Protégé

A/N: If you are reading on FFN, the phone conversation is in italics, please remember this is back in 2013-2014 when blackberries were still popular, especially at work. You voted, I really could've done either. A lot of people have commented on the age gap, and that they actually like it. I'm glad, personally age is just a number to me, I dated a man who was 14 years older than me when I was only 20. My parents have been married over 35 years, and there's 16 years between them. First and only marriage for both, so whatever works for you, love is love guys. Picks up from the last chapter. I couldn't watch from my room but hopefully y'all enjoyed the premieres if you tuned in. Hope everyone has a great, safe weekend.

Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, but sadly they are not.

Chapter 12

Friday Night/Saturday Morning, Euphoria Strip Club

Olivia strolled back towards the table she had left earlier, focusing on the case she kept her eyes peeled, her head on a swivel.

She didn't know what she would tell Casey. What could she possibly say to excuse what she did?

She'd been gone the full hour, so she was very surprised to see Casey cozied up with Tony.

Olivia rounded the corner of a table, dodging another dancer and sat in her chair. She looked to her side, Casey had her hands on Tony's ass, his groin in her face as he rolled his body to the deep base of the music.

"Monica, did you have a good time with James?" Tony asked loudly over the music, as he noticed her return to their table.

Olivia smiled politely at him, catching Casey's eye, "I did, thank you for setting that up."

"My pleasure, I'm going on break, I'll see you two later," Tony looked back at Casey, giving her a wink as he walked away, his briefs noticeably stuffed with cash.

Casey leaned back in her seat, "Dear God that man knows how to move his body, and what the hell was that earlier? Where have you been?!"

Olivia shrugged, "What do you mean? We were in one of the back rooms. I had to figure out some way to get him alone, and figure out what he had learned so far tonight," she lied through her teeth.

Casey nodded, "True, sorry I stole your man in the meantime, but shit you can't blame me."

Olivia laughed, happy Casey wasn't questioning her reason for pulling Elliot away from her, "He's all yours Jennifer," Olivia gave her an over exaggerated wink.

"I wish…" Casey checked the time on her watch, "We're suppose to leave soon," she informed Olivia.

The owner had told them on average women only stayed 2-3 hours.

Olivia bit her lip, part of her wanted to run from the club, but another part of her didn't want to leave Elliot alone.

"Yeah I guess we should," Olivia glanced around the club, hoping to see her Detective somewhere but she couldn't find him anywhere. Sighing in defeat she grabbed her purse and followed Casey out to the street and the taxis waiting in the area.

Olivia made eye contact with Fin on her way out, she wasn't sure what his raised eyebrow and shocked expression was about. There was no way he could know what had happened inside the club that night.

The ladies took a cab home, it was past 2 in the morning when Olivia poured herself into bed. She wondered how the rest of the guy's night went. Her phone was on, and as much as she wanted to catch the perp, she hoped like hell she didn't get a phone call about another attack, especially if the victim was Elliot.

Despite how physically exhausted she felt, Olivia couldn't turn her brain off. She kept imagining Elliot giving a faceless woman a lap dance.

Olivia sighed loudly as her phone beeped on her bedside table. Not looking she stretched her arm out and grabbed her blackberry.

Olivia opened the bbm app, seeing a message from Elliot.

E: Just got in, hope you're sleeping Captain ;)

Olivia smiled, happy to hear Elliot had gotten home safely. They had set him up in one of the NYPD's apartments that they used for undercover detectives.

O: Haven't had any success yet but happy to hear you got home safe Detective.

E: That's a shame…if I didn't say so earlier, you looked gorgeous tonight. Did you wear that lingerie for me?

O: Wouldn't you like to know ;)

E: Yes I would, that's why I asked Cap.

Olivia moaned, it was one of those kinks he had uncovered, she loved it when he addressed her by her title.

O: So you're asking if I wore sexy lingerie and garters in the hope that you would come back to my place after the club, and use your teeth to peel them from my body before you fucked me senseless? Or were you asking something else?

E: Jesus Christ Olivia. Thanks for that mental image, now I'm the one that's gonna be up all night. And yes I mean in more ways than one.

O: Really? Just from my words?

E: You want proof?

O: What do you mean?

Olivia was waiting for a response when she saw his message come in.

E: (picture)

Jesus Christ was right. Elliot was sitting against his headboard, a white sheet draped over his naked hips, showcasing a very large, very visible tent. Olivia could feel the moisture build up in her mouth, and between her legs

O: Jesus Elliot!

E: You drive me crazy Olivia. The things you make me feel…I've never been so aroused by someone, so often, before.

O: I swear I'm not trying to turn you on all the time.

E: I know, I don't know how you do it, I can get a hard on just thinking about you.

Olivia moaned, this conversation and Elliot's picture had her clenching her thighs together.

O: We need to go to sleep, we have a meeting tomorrow- later today. And this conversation is counterproductive to sleep.

E: Can I assume I'm not the only one feeling tense?

O: You have the same effect on me Elliot, you never have to question that.

E: Hmmm, so you're saying we're equal?

Olivia furrowed her brow, not really understanding the direction this conversation was going.

O: In our personal relationship, yes… Why?

E: Well I mean, I gave you a picture…

Olivia chuckled, quickly picking up on his motives.

O: I'm not sexting with you Elliot.

E: Come on Captain, you can keep your face hidden like I did.

O: Detective you do remember your occupation and the unit we work for?

E: Mmhm, I do. So picture? What do you sleep in Captain?

O: You sure you can handle it? I've already got you going with a few simple words.

