Protégé Ch 28

A/N: Sorry it's been a minute. Been in the hospital since mid February. First time finding out a diabetic coma is a real thing (also known as DKA). Also lost the use of both hands, (check my Instagram for more details, and pictures), on the road to recovery, kind of, still can't use either thumbs. Not out of the woods yet, but hoping to use this as a distraction for a bit. This is probably shit, don't know if I've lost my ability to write, I had to reread my own stories, memory is fuzzy, and all I have to say is good gracious what on earth do y'all have me writing?! Think I made myself blush. I hope this chapter isn't too disappointing, not even sure it's an M rating.

A/N 2: I heard there was a scene where Noah met Stabler but unless you watched it live, it was cut out for Canadians? If anyone knows a place where I could watch it holla at me, on here, or twitter or instagram new2svu2017 thank you!

Disclaimer: I only own me, myself, and I, no NBC characters. All mistakes my own, no beta this chapter.

Saturday Evening, Penthouse Apartment, Manhattan

Elliot had never loved and hated someone at the same time. He took a sip of his beer, contemplating his next move. It was like a game of chess, the way they teased each other all afternoon, without actually conversing in any way. They could both express so much through their eyes, and mouths, not to mention their bodies.

Casey was currently throwing a party at a swanky penthouse apartment in Manhattan, right across from Central Park. The defence attorney who she recently lost a case to, offered her his apartment as a peace offering for defending the scum of the earth. The insanely rich attorney only stayed there while in town, he mainly practiced in California, and rented his place out.

Scanning his surroundings it looked like Casey had invited everyone she knew, including the male stripper they had met while undercover, and a few of his colleagues. There were other lawyers, cops, detectives, even some white shirts Elliot had met through his father. Casey had also invited some friends from college, and her pilates class. There were at least 50 people, enjoying the glass enclosed penthouse. The apartment was the only one on the whole floor, a private entrance and elevator brought all her guests to the 52nd floor penthouse. The entire apartment was encased in glass and featured one of the best outdoor spaces Elliot had ever seen in New York. As someone who was doing his own real estate shopping, he couldn't even fathom how many millions a place like that would cost. Full kitchen with an outdoor barbecue and wood burning pizza oven, a swim up bar, from the large pool and jacuzzi.

It was for this reason that Elliot loved and hated Casey. He moaned out loud as he watched his girlfriend socialize with the rest of the party guests, wearing nothing but a see through turquoise sarong, that wrapped around her shapely hips, and allowed him and every other human with eyes, a glimpse of the bathing suit underneath. It was a black one piece, that featured numerous cutouts, putting a significant amount of her perfectly bronze skin on display. Elliot wondered why she didn't just wear a bikini, the one piece wasn't covering anything a bikini wouldn't.

Elliot bit his bottom lip, as he pictured himself running his hands over her strong shoulders, down her arms, his fingers sliding over the dips in her elbows and along her silky forearms. He'd come to a stop at her hands, interlacing their fingers together. Elliot almost groaned at the image in his mind, he pictured Olivia taking control, planting their hands on her hips as she sat atop his lower torso, her ass bumping his dick as she gyrated on him, taking control of her own orgasm, simply using his body to get off. She would pull his hands up her body, and her head would drop back as she filled his hands with her generous breasts. He knew now how to touch, how to stroke, how to lick, and how to suck that part of her body, to bring her pleasure. That was still a fantasy of his, he was pretty sure he could push them both over the edge, staying above her waist. He loved how sensitive her nipples were, if he wasn't before he definitely was now; his girlfriend had definitely made him a breast man. He had a feeling however that it was just her breasts that could bring him to his knees. He would gladly kneel at the feet of his Captain, he had no problem admitting that she turned him on, more than usual, when she took control.

