Protégé Chapter 5

A/N: Rated M for smut/NSFW. TW: If an employee/boss relationship bothers you, please don't read. If combining sexual acts and alcohol bothers you please don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own these folks.

Tuesday, Afternoon, 16th Precinct

Olivia and Nick were taking a break, having lunch together in her office. They had finished eating, when Olivia asked, "How was last night?"

"What with Stabler you mean?"

"Mmhm," Olivia replied.

"Meh he was okay actually, between his time in the marines and his old man being a cop I guess he's experienced loss before," Nick surmised, shrugging his shoulders.

Olivia nodded, "What about you, you doing okay?" Olivia asked, rubbing her hand against his strong shoulder, she couldn't help noticing how similar his body was to Elliot's.

Nick gave Olivia a small smile, "Yeah, don't get me wrong, it sucks and it bothers me, I'm sad we lost her, I'll worry when it doesn't bother me though," he continued, while moving his hand and rubbing her knee over her black pants. They were facing each other on the couch in her office, their legs propped up on the couch between them.

This was the position Elliot found them in when he entered the open office. Munch had told him their Captain wanted to see him. The door was open so he hadn't bothered knocking, however he wasn't happy about what he walked in on.

Olivia was grasping Nick's shoulder, and he had his hand on her leg. Elliot couldn't help it, he saw green.

Coughing loudly before speaking, Elliot entered further into the office, coming to stand in front of them, "So sorry to interrupt…" he spat, looking at his boss, then staring pointedly at the hand on her knee.

He watched as Olivia furrowed her eyebrows while removing her hand from Nick's shoulder, "But I heard you wanted to see me?"

Elliot crossed his arms over his chest, his shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and he was sweating slightly. Munch and Fin had given him some grunt work to do that morning, carrying boxes filled with reports down to a secure room in the basement of the building.

"You get those boxes done?" Nick asked.

Elliot just nodded at him.

Olivia sensed something was off with her young detective, she had just wanted to go over his DD5 from their latest case, it was his first real report.

"I just wanted to go over the file you submitted this morning," Olivia told him.

"Well on that note, I'm out," Nick said while standing up, "Thanks for lunch Liv."

Elliot watched Nick walk out of the office, he followed him before closing the door.

Elliot leaned both his hands against the door, thankful that the blinds were already closed.

Olivia stood and walked towards him, she stopped, leaving two feet between them. He was hanging his head down towards his chest, she wanted to reach out and rub his tense shoulders and back, but she couldn't touch him, especially in her office.

"You okay?" Olivia inquired wondering what was causing him to look like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Elliot chuckled darkly, "Yeah Liv I'm just great."

Olivia folded her arms across her chest, she picked up on the sarcastic way he practically sneered her name, "What's the problem? You're not subtle, we've established that already."

Elliot spun around facing her, "Are you screwing him?"

"Excuse me?!" Olivia exclaimed.

"Amaro are you screwing him too?" Elliot snarled, encroaching on her personal space.

"Too? Who else am I screwing?" Olivia questioned, completely unaware of who else she could possibly be sleeping with.

"Tucker obviously," Elliot sneered.

"What?! I'm not sleeping with Ed!" Olivia denied.

"Oh I see, but you are sleeping with Nick."

Olivia pushed Elliot against the wall, she grabbed him by his collar, "Even if I were, it'd be none of your damn business. You and I are not in a relationship. You have absolutely no claim over me."

Elliot smirked, he loved when she got worked up like this. Her mahogany eyes were blazing, sparking with more shades of brown than he could count. "I figure I have a right to know, you know, after what happened on your couch and in the weight room the other night."

"Bullshit. That was nothing and you instigated both those encounters," Olivia countered.

Elliot grabbed his Captain by the hips, pulling her body into his. "Maybe I started things, but you escalated them, Captain," he whispered into her ear.

Olivia gasped at the feel of his hard body against hers, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"You're so turned on right now aren't you?" Elliot breathed into her neck.

"N-no, no Stabler," Olivia denied.

Elliot swiftly moved a hand over her hip, reaching to smooth his palm over her core.

"Don't you dare!" Olivia gasped trying to intercept his hand but she was too late, latching onto his forearm but moaning when his hand cupped her burning desire.

"Ah Elliot, na-no not here ungh," Olivia groaned leaning her head against his shoulder.

"You're so damn sexy Liv, I'm going to make you cum so hard. Gonna make you see you don't need those other guys," Elliot rasped in her ear.

Olivia shook her head, she was standing against her young detective, in her office, in the middle of the day, being rubbed by her subordinate, over her pants, her clit thoroughly enjoying the friction, but her mind was battling back. This was completely inappropriate and his words finally cracked through her pleasure filled brain.

