Protégé

A/N: Picks up where chapter 9 left off. TW for discussion of a case containing the assault of a male, not graphic, one sentence. I haven't specifically specified Olivia's age yet and I don't know if I ever will, I kind of like you to imagine her at what ever age you want over 30. Rated M for a reason, don't read at work, maybe. Can't believe this story is already 10 chapters!

Chapter 10

Disclaimer: Don't own SVU or NBC yet.

Monday Afternoon, 16th Precinct Squad Room

"Fin, Stabler, my office now," Olivia ordered as she turned and walked briskly into her office.

Olivia paced back and forth in front of her desk as she waited for the two men to enter.

"Close the door," Olivia commanded, flipping her hand in the general direction. "Have a seat."

Fin and Elliot sat down on the couch in her office, as Olivia settled with her butt resting against her desk. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I want to start by saying neither of you are obligated to participate in this assignment, I want to give you both the chance to turn this down without a whole unit staring at you, so if you want out tell me now," Olivia addressed her two employees.

"Naw, I'm good," Fin said.

Elliot nodded, "I wanna catch this person."

Olivia sighed loudly, "Fine, then I will send you both the information on the case, and your undercover aliases as soon as I receive them."

The men thanked her and moved to leave her office.

"Hang back for a minute Detective Stabler," Olivia stood from her desk and approached her young Detective.

They stood by the couch, not making eye contact.

"You need something?" Elliot asked, wondering why she wanted him to stay.

"I-Elliot are you sure you want to do this?" Olivia inquired hesitantly, she didn't want him to think she didn't believe in him, or his capabilities as an officer or a man.

Elliot chuckled, finally meeting her gaze, "No Captain, I don't want to be a male stripper at all. But I do want to get justice for these men, and if I can help to catch the perp doing these attacks, then I'll sleep peacefully at night."

"Elliot I don't know how far you'll have to go…" Olivia tried to explain.

"In terms of nudity or…?"

"Exactly, a lot of these places have back rooms, if you know what I mean, and yes for all I know you may have to get butt naked on stage too, in front of tons of other women, including our ADA!" Olivia was getting more worked up the more they discussed the assignment.

Elliot laughed lightly, "Believe it or not I'm more worried about having to dance on stage, or give some kind of erotic lap dance, I'm not the best dancer."

"Seriously that's what's concerning you at the moment?" Olivia huffed, baffled at her young Detective.

"Yeah, I was thinking maybe, tomorrow or Wednesday after work I could practice? Maybe you could help me come up with a routine or some moves at the very least-"

"I think that's a great idea!" Casey exclaimed from the door Fin had left partly open.

Olivia and Elliot's heads snapped towards the intruder.

"I-uh," Elliot stuttered.

Casey took out her phone, "I have a late meeting tomorrow, actually Liv you're suppose to be there too, the Crowley case, but Wednesday works for me, why don't we all meet back here at seven? Liv and I can help you come up with some stuff, and plus we should all know more about the club and our aliases by then too?"

Olivia and Elliot stood in shock, both trying to come up with an excuse to get out of their predicament, but failing to do so had Casey grinning widely, "Great, I'll put it in my calendar."

She turned to leave, "Oh and Stabler, make sure you wear some clothes you can move in!" Casey winked as she left the office.

Olivia and Elliot stared at each other, both opening and closing their mouths multiple times.

Olivia walked over to her desk, and plopped down in her chair. As she leaned on her elbows she put her head in her hands, "This assignment hasn't even started and I already hate it."

Elliot quirked an eyebrow as he crossed his arms and approached her desk, "Really? Wouldn't most woman be thankful for a night out? At a strip club? Watching a bunch of young, fit men get naked for them?"

Olivia dropped her head to her desk, "Yes I can hardly wait for our ADA and a bunch of strange women to see you naked," she mumbled.

Elliot was confused, it was almost like she didn't want other women seeing him in his birthday suit.

Olivia suddenly snapped up in her chair, as if she had only realized she had said her last statement out loud.

"Because you're a cop. You've worked to get to where you are and you shouldn't have to flaunt your body, th-that's what I meant," Olivia rattled on quickly.

Elliot furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, "So you never had to use your," Elliot moved his hands to outline a women's curvy shape, "To catch a perp?"

"Well sure," Olivia replied quickly.

"Then I can too," Elliot stated firmly.

Olivia could only nod, "Alright well, get back to work, try to wrap up as much as you can before Friday, we don't even know if we're only going in for one night, or the whole weekend yet."

