was crying, Olivia doesn't cry," Fin stated as he folded his arms over his puffed out chest.
"Fin where did she go?" Elliot pleaded with the other man to tell him.
Fin exhaled loudly, "I honestly don't know, but I don't think she left yet, her purse was still at our table. I saw her walking down that hallway though."
Fin pointed down a hallway that Elliot had previously been down to use the bathroom. The only other room he noticed was a very large library.
Elliot clapped him on the shoulder as he took off, "Don't fuck it up," Fin called after him.
"You. Are. Impossible. To. Find." Elliot took a deep breath between each word, bent over he placed his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "I've been looking all over for you!"
"You sure? Maybe you were just distracted by your date, I'm not too hard to find," Olivia shrugged her shoulders as she perused a bookcase.
The library was on another level architecturally. It was two floors, with a cathedral ceiling. Somebody had told him that they often hosted events in this room too.
Elliot leaned against the door as he caught his breath. He felt the ornate door handle beneath his fingers, and was happy to feel a lock. He twisted it into place, gulping as the loud click permeated through the grand room. Elliot was sure there had to be another set of doors somewhere but his focus was on the woman standing off to the side of the room, running her fingers along the spines of some old looking books. He had no idea why she had decided to hide out in the library, and at the moment he couldn't care less.
"What the fuck was that shit out there?" Elliot huffed as he stomped towards her.
"What was what?" Olivia mumbled, pretending to be uninterested.
"The crap you spewed, the way you danced with him, huh. How you let him touch you-"
"Oh! You mean the same way you let Katie touch you at the table?" Olivia parroted back, spinning around to face him.
"It's Kathy-"
"I don't give two shits what her bloody name is Stabler-" Olivia whispered threateningly as they both marched toward one another.
"You're sure pissed off then for someone who doesn't give a flying fu-" his words were silenced by the slap across his face.
"Son of a-" Elliot cut himself off as he grabbed his jaw, a red hot pain scorched his cheek. As much as it stung, getting hit over a previous bruise, he knew he should consider himself lucky that it had been a slap not a fist.
"And fuck you for lying to me about being a virgin, you really are just like every other asshole, do anything just to get a woman into bed, well fuck you," Olivia called as she pushed him away, grabbing her long gown she made a break for the closed door.
Elliot had let her leave the apartment he was staying at, earlier that week after another row, he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Following her towards the exit he quickly caught up to her, her speed no match for him in her towering heels. He grabbed her from behind, holding her in a bear hug, as she continued to thrash against him.
"Fuck you, fuck you, let me go Stabler! Fuck you!" she cried, her hands coming to rest on his forearms.
"I can't damnit," Elliot huffed in a hoarse voice as he struggled to talk.
Elliot listened to her breathing as it went from erratic, to small whimpers. He turned her around in his arms. Raising his hands he gripped both of her cheeks, wiping her tear stained face. He noted that although her eyes were wet, he could still see the anger, and betrayal behind them.
Elliot opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but she never gave him the chance to voice his words.
She grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in, the kiss wasn't gentle, it wasn't timid nor shy. Their teeth knocked together as they nipped at one another's lips, it was wet, not from their mouths, from the tears cascading down both their cheeks. It was full of anger, boiling over until it erupted from both of them in the only way they knew how, a physical release.
Olivia pushed his jacket from his shoulders, as Elliot let it drop to the ground. Once his hands were free he slipped them up her back, coming to a stop he pulled the clip from her hair, watching as her silky hair cascaded down her back. He resumed their kiss as she smoothed her hands over his pecs. They both gasped into each other's mouths as they moved in sync. She tore open his vest, as he pulled his tie loose.
Her movements were frantic as she divulged him of his dress shirt as well, his bare chest coming into view.
Elliot reached up to grasp her cheek, but she knocked his hand away. Elliot took a deep breath, they needed to slow down, they needed to stop, and think. They had been arguing, they both said things. Was now really the right time, or place to be doing what they were doing? Most of their coworkers, bosses, not to mention members of his family, were all in the relative vicinity.
Elliot tried to reach out again, but Olivia, breathing just as heavily as him, pulled away. He watched as she turned around, he thought he had his answer, that she was putting on the breaks.
He was genuinely surprised when she took a couple steps, and with her back facing him, proceeded to hike up her dress, exposing her ass and wet lacy panties, as she bent over the nearest large wooden table.
Knowing they both were incapable of voicing their feelings at the moment, Elliot undid his belt buckle as he stepped up behind her.
Elliot growled at the sight of her standing in her heels, and the tiniest lacy thong that he had ever seen. A part of him saw red again when he concluded that she had possibly worn those panties for another man.
Olivia gasped as Elliot ripped her lace panties from her body, adding them to the list of clothes they had discarded.
