Protégé

A/N: Picks up where Chapter 35 left off. Quick update, I wanted to post this for my birthday (Nov 8th) but I'm recovering from 2 surgeries in 2 weeks, so this is slightly delayed. Also as someone pointed out to me, yes these characters are OOC, season 13 Olivia, and a young 20 something Elliot are not the same people who are on our screens now. Somebody said I should give a warning at the start of the chapter if a character will be doing something OOC? So I guess WARNING Benson and Stabler will be doing something OOC, as well I don't think Olivia would ever wear this kinda dress to a police function. Happy reading, only 1 more day until y'all can enjoy your weekend!

Disclaimer: They aren't mine and they never will be, let's just pretend.

Chapter 36

Manhattan Police Officer Appreciation Ball, New York Governor's Mansion, Library, Saturday Evening, Summer 2013

Elliot buried his face in Olivia's neck, taking a deep breath, he tried to stabilize his rapid heartbeat.

With the way his day had started, he never imagined it would have ended with Olivia in his arms, while confessing their love for one another.

Olivia shivered, their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, that was rapidly cooling in the air conditioned room.

Elliot felt her hands move, soothing his tense back muscles. He took another deep breath, the loose strands of her hair tickled his face. He nuzzled her neck, a spot just below her ear, a place he had once discovered was a sensitive area for her.

As he predicted, he felt another shiver wrack her body, this one not caused by the air conditioning, he took it a step further, and replaced his nose with his lips.

Sucking the soft skin into his mouth, he noted the salty tang, together they worked up a sweat as they brought one another an abundance of pleasure.

"El, please," his girlfriend's voice was raspy, most likely from her previous climax, but arguing probably didn't help either.

"I'm sorry, fuck, Liv I'm so God damn sorry," he chocked on the words as they left his mouth. The longer they embraced, the more he felt guilt, and shame set in.

Olivia sighed, and cradled his head in her warm, nurturing hands, "It's okay-"

"No…no it's not!" Elliot huffed, still feeling angry with himself, if anyone had treated one of his sisters the way he had behaved with Olivia, or even Kathy, he had no doubt in his mind that he would hunt the bastard down, to give him a lesson.

"I, Liv I said things, did things… Oh God, did-Liv did I hurt you?" Elliot asked, taking a step back, he grasped her biceps, holding her in place on the old wooden table. He couldn't exactly credit his father, but he had grown up with a great deal of respect for women. From his MeeMaw, to his sisters, it didn't matter their age, or life experience, he held women up on a pedestal. He knew better than to raise his voice, and the older he got, the bigger he got. As he came stronger, and bulkier, he noted that his appearance alone could be intimidating, it taught him to speak in a calming tone as well.

His eyes scanned her naked body, looking for any signs of injury, "El, please look at me, look me in the eyes."

Olivia nearly gasped when her boyfriend's eyes finally connected with hers. They were swimming in moisture, and she saw him try to rapidly blink his tears away.

"Hey," Olivia smiled as he turned his face away from hers, "Look at me," she instructed again.

Olivia rubbed his cheek in a soothing manner, and allowed him to slowly tilt his head in her direction. Once their eyes connected again, she had no trouble reading the guilt, and shame, as it was written across his face.

"I need you to hear me, I know we both did, and said things, but you did not hurt me, not one bit," Olivia explained.

Elliot shook his head, her hands tightened their grip, not allowing him to dislodge her, "Yo-you were trying to leave, I-I physically prevented you from getting out of this roo-oom."

Elliot hiccuped, straining to get his words past the lump in his throat.

Olivia exhaled loudly, "How many rooms have I locked you in?" she gave him a wicked grin, winking at him as she tried to inject some humour into their conversation.

Slowly but surely she watched as her young employee cracked a small smile, shaking his head 'no,' had turned into a hesitant nod, 'yes.'

"But," Olivia saw how quickly his happy expression dropped, "As much as I'd like to enjoy this moment, and never leave the safety I feel when I'm in your arms, we can't stay in here forever, our dates will already be wondering where we are."

