Protégé Chapter 29
A/N: Please heed the rating and tags, if an employee/boss relationship triggers you, then this is NOT the story for you. See author notes at the end of this chapter. No Beta for this chapter. I repeat NO BETA. I'm pretty sure they're mistakes, and I'm pretty sure they're all mine. Oh and super proud this story passed the 100k word count in chapter 28. Sorry for the long delay between 27 and 28, I had to go back too to remember what has happened in this story…and I wrote it.
Disclaimer: I don't own SVU, just borrowing the characters for a hot minute.
Saturday Evening, Penthouse Apartment, Manhattan
He was an idiot. How had he never seen it before? Did they think he was stupid? No, he knew his boss had more respect for him than that. 'Then why didn't she tell you?' a tiny voice in the back of his mind asked him. Staring across the large penthouse balcony, Fin watched with narrowed eyes as Olivia walked up the steps of the pool, towards a line of lounge chairs. She wasn't alone though, her young Detective was trailing behind her, like a little puppy following his master. Elliot quickly wrapped a large beach towel around her shoulders, keeping their contact minimal, as he must have known they were completely out in the open.
Fin knew to the average person watching their interaction and gestures could appear friendly and cordial. But he had seen them in the pool together 10 minutes earlier. He had also seen Elliot conversing with Tony earlier in the day, but his eyes had been locked on their Captain.
Fin couldn't help noticing, even prior to Casey's party, that his friend who he thought of as a sister, had been happier lately. Even with some lingering flu symptoms, she seemed to smile more, joke with her colleagues, and even hung out with everyone more than she use to. He knew Olivia was very professional. SVU ran in her veins. But in the last couple months, she appeared to let loose, and that evening he finally understood why.
Fin scrubbed his hands over his face. He had so many questions. If Stabler and Olivia were together, then who the hell was that blonde that he and Nick saw him with? Was he two timing his friend? When did they start? Did she hire him because he was her boyfriend?
Fin's thoughts were broken when Munch slapped him on his back. "You okay there? Sun get to you too today?" Munch asked him, peering over his dark specs at him.
"Uhhh naw man, I'm good," Fin declared, scanning the balcony, he had lost track of the pair who had taken his attention that Saturday. "I'm gonna…" Fin pointed towards the apartment, and gestured taking a drink.
"Stay cool my friend," Munch called as Fin walked inside the penthouse. A lot of the guests had left, only a handful of Casey's closest friends still lingered, most of them were congregated around the outdoor fire pit.
Missing from that group though were Olivia and Elliot. He didn't think they had actually left yet because Olivia's stuff was still by the lounge chairs. The entire two storey penthouse was surrounded by glass, offering a view from every room. Also offering anyone outside on the balcony a view into the penthouse. There was definitely no privacy, which should make it that much easier for him to find the couple.
Starting on the main floor, Fin looked around, it was mainly an open concept, aside from a few closets, there wasn't anywhere for the pair to hide. There was a kitchen, a formal dining area, a family room with the largest tv he had ever seen, and a bathroom. Deciding he wasn't going to find them down there he turned his attention to the marble staircase.
Meanwhile…
"Elliot no, I have to get changed, get out of this bathing suit, and anyone could see us," Olivia moaned as her young Detective kissed his way down her neck. She gasped as he clamped his mouth over the strong tendon stretching from her neck to her shoulder.
Olivia was holding one of her large purses, trying in vein, to change out of her wet swimsuit, back into her regular clothes. Her boyfriend was suppose to be doing the same, however not together. Casey had told them there were empty rooms upstairs if the downstairs bathroom was occupied, that they could use to get out of their wet suits.
Elliot released her skin from his mouth, "You need to get out of your bathing suit? What a coincidence so do I!"
"Elliot!" Olivia chuckled as he gently pushed her through the doorway of what she initially had thought was a bedroom. It turned out to be a game room, or probably a man-cave, he had the widest grin adorning his smooth face. Sometimes she missed the scruff he had, the day they met. She wondered what that would feel like, rubbing against her cheeks, or her inner thighs.
Olivia knew they both needed a cold shower. She didn't blame Elliot, but they had taken a risk that evening in the pool. Yes it was dark out, but the balcony was well lit. Anyone could have seen them, they couldn't risk getting caught now, when she felt like they were very close to disclosing.
Not wasting a moment Elliot took charge, and kicked the door closed with his foot. Olivia gulped as he grabbed her, wrapping both hands around the sides of her head. He pulled her into a fiercely passionate kiss. Opening her mouth with his, their tongues immediately duelled for control.