He was having a hard time concentrating on anything else. Part of him wanted to peel the garments off her sun kissed body. The other part of him wanted to wrap one of the big towels around her, to cover her up even more. This is why he was white knuckling his beer bottle, and why he loved and hated their ADA. He wanted to touch his beautiful girlfriend more than anything, he wanted to hold her hand, and flirt with her in front of everyone at that party. Love.

He wasn't allowed to touch. Hell, he knew he needed to stop staring at her too before someone noticed, but how could he not? As much as he didn't want to feel that pang of jealousy, he couldn't help noticing the other eyes following his boss at times. Men, even women were doing a double take as she moved throughout the pristine apartment. Hate.

Love. Hate.

Casey just had to throw a pool party, putting both their bodies on display, he knew Olivia never let her colleagues see this side of her, the woman behind the badge.

He was so busy staring at his Captain that he didn't notice Tony approaching him.

"So I guess it's not James then?" Tony chuckled, sticking out his hand to greet him.

Elliot smiled and shook his hand, "Yeah, sorry about that, part of the job, names Elliot, Detective Elliot Stabler." Elliot welcomed the distraction, and genuinely did like Tony.

"Ah, well nice to meet the real you," Tony grinned, "And if you ever decide to change things up, you will always have a job as a male dancer."

Elliot smiled as he took a sip of his beer. "So you and Casey huh?"

"Ya colour me surprised when I found out she wasn't who she said she was that night, that her name wasn't Jennifer, when we took down that…what do you guys call them, peeps?" Tony asked Elliot, one of his eyebrows raised in question.

Elliot laughed lightly, "Close, perps, we call 'em perps sometimes."

As Tony nodded his head, Elliot's attention was drawn to Olivia once more, she was now engaged in conversation with another lawyer, hand on his bicep she was laughing at something he had said. Elliot hadn't actually met him personally, but Nick had filled him in one time when the tall, handsome defence attorney had wandered into his Captain's office one day.

Elliot didn't know if Olivia had any romantic history with Trevor Langan but if a stranger were to guess by the way they were interacting now, the answer would be a resounding 'yes'.

Elliot practically growled while he polished off his beer, his attention returning to Tony when he heard him laugh beside him.

"So you and…" Tony trailed off as he realized he didn't actually know the Captain's real name.

"Olivia Benson, Captain," Elliot filled in for him.

"Uhhh right, so you and Olivia, that's actually a real thing, y'all weren't faking that part too?" Tony inquired as the two men stood shoulder to shoulder watching as more men flocked around his girlfriend.

"Wh-what? No. Of course not, she's my bo-"

Tony sighed loudly, and patted him on the shoulder, "Look man I get it, well maybe not the dynamic being my boss, and I her employee, but technically we're not suppose to date the customers. If my boss knew I've been seeing Casey, I'd be canned for sure, so I get it. I know the look of yearning for someone Elliot, and right now it's written all over your face man."

Elliot sighed, and stared at the ground. "What do I do, I don't want to pressure her but I want to disclose?"

"Ahhh, it's not working anymore am I right? It's losing the excitement."

Elliot shook his head, believing the semi hard on that he was rocking was proof that everything was still firing on all cylinders. "No, God no, I want her more than ever, I don't know how to describe-"

"Ohhh, okay, I got you, it's losing the things that added to it in the beginning. The whole sneaking around is one of the best parts right? The risk of getting caught is an added bonus, it excited the two of you. But now you kinda want more. It's not about banging your boss anytime, anywhere. You really want to date her, go out in public for dinner, or hold her hand as you go for a stroll. You want a life with her."

Elliot nodded as Tony listed off some of the things he wished they could do.

"Does she know you feel this way?" Tony pressed him for answers.

Elliot shrugged, "We've kinda glossed over it. She said she would look into it, but even if it's not allowed I'd happily switch to a different department if it meant we could be together, and not have to meet in secret."

"And not have to act like seeing your girlfriend surrounded by a group of older more mature men doesn't bother you," Tony elaborated.

"You're worried they'd be a better fit for her? They can give her things you can't. They're all settled in their careers, can offer her a home to share, give her the kids she's probably always wanted and a pricey ring around that finger."

