Protégé

A/N: No I didn't spray paint Jelliot on a garage door, I can't walk 10 feet…so no I can't take credit, (see Twitter new2svu2017) it's from a popular crime/comedy Canadian tv show that's filmed in the area. (Pretty Hard Cases, season 01x03) The restaurant in this story does exist in New York though. Remember this takes place in 2013.

A/N 2: I'm not confessing to ANYTHING, but I can attest that you can definitely do this activity, in this kind of establishment, that's portrayed in this chapter. This is basically M, NSFW but read wherever you want, I'm not the reading police. I'm posting this early for two reasons, firstly to make up for the delay in the last chapter, I just want you guys to know that I really do update whenever I am able to, so I tried really hard to bang out this chapter, and secondly maybe this will warm you up if you're experiencing this winter storm like we are in Ontario, we got 2 feet and it's calling for more, everything is shut down. Hope everybody is safe. Enjoy.

Chapter 23

Disclaimer: I wish I owned SVU or NBC, cause boy would I mix some shit up, but alas I don't.

Friday Evening, Franina's Restaurant, Long Island, New York

Olivia and Elliot were sitting at a small booth in an Italian restaurant on Long Island. The place was charming, both old school, and elegant at the same time.

"So why this place?" Olivia asked after they placed their orders with the waiter, who's eyes lingered on Olivia longer than Elliot would have liked.

Elliot shrugged, placing his arm on the booth behind her, "Didn't want to go anywhere in Manhattan, or near my parents place, plus there's a theatre not far from here."

Olivia leaned into his arm, and smoothed her hand up and down his firm muscular thigh, unseen beneath the table. "Looks like someone did his research…" she purred in his ear. She didn't know if it was a continuation from their kiss in her apartment, the atmosphere in the restaurant, or the undeniable need that she had to constantly be close to him, but she couldn't keep her hands to herself, especially when she felt she could let her guard down.

Elliot groaned, trying to take his mind off her hand he asked, "Ar-are you feeling better?"

Olivia kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger, as she caressed his pec, "Not quite 100% yet but I'm on the mend."

Elliot curled his arm around her waist, pulling her snug against his side, "Do you wanna skip the movie, call it an early night so you can get some sleep?"

Olivia smiled, her lips curling against his cheek, "Always looking out for me?"

Elliot bobbed his head, "Always."

"But no, I want to enjoy dinner and a movie with my boyfriend, without worrying about being seen, although I can't deny the chance of getting caught in the past has added a certain-"

Elliot snapped his head towards hers, "Is Captain Olivia Benson admitting that the thought of getting caught has turned you on at times?"

Olivia looked down after dropping her hand back to his thigh, a deep crimson blush working its way up her chest and neck, "Maybe…" she whispered.

Elliot was happy when their meals arrived, he didn't know how much more teasing he could take. Everything she said and everything she did was turning him on. He thought he would get a reprieve when their food was placed on the table, but unfortunately for him, she could even make eating food sexy.

She had ordered some kind of rigatoni alfredo pasta dish, but she was currently biting into a long breadstick and moaning around its circumference, obviously enjoying its taste.

Elliot gulped and tried to concentrate on his lamb dish long enough to cut it. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her heeled foot rub against his shin.

Olivia chuckled, "You okay, you seem tense?"

Elliot laughed lightly, "I-uh, this isn't something I've done a lot of," he rubbed the back of his neck, as he once again found himself confessing to his lack of experience in an area.

Olivia furrowed her perfectly plucked eyebrows, "What, playing footsies?"

Elliot swallowed a piece of lamb, "Um, no, going on dates."

"Really? I mean… why? You're a young, good looking guy," for the life of her, Olivia could not understand his lack of dating before her.

"Hmmm," Elliot hummed around his fork thinking about his response.

"Well there was one girl in highschool I fooled around with a bit, but those Catholic schools and my extracurriculars kept me pretty busy and bottled up. Then I enlisted, again didn't really have the time or opportunity to date. After that I was dedicated to becoming a cop, it drew all my attention, I guess my focus has just always been elsewhere, never met anyone that interested me more than what I was already doing, that I wanted to commit my time and energy towards," he explained.

Olivia nearly choked hearing his explanation, coughing loudly on a piece of rigatoni.

