Protégé

Chapter 30

A/N: I didn't realize I was writing the 30th chapter of this little 'ole story. I didn't think I'd get to 3 chapters, let alone 30, because I didn't think people would like the role reversal of Olivia being older than Elliot. It seems people just like Zaddy Stabler, big boss Stabler, in charge Stabler. Which I enjoy too from time to time. So I was genuinely surprised that people read and seemed to actually enjoy this story. If you were/are one of those people that have liked this fic, I thank you. And if you are one of the people who have gone the extra mile and left a comment on this fic at any point, I thank you. It's your comments that have 1,000% fuelled this writer. Without further ado, here is chapter 30 of Protégé. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I wished I owned SVU, Olivia's bed frame would be broken if I did, and Cassidy wouldn't exist, instead I just play around with these characters.

Saturday Night, Penthouse Apartment, Upstairs Bathroom, Man-Cave

"You okay?" Olivia inquired as she rubbed her hand up and down Elliot's tense back muscles. He was leaning over the sink, both hands planted on the counter, with his head hanging down, it accentuated his strong back.

Elliot lifted his head. "I got carried away, I'm so sorry Olivia. Guess I really show my immaturity at times…"

Elliot watched Olivia smile at him in the mirror as she massaged his tense shoulders. "I don't think it has anything to do with your age."

Shaking his head in shame Elliot continued with his self destructive words, "I'm sure your older previous boyfriends could keep it in their pants while in your presence, especially in public."

"Haha," Olivia chuckled darkly as she moved her hands, wrapping them around his torso, she grasped his pecs, feeling his small nipples bead beneath her palms. "You think I prefer some old geezer who keeps their hands to themselves? Or someone who wants me so badly that they can't restrain themselves even at the risk of getting caught, or losing their job?"

"Liv," Elliot paused as he glanced down, feeling her soft hands glide down his body, her fingers dipping in and out of his defined abdominal muscles. Her hands moved slowly, not just rubbing but exploring and memory every bump and crevice. He took a deep shaky breath, he could see and feel his muscles quivering as she touched him. Elliot placed his hands over hers, her fingers glanced over his sparse light brown happy trail. He had never been particularly hairy, but since dating he had made sure to keep up with his grooming. He didn't think Olivia was shallow enough to care either way, but he liked being able to feel as much of her skin against his as possible, he didn't want anything in between them. He stopped her exploratory movements as she reached the lip of his swim trunks, she had barely been touching him for more than a minute, but he could feel himself growing hard again. He spun around, moving them until she was the one standing in front of the vanity, stopping once he was standing behind her.

Olivia lifted her arms, reaching behind her, she rubbed his cheek with one hand, and the back of his head with the other. Elliot wrapped his strong arms around her waist. "What do you see when you look at us?" Elliot asked while staring at their reflections in the mirror.

Olivia smiled, "God you recover quickly." Elliot growled as Olivia pressed her bathing suit clad ass against the bulge in his shorts.

"Olivia," Elliot's voice had dropped, his tone rough, he knew she would pick up on his warning, and that he knew she had dodged his question.

Olivia laughed lightly, "We look good together," and Elliot couldn't deny that they did. Despite their age difference, of which he still wasn't exactly sure what it was, they did look good together. He couldn't help noticing how happy his Captain looked, and he didn't think it was just from her recent orgasms. Her skin was bright, her complexion was smooth and silky, he didn't think she had a blemish on her. He wasn't sure if it was her bathing suit or not, but her breasts were straining against the water repellent material. The tops of her breasts were visible above her one piece suit. He was pretty sure if she moved a certain way or actually tried swimming in it, that she would definitely have a wardrobe malfunction.

"Still enjoying the view," Elliot's thoughts were interrupted, he broke his stare, just realizing that he had been staring at her chest.

He looked into her large brown doey eyes, "You're so beautiful, how could I ever keep my eyes off you? I thought, I dunno damnit, after our first time, I thought my desire to be close to you," Elliot pressed his body as close as he could to hers, letting his arousal press snuggly against her ass. "To touch you," Elliot slid his hands up her body. "To arouse you," he cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, squeezing gently he rubbed her nipples through her bathing suit, watching in the mirror as her peaks became visible through the thin material. "Would diminish…" Elliot shook his head, "But I feel, I feel the opposite has happened, I want you more and more every day. And not just for sex, although that'd be reason enough." Elliot moved her hair and kissed the back of her sensitive neck, "Sometimes I just need to be close to you, I find myself wanting to hold you, take away all your worries, and stress. Just being able to see you, or hear your voice, God Benson, you… you complete something inside of me, something I didn't know was missing in my life."