Elliot looked at Tony, "You sure you're not the undercover cop? You just read me like a book, you'd make a great detective." Elliot grinned as Tony laughed, but his grin faded quickly. "I could do that, in fact I want to."

"Oh I'm sure you do man, but unless you're secretly loaded, you're not buying closet space in Manhattan. At least not yet," Tony explained.

"No kids, I meant I can give her kids, a family," Elliot was getting frustrated. He shouldn't have even been talking about his relationship with his boss but aside from Nick knowing, and he'd never go to him anyways, Elliot had no one to talk to about his girlfriend.

"Yah, in quite a few years, but your girl ain't getting any younger-"

This time Elliot cut Tony off, "No now, I want kids now. I always knew if I had kids, I'd wanna have them young."

Tony's eyebrows flew up his forehead, "For real?"

There was an awkward pause as both men digested what the other had said.

Tony broke the silence, "Damn man! I don't know any twenty somethings that want children. Shit maybe you two are perfect for each other."

Elliot sighed, his grip on the empty beer bottle was turning his knuckles white, he decided there and then that he had to get her attention. He turned his attention back to the male dancer beside him, "Hey it was good to see you again man, if you're dating Casey then I'm sure this won't be the last time we cross paths."

Tony shook Elliot's hand and he watched the young Detective take a few steps before jumping into the pool. When Elliot surfaced he grinned widely, proud that his idea seemed to work, a few people including Olivia's fan club, were all wiping water from themselves. Step one complete, splash these men, and get Olivia's attention.

Elliot pulled himself out of the pool, he was flexing his muscles, putting a show on for anybody watching, which included the young, twenty something, fit, blonde lifeguard that the owner had insisted on hiring for the party.

Elliot gave her a shy smile, apologizing quietly for getting her wet too. He had never spoken a word to this woman in his life but that didn't stop her from responding with an overtly sexual comment, about him getting her wet many times already that afternoon and evening.

"Uhhh," Elliot didn't know how to get himself out of his new predicament, but thankfully he didn't have to as his partner saved him from trouble, "Stabler, man help me with this grill?"

"Ohhh, that's me, um if you'll excuse me," Elliot made a beeline for his towel. He clocked Olivia watching him in his peripheral vision, as he slowed his movements, and used the towel to dry off his toned upper body. He started with both shoulders and arms, a part of his body he knew his girlfriend was rather attracted to. He flexed and stretched, the veins in his arms bulging from his actions. Sneaking a peak to make sure she was still staring, he moved as slowly as he could, pressing the towel against his chest before trailing it down his torso, past the indentations on his stomach. He was proud of his body, he put in the work and it showed.

For his final move, Elliot actually chuckled. He bent over to dry his legs. He knew he had a great ass for a guy, and the position he was in, bent in half, put it proudly on display. He had recently watched Legally Blonde for the first time with his sister, and wondered during the movie if women actually used the 'bend, and snap,' action.

Elliot almost lost his balance laughing at the absurdity, he never thought he'd be using it. His eyes caught his Captain's as he jerked upright. He didn't think he pulled it off quite as well as the actress did, but at least his girlfriend was watching. Happy for the moment from her heated gaze, Elliot made his way to Nick, intent on helping him with the grill, which may be hot, but he needed to cool down.

Despite being in a multimillion dollar penthouse, the guests were more than happy with the hamburgers and hotdogs that they ate for dinner. It didn't take long for people to disperse, some getting together to play poker, others turning up the volume on the Bluetooth speaker and using alcohol as an excuse to let loose and dance the night away.

Elliot had reacquainted himself with the pool. He had just broke the surface of the water, his head popping up a few inches from one of the walls, surprised to see the lifeguard from earlier standing above him.

Elliot backed up a couple feet, treading water, and regarded the blonde with a small smile.

"I'm Roxanne," the blonde declared, as if Elliot had asked, "Didn't get the chance to tell you earlier."

