Protégé Chapter 3

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16th Precinct, Evening, Weight Room

How would he not have remembered her? They'd been working together for a week. He knew she didn't remember him but did she really think anybody that attended that gala didn't have some kind of memory of her. Her beauty had eclipsed everything that night.

Elliot had just finished his service in the marines and was applying to the academy when his father had invited him to tag along. Joe never wanted him to join the police force, and thought a boring night, rubbing elbows with the brass, lawyers and droning politicians would help his cause.

Instead it just reaffirmed his decision to become an officer. Seeing people be rewarded, hearing harrowing tales of courage and bravery, and it didn't hurt laying eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

The woman who was now his boss, his Captain.

Elliot wandered over to the bench press. It was late, after eight, and Nick had given him the key to the small exercise room. Being in his mid twenties he felt like he could eat anything, but he prided himself on his physical fitness. He needed to workout, push himself further. It was a great way for him to get out his frustrations.

Wearing a muscle t-shirt and basketball shorts Elliot began lifting the heavy weights. He didn't check what was on the bar before he started but clearly whoever used the bench before him could lift. He found himself slightly struggling when-

"Oh," a woman gasped, nearly causing Elliot to drop the bar. He hadn't expected to run in to anyone this late.

Elliot put the weights back in place before he sat up and his gaze fell upon the woman he was trying not to think about 24/7.

"Sorry, I uh didn't expect anyone to be in here," Olivia commented.

Elliot shrugged, "I like to get a good workout in and Nick finally gave me a key."

"Oh, right, I'm just not use to someone else being in here. My squad knows I workout in here after work every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday," Olivia replied.

"I'm sorry I can go," Elliot offered, moving to stand from the bench.

"No um, no that's alright, it's fine," Olivia said, surprising herself.

Elliot nodded slowly, trying to keep his eyes from wandering up and down her body, taking in her fit gym clothes. "If you're sure?"

This time Olivia nodded, she placed her water bottle down on a table in the room. "Seems like you were struggling a bit when I came in here," she commented, figuring if she was stuck in this small gym with him, she couldn't very well ignore him.

Elliot smiled, "Yeah, maybe a bit, but I like a challenge," he smirked, maybe he could get her to spot him.

"Well since I'm here, and don't want you to injure yourself or worse, only one week into the job, I can spot you," Olivia offered.

Bingo, Elliot thought. "Awe I didn't know you cared Captain."

Olivia smiled as she moved to straddle the bench, standing above Elliot's head, "I don't, it would just look bad on my record."

Elliot frowned, damn she got me. He put his hands on the bar again, however looking up before he applied any pressure had him gulping loudly. Now standing above him was Olivia, in skintight yoga pants. Only a foot above his head. He could feel the front of her legs press into his shoulders.

"On three?" Olivia asked, trying to ignore the warmth coming from his body as she pressed her legs against him.

Elliot nodded, trying not to stare up at her glorious body above his head.

Together they lifted the bar, Elliot taking the bulk of the weight while Olivia just kept her hands on it, ready to catch it if he needed help.

Elliot was attempting to push through 12 reps. With each upward push he grunted, and in his head repeated, she's your boss.

Olivia was purposely ignoring his grunts. She had never realized before how the sounds of working out and sex could sound the same. Fuck it had been too long for her if just the groans erupting from her rookie could turn her on.

Elliot finally stuttered, "Rack it," Olivia ordered.

Together they secured the bar back on the rack, in an effort to try to put some space between them, Elliot attempted to sit up and maneuver himself out from under the bar. Instead all he managed was to wedge the back of his head and forehead against the front of Olivia's pants against her thighs and pelvis.

"Shit," Elliot exclaimed, quickly sliding down and off the bench. "Sorry bout that," he chuckled, trying to blow it off.

Everything had happened so quickly that she didn't even have a moment to indulge in the feeling of him against her, "Its okay…" she trailed off, embarrassed about her own arousal.

"Um you uh wanna switch?" Elliot proposed.

"Yeah, yes thanks," Olivia smiled. Again working together, they unloaded some of the weight on the bar before getting into position.

This time it was Olivia staring up into the crotch and body of her young, fit, detective. She could see a noticeable bulge through the thin material of his basketball shorts. She swallowed loudly, she had no doubt he had something to back up all that young swagger. He was her employee, her young young detective. Her twenty something subordinate, checking out his package hovering a foot above her head was definitely wrong. Olivia closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Letting Olivia lift the weight and simply keeping his hands on the bar for guidance, Elliot used the opportunity to really check out her body.