Olivia pulled his hand away and started walking backwards towards her desk, "Fuck, then make me cum baby." She pulled her shirt from her pants and unbuckled her belt.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Elliot asked uneasily.

Olivia turned and swept all the papers off her desk, she turned back towards Elliot and smiled seductively at him, "This is the fantasy isn't it? This is what you want, to bang me on my desk. That's your desire isn't it, to fuck your Captain."

Olivia undid the button on her pants, "Do you have a condom baby, cause you're gonna need it, if you don't I'm sure you can find some, we keep them in the storage room for our safe sex and consent seminars at the local high schools if you don't have one on you hunny."

Elliot quickly crossed the room, unable to take one more second of her taunting, he grabbed her wrists, preventing her from pulling down her zipper, "Stop! Stop you know this isn't what I want, not-not like this…"

Olivia glared at him, "No you keep pushing this, so let's do it already. Don't tell me you haven't fantasized this very scenario Stabler."

"Not for my first time," Elliot sighed, leaning his forehead against hers.

Olivia jerked back, "You mean our first time?"

Olivia saw his shoulders sag as he closed his eyes, the truth written all over his face.

Olivia pushed him away, "Get out Elliot, this, whatever the hell this is or was it's over now do you understand me? You're a fucking kid in his twenties, you have no business trying to screw a woman my age." Olivia turned away from him, doing her pants up and buckling her belt again.

Elliot reached out and tilted her head in his direction. "Our age has nothing to do with us, I didn't say never, I just said this isn't where I want our first time to take place. I don't want to worry about getting caught or doing it on a hard desk. I want to take my time with you, worship your body, mind, and soul."

Olivia sighed, no this was wrong, she had to push him away, because his words and actions were far too convincing.

Olivia shook her head, dislodging his hand, "You're young and inexperienced, I doubt you'd be able to give me much pleasure."

Elliot frowned and squeezed his hands into fists, angry at her words, "I haven't struggled so far!" he argued.

Olivia chuckled cruelly, "Oh please, like you said I've done all the work."

"Really cause I was just trying to finger fuck you Captain, but you put on the breaks!"

"I told you not here, we're at work. And on that note, get the hell out there and do some!" Olivia glared.

"Glady, Captain!" Elliot snapped, before stomping out of her office.

Olivia slammed her door, God that kid was so damn frustrating. She didn't know how the hell to handle him anymore.

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Olivia wasn't quite sure how she found herself sitting alone in a booth at a new bar/club, close to the precinct with her squad scattered about. Her eyes were currently locked on her youngest detective who had been sitting at the bar with Nick but had now attracted the attention of numerous young badge bunnies, one of whom was sitting on his lap sideways between his legs.

She wasn't jealous, but it was hard not to notice her hand daringly close to where she knew his shaft would be resting. Nick was busy talking to another guy, they seemed to be focused on the game on one of the TVs. Fin was huddled up at another section of the bar with Mel, Carisi and Rollins were looking super suspicious dancing closely together on the dance floor.

They were all a few drinks in but could those two be more obvious? She just hoped they didn't start kissing, that she couldn't just ignore.

Olivia chanced a glance back at Elliot to see him staring at her, while rubbing the leg of the pencil thin blonde on his lap. Olivia rolled her eyes at him, but Elliot just smirked and whispered something into the blonde's ear.

"You are far too beautiful to be sitting alone at this club," a deep silky voice said.

Her view of Elliot was suddenly blocked by a tall handsome man that she had smiled at earlier. She had clocked him with some friends, if she had to guess they were maybe some young Wall Street guys.

Olivia smiled at him, getting a perfect idea in her head, Elliot wanted to play with her, she really would teach him.

Olivia stood up, "Wanna dance?"

"I'd love to," he reached out and grabbed her hand, "Darren."

Olivia she rasped seductively, letting him pull her onto the dance floor. They walked right by Nick and Elliot, she gave the latter a cold glare as they passed, Elliot's eyes clocking her the whole way.

Olivia would normally never behave this way at her age, but she was pissed off and slightly inebriated, a dangerous combination.

Darren placed his hands on her hips, she was still in her work clothes, but fortunately her black slacks and blouse with a couple extra buttons unbuttoned, worked well for her.

Olivia wrapped her hands around his broad shoulders, swaying her hips rhythmically to the music.

He was perfect for his purpose, he was young, and fit. He was taller than Elliot too. She knew it'd bother him, that another young alpha was clearly interested in her. Served him right for thinking he had some kind of ownership over her.

Olivia was brought out of her thoughts by someone knocking into her back, causing her to stumble and Darren to wrap his arms around her. She looked over his sturdy shoulders to see Elliot dancing with his badge bunny just a few feet away.

Despite dancing with someone else he was staring at her though.