"Mmmm, El," Olivia gasped around his tongue, loving the way he sucked on her bottom lip, slowly releasing it from between his lips and teeth.
"Ca-can't do this here, we took enough of a risk in the pool," Olivia purred as Elliot repositioned her head, pulling on her messy bun, and exposing more of her neck.
Elliot shook his head as he licked a pathway from her strong jaw down to her clavicle, blowing on the wet trail, he loved how her body shivered in response.
"Need you," he mumbled. "Can't wait," Elliot husked against her collarbone, as he tried to tug on the towel wrapped around her body.
Olivia sighed, she felt bad for teasing him all afternoon, and getting off by his thick fingers in the pool had left her satisfied, but had left him on edge.
Olivia looked around the room, glancing out of the glass walls, she couldn't see anybody on the balcony directing below them. The room itself featured a small theatre area, projector mounted on the ceiling, a pool table, dart boards, pinball machines, ping pong table, poker table and more, basically everything a single bachelor would want in a game room.
Olivia needed to distract her younger subordinate, try to get their minds out of the gutter, "Let's play for a bit," she nodded towards the pool table, hoping the game would calm them both down physically. "If I win, we get changed and get the hell out of here."
Elliot huffed, "Fine but when I win-"
"What do you want?" Olivia whispered in the space between them, lightly nipping at his red swollen lips.
"You." The answer for him was simple. He wanted her so badly in that moment. Tony was right, getting caught, definitely added to the appeal, but there was far more to their attraction and relationship than such a frivolous action.
Practically prying herself out of his grip, Olivia proceeded to set up the pool table for them, even taking the first shot and sinking a striped ball.
Elliot knew she was trying to distract him, but he also knew that she had just as much trouble trying to keep her hands to herself, as he did. Before taking his first shot, he grabbed ahold of the towel around his waist and pulled hard, kicking it away as it fell at his feet. Keeping his eyes on her he watched as she gulped. He knew through the thin layer of his swim trunks that she would be able to see everything. He was as hard as a steal pipe, there was no hiding his erection in the shorts he had on.
"My turn?" Elliot asked innocently.
Not taking her eyes off of the thick member in his shorts Olivia nodded and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. "Your move, although I think you just took it," she muttered.
Elliot laughed as he bent over and sank a couple balls before missing.
Always the competitor, Olivia too dropped her towel, leaving her in her black one piece. It had a halter style top, and featured cut outs on both sides leaving her ribs mostly exposed. A small strip ran the length of her abdomen, down her middle, before fanning out at her hips and core. Her back was mainly uncovered until the material at her mound wrapped around her ass too.
Trying to stay focused on the game and not on the man standing beside her, flexing his muscles, she was happy to hit 2 more balls into the pockets before missing again.
Elliot chuckled when she scowled at him. As far as he was concerned they were just continuing the teasing foreplay that they had been partaking in earlier that day.
"How wet are you?" Elliot hummed in her ear as he moved past her. "And I'm not talking from the pool."
Olivia almost stumbled as she got out of his way while he lined up his next shot. She rolled her eyes as he bent over right in front of her. God he had a great ass though, she thought as she stared at it.
Taking advantage of his position in front of her, she used her pool stick and ran it down the centre of his ass.
It had the desired affect as he sent the white ball flying off the table.
"Not fair! I definitely would've scored if you hadn't done that!" Elliot exclaimed as he put his stick down and went to fetch the white ball that had rolled under a couch in the theatre area. Olivia watched as he crouched down on his hands and knees, his hard ass once again on display. She clasped her lips together, as she crossed her legs, squeezing both as she saw his strong back muscles ripple and flex as he reached under the sofa for the missing white ball.
Olivia could feel her arousal coating her lips and inner thighs. Taking one last glance outside she threw caution to the wind, and got into position.
Elliot felt his hand wrap around the cool ball as he pulled it out from under the sofa. He had to admit his Captain's plan to distract him from his arousal might have worked. It didn't matter what it was, they were both too competitive.
"I'm redoing that shot, can't believe the lengths you'll go to just to win," Elliot tossed the ball in the air as he stood up, walking back towards his boss.
"Oh I definitely think you'll score Stabler," Olivia watched as Elliot finally looked towards her again. The white ball he had casually tossed in the air, fell to the floor with a thud. Elliot was frozen, arm still outstretched to catch the pool ball, his foot half raised in a walking motion.
