Protégé
Chapter 21
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I'm flabbergasted by the recent response to this story and Undercovers. I'm trying to update both, but I'm on 4 antibiotics for a reason. eoswiftie26 on Twitter, your comment got me to prioritize this over Undercovers, so thank her if you enjoy older Olivia, younger Elliot slight smut. I swear I don't know what I write when I have a fever.
Disclaimer: If I owned SVU, Noah would catch Mommy kissing Santa Clause…Stabler.
Monday Evening, 16th Precinct SVU Bullpen
"Ahhhhchooo," Olivia sneezed for the umpteenth time, while sitting on Munch's desk, he hadn't come in that day, having caught the virus going around the precinct.
"Ughhhh," Olivia whined, "Nick, I'm going to kill you!"
Nick, sitting at his own desk, shrugged his shoulders, "Not my fault, Zara got me sick."
"You didn't have to come into work," Olivia accused him in a hoarse voice. She leaned over, crossing her arms over her aching stomach.
"You need anything Cap?" Elliot was concerned about his girlfriend, he had never taken care of another woman before, but he had taken care of his siblings growing up, and he knew he couldn't act on his impulses while at work. Zara had come down with the flu, and wasted no time passing it on to her father, who promptly came into work that weekend, taking out Munch, and Carisi. Oddly enough a day later Rollins came down with it too, despite never coming into contact with Nick. Olivia was the latest casualty. She had a fever, and was battling nausea earlier that day. Her chest was congested, and her phlegm coated throat gave her voice a gravelly low tone, he hated to admit it but it sounded kind of sexy, the deeper volume reminding him of the times when they were intimate and her voice grew deeper.
Olivia glanced up at him, and gave him a small smile, "Thank you for offering Detective, but I'll survive."
Elliot opened his mouth to respond when they heard a commotion in the hallway. He could distantly hear Fin ordering an officer to 'throw that piece of shit into an interrogation room.' A moment later he appeared in the squad-room, making a beeline towards Olivia.
"We need to talk, now!" Olivia hopped off Munch's desk, and walked towards her office. Fin tipped his head towards Nick, indicating for him to join them, "Stabler, give me 2 minutes, then get your ass in here too."
Elliot frowned as the three of them entered Olivia's office, and closed the door.
Elliot didn't know what was being said behind that door, but he had a feeling he wouldn't like it. Counting to 120 in his mind, he headed to her door. He knocked softly, and backed up a step when Nick suddenly opened her door.
Elliot stepped inside the office, noticing Fin and Olivia were no where to be found. Nick flipped the switch on the intercom, allowing Elliot to hear Olivia and Fin as they spoke to another man.
The "suspect" they were talking to was sitting in his chair, leaning casually, as if he didn't have a care in the world. He had a boyish face, even though he was clearly his Captain's age. What he didn't care for was the way this man's eyes were tracking his boss's form, his gaze lingering on her breasts when she leaned over the table, and her ass when she prowled around the interrogation room.
Elliot wasn't listening to what they were saying, but he sprung into action the minute this stranger stood, and wrapped his arm around Olivia's waist, pulling her into his body.
Not waiting to hear, or see more, he banged open the door to the interrogation room, Nick followed a step behind.
All the officers in the room jumped as the door hit the wall. Olivia broke away from the man, but confused Elliot, when she smiled at him.
"Detective Elliot Stabler our newest hire, I'd like you to meet Detective Brian Cassidy, he use to work here back in the day, Cassidy; this is Sergeant Joseph Stabler's son, and you remember Nick," Olivia explained directing a hand in Cassidy's direction.
"Did a lot more than work together Liv," Brian smirked at her, while sitting on top of the table in the room.
"And as I was saying before we were interrupted by boy wonder over there," Cassidy tilted his head in Elliot's direction, "Babe you look even better now, time has been more than generous to you." He purposely let his eyes settle on her ass.