"True," Elliot glanced up. "Can we ditch our dates? Maybe get outta here, go home? I-uhhh, just back to your place?"

Olivia gave him a small smile. Inside she was elated to hear he thought of her place as home. Since getting together they had been spending a lot of their spare time in her apartment.

Olivia shook her head, "I'm sorry, the night's unfortunately still young, it would look too suspicious, especially if we both left."

"Yeah, guess so…" Elliot agreed sadly.

"Hey, for whatever it's worth, I wish I was here with you," Olivia rubbed her thumb over his cheekbone.

"Yeah, I-I wish it was you on my arm. I want to show you off, let every sucker in there know that we're together, that I'm yours, and you're mine…" Elliot trailed off, quickly looking up, staring into her sparkling bright eyes.

"Not-not that I think I own you, or th-that you are or any women can be owned, 'cause yo-you can't, I don't, I just meant-"

Olivia laughed, and patted her youthful boyfriend on his strong shoulders, "Breathe," she took a deep breath, indicating for him to do so as well.

"I know what you meant, and I feel the same way," Olivia could hear how hoarse her tone sounded.

"Did-uhhh, did you, ummm, mean it?" Olivia asked in a small voice, trying to sound casual.

Elliot had barely opened his mouth to respond before his Captain went off on her own rant. "Because I understand if you just spat it out, we were both caught up in the heat of the moment, and well, I'm just saying I get it, if you want to take it back and-"

"I love you," Elliot blurted out, raising his voice to be heard over hers.

Olivia stopped talking, she had been staring at his collarbone, but raised her eyes. Blinking sheepishly she ducked her head for a moment. "You, ummm, do?"

Elliot gulped audibly, "I do, I've never said those words to anyone outside of my family, but uhhh, yeah I love you… Unless, I mean, if you don't? Maybe-is that why you asked? Because you regret saying it? I uhhh, that's cool too if that's the case-"

Olivia grabbed his head, smoothing her fingers through his short hair, she pulled him forward, sealing their lips together. She heard her Detective moan, before they could lose themselves in the kiss, she tugged his head back, "I love you too."

Olivia nuzzled his nose, resting her forehead against his she felt his lips turn into a smile as they brushed against hers.

"Yeah?" he whispered between them.

"Yes," Olivia couldn't keep the wide grin off her face.

Elliot tangled his fingers in her long mahogany locks, he resumed their previous kiss, tilting his head to deepen it. On the same page once again, he loved how she responded to his actions. She opened her mouth at the same time as him, their tongues duelling, swiping against each other, and across their lips. He captured her moan in his mouth, using the opportunity he tugged on her bottom lip, sucking softly he nipped at the swollen flesh before releasing it.

They both paused to catch their breath, offering quick pecks as their body's recovered from their mutual climaxes.

"We need to st-top," she huffed between them, "Or we'll never leave this room."

"Wo-would that be a bad thing? I wanna christen every surface of this library with you," Elliot hummed.

"Shit, don't say things like that, come on, we've got to get out of here," Olivia declared with one last kiss.

"Do you mind?" Olivia asked him holding up the halter straps on her dress, while quirking one perfectly shaped eyebrow.

Trying to dampen their arousal they had both collected their clothes, and started making themselves look presentable.

Elliot groaned. She was facing away from him, putting her long tan silky bare back on display.

Not missing a beat he walked up behind her. She was standing against one of the old wooden tables. He placed his hands on her waist, overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu, he was very tempted to bend her over the table again.

Elliot slowly lifted his hands up the front of her ribs, the fabric of her dress was so soft against his rough skin. His hands continued to climb, and he felt her hold her breath in anticipation. The next thing he knew, Olivia was exhaling loudly as his palms were filled with her breasts. He was severely tempted to slip his hands under the shimmery material, but settled for giving her perky mounds a soft squeeze, noting the hard pebbles pressing against his palms, he massaged her chest.

