Protégé

Chapter 14

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, did y'all like the cowboy stripper Elliot? Save a horse, ride a cowboy. To the reviewer who mentioned it, yes I love trying to come up with new witty disclaimers every chapter. Please remember this takes place back in 2013ish, and I'm making up the Stabler backstory myself.

Disclaimer: Not mine, if they were Olivia would be riding things other than a squad car.

Captain Cragen's Retirement Party, Joseph and Bernie Stabler's House, Saturday Evening

Sergeant Joseph Stabler had drawn the short stick, and as much as he liked and respected Don Cragen, he wasn't overly excited to be hosting his retirement party, in his house and backyard. He was a very private man, and having half the NYPD traipsing through his home, took away his privacy.

He had retired around the same time as Cragen, and the two of them had collaborated many times over the years on different cases. The only good thing he found so far about this party was the chance to get to know Cragen's old unit on a more personal side, now that his son Elliot was working in it.

Joe stood outside, around a small bonfire, with a group of retired officers.

To say he was surprised when his son told him he was joining SVU would be an understatement. He still wasn't sure why he had chosen that unit to apply to, but he heard from some old colleagues the only reason he got the position was because of his last name. The brass thought it would look good, one Stabler retires and another Stabler's detective journey just begins. He knows Elliot was upset he hadn't earned his badge, it made him worry what Elliot would do to prove himself.

Joe caught a glimpse of his friend Ed Tucker across his yard. He was standing beside SVU's new Captain, Olivia Benson. He had worked with Captain Benson, his son's new boss, a few times over the years, but didn't know much about her personally. He knew from the lack of a ring on her left hand that she was single, and judging by his body language Ed Tucker was aware of her dating status as well. They looked particularly close as she placed her hand on his arm, as his was already lingering on her dress clad hip.

Looking around his yard, his eyes paused on his son's form, his suit covered arms were crossed over his chest. He cocked his head to the side as he noticed his son's unwavering gaze was locked on Ed and Benson.

Joe crossed his arms over his chest too, watching as Olivia broke away from Eddie and entered his house. His son barely waited 10 seconds before glancing around, and making a beeline towards his home as well.

Joe raised his brows, wondering what the hell that was about. He couldn't recall them interacting at any point that day or evening, especially negatively. He wondered how his son was getting along with his boss. He didn't know how he would handle reporting to a female Captain, but his son was from a different generation. Maybe it wasn't as big of a deal now a days? Then again the majority of the departments were made up of men and he didn't know too many women in the 'boss' position.

His thoughts were interrupted as Tucker suddenly appeared beside him, clapping him on the shoulder. His son's odd behaviour vanishing from his mind as he indulged Eddie in some conversation about old times.

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Olivia exited the main floor powder room when someone grabbed her by her bicep and tugged her up a flight of stairs.

"What the-," Olivia whispered, her eyes zeroing in on the ass in her face, recognizing it immediately. "Elliot slow down," she called as she stumbled up the stairs in her heels.

She crashed into the back of his body as he paused on the second floor, glancing left and right, he crossed the hallway and opened a door, revealing another more rickety set of stairs. Still holding onto her arm he pulled her up another flight, opening a door at the top, and pushing her inside.

Olivia barely had time to take in her surroundings before she found herself pinned to the closed door. She looked to her left when she heard the sound of the lock clicking into place.

Taking a large gulp, she turned her head to stare back into her young detective's piercing blue eyes.

It had been a week since their undercover case at the strip club. Their week had been hectic with other cases popping up, her and Elliot had no time alone together. They needed to talk, clear the air after what they did and didn't get to do that weekend at the strip club. Not having the chance to do so had them both frustrated. Olivia felt like her skin and body was on fire. She had tried to keep calm that week and ignore her desires but she felt constantly on edge, her body buzzing just below the surface, constantly on alert.

Elliot was breathing heavily against her exposed neck.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he rasped against her throat, his hands rested against the door, on either side of her head, caging her in.

Olivia raised her hands placing them on his heaving chest, applying pressure she pushed against him, intent on putting some space between them. She was reminded of his strength when he barely budged.

He pressed closer to her, pinning her to the door with his hips.

"Captain…" Elliot growled, nudging her nose with his.

"Exactly," Olivia snapped, she needed to put some space between them before she did something stupid, "I'm your Captain, I'm in charge, and I don't owe you any kind of explanation." She knew she wasn't being fair. She had been flirting with Tucker downstairs in an effort to distract herself from the man she wanted to flirt with. It was getting harder and harder for her to be in the same vicinity as Elliot, especially socially, and not talk to or interact with him. She didn't know where this was coming from. She didn't just want his body any more. She found herself wanting to know more about him, hear his silly stories, and hold his hand in public.

Elliot groaned, he loved and hated when she played the status card, he loved when she took charge, and put him in his place. He wasn't sure why, and was positive he would need a professional's help to figure it out.