Olivia rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest, "Cut it out. Besides it's 'Captain,' not 'babe.'"
Brian leaned back on his hands, "No shit, you're the boss now, that's hot. Where's Cragen?"
Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "Jesus Cassidy how long have you been under? Cragen retired months ago."
"Wow, well good for him, God knows he earned it, dealing with these dipshits for years, how you handling the nuthouse?" Brian joked.
Olivia chuckled, "It's been a lot of change but I'm managing. Ahhhchoo," Olivia sneezed again.
Brian had made to move closer to her, but froze when she sneezed.
"Sorry," Olivia sighed, "Nick gave me his cold."
Nick mumbled something under his breath, "I said I was sorry!" he grumbled.
Olivia snapped her head towards him, "Sorry doesn't make me feel better Amaro! I'm suppose to have my physical this week too."
"They won't fail you because of a cold Liv, you'll be alright," Fin tried to console her. "Not to ruin this reunion, but there's a reason I had to bring Cassidy in."
"Finally!" Elliot thought, wanting to thank Fin for bringing it back to this strange man that Elliot did not like, not one little bit.
He obviously knew Olivia was more experienced than him, but he had never thought about whether she had ever been with other squad members. He knew Nick had feelings for her, but aside from him, he thought she had platonic relationships with everyone else. It had never occurred to him that she may have done this before. He didn't know how he felt about that, but whether he liked it or not, he definitely didn't like the way this guy was looking, and talking to his girlfriend.
Elliot crossed his arms, puffing out his muscular chest. He furrowed his brows as he listened to Fin and Cassidy explain what the hell he was even doing there.
He couldn't help rolling his eyes as Cassidy spun a tale of his 'mission,' for the vice unit. He rattled on and on about how he had to use every skill he had to infiltrate the prostitution ring, managing to weasel his way up to the boss's personal security.
Fin joked about what perks he was probably getting, making Olivia call him a pig, which made Brian question whether those hookups made Olivia jealous.
Elliot noticed Olivia roll her eyes, he didn't know how she did it, but she looked absolutely beautiful, despite battling the flu. Her cheeks were flushed from her fever, her face, neck and chest were glistening in a light sheen of sweat, making her skin shine in the bright fluorescent lights.
They seemed to be wrapping up the conversation, Brian agreeing to keep Olivia in the loop. He offered to give her a ride home, but Elliot was quick to interrupt.
"Shouldn't we lock him up? At least for a night, you know…" Elliot trailed off for a moment before continuing in a sarcastic tone he knew Olivia would catch, "To keep up your deep undercover charade? Wouldn't want anyone questioning your character right?"
Brian furrowed his brow, "Sorry who are you again?"
Elliot took a step towards Cassidy, but Olivia stepped in front of him quickly, facing Cassidy, "Actually that is a great idea, I'll call your Captain, but Elliot's right, you need to maintain your cover, it'll look suspicious if we just let you go."
"Elliot? Hmmm, fine," Cassidy leaned his head from side to side, cracking his neck, he suddenly smiled.
"You know Liv," he stared deep into her eyes, just a foot between them, "If you wanted to spend another night with me, all you had to do was ask," Cassidy stated, giving her a mischievous grin, and grasped her by her hips.
Olivia felt Elliot move behind her, so she quickly pushed Cassidy away, and pointed her finger at him, "Nice try, but I'm getting out of here, I'll crash in the cribs, so I can keep an eye on things tonight. The best I can do is keep you here for the night instead of the tombs, but unfortunately you're going to have some roommates."
Brian hung his head, "Fine, let's get this over with."
"I got you man," Fin stepped up, and cuffed him.
"Sweet dreams Liv, it was so good to see you again," Brian blew her a kiss as Fin escorted him to the cells.
Olivia rubbed her hands up and down her face, tired and already exasperated by this new situation. "Nick go home, get some sleep, and feel better."