"Thanks, Captain," Elliot walked out of her office to find Casey sitting perched on the corner of Rollin's desk. The two women were still bickering over the case.

"Come on you and Liv are barely older than me, and let's face it we all look the same age!" Rollins argued, clearly still pouting in her chair.

Casey grinned widely, "This is one work assignment I don't mind in the least!"

Rollins smacked her leg with a folder, "Get outta here and get some real work done or your boss and mine are gonna change their minds."

Casey laughed as she left the bullpen.

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Wednesday Evening, 16th Precinct

Olivia, Fin, Elliot and Casey all received additional information on Tuesday, all four deciding to meet in the conference room after their shifts on Wednesday.

Casey brought the officers dinner and the four ate together at the table in the room as they went over the case.

"Alright so here's what we know," Fin began as the others finished eating.

"This strip club, Euphoria, is an all male strip club. Most of the customers are women between 35-60. All the strippers are in their 20s. The attacks all happened to the men after they left the club for the night, they were hit in the back of the head, incapacitating them. They all woke up in alleyways or parking lots, with their pants and underwear around their knees. All were assaulted rectally, no fluids, bleeding and bruises present. We can't determine if it's another male or woman committing the crimes, no one has seen or heard their attacker. So far no street cams have picked up any of the attacks. Either the perp is just lucky in that regard or they know where to pounce."

"The club itself is a whole other issue," Fin continued. "It's pretty legit for the most part."

"What do you mean pretty legit?" Elliot inquired wearily.

"It is a strip club, strippers are expected to give lap dances, and strip on stage. Sometimes they bring an audience member up, sometimes they only strip down to a thong. But uh, well there's definitely a back room business going on too," Fin shrugged.

"From what I understand it's been completely voluntarily on the strippers part. The owner ain't the one forcing it, but if you wanna make some extra cash, women will pay to have a private show, and more. From what I've been told, all the guys do it at the moment, as you can imagine it's very lucrative for them," Fin took a moment to grab a drink.

"Anyways Stabler, Friday night, you'll be expected to be able to give a lap dance, wearing minimal clothing, and also perform on the stage. You'll start in some kinda costume and strip down from there, to some music."

"Great," Elliot mumbled.

"And that's where we come in!" Casey exclaimed. "We can help you, I brought some music, we can teach you a routine or just some moves-"

"And that's my cue to peace out," Fin declared, getting up to leave.

"Thanks for the rundown," Olivia said, standing to walk Fin out before she closed the door. She had already made sure the blinds in the room were closed as well, she didn't want to chance anyone seeing what they were doing, whether it was for a case or not.

"You can also just think about the moves and routines you've seen women use at the strip clubs you've been to, and just copy them," Casey continued to explain, addressing Elliot.

"I've never been to a strip club," Elliot declared.

Olivia was slightly taken aback by Elliot's information, but then again she was aware of his inexperience, Casey however, was not.

"What?! Really?!" Casey asked. "But why not? You're a hot young guy, in what your mid twenties? And you've never been to a strip club?"

Elliot nodded, he could already feel himself beginning to blush under his Captain's gaze, "Guess I just never got around to it."

"Damn Stabler, you're just full of surprises! Okay so let's just go over some basic moves or techniques then? Plus you'll be able to practice on your own tomorrow," Casey moved to push the table to the side of the room to give them more space.

Olivia sat on the couch and once Casey deemed everything was ready, joined her.

Elliot stood awkwardly in front of them.

Casey played some music on her phone with a fast beat. "Alright Stabler, lets start with something simple, take off your sweater."

Elliot grabbed the zipper to his sweater and began to pull it down as he normally would. He got it two thirds of the way down before Casey stopped him.

She waved her hands in front of her body, "No, no, Stabler, you have to do it in a sexy way. Pretend you're trying to seduce us, you're using your body to try to entice us."

Elliot gulped. He had purposely been ignoring Olivia as much as he could. He knew if he even acknowledged her presence that it would turn him on, so he tried to stay solely focused on Casey. However her last statement brought back a memory, from when he invaded Olivia's apartment after his first hard case. He had used his body to seduce his Captain. He had dropped his jacket and pulled off his shirt in her living room and asked her to teach him, to guide him.

He chanced a glance at her sitting just a foot away from Casey on the couch.

Her arms were crossed and her jaw was clenched. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else at that moment.

"Start again," Casey ordered.

It took a couple tries but eventually Casey deemed the move passable.

"Remember it's not just about the article of clothing you're removing, you're also suppose to be dancing, moving to the music, at the same time Stabler," Casey instructed.