"You know this is my house, you knew I was here, watching you, is that why you were flirting with Uncle Eddie? Hmmm, after not being able to see you, or touch you all week, you knew I'd react this way?" Elliot kissed her jaw, his lips smoothing down her neck.

"I-fuck no-" Olivia gasped, she used Elliot's distracted state to push him back, watching as he stumbled a few feet away.

Olivia held up her hand, "We cannot be doing this here. We are surrounded by our colleagues, past and present."

Elliot shrugged and took a step back towards her, "Not the first time."

Olivia laughed lightly, "El we're surrounded by detectives and not just a bunch of rookies. These are some of the best, most decorated detectives in the city, hell the state. Your superiors, and mine, and they all have eyes."

"Nobody saw me grab you and bring you up here," Elliot took another small step towards her, keeping his arm outstretched. She was like a scared animal and he was trying not to spook her.

Olivia took that moment to really take in her surroundings. She pushed herself off the door, and looked around his bedroom. She walked around the attic, his bedroom was a moderate size, the queen size bed took up much of the space. The rest was occupied by a desk and dresser. A large TV hung on a wall across from his bed.

Olivia perched against his desk, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye she turned her attention back to him, "So this is where all the magic happens?" She assumed she was standing in his childhood bedroom. She knew the fantasy that most men had about going home for the holidays and having sex in their old bedrooms.

Elliot ducked his head, a blush creeping up his neck. "Not quite," he replied. He'd never had a woman in his room before.

"Mmmm really?" Olivia couldn't help flirting with him. She pushed herself off his desk and slowly prowled over to where he stood near the foot of his bed. She ran a finger down the arm of his suit jacket. "Isn't that the fantasy? Sneaking a woman into your childhood bedroom and having your way with her in your bed?" Olivia rasped breathily into his ear, pushing him down onto his bed and quirking an eyebrow at him. She stood above him seductively, her hands crossing underneath her breasts, pushing them up and making her globes more prominent.

Elliot leaned back on his hands, putting more distance between their bodies. He's not sure when she managed to turn the tables on this encounter. He was sure he was the one who initiated this. He had grabbed her. He had pulled her up to his attic bedroom. He had advanced on her, pinned her to his door, demanded answers to his questions about why she had been so openly responding and flirting with Ed Tucker. Yet at some point she had flipped the script. And now she was in control of this moment.

"Actually this," Elliot swirled his finger around, indicating the room, "Was not my childhood bedroom, that was downstairs. Just turned this space into a bedroom when I joined the academy, bit more privacy."

"Hmmm," Olivia walked around the room, running a finger along the edge of his dresser. "So," she called as she leaned against his low dresser, "You've never fantasized about me in here?"

Elliot chuckled, "Oh I never said that Captain. In fact I thought about you quite a lot the first night I met you at that gala. And I probably don't have to tell you how often I've been thinking about you lately."

"Is that so?" They were staring at each other, locked in a stalemate to see who, if either of them, would break first. "And what have you thought about Detective?" Olivia husked.

Elliot nodded his head, the blush had worked it's way up his neck into his strong jaw and cheeks. "I-uh well-um just the normal stuff, you know…" he trailed off.

Olivia raised an eyebrow, she stood up, smoothing a hand down her dress, she walked slowly towards him on his bed.

Coming to a stop in front of him she raised his chin so that he was looking into her eyes, "Tell me," she demanded.

Elliot gulped, he didn't know if it was the circumstance, or the way her gaze was penetrating his soul, but he could never deny her. "I-I've thought about you. Me, together, us."

Olivia nodded for him to continue.

"I've thought about taking your hand, taking off your clothes, running my lips over every inch of your body."

Olivia's breath hitched, she had expected something dirty, that he had fantasized about him fucking her mouth. She didn't expect this tale of his slow seduction. He wasn't describing them fucking, he was describing them making love.

"I'd kiss and touch you from your toes all the way up to your head," Elliot placed his hands on her dress covered waist, tugging her closer between his legs, he heard her knees knock against the foot of his bed.

"First I'd make you come with my fingers," he ran his hands slowly down her sides. "Then I'd make you come against my mouth," he leaned forward, nuzzling into her lower stomach. He kissed her through her dress, his chin rubbing against the top of her mound. He mumbled into her hip bone, "Even though it was my first time, the moment I entered you, I knew you were the woman I'd been waiting for, my partner, my equal."

Elliot heard her breath hitch at his confession. They'd talked around the subject but they never had discussed his virgin status explicitly. He figured it was probably a bit of turnoff for her. He was sure she had probably deflowered a few men, but most likely back when she was a teenager or young adult. She probably never thought she could be doing it again.

His lips and hands were suddenly empty when she took a step back from him, he looked up to see her rubbing her hands up and down her arms, as if she was cold.