"You sure? I can stay if you want? It's my fault, I've taken out half our squad," Nick bowed his head feeling guilty.
Olivia shook her head, "No I want to be here just in case anyone recognizes him."
"You shouldn't be alone," Nick suggested.
"I'll stay," Elliot shrugged when they both looked at him. "It's my fault, I suggested locking the idiot up."
Nick laughed, which turned into a series of coughs, "Not a fan of Cassidy?"
"Don't really know him," Elliot stood firm, still highly uncomfortable with what he just witnessed.
"Home Nick, sleep, drink, take some vitamin C, go," Olivia turned Nick around, and pushed him towards the door.
They all walked out of the interrogation room, Olivia went into her office, and packed up the things she'd need for the night in the cribs.
As she left her office she caught a glimpse of Nick as the elevators closed. Elliot was waiting at the base of the stairs by the cells when she walked by. She barely heard the wolf whistles, and cat calls, a part of her was so use to the sounds, and grotesque words, having heard them for years.
"How bout you spend the night in here officer?" Brian called through the bars, "You're so hot babe, I could show you a real good time. Ditch the boy, and come unlock this door."
Olivia started up the stairs having barely heard what he said, when she noticed Elliot tense as she passed by him, her shoulder knocking his.
"Hey you, shut the hell up, or your one night here will become two!" Elliot yelled at Cassidy.
"Hey as long as she can keep me company, I'll stay all week," Cassidy made an impromptu move, slowly licking his lips in a circle, his eyes roaming up, and down her body, he finished with a disgusting wink.
Olivia grabbed Elliot's arm as he took a step towards the cell.
Brian had no trouble pushing Stabler's buttons. "What are you gonna do about it kid? Isn't it past your bedtime, why don't you run along, let the adults play."
Elliot opened his mouth to respond, but he heard Olivia whisper in his ear, "Don't, upstairs now!"
Elliot clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to punch Cassidy in his stupid face. He called Elliot a kid, but he was the one acting like an immature teenager, the way he was checking Olivia out in the interrogation room, like he'd never seen a woman before.
"That's right walk away junior," Brian called as Elliot followed Olivia up the stairs. Elliot's gaze landed on the ass bouncing up the steps in front of him. He was beyond pissed, barely controlling himself as they entered the cribs.
He gave her a moment to drop her belongings on a bench before he grabbed her, and pinned her to the lockers.
Olivia held up her hands, placing them on his heaving chest. "I know, I know, let me explain," she turned her head to the side to cough a few times.
Elliot sighed heavily, he placed his head on the cool locker behind her, "No, look we can talk later, you need to rest."
Olivia quirked an eyebrow, she rubbed her hands up and down his ribs. "You sure?" She thought for sure he would press her for answers, in fact she was expecting an immature reaction from him, but she was pleasantly surprised again by how mature he acted at times.
Elliot nodded, "Yeah, 'babe,'" he groused sarcastically.
Olivia chuckled, "Yes he likes pet names, I'm sorry really, I forgot what an immature ass he is, shit I haven't seen, or even thought about him in over a decade."
Elliot jerked backwards when they heard Olivia's phone beep.
Checking her message, she told Elliot that it was Fin saying he had left for the night, but to call him if she needed him. He had also informed Cassidy's Captain of the ongoing situation, the Captain from Vice, completely agreeing with Elliot's suggestion to keep Brian overnight.
Elliot watched Olivia slump against the lockers, "You need to sleep."
"I can't sleep yet, need to shower first, maybe that will relax me enough to sleep. You really don't need to stay El," Olivia supplied.
Elliot shook his head, "Nonsense, come on get your stuff, I'm gonna grab us something to drink, gotta keep some fluids in you."
Olivia's shoulders sagged, "This is how I know I must not look good, I would've expected a different joke from you about putting fluids inside of me."
Elliot blushed deeply, "Trust me Benson, you still look hot, and not in the she-has-a-fever kind of way. You go shower, I'll be right back."