"Oh, Elliot," he waved, bringing his hand out of the water, but still treading water with his legs in an attempt he believed they called the egg beater.

Roxanne grinned widely and opened her mouth to further converse with him, but he didn't hear a word she said from that moment on, behind her Olivia had been watching their little exchange, and was now slowly tugging on the string holding up her sarong.

Elliot gulped as it fell to the floor at her feet, beside the lounger that she had been sunbathing on that afternoon. The woman didn't play fair. He didn't know if it was the atmosphere, the environment, their limited time alone together, or all the porn he had to watch for their latest case, but from the moment he laid eyes on her that afternoon, he had felt that familiar pull. It didn't help that she seemed to be struggling with the same problem, however she needn't have to worry about walking around with a steel pipe in her swim suit all day long.

His eyes followed her and he licked his suddenly dry lips as she descended the stairs in the shallow end of the pool. The water slowly crept up her body, starting at her tanned feet and ankles.

Elliot watched the water lap at her shins, over her knees and up her thick thighs. Thighs that he wished were currently wrapped around his neck. Her golden brown legs seemed to go on forever.

Just as the water reached her core Elliot snapped out of his trance, Roxanne had been calling his name repeatedly, and losing his concentration he bobbed underwater for a moment, choking and coughing when he resurfaced.

He really questioned in that moment if this woman actually was trying to kill him. He could hear her laugh from where he had been treading water halfway down the pool. She had single handedly broken his concentration with her body, even from 30 feet away.

Roxanne was suddenly looking at him with concern, it dawned on Elliot that she must have been thinking that he could use some actual lifesaving as he choked and spluttered. Giving up on treading water and keeping some distance from the blonde lifeguard, Elliot grabbed onto the edge of the pool.

"You okay there Edward?" Roxanne asked as she crouched down to talk to him.

Elliot nodded, not bothering to correct her, "I'm good thanks."

Elliot turned around, scanning the pool as he tried to catch his breath, but he didn't see the person he was looking for. He coughed as he attempted to clear the water from his lungs.

Still holding on to the edge he politely conversed with Roxanne for a few more minutes.

It was starting to get dark out, however the area was very well lit. Many of the guests had migrated inside, and Elliot finally spotted his girlfriend. She too was facing the wall of the pool. Her arms were folded in front of her, her chin resting on top of them. A small group of people, including Casey and Tony, were sitting in a semi circle, a few feet from the pool, talking and laughing with Olivia. There was a small fire pit between them, some guests were already roasting marshmallows.

Elliot said goodbye to Roxanne as smoothly as he could, and swam over to his Captain and ADA. He recognized a few of the dancers from the club, most of the people seemed well on their way to drunk.

Olivia jumped slightly when she felt the ripples of water lapping at her back. From where their friends and colleagues were seated, Olivia knew they could only see her head, and arms.

"Stabler!" a clearly intoxicated Casey shouted as he swam up to them, stopping beside Olivia. Her shoulder was warm, probably from being in the sun all day, as it brushed against his.

"Counsellor," Elliot called back, nodding at the group in front of him. He let his right arm drop into the water, hidden from view, he pressed his hand against the middle of his boss's back, watching as her head slowly turned towards him.

He gave her a small smile, but once again Casey's voice interrupted them.

"You feeling better Liv?" Casey asked their Captain. Before Olivia could respond Elliot spoke up.

"Everything okay?" Elliot rubbed her lower back, he hoped in what was a comforting manner.

"I'm fine guys, just got a bit too much sun," Olivia explained as Elliot felt her lean into his hand, that had come to rest on the upper curve of her ass.

"Found her tossing her cookies a few hours ago," Casey offered up even more information with no prodding.

"I said I was fine Novak," Olivia turned her head towards Elliot once more. "Was just an upset stomach, I feel fine now, pretty sure I'm not the only person that has thrown up here today, however in my case I think it was the heat, not the alcohol," she added.