Unable to stop himself he tugged on the halter strap with his teeth, watching with delight as the top fell down, he moved his hands, letting it drop down further and exposing her breasts to his hungry stare. Not wasting a moment he resumed his previous ministrations.

He noted she was breathing deeper, she couldn't hold back a small whimper as she whined, his name falling from her lips.

"Elll," she cried.

"That's it, say my name again Captain!" Elliot whispered against the side of her head, before leaning down and sucking on the top of her shoulder. He was going to leave a mark, but he didn't care in that moment, he would take whatever punishment she would decide on later. The way she said his name in the heat of passion, turned him on like nothing else. To know it was him that got to pleasure this sexy creature was still unfathomable, something he'd probably never be able to wrap his head around.

'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK,' Elliot stepped back at the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Don't make me come in there!" Fin yelled through the door. "Get your asses out here now!"

Olivia sighed heavily and Elliot scrubbed his face with his hands. Grabbing his backpack Elliot passed Olivia her large purse, and went to change by the toilet, which had a separate door that he could close. As much as he wanted to strip his girlfriend out of that bathing suit himself, he knew they couldn't get changed in the same room, in the state he was in, and not touch one another. He wasn't sure but he had a feeling, and a hope that he'd never be able to keep his hands to himself in her presence, he smiled because apparently that wasn't a problem for her.

Olivia and Elliot glanced around at each other, and through the bathroom mirror as they tried to make themselves look presentable, hands smoothing out their hair and clothes.

"Again, I'm sorry we got caught, if I had just listened to you, Fin never would have found out about us," despite getting caught by his senior colleague, Elliot still couldn't bring himself to regret what they had done that day, or any time there had been a risk of being exposed, but he also felt he needed to take responsibility for their slip up that evening.

Olivia turned her attention to him as she tried to fix her hair. Her messy bun had come undone, just like another part of her body had come undone, from her boyfriend's skilled fingers. Olivia bit her lip as she stared at his fingers. Fingers that were thick. Fingers that had brought her to her first climax of the day. They were the perfect size, providing the perfect stretch. She loved the feel of them in her core as he pumped them in and out or rubbed her clit, it never took her long to come just from them alone. Even less time now that Elliot had some experience in that area. They were a part of his body that she had noticed the first day in her office.

Olivia shook her head. What the hell was wrong with her? She just had two orgasms in the past hour, and got caught having sex on a pool table, at a party, surrounded by other cops and people she worked with, by one of her own squad members. As the CO of the unit, the other Detectives worked underneath her, and Fin walked into a room to literally find one of those Detectives physically underneath her.

Yet despite the embarrassment and threats to both of their jobs, she found herself still wanting more. Even getting caught and the knowledge that Fin was waiting for them, hadn't put a damper on her raging libido. Olivia couldn't remember a time, in her sexually active life, that she had ever been this horny all the time.

"Ummm," Olivia muttered, trying to string together a proper sentence, and not pondering if they had time to go again before Fin would get really pissed off. "No-no, it's not your fault I told you, if I had wanted us to stop I would've stopped you."

Olivia watched as Elliot sighed loudly, clearly still blaming himself. "Look, I don't expect them to, but just in case, you have to tell Fin the same story we told Nick. This was just a one-time thing, we've been drinking, flirting all day…" Olivia waved her hand, signalling for Elliot to carry on.

"Yeah, you're right," Elliot had thrown his wet suit into his backpack. He was wearing beige cargo shorts, and a navy blue henley that was snug, fitting his torso perfectly, it showcased the hard work that he had put in, in the gym, before he got involved with his boss.

Elliot stepped up to Olivia from behind, eyeing her in the mirror he leaned in, inhaling her natural scent, he kissed the back of her head. "See you out there," grabbing his backpack Elliot went back into the main room, closing the bathroom door behind him. He was surprised to see Fin standing by the pool table, arms folded over his chest.