Elliot grabbed them some water, orange juice, and a can of ginger ale from the vending machine, giving the on duty officer watching the cells strict instructions to call his cellphone if he needed him, or Olivia, but otherwise no one was to enter the cribs without contacting him first. He explained their Captain was sick, and needed all the sleep she could get.
As Elliot entered the cribs with his bottles, and cans he could hear the shower running. He saw some of her clothes and belongings spread across the bench in the room. Placing most of his bounty on the bench he proceeded to the door leading to the shower stalls.
Elliot paused and knocked, hearing Olivia call his name, and tell him he could enter.
The room had two stalls, tiles came up to five feet high, a curtain hiding the rest of her body from his view, was suddenly pulled back. Most women could barely see over the tiled wall, but Olivia was taller than most women. Elliot gulped loudly, try to keep his eyes above her head, but he could see that she was exposed from her upper chest to her head.
"I-um," Elliot stuttered, "Uhhh, just wanted to know if you wanted something to drink? I got water, OJ, and some ginger ale, or um, I could make you some tea?"
Olivia smiled, the steam from the hot shower was making a huge improvement on her congestion, and she was already feeling a lot better. She had only just rinsed the shampoo from her hair when she heard Elliot knock.
Olivia felt drained, but knew a sure fire way ensure she'd get a good nights sleep.
"I'm good for now, you're so thoughtful though, thank you," Olivia responded.
"Oh okay, well I'll meet you out there unless there's anything else I can do for you?" Elliot inquired as he watched Olivia sag against one of the tiled walls, she seemed to be struggled to open her bottle of conditioner.
Not wanting to overstep, but wanting to support his girlfriend, Elliot spoke up, "Do-do you need help?"
Olivia turned her head to hide her smirk, she had pretended to act overly tired, hoping he would volunteer to help her.
She glanced at him pretending to be shy, "You sure you wouldn't mind?"
Elliot shook his head, looking around he walked over to the small bench in the room. He discarded his shoes and socks.
Elliot quickly removed his tie, and rolled up the sleeves on his shirt. He approached her stall, "Um, how do you want to do this?"
Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "Uh do you always shower with your clothes on?"
"Wa-wait you want me to come in there with you?" Elliot asked surprised.
Olivia trailed her eyes up and down his body, "Is that going to be a problem Detective?"
Elliot could barely swallow past the large lump in his throat, "No-no that's, uh good, yeah, one sec."
Olivia watched as Elliot went back to the bench, she smiled as his bare back came into view. She bit her bottom lip, and tried to contain a moan as she stared at all that smooth creamy skin. She couldn't wait to mark it with her nails.
Olivia did groan when he dropped his pants and boxers, seeing his ass clench as he leaned over to put all his clothes on the bench. He was solid muscle from his calves to his shoulders. Every part of him flexed as he stood tall, causing her to clench in a certain place too.
Olivia noticed him pausing somewhat, his weight shifting from one foot to the other.
"Problem?" Olivia called over the pounding water from the shower head.
"Um nu-no, just give me a moment," Elliot still wasn't facing her, she wondered if he was trying to control himself, or perhaps he was slightly shy about standing in front of her completely naked, in bright fluorescent lights, God knows he had no reason to be, she thought.
Truthfully it was a bit of both, as Elliot finally turned and rushed towards the stall. He couldn't help his body's natural reaction to her, he was trying to keep his eyes off her body, and his thoughts out of the gutter, but little did he know, that's exactly where she wanted them.
Olivia jerked back when he got into the stall with her, immediately closing the curtain, cocooning them in the small enclosure.
Elliot didn't waste a moment, and quickly turned her around, keeping her body under the steady stream of water, facing away from him.
Elliot grabbed her bottle of conditioner from the caddie hanging from the partially tiled wall.