"Jesus El," Olivia huffed as she felt him eliminate any space left between them. She wasn't surprised to feel his hard shaft, as it pressed against her ass, it would seem he had fully recovered, a trait she had come to appreciate in her young lover.

Elliot tried to show his maturity, by not lingering too long on her chest. He finally grasped her dress straps in his hands, which allowed her to drop her arms, planting them on the hard surface in front of her.

Elliot took a small step back, he brushed her hair aside, and connected the clasp together behind her neck.

"So I gotta ask, who helped you the first time you put this dress on?" Elliot could only imagine his uncle's glee, as he helped the amazing woman in his arms get ready.

Olivia chuckled, "Wow you are a glutton for punishment aren't you?"

Elliot scowled, but kissed the nape of her neck, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Can't. Help. My. Self," he muttered, kissing down the vertebrae in her neck as he descended lower.

Olivia intertwined their arms, and hands, "Well then Detective," she husked. "You'll be happy to know my little old lady neighbour bailed me out this time. Her husband and her, quite often help me out, and I check on them, help them with groceries, and stuff when they need it."

Olivia laughed as she physically felt the tension leave her lover's body, a body that was completely wrapped around hers.

Olivia sighed. If anyone had asked her 6 months ago if she would ever date a younger man, she had no doubts she would have said, 'No.' If anyone asked her if she would have ever dated an employee of hers, she would have said, 'No.' Yet somehow half the year had gone by and she found herself doing both, and enjoying it.

As Olivia tried to sort through her jumbled thoughts, Elliot had slowly placed soft kisses down her spine.

'Screw maturity,' he thought, pausing at the fabric of her dress that was covering her ass. Elliot swiped his lips back, and forth over the skin, where the dress met her creamy exterior. Elliot kneeled down and grabbed her ass, and just like her breasts, her round posterior filled his hands.

Elliot couldn't help himself as he gathered the skirt of her dress in one hand, pulling it away from her body. Thanks to the slit up the side, he was able to expose her long tanned legs. Glancing up, Elliot thanked every God he could think of for putting him on a path in life, to someday meet this angel on Earth.

She was still leaning over the wooden table, her hands planted on the sturdy surface. The angle she stood at, with the addition of her heels, allowed him a view he would never forget. Her ass had never looked more delectable to him.

He could smell her arousal, leaning in he felt her jump as he swiped his tongue from her perineum, through her slick folds. He dipped his tongue in the fluids collecting at her entrance.

"Mmmm," he hummed as her unique taste hit his tongue. Despite Kathy's lies he had no other experience going down on another woman. He didn't know if all woman tasted the same, but he had a feeling Olivia was above average in that department too.

Moving along he lathered her clit with attention, causing his girlfriend to snap her back, arching backwards, pushing her core towards him.

"Jesus Christ Elliot," Olivia rasped, taken out of her thoughts the moment his warm tongue touched her body.

She was completely surprised, not at all expecting his ministrations. Looking down her dress blocked her view of Elliot. Unless she looked down over her shoulder, all she could do was feel. There was something about not being able to see him, but knowing it was his tongue that was about to send her over the edge, which she found incredibly sexy.

"Shit, shit, shhhhhhhhhit," Olivia chanted

Elliot hummed as a rush of fluid hit his chin, he knew from going down on her from behind that his face would be coated with her arousal, and he didn't mind one bit.

He knew when they left this room that he'd still be able to taste, and smell her on him. He briefly wondered if anyone else would be able to.

It was Elliot who was surprised as Olivia moved, pushing him away from her. He fell backward landing on his ass. He dropped her dress, and grinned when he saw her stumble, turning around to meet his eyes.

He witnessed how her expression changed, when she took in his disheveled appearance. He knew the look on her face, because as fucked up as it was, he had the same thoughts and feelings when their roles were reversed and she showed the signs of their passion. He knew she was getting off now, on the fact that she could see her fluids coating his lips and face.