"Well you'd never know you were sick," Elliot was unsure when the blonde lifeguard Roxanne had joined the party, but she appeared to be hitting it off with one of the dancers from the club. "You do look a little bloated though hunny." Elliot's bushy eyebrows flew up his forehead, it was clear Roxanne was past tipsy, and headed straight for drunk, but that was no excuse in his mind for what she just said about Olivia.

"I think you look damn good Cap," Elliot husked as he turned his head, breathing the words into her ear.

"Elllllllll," Olivia practically moaned his name, "Not here," she whispered under her breath. Elliot jumped as he felt Olivia's hand slowly trace the indentations on his torso. His abs contracted as she lazily ran her fingers up and down his stomach, pausing when they'd brush against the lip of his bathing suit, only to start their journey back up his defined abdomen again.

Elliot looked up to see Casey bickering with the lifeguard. Taking the distraction for granted Elliot lowered his hand further, slipping beneath her bathing suit, her ass filling his palm, he gave her butt a firm squeeze.

"Oh, ahhh," Elliot watched in his peripheral vision as she bit her bottom lip. Her long brunette locks were piled high on her head in a messy bun. She had lots of room to move around, and if she didn't want his hand on her, he had no doubt that she'd have moved away by then.

As the voices in front of the pair in the pool, rose by another degree, Elliot took the chance, and slid his middle finger along her crack from behind, before plunging it into an even warmer source of liquid heat.

Olivia lowered her forehead until it was resting against her arms, clearly ignoring the bickering in front of them.

Elliot pumped first his middle finger, then his middle and index fingers, into her warm wet tunnel from behind, feeling her walls grip his digits on entry, and as he pulled them out. He could tell she was already teetering on the edge, which made him wonder if she had been daydreaming about him too. She was too close to climax from the few minutes he had been beside her, touching her body. He made a mental note to ask her just what had her so worked up that evening.

As he heard her tiny whimper he knew that she wasn't going to hold back, or try to delay her orgasm. She was going to come, and quickly at that.

"Let go," Elliot whispered.

Normally the sounds Olivia made would be his indication that she was about to have an orgasm, but in their current situation he had to settle for her actions instead. He felt her clamp down around his fingers, as her ass clenched against the rest of his hand as she road out her climax.

All Elliot wanted in that moment was to replace his fingers with the bulge in his shorts, and thrust until he couldn't possibly come any more.

As Olivia caught her breath Elliot recognized that this wasn't the time or place to push the envelope any further. They had both just taken a huge risk. Elliot couldn't help recalling what Tony has said earlier about the way the risk of them getting caught, added another dimension to their relationship.

Sliding his hand from her bathing suit, Elliot gave her ass one last squeeze, making sure her bathing suit was situated properly before laying his own forearms on top of the pool deck. He rested his chin on top of them, suddenly deep in thought.

Would their relationship still be as passionate, and all consuming if they lost the element of getting caught? Would things get dull and boring between them? Fizzle out?

Turning his head his eyes were suddenly glued to his girlfriend's face. He knew he was a lucky son of a bitch and as he watched her open her big brown doey eyes, eyes that held a certain sparkle that wasn't present earlier in the day. He couldn't keep his lips from turning into a smile. No, he thought, it would take a lot more to deter his mind, or body from responding to hers.

He had tried, they both had, to keep their distance from each other that day, but once again the pull between them had been too strong.

Elliot couldn't help wondering if maybe, just maybe, things would always be that way between them. Because despite all the other scantily dressed women that day, he still only had eyes for her.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long. It's hard to type with just my index fingers. No voice = no dictating either. Barely rated M but the story needed to move forward. Sorry for the 6 month wait. 180 days in the hospital today (if you're reading on August 18th). Long long longgggg recovery ahead of me. Thank you for your well wishes from my other 2 recently posted stories. Been in isolation for months now. Any kinda contact with the outside world is greatly appreciated.

Happy reading.