Olivia heard him squirt some conditioner into his hands, and tried to contain her moan as he massaged it into her scalp. "Are you okay?" Olivia questioned, as she slowly shifted her feet backwards.
"I-yeah of course, just want to help you in here, then get you some rest, or whatever else you'll need," Elliot had closed his eyes, he couldn't look at all her soft tanned skin, all that skin that he loved, that was now slippery, wet. He wondered if her skin would feel warm, and wet on his hands, just like it did on his cock.
"Whatever I need?" Olivia purred, in a low throaty tone.
Elliot didn't catch her drift, and thought the octave of her voice was due to her cold, not her arousal.
"You name it," Elliot nodded even though she couldn't see him. He pushed her forward, until her head was under the spray too. He helped her rinse the soap out, thinking he was done. He had to get out of that shower stall.
Just as he moved to step out he felt another bottle knock into his arm. She was holding it over her shoulder, glancing back at him.
Elliot's eyes rolled to the back of his head, was she serious? He eyed the body wash, her intentions clear, but he didn't think he could rub soap up and down her body, and not react.
Olivia smiled as he took the bottle from her, "You want me to, um just everywhere or…?"
Elliot had definitely never showered with another woman before and Olivia found it endearing. She loved being the first for him, for so many things. Even more she loved teaching him new things, in and out of the bedroom, but she couldn't wait for all the things they could explore, and experience for the first time together.
"Do you have a washcloth or one of those puffy things women like…?" Elliot's question broke through Olivia's inner thoughts.
Olivia chuckled, "A loofah?"
"Sure?"
"I think I'd prefer your hands Detective," Olivia husked.
"'K-kay," Elliot stammered, soaping up his hands, he placed them on her strong shoulders, and upper back, as she pulled her long dripping hair to one side.
Elliot gulped, and focused on his breathing as he tried to keep his dirty thoughts at bay. She's sick you asshole, she has a cold, he kept repeating in his head, as he kept his gaze on the shower head in front of them.
He ignored the soft smooth skin on her back, as he rubbed his hands lower, dipping into the small dents at the base of her back. He couldn't even attempt to touch her butt, but taking a deep breath he squatted down behind her, and ran his hands from her ankles, to her calves. He paused at her lower leg muscles, massaging the soap into each one.
He was harder than a steel pipe, he had to take a few deep breaths, he felt like he could already come.
Elliot slid his hands higher, rubbing the soap into her knees and thighs. Again he refused to even try to soap up her inner thighs, and tried to clean her legs as quickly as possible.
He made the mistake of looking up, the view causing him to choke, and fall backwards on to his ass, his hands losing contact with her body.
He wasn't aware she had moved, but at some point she had leaned her upper body against the tiled wall, she was probably so tired she couldn't hold herself upright any longer, bending over, her ass on prominent display. If that wasn't enough of a view, he could clearly see her lower lips, swollen around her engorged clit, and weeping core.
"Everything okay?" Olivia asked as she heard a thud behind her.
"I-I-uhhh-wha," Elliot couldn't speak, he could barely breathe. He stumbled as he tried to stand, that vision would be burned into his memory forever.
"Do-done, think we're done," Elliot croaked.
"What about my front?" Olivia asked softly.
Elliot hung his head, but he could never refuse her. She grabbed her body wash and Elliot watched over her shoulder as she squeezed the cool soap in lines over her breasts.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ," Elliot actually whimpered, his voice was higher than he had ever heard it.
Elliot moved his arms underneath hers, and rubbed her upper chest, smoothing the soap over her neck and collarbones. Trying to steady his breathing he inched his hands lower, biting his tongue as he felt her firm peaks scrape across his palms.
Elliot gasped as he tried to rub the soap into her heavy bosom. Her breasts spilled over his hands, he gave them a slight squeeze as he smeared the soap all around them, swiping his fingers around her areola and nipples. His breathing was laboured as he descended down her quivering stomach.