Elliot was wearing a t-shirt and sweats as Casey approached him. She stood beside him, and moved her legs and hips as she took off her blazer, demonstrating what she thought Elliot should do. Elliot watched as she moved to the music, and nearly jumped out of his skin when she wrapped an arm around his lower back.

"This is the one time you don't want to be stiff," Casey joked as she tried to get him to loosen up.

Olivia finally spoke up, "Alright Case, he gets it, let's move on, he can practice taking his clothes off while dancing when he goes to bed tonight."

"Fine," Casey shrugged, picking up her blazer and taking a seat next to Olivia again. "Next you need to learn how to give a lap dance."

"Uh, okay?" Elliot huffed.

Casey looked around the room, "This won't work," she said, patting the couch. She got up and grabbed one of the single chairs in the room and placed it beside Elliot. "Okay, so what would you do from here?" Casey asked sitting beside Olivia. "Remember although they may be the ones paying, quite often you have to initiate the lap dance. And they can only touch you where ever you put their hands. Well, except in the back room probably."

"Right, okay so I'd," Elliot was still trying to ignore his Captain, so he slowly walked over to the two women, and offered Casey his hand while curling a finger towards himself in a come hither motion.

Casey smiled, "Very good so far."

Elliot twirled Casey once before her legs hit the chair and she sat down in it. The chair wasn't perfect since it had arms on it but they made do.

"Then I dunno, I guess I'd dance to the music a bit?"

"Yes, and remember you'll probably only have some kinda bottoms on at this point. You'll want to gyrate your body against her the best you can, get your pecs in her face," Casey explained.

"Sure, then I'd straddle her, no offence but I don't think this chair could take both our weights," Elliot chuckled. "And I'd take her hands and," Elliot grabbed Casey's hands as he had Olivia's that night in her apartment, and placed them on his t-shirt covered chest. While he rocked his body against her legs, to the music.

Casey actually groaned, "Jesus Stabler do you live in the fucking gym?" She could feel his hard pecs through his thin shirt. She moved them lower, feeling the indentations of his strong abdominal muscles. She was a few inches from his waistband when Olivia snapped.

Olivia had killed the music, "Well that's pretty much all there is to it Detective Stabler. Pretty sure you can figure out anything else on your own. If not that's why they invented google."

Casey frowned as Elliot stepped back from her.

"Well thanks for all your help Counsellor, but Cap's right, I think I'll just practice the rest alone in my room at home, until Friday night," Elliot rubbed his neck awkwardly, chancing another glance at Olivia, she seemed angry.

Casey's phone beeped, breaking the silence, "Shit, uh I gotta go, Liv, we'll talk later?" Casey quickly grabbed her briefcase, before exiting the conference room.

Elliot noticed she had left her blazer and grabbed it, rushing out the door, hoping to catch her at the elevators. He wanted to thank her again for her advice. When he walked back into the bullpen he noticed it was deserted and Olivia had returned to her office and was writing a report. She never even glanced up as she demanded in a low husky tone, "Lock the door."

Elliot didn't hesitate to heed her command, and a command it was. The lock sounded loudly in the otherwise silent room.

He watched as she rose from her chair and as stealthily as a panther stalking its prey, slowly walked over to him standing at her closed door.

He stood perfectly still as she grabbed both sides of his face and brought him into a searing kiss.

Elliot gasped, not at all expecting this kind of action from her, when she seemed so cold in the conference room. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to her probing tongue. His hands landed softly on her hips as hers kept a stronghold on his cheek, the other curling around the back of his head, her nails scratching his scalp.

Olivia slanted her head, deepening their kiss. She was aggressive, her teeth nipping at his lips, then using her tongue to sooth the sting. She broke the kiss, leaving them both panting for air, Elliot wasn't sure how long they had stood there just inside her office making out like a couple horny teenagers.

Olivia slid her hands down onto his pecs. Elliot knew she'd be able to feel his heart pounding. She was caressing his muscles over his shirt, when Casey had done it earlier nothing had happened, but now he could feel his body reacting. He couldn't help it, and he didn't understand why he didn't respond this way to Casey, she was beautiful too, but for some reason he just couldn't control himself around his Captain.

"What the hell was that?" Elliot asked as he felt Olivia's hands slide lower and lower down his abdomen, her fingers were outlining his abs.

Olivia shrugged and kissed him again, less aggressively. Her fingers caught on the waistband of his sweatpants. Her mouth tugged on his bottom lip, finally releasing it, she kissed the corner of his mouth, then his strong jaw.