Elliot patted her back, while she took a drink of water, both had forgone any alcohol.

"So-sorry," Olivia gasped as he rubbed the bare skin on her back where her dress dipped between her shoulder blades.

Elliot shook his head, "You okay?"

Olivia nodded, "I-just wasn't expecting, I mean," she chuckled, "If anything that makes this even more messed up."

Elliot's eyebrows scrunched together, "How? Why?"

Olivia scratched the side of her head, a nervous tick he had picked up on a couple months ago.

"Because if that's true then why the hell did you choose me?" she huffed, slightly exasperated.

Elliot dropped his fork, keeping one hand on her back he placed his other hand on her jaw, angling her head so that she was looking at him.

"Do you think I purposely 'chose' you, as you put it?" He didn't let her respond, "Shit Olivia, I had no choice, there never was a choice. You captivated me from the moment I met you. And then getting to know you, not just your body, but your heart, your passion, your drive, your soul? Liv, I never stood a chance," there was a fire burning behind his crystal clear eyes that she had never noticed before.

Leaning back towards his body she slid her hand across his cheek, her thumb grazed his lips before she covered them with hers in a warm soft kiss.

Elliot moaned as her tongue traced his bottom lip. He couldn't help opening his mouth to play with hers.

Olivia groaned as their kiss intensified. She didn't know if it was his lips or his words but she could feel his kiss affect her throughout her entire body, it was electrifying as she felt tingles all over her skin, from her head to her toes.

Olivia pulled back, "How are you so mature for your age?" she whispered between them as she connected her forehead with his.

Being so close she saw the moment the look in his eyes changed, he gulped loudly, she could see the muscles in his neck clenching. "I had to grow up fast, being the oldest kid," Elliot looked away as he cut himself off.

Olivia ran her thumb along his cheek bone, slowly turning his head back towards her, she pecked his lips and in a soft voice asked him to tell her.

"Being a cop my father wasn't around a lot and my mother needed help taking care of my younger siblings at times," he sighed heavily.

Olivia nodded as she rubbed his cheek, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Elliot shook his head vehemently, "No it's not exactly date conversation, I don't think it'll turn you on."

Olivia pulled her head back from him for a second time, shocked by something he said.

"Wait do you think-Elliot do you believe that's what a relationship is about? What our relationship is about?" Olivia asked, truly surprised by his statement.

She could already tell by the look on his face that the answer was yes. "Ummm, no?" he replied in a questioning tone.

Olivia dropped her hand from his face and grasped both of his in hers instead, pulling them onto her lap.

"Let me make this very clear, a relationship is more than just physical intimacy, and sex. It's about, sharing your life, past, present, and future with that one person. Nobody else in the world has that same relationship with you as you do with your partner. Not your parents, your best friend, siblings, nobody. It is not your job as my boyfriend to constantly try to arouse or please me physically. What intrigued me so much in the beginning, and scared me shitless, was how easily that part of a relationship came to us, yes. But I also like how once we did start opening up to one another, how easy that was too. I've never experienced that before with anybody. And that scares me too. Do you understand what I'm saying? Because if this is just sex for yo-"

Elliot tightened his hold on her hands, he stroked his thumbs over the back of them as he interrupted her, "It's not, shit Liv you know it's not but, damnit!"

She could see he was struggling to explain himself.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling heavily he pressed on, "I told you, I'm not only inexperienced in the bedroom, I'm inexperienced with all of this." He waved his hand in the air around them, keeping his head bowed, his eyes remained on his half eaten plate.

Elliot was feeling frustrated, but quickly realized that maybe his Captain could teach him more than he thought. He had never considered the aspects of a relationship outside of the bedroom. She was already teaching him so much.

"I don't care about your experience level Elliot," Olivia huffed.

Elliot leaned his head back against the square shaped booth, turning it to face her, "Sometimes I wonder what the hell you see in me, I feel like I don't bring anything to this relationship. I constantly wonder if I'm good enough for you," he paused to cough, "Sexually, and I never even considered the other areas of our relationship."

