Protégé

A/N: TW for talk of abuse/case, very briefly at the start. cjrocks24, your wish is my command, enjoy this update ;) This chapter is super corny, heads up. Hope you enjoy and this give somebody something to read as we wait for a promo for season 23. Once again they're totally OOC, but that's what makes this fiction. Sorry for the wait but at least it wasn't another 6 months. Rated M. NSFW probably.

Disclaimer: Obviously SVU isn't mine or they'd be doing shit like this.

Chapter 08

Tuesday Evening, Mercy Hospital

"Hey you okay?" Olivia asked walking down the hospital hallway towards her young detective. The smell of hand sanitizer filled her airway, as the bright lights flickered in the corner where he was standing.

Elliot was staring at the floor, arms raised, hands planted against the wall. Olivia could see how tense he was.

"Yeah, it's just you hear stories like this and it never gets easier," Elliot replied angrily.

Olivia rubbed his shoulder as she approached, it was hard, clenched in his anguish, "You've only been doing this a few months Elliot, every case hits hard in the beginning, but you're right, it never gets easier."

Elliot sighed heavily, he finally looked up, chancing a glance at his boss, "I've been hearing and seeing these things a lot longer than that."

Olivia looked around at all the commotion, seeing nurses and doctors she recognized, she pulled back from comforting her subordinate. She didn't know what came over her in the first place. She was only at the hospital because Nick had an appointment with his daughter he had to attend.

"What do you mean? Did your father tell you about his cases?" Olivia asked.

Elliot chuckled darkly, "Are you crazy, my old man didn't want any of us becoming cops, he kept his work life as separate as he could from his home life. Elliot paused, and stared at Olivia, wondering if she cared as his boss or something more. He decided to open up to her. "Let's just say I saw a lot of abused women and children when I was overseas in the marines, doesn't matter the continent, shit like this happens everywhere," Elliot explained quietly, his voice wavering in his anger.

Olivia tentatively reached out again. She placed her hand on his upper back. "I'm sorry you had to see and experience that."

"Couldn't even do anything to help them over there," Elliot could feel the comfort of her hand through his button up.

Olivia nodded sadly, "Maybe you couldn't help the victims back then, but you can now. I got the arrest warrant, so let's go get this-"

"Marcy, Marcy where's Marcy?" their suspect yelled as he jogged through the hospital hallway, running into a medical cart.

"Even better, now you can help her," Olivia directed Elliot towards their perp, "Arrest and mirandize him Detective."

As much as Elliot wanted to beat the shit out of the wife beater and rapist, he instead followed his Captain's orders. Mirandizing and frisking the man before cuffing him.

Together they walked him out to a squad car, listening to his threats, but just as they were about to hand him over to a pair of officers, the perp pulled a knife, slashing at the air around them with his cuffed hands.

He surrendered rather quickly when all 4 officer's around him pulled their guns.

Knife removed and bagged as evidence, Olivia turned towards Elliot as the officers transported their perp to the precinct.

"What was that? Did you miss it when you frisked him?" Olivia inquired.

"Liv shit, I'm so sorry I guess I did," Elliot rubbed the back of his head and neck.

"Let's get back to the house," Olivia sighed, "I'll meet you there." Sometimes she forgot just how green Elliot was. She was use to Detectives having years of experience on the streets before being promoted. It wasn't his fault but he had only graduated from the academy less than a year before he was promoted to her unit. He acted more mature than he was. Was her physical relationship with him clouding her judgement? Or her ability to remain objective and teach him? Olivia shook her head as she drove back to the 16th, it wasn't her job to train him, Nick needed to show him the ropes. She was his boss, but maybe she could demonstrate a thing or two.

Olivia watched from her office as Elliot and Fin interrogated the man they had just arrested, as Casey walked in.

"Hey how's it going? I heard there was a little hiccup bringing him in?" Casey questioned, standing next to Olivia at the two way mirror.

"Mmhm," Olivia hummed, "Nothing too bad, he pulled a knife on us but we disarmed him quickly."

"Good, good, I'll add it to his charges…" Casey trailed off, her eyes roaming up and down Elliot's body.

"How's he working out?" Casey asked, nodding her red haired head at Elliot.

"Uh yes, I've run into him once in the weight room, I think he mainly just lifts, didn't see him doing any cardio-" Olivia was cut off by her fiery ADA.

Casey stared at her in confusion, "I meant how is he working out with the squad?"