Olivia didn't have to wait long for Elliot to maneuver them into position. She heard his belt clank, as his pants hit the floor.
Elliot was definitely taking charge as he pushed her down on the sturdy wooden table.
"Fuck," Olivia muttered pressing her warm forehead against the cool wood.
She felt Elliot's dick at her entrance swiping through her copious amount of fluids. He pulled back, before thrusting up into her. She didn't know if what Kathy said was true or not, but as he missed her throbbing core, his cock accidentally rubbed across her clit instead.
"God damnit," Elliot groaned, pulling back one more time.
He stepped up as close as he could get to her. Her ass was snug against his groin, his bare chest coated her back as she laid flat against the table, he was once again appreciative of whomever designed her backless dress. It didn't matter the circumstance, he loved the feeling of her skin against his. Whether it was a brush of their fingers intertwining, or the way her breasts felt pushed up against his pecs, he basked in the sensations she caused physically, and the feelings she created mentally, and emotionally.
Together they moaned when he finally breached her tight entrance. Olivia pushed up on her hands, and thrust backwards, as he thrust forward, providing a deeper penetration. Olivia whimpered as his hands abandoned their place on the table and slid under her dress, cupping her breasts.
"I-I-ahhh," Olivia groaned, panting into the spacious library. Elliot held her tight to his body, his thumbs circled her pebbled nipples, before flicking them with his fingers.
Not a sound could be heard aside from their mutual heavy breathing, and the scrape of the heavy table across the wooden floor.
Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as Elliot pummelled her from behind. They quickly got into a rhythm, Elliot pumped his hips faster than he ever had before, her hips were digging into the edge of the table, the bruises he accidentally created on her skin, would match the ones he caused on her heart.
Olivia felt Elliot push her hair to one side, exposing her neck, he nuzzled the back of her head. She heard him take a deep breath, inhaling her scent as his hands were on the move again.
Elliot grasped both her shoulders, pulling her back as he thrust foreword.
"Ahhh," Olivia exhaled as he penetrated her deeper than ever before. She could feel his cock throbbing as it slid along her warm, wet, pulsating walls.
Olivia could feel her orgasm approaching at lightning speed, and just as she thought she was going to go over the edge, Elliot slipped from her dripping core.
Olivia didn't have time to curse as Elliot pulled her up, and spun her around. Leaning down he cupped her thighs, lifting her into his arms. He walked a couple steps to the nearest bookcase. Olivia could feel the shelf just under ass, as she hung on to her boyfriend's strong shoulders.
They were both slick with sweat, and panting heavily. Olivia ran her hand up the back of his neck, and tilted his head so she could seal her lips over his. She moaned into his mouth, as he resumed his actions below.
Olivia clawed at his back, scratching her nails down the strong, bulging muscles. Every inch of him, from his sturdy shoulders, to his flexing ass, was rock hard.
Olivia wasn't sure when it happened, but at some point Elliot had changed their movements from frantic fucking, to slow love making. He intertwined their fingers as he pinned her hand to a rack of books beside her head.
Olivia dropped her head back against the wall of books, and reached behind her neck, undoing the clasp of her dress.
Elliot paused as the top of her dress fell between them, her breasts brushing against his chest with every breath she took. Balancing her precariously against a bookcase, with one arm, Elliot closed the remaining inches between them.
He could feel nothing but her. She was surrounding him from all angles. Her breasts and tummy were squeezed against his torso. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her heels caressed his butt and back.
Olivia felt him invade every part of her, not just her outer core, but her inner core as well. However, instead of the feeling of panic that she would normally feel when a man tried to tie her down, all she felt was a warm blissful sensation, throughout her entire body.
"Wasn't me," Elliot muttered in a whisper so soft, she almost didn't hear him.
"What?" Olivia spoke in an equally quite tone.
"Party in highschool with Kathy, wasn't me, had to stay home, take care of my family, bro-broke up with her that week," Elliot panted against her lips.
Olivia closed her eyes as she tried to keep her tears at bay. Of course Elliot would choose his sense of duty, and care for his family, over some teenage sweet 16 party.
Elliot bent his head, and opened his mouth. He flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, before sucking the hard bud into his mouth.
Olivia squirmed as a rush of arousal shot to her snug core. She could feel her walls clenching around his twitching cock.
Grabbing his head, she pulled him off her breast, feeling her wet distended tip rub against his chin, she leaned over him, connecting their lips in a messy kiss.
Elliot groaned into their kiss as he jerked inside her, his rhythm interrupted, he released all he had, feeling her pussy secrete her own fluids.
They broke their messy kiss, instead being content with simply breathing the same air, their lips brushing together, as they inhaled. Elliot's forehead, dropped to her chest, his lips closed over her collarbone, another mark he was leaving on her skin.