Elliot dropped his bag on the floor, "Look man," Elliot started as he held up his hands in front of him in a placating manner. "I'm not gonna make a bunch of excuses, truth is Olivia and I got carried away. We've been drinking all day. Not gonna lie, seeing her the way she looked today, damn can you really blame me?"

Fin shook his head as he got closer to Elliot, "Bullshit, you never should've gone there. She's your fucking boss!"

"True, true," Elliot agreed, "But you gotta admit, she didn't look like my boss today."

Elliot hated the words leaving his mouth but he knew he had to objectify her, belittle their actions, if he was going to convince Fin that this was just a little slip up.

"I mean… did you see her body in that bathing suit, shit, I couldn't help myself! Her body is bangin' in all the right places, fuck!" Elliot proclaimed, as he imitated squeezing a woman's breasts. "I do regret it though… if I had the chance to redo what happened in this room, I'd be sure to do it on the couch, the pool table wasn't very comfortable for either of us I think," Elliot laughed and snapped his fingers. "Oh and I'd lock the door."

"Besides man, it's really none of your business, but if you must know, it meant nothing to me, it was just a drunken hook-"

Elliot never got the chance to finish his sentence as Fin's fist connected with his face. He barely had time to comprehend what had happened before he was flat on his ass, his jaw throbbing.

"Mother fuhhhh!" Elliot exclaimed while picking himself up off the floor.

"What the hell Fin?!" Elliot shouted, wiping a drop of blood from his bottom lip.

Elliot had barely made it to his feet before he felt a white hot pain across his cheek, below his eye.

"Olivia isn't some plaything you got that, you asshole!" Fin yelled, standing tall over the younger Detective at his feet. He reached down, intending on grabbing him by his shirt and yanking him to his feet.

This time Elliot was prepared when Fin moved to grab him. Elliot tackled him around his middle, pushing him down to the carpeted floor.

"Screw you," Elliot mumbled as they wrestled on the ground, each trying to gain the upper hand on the other.

This was the scene Olivia came upon as she opened the bathroom door, after cleaning up, and making herself look and feel refreshed.

"Oh my God! Fin! Elliot what the hell are you two doing?!" Olivia grabbed Elliot by the back of his shirt, tugging and pulling until the two men finally separated.

Olivia grasped his neck, his skin was beet red, but not from the sun, from the exertion and effort it took him to fight with Fin.

"Hey, look at me, look at me!" Liv cried, leaning her forehead against Elliot's, as he tried to escape her hold. He was panting heavily, as Olivia noticed his already bruising eye, and bleeding lip.

Elliot rested his hands by her waist, moving his forehead until it connected with her shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay," Olivia whispered in his ear as she stroked the back of his head, and repeated the soothing words over and over again.

Standing behind the duo Fin felt weird, like he was intruding upon an intimate moment.

"What the hells going on?" Fin questioned behind her. "He just insinuated you were nothin' but a piece of ass."

Grasping both sides of his face, Olivia lifted Elliot's head. "Go call us a cab?" she muttered in the space between them. "I'll meet you in the lobby, in 10 minutes."

Olivia watched Elliot nod, his slanted gaze never left Fin. "Are you sure?"

"He won't touch me El," Olivia knew without asking that Elliot was worried Fin might get angry with her too.

Fin squinted his eyes as he watched the pair separate, Elliot grabbed his bag, and left them alone in the room, closing the door much more heavily than was necessary.

"Start talking!" Fin pointed his finger at Olivia.

Olivia sighed heavily, she clasped her hands together in front of her face. "Fin you're like the brother I never had growing up, thank you for defending my honour but it was completely unnecessary."

"I'm like a brother to you?" Fin asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Olivia nodded, "You know you are."

"Then show me some damn respect and tell me the truth," he wasn't budging, with his questions or his physical stance.

"The truth could get us both fired."

"Naw don't do that. This isn't Captain Benson, I'm talking to my friend Olivia at the moment," he explained.

Fin watched as Olivia contemplated his statement. "Fine, truthfully we've been seeing each other for a few months. It started with a physical attraction, almost from the moment he started at SVU-"

"So you didn't hire your boy toy?" Fin grunted.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "I'd like to think you know I would never do something like that."