"Oh, aside from today, he's been a pleasant surprise," Olivia explained hesitantly as she watched Casey's eyes rake over her detective's form once more. Olivia squinted, not liking the way Casey was observing him. He wasn't wearing anything special, but his rolled up work shirt was exposing his strong forearms. He was leaning over the table, his strong hands pressed into the cool metal. Olivia gulped as she stared at his thick fingers, thick fingers that had been inside her, bringing her to climax on her desk not 10 feet away. Olivia squeezed her legs together, completely distracted as her eyes moved to his delectable ass, which somehow looked good in everything he wore.

"God does he have an older brother? Or younger uncle?" Casey practically moaned beside her, nudging her shoulder and bringing her out of her daze.

"Jesus Christ Casey!" Olivia rolled her eyes, but smiled as the perp began writing down his confession.

"Oh please, you have to admit he's nice to look at Benson, and all that young pent up energy and sexual power, I bet he'd be more than satisfying in bed," Casey continued, biting her lip.

Olivia slapped her hand against her cheek in astonishment. She knew her detective was a good looking young man but she didn't like the urge she had to smack Casey for noticing Elliot's handsome appearance as well.

"He's practically a kid Casey, he's barely an adult," Olivia scoffed, trying to ignore the green monster she could feel bubbling up inside.

"Are you joking? A man in his mid twenties, that's sexual prime right there Benson! That's when you wanna get 'em, they make the best one night stands," Casey explained jovially.

"Alright enough, if he's as great as you think then I'm sure he has a girlfriend or something with someone," Olivia groused, wanting time get away from this topic of conversation immediately.

Casey nodded, "Yeah, you're probably right," she sighed sadly as they watched Fin and Elliot wrap things up with their perp.

Thirty minutes later, their perp was transferred to the tombs, and Fin was giving Casey a ride home.

She watched Elliot in the interrogation room, leaning his head against the metal table as he sat in one of the chairs. The more she learned about him the more a weird warm heat spread through her body. She wasn't quite sure what she was feeling for him, but she didn't like that she was feeling anything. Sex. She could handle the sex with her twenty something detective, but anything more? That wouldn't work, couldn't work. He was too young, her subordinate and there was no way he could be catching feelings for her too.

Resolute in her thoughts Olivia entered the interrogation room. It was heading towards midnight and the squad room was deserted.

Elliot raised his head and blinked up at her with a sheepish expression on his face when she entered.

"Oh sorry I thought you had left," he stated as he stood from his metal chair.

"Long day?" Olivia inquired as she walked towards him.

Elliot shrugged not looking at her but staring at the floor, "Just feel bad for screwing up. Could've been a lot worse."

Olivia nodded approaching him in the interrogation room, "About that, I think maybe you need a tutorial, some practice, because clearly you weren't taught how to frisk someone properly."

Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, "Oh, uh, okay? You want me to ask Nick or someone sometime?"

Olivia shook her head as she stood near him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body. "No I'll teach you, as long as that's okay with you?" She watched Elliot slowly nod.

"Why don't we get started, show me what you did today?" Olivia moved to face the cement wall.

Elliot gulped, he approached her from behind, "Please place your hands shoulder width apart against the wall by your head," he ordered, trying to sound authoritative.

Olivia did as he commanded.

"Good, do you have any weapons or anything sharp on you?" Elliot asked as he patted her extremities going back and forth on both arms before crouching down and doing the same on her legs.

"No I do not," Olivia replied scrunching her brows as he stood back up and declared he was finished.

Olivia shook her head and turned to face him. "That was very…um lets switch places, I'll show you what you actually need to be doing."

They spent the next 10 minutes with Olivia trying to professionally demonstrate to her Detective how to properly frisk someone, while ignoring the strong, flexing muscles that she could feel underneath his clothes.

"Spread your legs," she commanded, before running her hands up and down his strong calves, and solid thighs.

Olivia stood and finished up the procedure, "Alright, are you ready to try again?"

They were both breathing slightly heavier as the switched roles again. Olivia could feel Elliot's breath against the back of her neck, he was standing much closer to her than he had the first time. She was pleasantly surprised by his professionalism, as he worked his was through the procedure. She was struggling to keep her thoughts and hands to herself as she felt his large hands all over her body. She nearly moaned when he husked and ordered her to "Spread 'em."

Olivia was nearly panting when he finished. "Good, good that was uh, good…" Olivia trailed off, her eyes gliding down his body, she bit her lip. "Maybe you need me to show you once more?" she questioned, her gaze locking on to his oceanic eyes.