Olivia's body shook in his embrace as her orgasm worked its way through her. With her past lovers, she would only feel the pleasure of her climax in her core, but Elliot made her feel it everywhere. From the tips of her fingers, to her baby toes, he had the unbelievable ability to make her feel bliss all over. She squeezed her long toned legs around his hips, the heels adorning her feet, dug into the flexing muscles of his ass.
She knew without a close examination, that they would both be covered in bruises tomorrow.
"I'm sorry," Olivia began in a low husky tone, her throat raw from yelling, crying, and the incredible climax that hadn't completely ended.
"I'm so-sorry, I jumped to-" Olivia was trying to apologize but Elliot shut her up, once and for all.
"I love you," he huffed into her neck.
Olivia was stunned into silence. She hadn't expected those words from him, just like she didn't expect to feel a warm wet sensation on the part of her chest, he was leaning against.
"Muh-muh-me too," Olivia stuttered.
Elliot raised his head from the top of her breast. He could feel the beat of her heart against his chest.
Olivia knew it was a cop out, she too could feel his heart hammering against her breasts. She closed her damp eyes, and took a deep calming breath.
"I-I love you too," she whispered.
They both knew they had a lot of talking to do. What started as something so small, had blown up in their faces. Olivia knew she may be older, but she was no more experienced with a long term relationship than he was. Elliot knew even though they were in a relationship, he didn't own his girlfriend, and he had to find a way to get his temper under control without lashing out. They both had to work on their communication.
At times it was a blessing, being able to read each other non verbally. But other times, like the situation they currently found themselves in, it caused nothing but confusion and chaos.
Elliot closed his eyes, and let his forehead drop to her shoulder, he felt a warm heat behind his eyes as he tried not to cry again. They were both still sweaty, and breathing heavily. He felt her lips grace the side of his head. He couldn't describe what he was feeling in that moment, as he squeezed his eyes shut, he tried to block out the sounds of the gala. People talking, laughing, and a five piece orchestra playing classical music could be heard, despite how far away the library was from the main hall where the gala was taking place.
The Manhattan Police Officer Appreciation Ball took place every year. It was an event that celebrated, and rewarded the work of officers from every level and department in Manhattan. It was also a fundraiser. The upper 1%, a who's who of New York. It was always an opportunity to network, as it was attended to by everyday street cops, lawyers, judges, and politicians, to the richest civilians who liked to dress to the 10s and show off in their couture suits and diamonds. The governor of New York hosted it, at his lavish mansion.
Elliot had never seen a house like the one he was currently in. The library itself had to be over 5,000 square feet. He knew they hosted events in their as well, everything from fundraisers to plays, there was even a stage to host plays, and dramas. However tonight while the party was taking place in the main hall, the real drama had gone down in that library.
One feeling he was having that he could describe in that moment, was indignation. He never expected he'd get so mad, and angry, that he'd do something like this. Olivia had pushed, and taunted him all evening. Using a man he considered family to help her no less. But still, no matter what she did, or said, it gave him no right to do what he just did. He worried he had been too rough with her, even if she did initiate it.
Elliot felt two hands slide up his slick back. He grimaced as her fingers brushed over the scratches she had caused while he brought them both over the edge, minutes ago.
He knew he hadn't been gentle, he was so angry with Olivia, but he turned around, and took that anger out on his date, Kathy. She deserved better than him. He practically yelled at her on the dance floor, begging her to leave him alone. Even if she had annoyed him, and caused most of the miscommunication that night between him and his Captain, she still didn't deserve to be treated with anything but the utmost respect.
Olivia deserved better from him too.
Elliot exhaled loudly as two soft hands cradled his head, lifting it from her shoulder.
As he opened his damp eyes to see another's staring back at him, he truly wondered how he had ended up in the largest personal library he had ever seen, in the home of the governor of New York, missing most of his clothes, covered in sweat, and trying to catch his breath as he came down from a completely unexpected high.
Last week at the same time he had been enjoying himself at Casey's party. How had things gone so off course?
He didn't have all the answers, but he wouldn't have to figure everything out on his own. Elliot snaked his arms around her lower back and shoulders, holding her as close to him as he possibly could.
Elliot closed his eyes, and breathed in her scent, as he waited for his body to cool down, he sought comfort in the arms of the only woman he believed he would ever love.
A/N: Y'all be some negative nancy's up in here. Did you really think I'd let your read over 100k words, over 30 chapters, just to do you dirty like that?
A/N 2: K congrats if you made it through this rollercoaster, hope I did this justice, and repaired your distrust in me as a writer from the previous 2 chapters. Have some faith in me people, I never said it was Kathy he fcked in the last chapter…And I wouldn't leave you hanging for 24 years like some people…
Do I need to go hide again? (The dress was inspired by the one MH wore in a picture with Peter, if you type 'mariska hargitay and peter hermann backless dress' into google it's like the second picture.)
Happy Hump Day!