Elliot wasn't prepared when she moved again, he let out a grunt when her ass sank back into his groin.
Elliot grabbed her hips, "Olivia what are you doing?"
"I need some help in a different place," Olivia groaned.
Elliot held her still, the water beating down on them, washing away the soap suds.
"Okay where? Out in the cribs?" Elliot asked in a gravelly tone.
He saw Olivia shake her head, one of her arms reached back and grabbed his right hand.
Elliot kept a firm grip on her other hip and she leaned forward once again, her ass thrusting against him for the second time.
Elliot gasped as she covered his hand with hers, and used it to cup her core. He moaned as he felt her smooth moist lips against his palm, he could feel her pulsating clit too.
"Fuck me Elliot, I need to come," Olivia grunted, pressing his hand into her pussy, grinding against the base of his hand.
"Ummm," Elliot hummed, his cock sliding between her butt cheeks.
"You-you're sick though, nee-need rest," Elliot tried time argue, truly wanting nothing more than to take care of his girlfriend.
"A good orgasm will make me sleep," Olivia explained as she thrust her pelvis against the hand cupping her core. She let go, and placed both arms against the wall in front of her, giving him plenty of room to work her body.
Elliot groaned, and stared at the ceiling, he could only holdout for so long, his boss was a temptress, he just got a first grade education in seduction.
Elliot grabbed his throbbing erection, and angled his dick so that it slid through the moisture dripping from her entrance. He snapped his hips back before pressing forward, slipping into her warm pulsating tunnel.
They both groaned when he slid in halfway. He jerked back slightly, and using his grip on her front, he pulled her back into his body while he thrust his hips forward.
Olivia gasped loudly as he filled her, her walls baring down all around him, as she adjusted to his intrusion. Elliot leaned over her, panting against her shoulder, he clasped his mouth over her skin, sucking the silky surface into his mouth.
Olivia moaned as Elliot applied pressure to her clit, as he began to slowly pound into her from behind. She whined when his spare hand grasped her breast, his fingers circled her areola, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin. Her nipple puckered even more as she tried to shift, anything to get him to touch them.
She whimpered when he finally flicked her nipple, running his fingertip up and down the length of her distended nub.
Olivia was spiralling, he was pleasuring her in so many areas. His mouth had moved to suckle on the erogenous spot just below her ear. His fingers were tugging on her nipples, switching breasts as to not neglect one over the other. His other hand was rubbing her clit, while pulling her pelvis back against his body, every time he thrust forward.
She was out of control, completely at his mercy, "Harder, fuck, harder El, fuck me."
She heard him grunt and groan behind her as his hips rammed into her, her ass and breasts jiggling from the contact.
"Shit, Stabler, fuck yes, ri-right there, OH!" Olivia screamed as Elliot quickly released her breast and covered her mouth. He wasn't aware of it, but he was hitting her G spot, as her walls clenched around him.
Elliot was already on the verge of a strong climax before he ever stepped into that stall. He gasped and moaned her name over and over as he jerked inside her. A whole body shiver wracked through him from head to toe. He didn't think he had ever come so hard in his life.
Olivia's arms nearly buckled as she felt his warm fluids rush into her core, and he sagged against her back. Her body was still shaking from the unbelievable pleasure she was feeling.
Elliot removed his hand from her mouth and planted it against the wall. He tried to stand them both up straight, slipping from her warm wet passage, he glanced down to see both their juices drip from between her thighs.
Elliot closed his eyes, and scrubbed a hand down his face. He had to rinse off and get the hell out of that shower or he was going to take her again.
They were both panting loudly in the small steam filled space.
"Le-let's get out of he-here," Elliot was tripping over the most basic words. He moved to the side, allowing the water to spray against his body.
Olivia nodded, "Give me a minute to clean up."
She felt the curtain being pulled aside and the rush of cool air, goosebumps rising all over her body.