Elliot's jaw had dropped open as well. Olivia couldn't help the small snicker that escaped her lips at his reaction. She was sitting on one of the pockets on the pool table. Legs splayed on the smooth green felt, wide open, leaning on her hands, on the wooden border of the pool table, on either sides of her hips.
"Scoring is definitely in your immediate future," Olivia purred.
"I-I-uhhh," Elliot mumbled incoherently.
Olivia quirked an eyebrow at his response, despite the fact that they had been together for months, she loved how his body and mind still reacted to her. She smoothed a hand down her abdomen coming to a stop at the top of her bathing suit bottoms. Just as she started to pull on one side Elliot sprang into action. He walked around the table to her, and turned her around.
Olivia audibly gasped as he repositioned her. Sitting atop a corner pocket he dangled each of her legs on either side of the leather hole. Olivia grabbed on to his sturdy shoulders as he pulled on the tie of his bathing suit. Moving hastily he shoved them down, just beneath his ass, low enough for his cock to spring free.
"Oh fuck," Olivia practically whimpered at the sight of his dick. He was red, heading to purple, and she could see his precum gathered at his bulbous head.
Elliot pulled her bathing suit to the side, exposing her swollen wet folds that glistened in the air conditioned penthouse.
Elliot opened his mouth but Olivia cut him off, knowing what he was going to ask. "In me, in me now Stabler!"
Despite Elliot getting them into position, it was Olivia who was once again calling the shots. Even if he left SVU, she would still be his boss in their personal lives.
Elliot lined himself up with her entrance, after swiping the head of his cock through her bottom lips, rubbing her swollen clit with his tip. Olivia wrapped a leg around his hip, nudging his ass with the heel of her foot.
Getting the message Elliot thrust his hips forward, plunging his hard on past her tight entrance, moaning as her warm, wet walls enveloped his steal rod.
Together they groaned, both stilling for a moment, before Elliot dragged his hips back, snapping them forward, giving her all he had. He knew he wasn't going to last, call it his inexperience, or just the way his body reacted to this woman, but he needed her to fall off the cliff soon, or else he would definitely be embarrassing himself.
Olivia could feel his cock pulsing within her. She had never had a lover like him. Her breasts were jiggling as he continued to thrust against her, reaching a place only he had ever touched. Reaching up she pulled on the halter strings holding her bathing suit up. She heard Elliot grunt as her breasts came into view. She didn't have a moment to breathe before she felt Elliot's mouth latch onto her nipple.
"Oh, ahhh," Olivia cried as Elliot sucked on her distended nub, his warm tongue tracing circles around her nipple, after he flicked it repeatedly with his tongue.
Olivia squeezed her thighs together, trying to minimize the overwhelming pleasure. Elliot shook his head, and never releasing her pointed tip, he placed both hands on her inner thighs, and pried her legs apart, holding them on either sides of the corner of the pool table.
The position left her splayed open, as wide as she could go. If that weren't enough, her body began to shake uncontrollably as he rubbed his middle finger against her clit.
"Oh, oh, fucking shit, yes, yes, yes, harder Elliot!" Olivia's whole body shook as she clamped down on his dick.
Elliot finally released her nipple, choosing to kiss her instead. She was getting too loud, and he had a feeling they were both going to be screaming each other's names as her walls squeezed his shaft. He gave up, the pleasure was too great as he unloaded in her. Her snug tunnel had covered him in a light layer of her juices. He couldn't help but notice the shine on his cock as he pulled back slightly.
Embarrassed he hadn't lasted longer, he continued to pump his hips and rub her clit, pleased when he felt her orgasm, a fresh wave of her fluids coated him in a warm wet heaven. Her head dropped back as she let out a silent scream, her chest raising and falling quickly, Elliot thought she looked so sexy when she climaxed, it was a scene he would play in his mind over and over again. Head tipped back, hair a mess, perky breasts rising and falling, as she tried to breathe through her climax, nipples hard from her arousal, and shining from his mouth. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O,' but thankfully no sound came out this time. Her eyes had been squeezed shut earlier, but Elliot had noticed that when her climax hit, her beautiful mahogany eyes, were wide open. 'Yes, this was Olivia's orgasm face,' he thought, and he considered himself the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet that he got to be the one to see it.
"Awww, hell no!"
Elliot and Olivia jumped as they heard Fin's exclamation. Elliot groaned as Olivia twisted her body, trying to put some distance between them, as if she could talk her way out of the situation they found themselves in, forgetting that he was still inside her.
"Liv, stop moving!" Elliot grumbled, as he felt her walls squeeze his dick, he dropped his head against her exposed chest, her bathing suit pooled around her hips.