Olivia narrowed her eyes as she saw Elliot's hands slowly slide down the blondes sides to her hips.

Olivia moved until one of Darren's legs were between hers, their pelvises flush together. She clung to his back as they ground against each other to the beat of the music. She slid one hand down, letting it hover just above his ass.

Elliot squinted, his normally light blue eyes were a shade darker, he looked dangerous, angry. His badge bunny was facing her too and had no idea her dance partner was not committed to her.

Olivia frowned when Elliot pulled the woman against his pelvis.

Not to be outdone she spun Darren around, her back to his front, still not breaking eye contact with Elliot, 6 feet away.

Once again Darren was perfect as his hands finally began to roam more. Olivia could only make out half the things he was saying to her but the words 'hot' and 'sexy' were repeated often.

His hands were on her hips, and she placed hers on his strong thighs behind her, grinding her ass into the bulge in his pants.

Elliot grimaced, then moved his hands to the blonde's ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

Olivia sneered, and grabbed Darren's hands, she smoothed them up her body before squeezing them over her breasts. She opened her mouth and pretended to moan, swivelling her hips against his shaft behind her.

Elliot licked his lips, his eyes on fire. Olivia didn't need to hear a song called 'Turn me on,' but here she was grinding to it like a high school student. They weren't even dancing with each other, instead having eye sex from across packed dance floor. They were dancing with other people, but turning each other on.

Elliot's dance partner dipped to the floor rubbing her ass up and down his shaft. This was the last straw for Olivia. She pried Darren's hands off her breasts and muttered a quick, "Bathroom," before walking away just as she saw Elliot disentangle himself from the blonde too.

She rushed towards the bathroom area, she was sweating, the atmosphere in the club warm and heady or maybe it was just the situation with Elliot that had her feeling this way.

She slipped into the unisex bathroom but, before she could close the door a hand slapped against it, pushing it open.

Throwing caution to the wind Olivia grabbed his button down shirt and yanked him inside.

Elliot's lips crashed down against her own. He slammed the door shut and blindly reached for the lock.

Olivia moaned, grabbing his face and kissing him harder. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, immediately duelling with his.

They both groaned as Elliot grasped her hips and pushed her against the nearest wall.

He thrust his hips against hers, his hard shaft rubbing against her throbbing clit through their clothes.

Olivia reached down and cupped her hand over his erection, "This is mine, understand?"

Elliot whimpered, slapping his hands against the wall on either side of her head.

She had another hand on his hip, stilling his movements while stroking him harder over his slacks.

"I-Olivia please, I can't-fuck please," he begged, she had him at her mercy.

"Say it," she demanded, wanting to know she was the cause of his arousal.

"Yo-yours," he choked out when she squeezed him harder. Their foreheads were pressed together, lips swiping against each other's, but just breathing the same air into their open mouths.

Olivia grinned, "Unbuckle my pants Elliot."

Elliot groaned loudly before obeying her order.

Olivia undid his buckle and pants before moving her hand to her own core, when Elliot had finished undoing hers. Elliot gasped and watched her slip her hand into her pants. His eyes transfixed as she moaned and briefly closed her own eyes. She pulled her hand out, her fingers covered in her arousal, she pulled him by the lip of his boxers with her other hand, and slipped her wet hand down his pants, grasping his throbbing hardon.

They both groaned when she made contact. Her fingers didn't meet as they wrapped around the base of his cock. It was warm and soft to the touch in her hand. Using her own juices as a lubricant she started pumping his dick, twisting her hand from time to time as she slid it from the bottom to the tip of his penis. She paused at the tip, giving the mushroom head a firm squeeze on each pass.

"Touch me Stabler," Olivia instructed, if he wanted a teacher he was about to get one. She needed to cum, she was dripping and horny. Elliot nodded unable to speak through his panting and pleasure, as his hand slipped into her open pants.

Olivia gasped as his thick fingers slid through her lips, his palm knocking her clit accidentally.

"Unghhh," she moaned.

Elliot tried to concentrate, his hand backtracked, two of his fingers ran down the length of her swollen folds. Spreading her juices even more.

"God you're so wet," he said in a deep gravely tone.

"Because of you," Olivia breathed into his open mouth. "Fuck Elliot it's all because of you."

Elliot moaned and closed his eyes. "Th-this is the right place for this," he whispered.

Olivia nodded against his forehead, "Oh yes, El," crying out as one of his fingers slipped easily inside her.

Dear Jesus, Elliot thought, he hadn't really meant to do that as he was tracing her slick folds, trying to memorize the feel of her, but she was so wet that with little pressure his middle finger had slipped right inside, past her tight entrance and into a warm, wet haven.

"So warm, shit my God are all women so tight?" Elliot gasped.

Olivia chuckled, "I don't think so, at least not the ones I've been with."