She watched him swallow before nodding and moving into position against the wall again.

Olivia heard him gasp as she stood behind him, not leaving an inch of space between her chest and his back. His solid ass connecting with the front of her slacks.

Olivia ran her hands along his flexing forearms. She could feel goosebumps appearing in her wake. She tilted her head, "Do you have anything sharp, or hard on you? Anything that you may… poke me with?" she purred in his ear.

"Shit," she heard him mutter under his breath.

"Hmmm, I'll take that as a yes," Olivia husked in his ear. Keeping up her routine she continued, "Well it doesn't appear to be in your sleeves."

Olivia placed her hands against his pecs and ran them down his defined abdomen. She could feel his muscles clenching beneath his shirt. She pulled his button up out of where it was tucked into his pants.

"Hmmm, doesn't seem to be hiding under your shirt either," Olivia moved her hands to his hips.

"What about here, am I getting closer?" Olivia pressed her lips against his straining neck, allowing them to glance against his skin.

"Damnit Liv," Elliot huffed, panting as he hung his head and closed his eyes.

Olivia loved the way his body responded to hers, even when she wasn't trying.

Olivia moaned as she pushed her hands into his front pockets. Her hands brushing against his erection through the lining of his pockets and boxer briefs.

Elliot grunted as she rubbed him, "What you do to me…"

"Mmmm," Olivia groaned, unable to stop her hips from bucking against his firm butt.

Olivia moved her hands to his belt buckle, undoing it with ease. She opened his pants and pulled his boxers back, allowing his hard shaft to poke up out of his underwear. "And what do we have here?" Olivia husked, peering over his shoulder and looking down at his length.

"Please," Elliot mumbled quietly, leaning his shaky arms against the concrete walls.

Olivia liked how quickly he turned into putty in her hands. It boosted her ego that she could arouse this sexy young man at her age.

"Seems like you could really make an… impact, with this," Olivia muttered heavily in his ear. She took him in her hands, rubbing his tip and spreading the moisture on his head. She pumped her hand up and down his warm shaft, using the other to cup his balls.

Elliot bucked into her hand, creating a rhythm she tried to match. Olivia furrowed her brow, it wasn't as smooth as she wanted it to be for him, it was too dry. Letting go of his throbbing erection Olivia slipped her hand into her pants. She swiped her fingers through her own juices, collecting as much as she could.

"Oh, oh, ah," Elliot exclaimed as he felt her hand around his hard on again.

He slid easily through her hand, her moisture all over his dick, turning him on even more.

It didn't take long as Olivia listened to his stuttered breath.

Elliot shook his head, "Gonna, gonna come, Liv, ughh, shit, can't."

He pumped his hips as he squirted, his seed covering the wall he was leaning against. Olivia bucked against his ass and kept up her hand movements, watching as he dripped down the wall. She was surprised how long his climax lasted as she milked him, wishing he was inside her.

Olivia released his balls as he slowed down. She rubbed his stomach under his shirt, his abs heaving.

When she was sure his orgasm was over Olivia swiped her fingers over the head of his dick, collecting any excess moisture.

Elliot groaned heavily as he heard Olivia suck their combined juices off her fingers. He was panting as Olivia tucked him back into his underwear and pants.

Olivia massaged his tense shoulders, unable to keep her hands off him, "You okay?" she asked tenderly.

Elliot scoffed incredulously, trying to catch his breath, he spun around quickly and grabbed Olivia by her hips. He switched positions with her, lacing their fingers together, he pinned her hands against the cool cement wall. "My turn," he whispered breathily into her ear, smiling as a shiver wracked her body from head to toe.

Elliot was breathing easier as he released her hands and slid his up her arms, squeezing her biceps over her purple blouse. "Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way…"

"Are you concealing anything on your person?" Elliot looked down at her heaving chest through her silky blouse.

When Olivia didn't respond Elliot continued his charade, "Hmmm so you're gonna take the hard way? Fine by me." Elliot heard Olivia gasp as he ran his hands up her shaky abdomen, catching her large breasts in his palms.

"Are you hiding anything in here?" he pressed, squeezing the heavy weight in his hands. "I think I need a better look," he quipped, as he popped the first few buttons on her blouse. A black lacy bra came into view the lower he went. He could see her breasts straining against her bra. Her heavy panting making them jiggle.