Olivia smoothed her hand over his head, "Gonna need a minute here Fin."
Olivia watched as Fin muttered something under his breath, as he turned and slammed the door closed behind him. "You got 5 minutes!"
Elliot groaned, he couldn't believe Fin had just walked in on them. Just as he opened his mouth to apologize, he felt Olivia shaking in his arms. He assumed she was crying, so he was pleasantly surprised when he raised his head to find her laughing, her bare shoulders shaking from her chuckles. Unsure of what he should do or say in the moment, Elliot decided to keep quiet for once, and not make any assumptions about how his girlfriend might have been feeling.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Olivia wheezed as she held Elliot by his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs just under his piercing blue eyes. Eyes that were still sparkling and dilated from their mutual orgasms.
"I'm sorry El, this isn't funny, I'm just happy that if we were going to get caught by someone, that it was Fin, that's all. I mean," Olivia actually stopped talking and wiped away a tear that had escaped her own eye. "Did you see his face when he saw us?"
Elliot smiled, relieved his boss wasn't upset. "No I didn't, I was more focused on you and getting you to stop squirming on my…" Elliot thrust his hips against her.
"Fuck," "Shit," they both groaned as their sensitive bodies slid together. Slowly Elliot backed up, pulling himself from her warm tunnel. Again they moaned as they surveyed their mixed juices on their bodies.
There was a bathroom connected to the man-cave which they used to clean up and change clothes as quickly as possible. Olivia knew Fin was many things but patient was not one of them. She had no doubt that he would be bursting through that door again in the exact amount of time he gave them. Olivia trusted Fin, he was like an older brother to her. She was usually very thankful for their close relationship, but she didn't know how he would react to what he walked in on. Would he be the normal chill man she knew him to be or would be go the route of protective older brother?
Only time would tell.
A/N: THE FOLLOWING MAY INCLUDE SPOILERS FOR THE UPCOMING SEASON, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
A/N 2: I just read that Kelli is leaving the show. That's sad to me. But worse is people once again jumping to conclusions on social media especially twitter. This is 1 of the reasons why I don't use it more often. For a fandom that you would think would be more compassionate and empathetic than most, I have sadly found some people on Twitter to be the exact opposite.
A/N 3: 6 months is a long time. It's especially a long time when I've spent 4/6 in isolation in the hospital. Here that means, no visitors, and staff can only be in my room for a total of 20 minutes a day. Altogether. Meaning they have to split 20 minutes between doctors, nurses, house keeping, personal support workers and physiotherapists. 4 months being in isolation can really take a toll on a person (even with these extra measures I have still managed to contract covid twice, including right now August 2022). I say all this really just so I can thank my amazing readers. Most of you probably don't know or realize that a few kinds words or reviews, really can make such an impact on another person's life, even if they're 5,000 kms away. Thank you to anyone who took a minute out of your life to leave me a review. Any one can imagine how lonely or dark this situation is and getting msgs, reviews, DMs, even from complete strangers, can really turn a shitty day upside down.
On a slightly different note, I post this and other updates with as much transparency as I can. 18 months ago I had someone on that blue bird app, DM me, accusing me of faking my health problems. If that person and their friends hadn't been so quick to judge, and participate in this hateful cancel culture, they would've realized or at least allowed me to explain that it wasn't even me posting at the time, it was my autistic fiancé, who at that point had never even had social media before in his entire life (he's also basically given it up too bc he's so scared of posting the wrong thing again). People had asked him for more details concerning me at the time and he didn't realize he needed to state if he was using pictures that weren't his/of my injuries or wounds etc. However even with that blunder, I couldn't understand why it would bother another person so much. The only reason someone would lie about being sick would be for money and/or attention especially from the cast and crew of a tv show. Tony never tagged anyone in any posts/updates about my health so I repeated to this person why on earth would I or anybody lie about something like that, it's not as if we had a GoFundMe or were asking for money or even trying to get noticed by that cast. Tony and I were literally gaining nothing from lying. Anyways this is another reason I don't use the bird app as much as I use to. This fandom compared to others can be extremely toxic and judgemental. People need to check their own glass houses before pitching stones at others. It keeps happening too. Not just to other users but to the actual cast/crew of the shows. Gillies and now Kelli. People need to take a beat, before launching their hateful words and opinions at others.
As good as kind words can make a person feel, the same can be said about negative words, and the impact they can have on an individual as well, so choose them wisely.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk, and if you actually made it through this chapter, major props.