She'd never seen her detective move so quickly as his head jerked back from hers. His eyes were blazing, dark and dilated. "I-you-wha-what?"

"Kidding, just kidding," she replied, "But you like the thought of that don't you?" She had felt him twitch and pulse in her hand when she suggested it.

Elliot groaned dropping his head back against hers. He gripped her lips, quickly slipping his tongue inside briefly, but neither could maintain the sloppy kiss, "Te-tell me what to do Captain," he rasped in a low sultry voice, trying to get back at her.

Olivia moaned, this time she was the one throbbing and twitching. He knew what that word did to her when they were in these kind of situations.

"Another finger," she ordered, "And my clit, rub the side of my clit."

Elliot groaned, he pulled his middle finger out of its new home and slowly pushed past the tight ring of tissue at her entrance with his index finger too. He wished he'd taken the time to pull down her pants because he was dying to see his fingers sink into her, see her stretch around him. His used his thumb and ran it up her lips trying to find that elusive bundle of nerves at the apex of her core. He knew when he found it as she gasped and spasmed in his embrace.

"Ye-yesssss Elliot," she rasped as she swirled her own thumb over the tip of his penis, smoothing his precum over the head.

Elliot gasped, it was all too much stimulation for him, "Liv I'm go-gonna…"

Olivia nodded, she moved her spare hand down his back, not stopping as she slipped it into his pants, and grasped his firm, solid, naked butt cheek.

She thought he had an amazing caboose for a man, and it was finally confirmed it felt as hard as it looked in her hand. She angled his hard shaft so that he wouldn't cum all over his clothes.

"Don't yo-you dare cum until you ma-make me cum too detective," Olivia whispered between them. She wanted to push him, see if despite his inexperience he could hold out for her. He wouldn't have to wait long, she was already on the cusp herself.

Elliot grimaced not knowing if he could stop himself from ejaculating.

"Fl-flick your fingers in-inside me, tw-twist them in a come hither motion against my fr-front wall," Olivia instructed.

Elliot smiled and pecked her lips while implementing her directions. He loved when she took charge and told him what to do.

"Ahhh," Olivia gasped, the pleasure so good. His fingers were thick, something she had noticed the first time they had met and they felt absolutely wonderful filling her up. The pressure on her clit was just perfect too and she found herself falling far quicker than she would have liked.

"Oh El-li-otttttttttttt," she stuttered out his name as her walls clenched even tighter around his digits.

Elliot didn't know if it was the low tone, the raspiness of her voice, his name leaving her lips, or the continued tugging and squeezing on his cock but he couldn't stop thrusting his hips, his first spirt of cum shooting out of him. She kept up her rhythm, prolonging his orgasm as she basked in her own.

Elliot kept up the movements on her pleasure centre as well. Trying to breathe while she milked him for all he was worth. He could feel her silky walls contracting against his two fingers and couldn't wait to feel those same walls applying the same pressure to his shaft.

When he finally paused his hip movements she released his member, allowing it to fall flaccid in his pants, tucking him down inside his boxers.

"Nuh-no more," Olivia whimpered as Elliot continued to pump his fingers and grind his thumb against her now sensitive clit.

Elliot slipped his hand from her panties, he so wanted to taste her, but she surprised him again when she reached for his hand and wrapped her lips around his soaking digits instead.

He gasped as she ran her tongue all over and in-between his fingers before letting them pop out of her mouth with a Cheshire grin on her face.

"You didn't think I'd let you taste me that way did you detective?" she teased.

"Aw fuck," Elliot panted, both still battling to catch their breath.

"Mmmm, not yet," Olivia rasped.

Elliot reached down and did up her pants, trying to ignore the blue lace he was covering up.

Olivia thought it was sweet, "You okay?"

"Ye-yeah," Elliot chuckled. "That was, I have no words."

"Mmmm, you take instructions very well I must say," Olivia replied, leaning against the wall while she watched him straighten out his own clothes and tried to calm down from her orgasmic high.

Elliot smiled at her, "So what does this make me, your apprentice?"

Olivia opened her mouth to respond just as there was a knock on the door, "Come on how much longer you gonna be?" an unknown voice yelled from the other side.

Olivia chuckled, she knew she might regret her behaviour in the morning when the alcohol and endorphins wore off, she unlocked the door and kept her head down as the pair slipped past the man waiting to use the bathroom.

They had barely reentered the main area of the bar and dance floor when she turned to look at Elliot, "How about my protégé?" she smirked at him.

Elliot grinned back at her, he could proudly accept that title. And judging by what happened at his new favourite bar tonight, he knew that she had so much more to teach him.

A/N: Much more to cum ;) with these two. I'll be updating undercovers this week too. Leave a review if you loved it or hated it.