Olivia frowned, "You want to know what you bring to us? To me? El, you bring you. I just told you minutes ago how unbelievably mature you are for your age. You bring a steadiness, into my life, that I didn't even know I needed. You're like this rock physically and mentally, like a rock in the ocean that I know I can tie myself to, and no matter what storm comes my way I know you won't let me drown."

"Maybe you don't know how to navigate a relationship yet, but that's just an area of your life you're new at. I'm sure there are also plenty of things in your life that you excel at, that I'm just as clueless about, I cant ride a motorcycle for starters. Wouldn't even know how to turn it on."

Elliot cracked a smile, "So… it doesn't turn you off, make you cringe, when I fall short on these kinda things?"

Olivia ran her hands up his shoulders and around his neck, "You called it early on, I like teaching you new things. And I like experiencing other firsts together too."

Elliot smirked, "Good, that's uh yeah that's good."

Elliot rubbed her hip, they were intertwined from their legs to their arms, "Wanna try some?" he asked as he lifted a piece of lamb to her swollen lips, swollen from his kisses.

Olivia smiled and opened her mouth as she let him feed her, "Mmmm," she moaned around his fork and rolled her eyes, "That's delicious! Do you want to try some rigatoni?"

Elliot nodded, they spent the rest of dinner teasing each other with food, instead of using their bodies. Together they skipped dessert in order to make it to the movie on time. It was a fancy theatre, one of the newer updated ones that served food, desserts, and alcohol. The seats Elliot reserved were considered VIPs. They were larger than the average seat, and allowed the patron to recline, not to mention the chairs had a massage feature, and were heated which came in handy in the sometimes cool theatre. Another bonus, Elliot noticed when they sat down, was that they could raise the armrest between them.

He had specifically chosen those seats for a reason. They were located in the top far corner of the theatre, giving them the utmost privacy. He secretly always wanted to take a date to the movies, and use it as an excuse to kiss her. It was a step in his youth that he thinks he might have skipped.

As soon as they sat down Olivia rubbed her hands up and down her bare arms. Elliot whipped off his blazer, despite it being early June, it was a cool night, and the theatre was cold as always.

Olivia shook her head, "I'm fine, plus then you'll be cold."

"Don't be silly," Elliot said as he looped his jacket over her shoulders, "Besides my arms are covered, sorry I know how much you love them."

Olivia rolled her eyes as he raised the armrest between them and slung an arm around her back, pulling her against him.

He pointed to the raised armrest between them, "If you want I can turn on your heated seat?"

"Sure," Olivia answered just as the movie, Now You See Me, started playing on the big screen. It was a movie they had both expressed an interest in seeing, and she had sincerely been looking forward to it.

She furrowed her brows as she felt her chair heating up, but that wasn't the problem. She was heating up again, from the massage feature. Olivia leaned into Elliot as he took a blanket out of a secure wrap, located in the back of the chair in front of them. Keeping his eyes on the screen he flung the blanket over their laps, making sure to cover Olivia's bare crossed legs. One of which was rubbing against his shin again.

Olivia tried to concentrate on the movie but she couldn't help squirming in her seat. She found herself inexplicably moving closer and closer towards Elliot until she would be sitting on his lap, if she moved anymore. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she began rubbing his chest, enjoying that he left the first few buttons undone.

Unconsciously as the characters planned their crime, her hand slid lower down his firm abdomen. She didn't know when it slipped under the blanket, but suddenly Elliot's hand came down over hers, pausing it from rubbing back and forth over his belt buckle.

"Livvv," he groaned, he was trying to be polite, but the way her hand had slipped down his body wasn't just a distraction, it had him growing hard in his pants.

He moved his hand lower, in an attempt to adjust himself, when her hand covered his over his erection.

Olivia leaned her head into the crook of his neck, pulling his warm skin into her mouth.

"Liv wha-what are you doing?" It was clear he was struggling with his own arousal, as his voice dropped an octave.

"Turn it off," she hissed as she released his skin from her mouth.

"What?" Elliot couldn't comprehend her request as she squeezed her hand over his, causing him to clench his hard on.

"Ch-chair," Olivia gasped as she felt a particular throb between her legs. Touching her Detective in any way could turn her on.

"Ar-are you saying? The vibrations are…?" Elliot husked in her ear, unable to complete his question. He had noticed her squirming, but figured she was just trying to get warm.