He knew she was older than him but her body definitely didn't show it. She obviously took care of herself, she was gorgeous. He took in her long legs on either side of the bench press. What he wouldn't give to have those strong thighs wrapped around his body instead. His eyes moved along to her hips, he wanted to grab ahold of them, lift her, pin her to the wall. Her upper body was covered by some kind of loose fitting t-shirt, the straps of her sports bra showing through the large baggy neckline. He watched her strong arms flex as she pushed through her reps, he could see her abdominal muscles clenching as she breathed through the exercise.

After 12 reps Elliot helped her put the weight back on the stand, being careful not to do what Elliot had, Olivia carefully slid under the bar and moved to put some distance between her and her subordinate.

Elliot watched Olivia cross the room to her water bottle. He was parched. He hadn't brought anything in with him. He tried not to stare at her ass in those yoga pants, but the woman didn't play fair.

Olivia turned to see him staring at her. She unscrewed her water bottle, gulping down a cool mouthful, the atmosphere in the room was heated, in more ways than one.

Elliot cleared his throat, "You uh you're strong."

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "You're not too shabby yourself Stabler. Want some?" she offered holding out her cold bottle.

Elliot nodded, his gaze was focused on a drop of sweat working its way down her tanned neck, "Thanks, forgot," he responded reaching out for the bottle.

Elliot took a couple sips, before he could stop himself he saw his hand reach out again to swipe the sweat just as it hit her clavicle.

Olivia leaned back against the table, "Ugh yeah it's hot in here," Olivia murmured as she lifted her baggy tee, using is to wipe her neck and head. She wasn't sure if she was just referencing the temperature though.

Elliot stepped into her personal space, placing the water bottle on the table beside her. "Yeah, yeah it is," he agreed, leaning one arm on the table beside her. "So you've known me a week now, any notes, anything you personally want to teach me?"

Olivia sighed, he was too close, she could clearly smell his cologne, "Um, no, Nick said you've been good, eager to learn-"

"Oh I am eager to learn, especially from you, I have a feeling you could teach me so many things Olivia-"

Olivia interrupted him, "Elliot…you've got to stop." She placed her hand against his strong shoulder, intending on pushing him back a bit.

"Stop what?" he whispered into the side of her head, he nuzzled into her hair.

"You're not exactly subtle Detective," Olivia sighed.

Elliot smirked, "Neither are you Captain, you don't know what it is, but you like me, don't you?"

Olivia didn't dare move her hand from drifting any further than his shoulder, "Elliot nothing is going to happen here. You're my-my-"

Elliot moved so both his arms were either side of her hips, on the table, "I'm your what?"

"Subordinate, employee, detective, I'm, I'm your boss, your Captain, I'm in charge, I-this-it's wrong, it's forbidden…" Olivia trailed off, keeping her eyes on his face.

"God you make it sound so hot," Elliot groaned. "You can be in charge of me any day."

Olivia shook her head, "Stop, that's what I'm talking about. You obviously find me attractive but you can't go around saying things like that."

"Do you find me attractive Captain?" Elliot inquired.

"Elliot, this is completely inappropriate, you have to stop, I'm your boss," Olivia groaned.

"And if you weren't?" Elliot took a chance, he raised his right hand, cupping her cheek.

Olivia couldn't help leaning into his touch, her eyes fell to a tattoo on his forearm that she hadn't noticed before, "You were a marine?"

Elliot nodded, "Tell me if I met you outside of here that I'd stand a chance," he whispered, stroking her cheek.

Olivia knew if she looked into his eyes, his deep blue soulful eyes, that she would do something stupid, she tried to make light of the situation, "El, this is ridiculous I could be your mother for God sakes," she chuckled.

"Age is just a number, besides maybe you're exactly what I need, someone to teach me, guide me, you know…put me in my place Captain," Elliot gruffly spoke, leaning in closer.

Using the hand on her face Elliot tried to maneuver Olivia's head, tilting it to line up their lips.

"Nuh," Olivia moaned, dodging his mouth at the last moment, their noses knocking.

"Kiss me," Elliot demanded, brushing his nose against her.

"It's wrong," Olivia whispered.

"Just once, just once and I promise if you feel nothing, I'll never bother you again, kiss me Olivia," Elliot proposed, his warm breath cascading across her face as he continued to nuzzle against her.

Olivia shook her head, "You don't want this, you don't want me Stabler. You're a young good looking man, you use your twenties to your advantage, you can have any young woman you want. Don't go wasting your time with one of the only women in your life that you can't have."