"Shit," she heard from outside the stall as she rinsed between her sensitive thighs.
"You okay El?" Olivia called as she turned off the shower.
"Yeah, just didn't bring a towel with me," Elliot was standing completely naked, as he dripped on the shower room floor. Olivia bit her lip as she tracked a drop of water as it trailed down his strong, muscular pec, bypassing his puckered nipple, she watched it slide down his torso, dipping in and out of the grooves on his abdomen. It descended to the deep 'V' on his pelvis, stopping in the thin trimmed hair of his happy trail. Her eyes lingered on his soft penis that was already beginning to twitch back to life. Even in his current state, he was still beautiful to her.
Olivia grabbed one of her two towels from the bench and offered it to him, "I was gonna use it for my hair, it's fine." She wrapped her other towel around her body, knotting it between her breasts.
Elliot had been admiring her body, as she had been admiring his. He took the towel, quickly wiping his back, before wrapping it around his waist.
Together they walked back into the cribs, Elliot tossing his work clothes into his locker. He took out a pair of sweats and basketball jersey, he wanted to sleep shirtless, but didn't think he should risk it, even with a locked door.
Olivia had already laid her clothes out, slipping into a pair of spandex shorts under her towel. She pulled a tank top over her head, yanking the knot between her breasts, it dropped to the floor at her feet.
Olivia scooped up all her belongings and thrust them into her locker, she'd deal with her mess tomorrow.
She yawned loudly as she made her way to the cot she had claimed as hers years ago. There was a small table with a lamp on it at the head of her bed. She turned it on, "Can you hit the lights before you get into bed?" she asked as Elliot closed his locker.
She propped her head on her hand as she watched him turn off the right lights, and make his way over to her.
Olivia saw him pause, as if he was contemplating something.
"Where should I…?" Elliot trailed off, pointing to the bunk above her.
"Oh, uhhh," for some reason Olivia hadn't thought about where he would sleep. They had never actually slept together, and as much as she wanted to, she didn't want to get him sick either.
"I mean, I'd like to sleep with you," Elliot's face was tinted red as he stared at the floor, unable to make eye contact with her.
"I'd li-like that," Olivia agreed, "But I don't want to get you sick."
Elliot shrugged as he lifted the blanket she was under, sliding onto the small mattress, he pulled the cover over his body, situating himself on his back. "I'll risk it," he replied as he pulled her body on top of his.
He could smell the scent from the shampoo in her hair, as she laid her head against his chest, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck.
They both sighed as sleep quickly creeped up on them. Elliot raised his arm until his hand connected with the lamp, shrouding them in darkness.
Olivia was tired from her orgasm, but the sound of his steady heart was lulling her to sleep as well.
She felt like she was just about to fall into a very deep sleep when she heard and felt his chest vibrate underneath her as he chuckled.
"God, you just gave me a lesson in seduction didn't you?" Elliot asked, unable to control his laughter.
The room was almost pitch black with the lights off, he couldn't see it, but he felt her grin against his neck. "Guilty as charged Detective."
"Hmmm," Elliot cradled her head in his hand, massaging her scalp.
"Guess I'll have to come up with a fitting punishment," Elliot pecked her forehead, as he felt Olivia shake in his embrace, "Get some sleep Captain, you'll need your rest."
The last thing he remembered before sleep overtook his body, was Olivia humming in agreement against his throat.
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A/N: This was suppose to be short I swear…my bad? If there's a particular scenario you'd like to see play out between THIS version of Olivia and Elliot, just send me a message or review. Drop a comment if you're enjoying this story. I really am trying to update Undercovers this week, but that story has a lot of plot points that I have to fill-in. This story has a plot if you really squint…
Happy Holidays to all! Stay safe. My extremely safe, fully vaxxed, works from home, locked down sister, got engaged on Friday and tested positive on Monday. It's been a whirlwind!
Tony had no time to beta, all mistakes mine!