She was staring out his window when she said, "So-oooo, that was true, you are-I mean, it's- so you're a virgin?" Olivia stuttered as Elliot stood from his bed.

"I-I mean, you knew pretty early into our relationship. I told you-"

Olivia cut him off, "I didn't know if you were lying, if it was a line you were using-"

Elliot laughed cutting her off this time, and rubbed the back of his neck, "If that's a line I didn't know, not exactly sexy."

Olivia finally made eye contact with him and what he saw startled him. He was expecting to see her hallow gaze, repulsion, perhaps even regret that she had ever got involved with him. What he saw instead was lust, she was aroused by this concept.

"Unless…" Elliot trailed off. "Th-that shit, that-fuck that turns you on, doesn't it?"

Elliot approached her, pushing against her hips until her back was pressed against his wall. He leaned in to kiss her, but she dodged his lips at the last moment, turning her head to the side.

"Talk to me," Elliot breathed against her face.

Olivia swallowed hard, and closed her eyes. "So th-that's the fantasy you had? Making love in this bedroom? Losing your virginity here?"

Elliot moved his hands up the sides of her body, he smoothed them over her purple halter dress straps. Clinging to both sides of her neck, he tipped her head until he could lean his forehead against hers.

"Look at me," he whispered in to the inches of space separating their lips.

He smiled as her big brown eyes came in to view. "My fantasy isn't about this bedroom, although I won't deny it's now on my list, my dream isn't about a place Olivia. My only hope is that it's you. I don't care when or where, I just know it's you, it's suppose to happen with you," he rasped, his throat tightening as he choked up. "And shit Liv, if that thought doesn't repulse you, if the thought of being my first turns you on like I think it does, then it just reaffirms to me how right this really is."

Olivia sighed heavily between them, her hands coming up to grip his strong forearms through his suit jacket.

"Say it," Elliot leaned in a couple more inches and rubbed his nose against her cheek.

Olivia whimpered, she was trying so hard to deny this thought, but here in the safety of his bedroom he had let it all out to her.

"I want to be your first," Olivia exhaled softly, if he hadn't been waiting to hear it, he might've missed it.

It was all he needed to hear as he sealed his mouth over hers, muffling her sob. She was clearly as affected by her confession as he was.

Elliot grabbed both sides of her face, angling her head to deepen their kiss. His tongue stroked hers as her hands pulled his hips snug against her body. He thrust his pelvis, her body accepting the impact as it was pinned to the wall directly beside the door.

Elliot broke the kiss, watching as Olivia's eyes opened, she couldn't hide the way her normal honey brown eyes had darkened to a mahogany hue, or the way her pupils were dilated from her arousal. Elliot knew the moment she recognized the same emotions in his eyes.

Elliot took half a step back as they both reached for one another. He smoothed his hands down to the hem of her dress, tugging the wrapped fabric up her toned thighs. He felt her try to push his suit jacket off his shoulders, they were frantic in their movements, he grumbled as he acquiesced and removed his hands from her body long enough to drop his jacket on the floor.

He didn't waste anytime as he undid the buttons on his shirt cuffs, pushing his shirt sleeves up, Olivia squealed as he quickly grasped her under her thighs, lifting her against his door. He moaned as he felt the heat from her smooth inner thighs against his groin and hips.

Elliot took in the sight before him as her hands reached between them, tugging and pulling at his tie.

He buried his face between her breasts, trying to push her neckline out of his way. Growing frustrated he growled, he hooked his teeth over one side of her dress and pulled it down to reveal a white lace covered bra. Elliot moaned, he could see her hard pebbled nipple through the lace. He licked her over the cup of her bra, feeling her writhe and squirm in his arms. He gripped the edge of her lace bra with his teeth, intent on pulling it down too. He had to get his lips on her, just the thought of having her aroused bud in his mouth, was making it water.

"Elliot?"

And just like that, he felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice over his head.

"Elliot are you in there?"

Bang. Bang. The door they were leaning against rattled against Olivia's back.

The door handle jiggled.

"Elliot honey, why's the door locked?" questioned the voice of Elliot's mother, Bernie Stabler.

Elliot froze as he stared into the terrified eyes of his boss, Captain, superior, and girlfriend, Olivia Benson.

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A/N: I almost never do cliffhangers. This story can now go one of two ways. It can remain the light, sexy story it is. Or it can have some drama/angst (and still remain sexy). I have a storyline for both, you decide.

After 15 months I'm home from the hospital. I'm still bedridden 23 hrs a day, I have homecare and a daily nurse now, and I'm about to lose my 95 y/o Grandma. My grandfather and her have been together over 70 yrs. They're my inspiration for everything in life. You don't see a love like that anymore.

I literally wrote this chapter to distract myself from the physical pain I'm in and the emotional pain as well. There may be multiple mistakes, if so my bad. All reviews are welcomed and appreciated.