E: I promise I'll be okay, I'm a big boy.

Olivia couldn't disagree with that statement. She was wearing a camisole and panties to bed. She whipped the sheet off her body, and held the phone above her. Clicking the button on the side of her blackberry, the phone flashed. Olivia turned her phone back around and smiled, proud of her camera skills. The picture only showed her chest, torso, and her hips, her beige panties made her naturally tanned skin look even darker.

Olivia took a deep breath, and attached the picture to her next message.

O: Sweet dreams, Detective. I'll see you in a few hours.

Olivia placed her phone back on her bedside table. She smiled as she got comfortable, she sure hoped she dreamed about his picture.

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Saturday Morning, 16th Precinct, Captain Olivia Benson's Office

"So how'd it go last night?" Dodd's asked the 4 officers in Olivia's office.

The 4 of them all looked at one another, wondering who would speak up first.

"Well there were no more attacks," Fin spoke up, "So we go in again tonight, compare ID lists, there are a lot of regulars, Nick, Carisi, and Rollins are going through the patrons from last night, seeing if anyone has a record, or a history of sexual assault."

"Ladies did you see anyone suspicious? Anybody paying too much attention to a single dancer? Anyone stand out to you?" Dodd's asked Olivia and Casey.

Casey shook her head, "No, but it was too hard to tell. The customers are rowdy, whistling, cheering, and the lighting is subpar at best. The chances of us seeing anything isn't high Chief."

"Well we knew that going in, maybe try to chat up some of the other women tonight?" Dodd's suggested.

"Music is so loud Chief, we'd just be yelling at a stranger," Olivia explained.

Dodd's rubbed his chin, "Is it even worth it sending you two back in then?"

"No! I mean yes it's worth it," Olivia responded quickly in alarm, there was no way she wanted Elliot going in alone, "We can definitely try talking to some of the other customers tonight," Casey was nodding in agreement.

"Alright if you believe so, Stabler how was your night?" Dodd's questioned the last but most important person on the case.

Olivia let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She zoned in and out as Elliot explained his previous night to their Chief. She hoped she didn't seem suspicious as she argued for attending the club a second night.

"Well, let's hope you all have more luck tonight!" Dodd's clapped his hands together, "I've got to get going, I'll be in touch, Captain." Dodd's nodded at Olivia on his way out.

Olivia stood from her chair, "Anyone have anything else they want to talk about before we leave?"

The three remaining people in her office all responded in the negative.

"Uh well one thing," Elliot spoke up at the last moment.

"Go ahead Detective," Olivia said as she leaned her butt against her desk. Fin and Casey were hovering by her door.

"Ummm, I just thought I'd give you a heads up, they told me I'd be working on the stage tonight…" Elliot trailed off, a blush forming on the back of his neck and cheeks.

"God help the women tonight," Fin joked.

"Do you know what character you'll be dressed as?" Casey inquired.

"Oh please say cop, that'd be too funny. Stabler on stage with his little baton," Fin was chuckling loudly.

"Screw you Tutuola, there's nothing small about my baton," Elliot argued back.

Olivia had to stop herself from nodding, she knew that fact to be very true. Elliot had set a couple records for her in the dating department. Not only was he the youngest man she'd ever had relations with, he was also the largest.

Olivia tuned out as the three other people laughed and joked in her office. She couldn't help it when her eyes fell to the subject of their teasing.

Olivia bit her lip. She closed her eyes as she pictured some of the experiences she had with that part of his body. The most recent being the blowjob she gave him on the couch that they were currently standing a few feet from.

She remembered how she had taken control, dropping to her knees after she had dropped his pants. He wasn't just blessed in length but in width too. She had struggled to take him, she couldn't deep throat him like she could other men when she was younger. He had two protruding veins the ran up and down both sides, they pulsed against the sides of her mouth as she worked him over. Despite how hard he was his skin was soft to the touch with just a small patch of neatly trimmed downy hair at the base. He had a mushroom head, that had leaked precum before he came down her throat, muscles flexed, hands in her hair-

"Benson?"

Olivia's eyes sprang open as Casey's voice permeated her brain. She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. She could feel how hard her nipples were, pushing against her bra. She was wearing a thin silk blouse and knew they'd be visible to everyone else in the room. Seeing the smirk on Elliot's face, she had a feeling he had caught a glimpse of her breasts. She was as flushed as Elliot as she turned her attention to Casey.

"Sorry what were you saying?" Olivia asked.

Fin laughed, "Where'd you go just now? Too busy daydreaming about Stabler in his little cop costume," Fin teased her.

Olivia scowled pretending to be offended, "Hardly, I was resting my eyes, I didn't sleep well, and we all had a late night."

"Well prep yourself for another, we good to go?" Casey inquired giddily.

Olivia gave her a closed smile and nodded at her, moving to hold her door open as Fin and Casey walked through it, Elliot trailed slowly behind them, reaching down to discreetly squeeze her fingers on the way out. It was becoming an action they both did to feel reassured and connected. And Olivia has a feeling she would have to rely on that connection even more later that day.

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A/N: I was originally going to include the next club scene but decided to split it in two. Sooooo what's your fantasy Elliot stripper costume? Ironic cop, firefighter, EMS, pilot, caveman, ken doll, baseball (or any sport) player? Any suggestion is welcome. Majority wins? Or if I find one particularly inspiring, aside from what is already in my head. Yes, I've been to a few male strip clubs for bach parties in my younger years. Toronto and Niagara are good locations for those! Sorry no sex in this chapter, was it even rated M, I dunno, that's why I didn't put a warning at the beginning.