Elliot sighed, "Do you think I would have remembered you from years ago if you weren't worth my time?"

"Th-that's different, it's just physical."

Elliot laughed, "God I wish it was just physical, it was at first I won't lie." He held her head in both his hands, moving them to the nape of her neck. "Through research I got to know you a bit. Your work ethic, your tenacity, your fight, your passion, but watching and talking to you this week, shit it's only been seven days, but you're so much more amazing than I ever-"

"Elliot," Olivia interrupted, "Please," neither knew what she was pleading for though.

"One kiss, no one will ever know, I promise," Elliot said.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "I know guys like you Stabler, they brag about this in the locker room."

"Not gonna tell a soul, promise, your more than locker room gossip, what are you afraid of Captain? After all you have nothing to lose, one kiss and you get rid of your problem."

Olivia couldn't believe she was even contemplating this, she knew exactly what she was afraid of, she was afraid she'd like it. But his incessant flirting was becoming more of a problem. As if his words weren't enough, she could constantly feel his eyes following her body whenever they were together in the squad room and she wasn't the only one to notice. Both Fin and Nick had teased her that the new kid had a boyhood crush on her, the term 'cougar' was even thrown out.

"One kiss that's it, then you're done do you understand me Stabler? No more flirting, no teasing, no staring at me, no checking me out, no sly little comments, this ends now," Olivia demanded.

Elliot nodded, "As long as you feel nothing, I promise on my badge to never flirt with you again."

Olivia could see the honesty in his eyes, finally moving her own hands, she placed them on his strong forearms. His skin was soft, and slightly damp from sweat. It was warm to her touch, Elliot tipped her head again, their lips glancing off each other's.

"Kiss me," Elliot repeated, hoping the third time was the charm.

Olivia inched forward, pressing her lips against his, making sure to keep her lips closed. She tried to keep it light, as he hovered over her, but he wasn't going to let her go that quickly. As she moved to pull back from the peck, his lips kept in contact and followed.

Olivia moaned as Elliot moved, he pressed their lips together harder, as he situated himself between her legs. Olivia was still leaning back against the table.

Elliot released her lips, only to adjust their angle, he dove back in, grasping her bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth.

Olivia groaned, she was pleasantly pleased with his kissing abilities and couldn't help reciprocating.

Elliot gasped when he felt Olivia respond, he pulled on her neck, deepening their kiss, and moaning when he felt the first swipe of his Captain's tongue against his lip.

He knew for sure now that Olivia could teach him a thing or two.

Olivia whimpered as their kisses continued, a part of her taking over the encounter, pushing up off the table, controlling the kiss and their movements.

Elliot didn't know what was happening. How things had gone from a simple kiss, to a heated make out session. But he wasn't going to complain or stop, even though he was beginning to feel out of his depths. He may portray a cocky attitude but little did his Captain know, he was extremely inexperienced.

Olivia sighed into his mouth, scratching softly at the back of his neck and head, he had cut his hair and shaved the previous week, the clean look worked for him too.

"Hey Benson you still here?" they heard Nick call out from somewhere in the unit.

Olivia and Elliot broke apart, Olivia pushed her young Detective away, putting a few feet between them just as the gym door banged open.

Both were panting, but turned to look at Nick. Olivia knew they had to look suspicious as hell. Yes they could use exercising as an excuse for their heavy breathing, sweaty exteriors, and rumpled clothing, but she wasn't quite sure how to explain away their swollen wet lips.

"Uh hey," she called, clearing her throat.

"Hey yourself," Nick said quirking an eyebrow, "I was down at the bar but thought I'd see if you needed a ride before I headed home…"

Olivia smiled, "Yeah, thanks that'd be great actually, I was finished here."

Nick nodded, "You accomplish what you wanted?" he asked, glancing at Elliot, who wasn't looking at him, keeping his back to him instead.

Olivia took a moment to catch Elliot's eye over her shoulder, "Oh yeah, I'm done here," she gulped, hoping he got her message.

All she got was Elliot frowning and squinting his eyes at her.

Olivia walked over to Nick, "I'm going to grab my stuff, I'll meet you at the stairs, five minutes?"

"Sounds good, night Stabler," Nick called.

"Ye-yeah, night man, Captain," Elliot groused.

"Bye," Olivia murmured walking out the door to her office. Now this was a situation she wasn't sure she was completely out of no matter what she had told Elliot, she had a feeling he could feel everything she felt during that kiss, and the little she knew of him, she didn't think he would just let this go.

A/N: All mistakes mine. All reviews appreciated.