"Can't be too thorough," Elliot huffed in her ear. He felt Olivia sag against him and moan lowly as he slipped his hands into her bra. He could feel her hard nipples against his palms.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, causing Elliot to grin. He leaned his head against hers, "I think you're in the clear up here, let's move on."

Elliot flicked and pinched her distended buds before slipping his hands out of her bra.

"Where else could you conceal something?" Elliot teased her, pretending to think, he took half a step back and slid his hands down her back, slipping them into her back pockets and squeezing her firm butt cheeks.

"Christ!" Olivia exclaimed, Elliot could see her panting, her breaths unsteady.

"Hmmm, no nothing here… That just leaves…" Elliot trailed off.

He didn't ask this time, he simply kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs.

"Oh my God," Olivia groaned, not expecting the move.

Elliot reached around to the front of her body, and slowly pulled her leather buckle apart.

"And what do we have here?" Elliot whispered in her ear, his warm breath causing her to shiver in his embrace. He slid his hand down the quivering muscles of her abdomen, slipping past the band of her black lacy panties. His fingers were greeted by her smooth silky skin, followed by her warm wet juices.

They both moaned when his digits glided through her swollen folds, rubbing against her clit, then knocking her entrance.

"Absolutely dripping," Elliot mumbled into her hair. "Could easily hide something down here," he grunted, struggling to talk. "I think I need to have a closer inspection."

Olivia groaned and hung her head as she felt Elliot crouch behind her. He grabbed the sides of her pants and yanked them down to her calves.

"Jesus, shit Stabler!" Olivia looked back to see Elliot's face 6 inches from her thong clad ass.

"Mmhm," Elliot practically purred, he gripped both sides of her black lace panties and jerked them down to her spread knees, as far as they would go. He noted with satisfaction how damp they were. Settling on his knees he pressed on her lower back, the position pushing her ass out.

Elliot gulped loudly, he'd only gone down on her once, he was worried he wouldn't be able to repeat his previous performance, but he wasn't about to waste the opportunity he had been given.

He could feel Olivia's legs trembling as he smoothed his hands up and down her upper thighs. Elliot licked his lips, his mouth was salivating at the sight before him. Her round plump ass was on full display, he palmed and squeezed her cheeks. His gaze slid lower, he could see her puffy lips, swollen from her arousal and darker than the rest of her tanned skin. He noticed her puckered entrance, clenching as he released a puff of warm air against it. Lastly he noted her engorged clit, peaking out from under its hood. Her entire core was shining, covered in her arousal.

"Gotta make sure you're not hiding anything down here," Elliot swiped a single digit from her entrance to her clit, rubbing softly against it before sucking his finger into his mouth.

He grasped both sides of her ass, and pulled back her cheeks, exposing her core even more to the cool precinct air.

Not wasting anymore time Elliot plunged his tongue through her lips. Adjusting his head, he sucked her folds into his mouth one by one, holding Olivia steady.

Olivia jerked and shivered, leaning heavily against the wall. "Fuck, El!" It felt like he was making out with her lower lips.

"Mmhm," Elliot hummed, the vibrations causing Olivia to twist and turn in his grip.

Elliot breathed in her intoxicating scent, and sucked up as much of her moisture as he could. He was inebriated by her taste.

After a moment he slipped his tongue into her hot wet core, instantly feeling her walls bare down all around him. He heard her cry out his name, grinding down on his tongue and face.

Elliot reached down with one hand, applying pressure to her throbbing clit.

Her reaction was immediate. Olivia began a steady rhythm as she bared down against his tongue and fingers.

"Yes, yes, yes," Olivia chanted above him. "So good, fuck right there Stabler."

Elliot went in for the kill, he moved his tongue around her pulsating tunnel, finally finding that spot, and tapping his tongue against her front wall repeatedly.

"Unghhhhhh," Olivia whined, her body seizing as her orgasm rushed through her body.

Elliot wasn't prepared for the rush of excess liquid that she released against his tongue and face.

He could feel her walls baring down on his tongue, squeezing it in her tight tunnel. Elliot hummed, trying to catch as much of her juices as he could.

He kept up his movements, prolonging her strong orgasm.

He pulled back when he noticed her pushing up onto her tip toes, grunting and trying to get away from his mouth and fingers.

Elliot heard her moan as she panted, her core sensitive, he was careful as he licked around her folds and ass, cleaning up as much of her secretions as he could.

Elliot pulled her panties back up her legs, and then her pants as he rose to his feet. He fixed her clothes to the best of his abilities, keeping a firm grip on her waist as her legs shook unsteadily.