"Fuck El-I need…" Olivia paused, glancing around the theatre. Even though the movie was relatively new, the theatre wasn't even half full for a Friday night.

Before Elliot could figure out what she needed from him, Olivia turned back in her seat, she grabbed him by the back of his head, and pulled until she crushed their lips together.

"Mmmm," Elliot rumbled from the back of his throat, he grabbed her hips, pulling her as close to his body as he could.

Olivia slipped her tongue into his mouth as their chests rubbed together. She knew he'd be able to feel her hard peaks scraping against his pecs, but where before they were hard from the cool air, now they were like rocks from arousal.

Olivia broke their kiss to catch her breath, but slid her lips down the strong cord of his neck.

"Shit Benson," Elliot husked, not wanting to be seen he pulled the blanket up over their shoulders.

Once he was sure it was secure he rubbed her stomach, slowly making his way up her trembling torso. He heard her breathy exhale against his collarbone, when his hand cupped the underside of her dress covered breast.

They both let out expressions of pleasure. Olivia dropped her hand, letting it rest firmly on top of the steel pipe in his slacks, just as he inched his hand up, filling it with one of her generous mounds.

"Shit, Fuck," filled the air between them. They were both thankful for how loud the movie was playing.

"Inside," Olivia whimpered as she began stroking him through his clothing.

She didn't have to tell him twice, he slipped his palm underneath her dress, he could feel her lacy bra on the back of his hand.

"Ye-yes, El please don't tease me," she cried softly, arching her back, her chest thrusting out.

Elliot was circling her areola, grinning at the way her body was responding to his touch. He could feel goosebumps popping up below the pad of his thumb. Taking pity on her as he heard her whimpers and felt her squeezing her legs together, he flicked his thumb over her stiff bud, feeling her breathy pants, he slid his thumb up the length of her nipple. Finally grasping it between his fingers, he gave it a soft tug as he squeezed her breast.

Elliot may have not had a very checkered past, but he recalled a story he heard from one of the guys he served with. They were on surveillance one night, shooting the shit, when the subject turned to sex. His brother in arms had bragged about making some woman come by only stimulating her breasts. Elliot had always assumed he was just talking shit, but now as he sat there in that theatre, about to come in his pants, he wondered if it was true after all.

Thinking he could possibly find out he was rather surprised when Olivia suddenly removed his hand from her dress.

She dropped his jacket on her chair as she rearranged their bodies again.

"What are you…?" Elliot asked as she grasped his belt buckle, slipping it through the medal clasp.

"Need you, fucking need you now," Olivia tugged on his pants, sliding a hand inside and freeing him from his confines. He was hot to the touch, precum beading around his smooth slick head.

"Jesus Christ," Elliot grunted, his hips bucking already, as she held him in her hand. He grabbed her by the waist, scanning the room they maneuvered together until she was sitting discreetly on his lap.

Olivia raised her ass, reaching behind her, she grabbed the back of her dress, pulling until she felt his pants against the back of her thighs, and his dick nestled between them.

"Is this okay?" Elliot asked as he rubbed her thick silky thigh. He had only had sex two other times. One being earlier that week, in the cribs. From his very bland upbringing in the Catholic school, the Catholic Church, and a Catholic house, he was lead to believe that sex was only meant for procreation between married people. Not for pleasure, and the so called 'talk' his father gave him, just explained what missionary was, and that it was something he should only do when he was married and wanted a kid.

Olivia had opened his eyes to a whole new world. The two times they had been together featured three different positions and it looked like he was about to add another to his list, not to mention a new place. Curious if it was another first just for him, he couldn't hold in his question.

"Have you ever, in this kinda place?" his voice was gravelly in her ear as he pulled her hair back behind her neck. He nipped her earlobe, sucking it softly into his heated mouth soothingly, he lowered his lips to the skin just below her ear. He knew it was one of the most sensitive spots on her body.

The blanket was draped over their shoulders, providing them decent coverage in the dark theatre.

Olivia wiggled in his lap, "El…I-shit I need you to fuck me." He had inadvertently been building her up all night, from the moment he kissed her in her kitchen. Her panties were completely ruined.

"You want my hands?" Elliot hummed against her neck.

"Nu-no you know-fucking shit!" Olivia felt her core heating up even more.