Elliot raised an eyebrow, but it was Olivia who spoke first.

"Aren't you worried if you dance with Kathy that she might be able to see, or smell me on you at the very least?" Olivia panted, as she tried to calm down from her unexpected orgasm.

Elliot closed his eyes as he leaned on his elbows on the floor. What she said was so incredibly sexy to him. As much as he wanted to grab her by her ankles, and tug her down until she was straddling his dick, his very hard cock, they didn't have time for round 2, or was it 3? He wasn't quite sure anymore.

Once more he opened his mouth to speak, but it was Olivia who voiced his thoughts.

"As much as I want to drop to my knees," Olivia paused, licking her lips, "And as much as I want to crawl up your body, until I can reach your…" Olivia let her eyes do the talking as she stared at the bulge in his suit pants. She bit her lip, and Elliot felt himself twitch, as he pictured what she was saying.

Olivia grinned, catching the movement in his slacks.

Elliot groaned, sometimes he was still embarrassed by his body's over eager response. He turned onto his side, before pulling himself up. Standing before her he found his voice, "As much as I," he started, putting an emphasis on the word, 'I,' "want that too, we don't have the time. Right?" he stated unsurely.

As Elliot waited for a response, he licked his own lips, and using his fingers he wiped her moisture off his face, before sucking the digits into his mouth, moaning around them at the taste of her again.

Olivia watched with hooded eyes, and reached out with one hand, which he gladly took in his own.

"Rain check?" she asked turning, and walking to the door with him following behind.

"You bet," Elliot agreed, biting his own lip as he noted how good her ass looked in, and under her dress.

Olivia paused before opening the door, causing Elliot some confusion.

"Look, I know we both said things earlier, and I'm sorry for my words as well but, and I'm not happy we got in a fight, but the things it did reveal, I-I don't know, I think we, I think you, and I, are long overdue for a real talk," Olivia explained, as they stood by the large ornate library doors.

Elliot nodded as she spoke, "Yeah, yeah I think you're right."

"So, maybe at home? Sometime this weekend?" Olivia smirked, letting him know she had indeed caught his earlier slip, when he referred to her apartment as, 'home.'

"Sounds good," Elliot gave her his best dimpled smile.

"Now though, let's get back out there, the sooner we do, the sooner this stupid gala will be over," Elliot proposed.

Olivia cracked open the door, making sure the coast was clear she gave her boyfriend one last peck, before making a beeline for the closest bathroom, needing to clean up, and make sure she didn't look like her subordinate had just fucked her in the Governor's library, at a work function.

Olivia stared at herself in the mirror after standing in line. She should have been freaking out. Not only had they got in an obvious fight in front of their coworkers, but they had sex, in the same vicinity as their colleagues, bosses, and his parents.

Olivia dabbed a piece of paper towel between her tender breasts, wiping away any excess sweat. Although exceedingly pleasurable, she found her chest was slightly tender, shrugging her shoulders, she figured it was from the amount of attention he had paid to them.

Not about to complain about her young, hot, boyfriend's obsession with certain parts of her body, Olivia used the chance she had alone in the a bathroom to make sure nobody would be able to tell anything, just from looking at her.

Once she felt she looked the best she could, Olivia exited the bathroom to join the party she had abandoned earlier. She just hoped the night would move along quickly, she had no interest in being there with Tucker anymore. Nor did she want to watch Kathy drape herself all over her boyfriend. A couple more hours of smiling politely, and biting her tongue, she would be home free. She just hoped Elliot could keep his cool for that long too.

A/N: Sucks spending another birthday in the hospital, but there are worse things in life. It's an honour and an absolute privilege to grow old, especially when so many don't get the chance to. Thank you to everyone who took the time to wish me a happy birthday. I haven't been on Twitter as much because of all the negativity/spoilers. Any pictures related to this story, you can find on my IG. At new2svu2017, on all apps/platforms. Next chapter these 2 finally have a very overdue talk.