"Well, it would seem you're in the clear," Elliot husked in her ear, his voice low and gravely.

Olivia chuckled in his embrace and turned around. She leaned back against the wall, making sure to avoid his juices which they needed to clean up before they left.

"That was amazing," Olivia smiled, blushing slightly when she noticed how wet his lower face was with her moisture.

"That it was, you're an amazing teacher," Elliot grinned widely, leaning in most of the way, he allowed Olivia to close the distance between.

Olivia gripped both sides of his face and pulled him in. They both moaned, Olivia could taste herself on his lips and tongue. It turned her on to see and taste herself on his face.

Elliot allowed Olivia to plunge her tongue into his mouth, he reached down between the wall and her body, grabbing her ass and pulling her into his groin.

Olivia couldn't help noticing the bulge against her sensitive core. She couldn't believe he was already hard again. The older men she dated never recovered that quickly. Maybe Casey was right about Elliot being in his sexual prime.

Slowly their kiss went from heated and hurried to calm and passionate. They only ever kissed as a prelude to a sexual act, but this was turning into something deeper, something more. They were kissing for comfort, a connection.

Olivia broke the kiss, and leaned her head back against the wall. He kissed and nipped his way up and down her exposed throat and upper chest. She closed her eyes, she couldn't recall kissing someone else after her orgasms. But that softer kiss had awakened something inside her. She thought she could handle sex with her young detective but now she wasn't so sure. Although their climaxes were hot and hard, he was so tender with her afterwards as he dressed and kissed her.

Olivia was more confused than ever, but she was also tired, the strong orgasm he gave her had been the last straw, all she wanted to do was crawl into bed wrapped in Elliot's strong arms.

Olivia snapped her eyes open as that thought ran through her mind. She didn't cuddle. With anyone. And she made it a point to rarely sleep over at anyone's house.

"We, uh, we need to clean up and get out of here," Olivia stated. Unable to stop herself she glanced between them at his hard on, "Are you okay, do you need me to-"

Elliot shook his head, "I'm good, promise."

He leaned in one last time, tilting his head and kissing her. It was all soft lips and no tongue as he tugged and soothed her lower lip.

Olivia moaned, his mouth was supremely distracting.

"So beautiful," he breathed into her mouth as he pecked her lips, unable to stop kissing her.

Olivia finally pushed him away, she could easily stand there all night making out with him. That thought alone as well as all of the other ones she had that night, scared her.

Quickly they cleaned up the interrogation room, making sure they were presentable as well.

They walked into Olivia's office.

"Any chance of getting a copy of that video?" Elliot asked, pointing his thumb in the direction of the room they just left.

Olivia laughed, "You think I didn't turn the cameras and microphone off before I went in there?" She quirked a shapely eyebrow at him as she gathered her belongings.

Elliot rubbed the back of his head, "Well that's just a damn shame, what a wasted opportunity!"

Olivia walked towards him. She looked like a panther stalking its prey. "Oh really Detective? The thought of watching us together like that, turns you on?"

This time it was Elliot quirking an eyebrow, "Watching you in any setting will turn me on Captain. But yes to answer your question, the thought of being able to watch myself bring you to a climax? Getting to see your face scrunched up in ecstasy over and over again? That's what dreams are made of Liv."

Olivia gulped, his words stirring feelings and sensations inside her, from her heart to her core.

"Come on, lets get out of here, we need to be back in a few hours," Olivia said trying to appear calm on the outside even though she was in chaos on the inside.

Together they walked out to their respective vehicles. They paused in the parking garage, both fighting the urge to reach out and physically say goodbye.

Elliot rubbed his knuckle against the side of his head, "Well, ummm, have a good night, and thank you for the uh, lesson."

Olivia smiled shyly, "Get home safe Detective."

Elliot watched as Olivia walked to her car, his eyes lingered on her ass, he swore she was putting an extra sway in her hips. He bit his lip and rolled his eyes as she got into her car. This woman was driving him crazy. He was addicted to every aspect of her.

He waved as she drove by him.

Elliot walked to his motorcycle. Lost in his thoughts, she was too good for him. He didn't know how he was even given this chance with her, but he was going to do everything in his power not to screw it up.

A/N: No beta all mistakes mine. Thank you for all the kind words and reviews, they've really encouraged me to to start writing again now that I have a phone. I was worried after 6+ months I wouldn't be able to produce anything worth reading but your words of encouragement help.

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