Olivia turned them, until his back hit a wall in her office. Her mouth descended to his neck, she ran her tongue down his jugular, coming to a stop on the exposed portion of his collarbone.

Elliot moaned, "Fuck, you have no idea how hard it was to ignore you in there."

Olivia's head snapped up, "What?"

Elliot nearly moaned at the loss of her mouth on his body, nodding quickly he continued, "Shit Liv, I had to. I couldn't even look at you. I knew if I did I'd be as hard as a rock and how would that have looked in front of our ADA? Why do you think I grabbed Casey for the lap dance?"

Olivia was the one groaning now, she grabbed his hand and tugged him to the couch in her office. He stumbled behind her. She didn't wait as she pulled his sweats down to his ankles and pushed him down onto her couch.

"You're about to get so fucking lucky," Olivia husked.

"What, wait, did you think I wanted Casey like that? Were you…shit, were you jealous?"

Olivia didn't respond as she dropped to her knees between his spread legs.

"What the fuck?" Elliot asked as she massaged his thighs, her hands moving higher and higher up his legs and over his blue boxer briefs.

"So that's why you wouldn't address me in there? You were afraid of getting turned on?" Elliot had never heard Olivia's voice so rich and husky as it was in that moment.

All he could do was nod, "Can't help the way my body reacts to you." He took a deep breath, "How I react to you."

Elliot grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into another kiss. He took control and swiped his tongue against her lips, feeling her open to him immediately. He circled his tongue around hers, as he felt her hands moving again. He grasped her bottom lip, sucking on it tenderly as he felt the cool office air around his leaking tip and more.

"Ah fuck," he grunted, breaking the kiss, and dropping his head back on the couch.

"You're amazing," Olivia breathed the words against his hard on. She swiped her fingers over the tip, using the moisture as a lubricant, she pumped her hand up and down his long hard shaft. They had already done many things, some in her very office, but Olivia had never been so up front and personal with his erection. He was blessed in both the long and thick departments, she couldn't wrap her fingers completely around his base. His shaft was currently a darker colour than the rest of his body, as his blood flooded the area. He had a bulbous mushroom head that was leaking a milky precum. He had two pronounced veins running up both sides of his hard shaft. His skin was smooth and silky, his base dusted with the finest brown hairs. He obviously kept himself well groomed.

Olivia heard Elliot groan, "I-I've never…"

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "You've never had a woman suck on your dick," she huffed the words against his shaft as she continued to run her hand up and down his shaft, swiping the tip on every other pass.

"You've never had someone wrap their lips around your erection, take you into their warm wet mouth, let you push against the back of their throat," Olivia husked.

Elliot grunted, his hips bucking, "I-no-ughh." Elliot grabbed his head, unable to comprehend what his Captain was saying and doing.

Olivia smiled wickedly, secretly happy that she was his first for so many things, "Well do you want to?"

Elliot nodded, "Please, need you," he begged, his voice coming out much higher than normal.

Olivia decided to put him out of his misery, "Look at me Elliot," she ordered, knowing watching her would turn him on even more.

Elliot lifted his head off the back of the couch, his eyes locked on Olivia's mahogany orbs, he watched her open her mouth, her lips slightly swollen from their earlier kisses, as her tongue made contact with the head of his penis, swirling around his tip.

Elliot gasped, he had never felt anything like that before. She circled his head a few more times before sealing her mouth over the top of him.

"I-oh-fuuuuu-ck," Elliot couldn't help moving his hips. She was right, her mouth was warm and wet, surrounding him from all sides.

Olivia smiled around his erection, knowing this was his first blowjob, she knew he wouldn't last long at all.

She slowly coaxed him down her throat, inch by inch, before moving her mouth off of him.

"Put your hands in my hair," Olivia ordered in a gravelly voice.

Elliot grunted incoherently as she took him back into her mouth. He gripped her hair, pulling it back so he could watch her with no obstructions. Her hand moved up and down the base of his shaft as her throat took the bulk of him.

Elliot shook his head, "You gotta, gotta, st-top, Liv, gonna co-come," he tried to tug her hair, instead he inhaled sharply as he felt her hum, the vibrations breaking his resolve.

"Ho-ly, fuck…" Elliot trailed off in a breathy whisper. "Olivi-ahhhhhhhh," he exclaimed as he felt his balls clench and his fluids sprang from his dick. His whole body tensed as he climaxed, his muscles clenching.

Olivia took him for all he was worth, continuing her hand and mouth movements until he had nothing left to give. She slowed her movements, coming to a stop, letting his penis slip from her mouth.