"Damnit Stabler, I want you to make me come with your dick!" Olivia demanded, as her frustration built.

Elliot groaned, the vibrations doing wonders for her, it practically felt like an order. They both reached down at the same time, Olivia pulled her lacy underwear to the side, rising up, as he grabbed his hard length, he gaped as he slipped his erection through her copious amount of juices.

He was shocked by how wet she was, and held his breath as she slowly lowered herself over him. He felt her warm wet walls mold over his cock. The feeling was indescribable.

He exhaled, as Olivia panted heavily in his lap. He gave her a moment to adjust as she sat back against his chest.

"You're so tight in this position, so good Liv, shit-are you close, I'm not gonna last," Elliot whispered in her ear.

Olivia nodded as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, rolling her hips back and forth, in a subtle manner, trying not to cause any sound.

He was larger than average, and filled every inch inside of her. "Move, please move Stabler," she was not beyond begging at that point. "I want you, I need you, you're so big, I can feel every inch of you, so deep…" Olivia muttered.

Elliot grasped both of her breasts in his hands, anchoring her to his body, he thrust his hips, unable to catch the moan that escaped from her lips. He scanned the theatre again to make sure nobody was looking at them. "We shouldn't be doing this, this is so wrong, we could arrest ourselves Captain," Elliot was using both hands to pinch and tug her nipples, he knew as he bucked against her plump ass, that he was possibly leaving a mark on her neck too.

Needing her to come he dropped his right hand to her hip, slipping it underneath her underwear, he was met with an abundance of juices. Not wasting time as they continued to move together as discreetly as they could, he took matters into his own hands and rubbed against her bundle of nerves. Her reaction was almost immediate.

The top of her mound was slick too, he applied just the right amount of pressure as her body arched. He had heard the term 'breaking backs' but he had never understood it until that moment as she bent on his lap.

Not only did he feel her inner walls bare down against him, but he felt a rush of her juices all around him, coating his dick and groin in her essence.

He couldn't hold back as he let go too, he clamped his mouth against her neck to keep from calling out. He could faintly hear her mumbling his name over and over again. They were both out of breath as their orgasms rushed over their body's. Olivia shivered on his lap and he knew she wasn't cold anymore.

Elliot was trembling below her, she could feel him pulsing inside her core, his warm fluids filling her, and providing a pleasant sensation that was no longer new to her.

They remained connected as Elliot wrapped both their arms around her stomach. Getting their bearings they began to shake as they laughed together. Elliot nipped her neck, "Wanna get out of here?"

Neither had watched much of the movie.

Olivia tilted her head until she caught his eye, "Back to my place Stabler?"

Elliot whole heartedly agreed. They worked together to clean up, and hide any evidence of what had occurred. Elliot had to hold his jacket in front of his pants. They had left a stain as she came on top of him, their combined juices spilling when he reluctantly pulled out. He felt like he could stay in her warm, wet heat for hours.

Laughing and holding hands in public for the first time, they made their way to a line of cabs.

"No, by the way," Olivia husked as she pecked his lips. He had given her a fantastic orgasm not 10 minutes earlier but she still couldn't keep her hands to herself.

"No what?" Elliot deepened the kiss, knowing they had a lot of time to kill on the drive back to Manhattan.

Olivia pulled back an inch, "I've never had sex at a movie theatre. What do you take me for, some kind of exhibitionist Stabler?"

Elliot smiled widely, his dimple appearing, "So that was another first for both of us then?"

"Mhmm, it was, I'm sorry I should've asked, but do you…like it when I take charge like that?" Olivia whispered between their swollen lips so the driver wouldn't hear them.

"You know I do," Elliot groaned. He immediately noticed the sparkle and mischievous look behind his Captain's mahogany eyes. It was going to be a long ride home.

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A/N: This was suppose to be just a sexy chapter but it got serious for a moment there in the middle. What I write completely depends on how I feel. Not only do I use writing as physical therapy to help with dexterity and nerve damage but I also use it as a distraction from 12 herniated discs in my spine. Which you can probably guess really hurts. However high blood sugars and heart levels are my biggest hurdle right now.

On that note thank you for all the reviews, positive or not, I read them all and they're all a very good distraction.