He flopped on her couch, muscles relaxed, as he panted, trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and placed his head on the back of her couch again.

Olivia smiled and tucked him back into his boxer briefs. His chest was moving rapidly up and down, as he sucked in as much oxygen as he could. She ran her hands under the lip of his t-shirt, smoothing them up his heaving abdomen, his muscles rippling at her touch.

"Dear God, that's what I've been missing out on?" Elliot questioned, still breathing heavily.

Olivia chuckled, "Guess so."

"Shit, you're fucking amazing," Elliot pronounced. "Just, give me a minute or ten, to recover, and I'll return the favour."

Olivia smirked, she pushed herself up from the couch, still standing between his spread thighs, "That's alright, this was just for you, being you."

Elliot finally opened his eyes, he looked up at her, "You know it'll probably be even worse Friday night."

Olivia frowned and crossed her arms, "Yes, I'm aware." She stared down at the ground, kicking her toe against the floor, "Do you-are you-will you be okay? Is there anything else you want to know? Any more questions?"

Elliot got to his feet and pulled up his sweatpants. "No, as Dodd's said, there really is no preparing for a case like this, we're basically gonna be winging it, but we're all good cops, we should be good. And you know, I don't want to be doing any of these moves or routines on anyone else, but you."

Olivia nodded, "True, doesn't mean I'm going to like it."

Elliot grasped the side of her face, running his thumb over the apple of her cheek, he tilted her head up, "I like this side of you." He nuzzled her nose, his mouth ghosting over hers.

"Hmmm, and what side is that?" Olivia whispered against his lips, assuming he meant the woman who just dropped to her knees in her office.

Elliot smiled shyly, "This possessive, jealous woman."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Well I don't," she placed her hands against his chest.

Elliot was happy she didn't deny it, he removed the final inches between them. He glided his lips softly against hers, barely making contact. Olivia moaned so he did it again. He pressed a bit harder, giving her a small peck. Again and again their lips met for small moments. They began trading languid kisses, their noses nuzzling one another in between, foreheads pressed together. These kisses weren't passionate, they spoke of a different intimacy. It was both overwhelming and addicting as they moved together, the kisses lasting longer and longer as they tilted their heads.

Olivia groaned when her phone rang, she broke their kiss reaching for her cellphone, "Captain Benson," she answered, still standing in Elliot's embrace.

Casey's loud voice could be heard by both officers as Elliot nuzzled into Olivia's neck, smoothing his lips down her throat.

"Hey you still at the office?" Casey asked.

"Uhhh," Olivia hummed, "Just getting ready to leave actually, I had to take care of something before I could leave for the night."

"Oh good, so shit Benson, how hot was Detective Stabler?!" Casey exclaimed.

Olivia furrowed her brows as she felt Elliot smile against her. "He was okay."

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend, with a body like that, she's a lucky girl, I could feel his muscles through his shirt Liv, damn," Casey rambled on.

"Hmmm, I'll take your word for it," Elliot could feel Olivia tensing in his arms. He stood to his full height, and pressed his forehead to hers.

Olivia sighed, "Look Case, I'm heading out, if you just wanna gossip, we'll catch up some other time."

"Ughhh, fine Captain don't indulge me in talking about how fit and sexy some of your Detectives are," Casey whined on the other end of the phone.

Olivia laughed, "Yes that's how we hire at the SVU, goodbye Casey."

Olivia tucked her phone into her back pocket. She rubbed Elliot's shoulders, "We should get out of here, we both have a lot of work to do before Friday."

Elliot nodded, "You know you don't need to be jealous right? I know we haven't really talked about, well, this, whatever this is, but I'm not-I just want you to know, I'm not doing anything with anybody else, nor do I want to." Elliot could feel himself blushing as he put himself out there.

Olivia took a step back and leaned against her desk, she wasn't looking directly at him, "Me neither," she confessed.

Elliot released then breath he had been holding when she took a step back. "Oh-kay, okay cool, good." He rocked back and forth on his feet. "I'm gonna go pack up for the night, I'll walk you out?"

Olivia nodded with a shy smile on her face, "Give me a few minutes."

They didn't delve into a deep conversation but something had shifted in their relationship that night and they both knew it. Neither was sure or excited about their undercover case on Friday, both dreading it for different reasons.

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A/N: I thought this was going to be a short chapter. I dunno what happened. Love jealous Olivia? Will Casey be even more feisty at the strip club? Leave your suggestions if you want to see anything in particular at the strip club