"Yeah okay whatever, that was a low blow. Then again, you seem to be doing a lot of things, that I'd never thought you would do either," Fin shrugged but widened his feet, his shoulders dropped as he began to relax, hearing Olivia's explanation. Part of him wondered if he should bring up what he had witnessed earlier outside in the pool, but he decided that he had accidentally embarrassed her enough that day.

Olivia started to pace around the spacious room, "Thank you, as I was saying, it started as a physical attraction, but the more time we spent together, I don't know Fin, it just happened." Olivia threw up her arms in frustration. "He grew on me. I found myself wanting to spend every free minute of my time with him."

Olivia wrung her hands together as she continued walking around, "And not just for um, uh our physical encounters." Despite working for the sex crime unit, Olivia had a hard time talking about her personal experiences, with a man who was like a brother to her.

"I just wanted to talk to him more and more, I wanted to get to know him better, I found myself hearing something funny and he was the first person I wanted to tell. If we had a bad day, I wanted to be in his presence, he seemed to always make things better for me, without even trying."

"So what? You guys started dating for real?" Fin inquired, leaning on the arm of the couch.

"Yes, we did, we kept it to ourselves, only went out on actual dates outside of Manhattan, and-"

"And all along risked somebody finding out, and losing the position, and the job that you have worked your entire life for," Fin concluded.

Taking a deep breath, and trying not to snap at her Detective, she continued to try to make him understand. "Fin, I don't know if you've noticed but aside from a nasty flu which I'll never forgive Nick for giving me, I'm happy, actually elated. When if ever in my life have you seen or heard me say that before? You haven't."

Fin grumbled something under his breath, "Yeah okay fine, he makes you happy, I even told Nick I thought you were seeing someone, that you've been different for months, I just never expected it was junior putting that pep in your step."

Olivia paused, coming to a halt in front of Fin, " Speaking of… Nick somewhat knows about us."

Fin quirked an eyebrow, "How do you kinda know about a couple?"

"He made the mistake of using his key one morning. He was coming over for brunch, didn't knock, walked in on us. We managed to convince him that it was a one night stand though," Olivia explained.

"Ah, I guess that's why he wanted to follow Stabler and that blonde that day-hey wait hold up, who was that hottie?" Fin asked as he hopped up from the couch.

Olivia chuckled, "His realtor, who I understand would have more of an interest in me than in Elliot, or you for that matter."

Fin couldn't help laughing, he rubbed the back of his head. Together they both started laughing, harder and harder until they were clinging to furniture in the room, trying not to fall over, as they found their situation comical. After a couple minutes, they both leaned against the pool table, shoulder to shoulder, trying to catch their breath.

"So, you and Stabler?"

Olivia nodded and leaned her head against Fin's sturdy shoulder. "Yes," she whispered.

"And you're sure he makes you happy?"

Olivia held out her hand, her pinky finger extended. "Pinky promise."

Fin looked to the ceiling, just like the walls, it was covered by clear glass, allowing anybody on the second floor of the penthouse a spectacular view of the stars on a cloudless night. Fin hooked his pinky with Olivia's. "My lips are sealed but I reserve the right to kick his ass if he ever hurts you."

"I can agree with that stipulation in our deal Detective," Olivia hugged Fin around his shoulders, something the two of them rarely did.

"Alright, alright, 'nough of that, you need to get going, kids have no patience," Fin joked as he stood up straight. Olivia frowned, knowing that Fin would now be teasing her constantly. "Ughh ewww," Fin grimaced not realizing he had been against the pool table, the pool table that he had just caught his Captain and coworker having sex on.

Olivia laughed as she saw him looking at the table. "Yes you might want to stay clear of this pool table too."

Fin nodded, "How bout we both bounce?" Olivia moved to grab her purse. "Wait what did you mean when you said too? Wha-Olivia Benson where else have you two got your freak on?"

Olivia grinned widely, "You sure you want to know Tutuola?"

Fin frowned and grunted, turning he walked over to the closed door.

Making sure she had everything, Olivia joined Fin at the door before heading down to say goodbye to Casey, and hopefully meet up with her boyfriend in the lobby.

Olivia knew she probably had more explaining to do, but after the punches Elliot took, because of her suggestion no less, she didn't want to keep him waiting.

Waving at the remaining guests Olivia hopped in the elevator, ready to resume her night with Elliot.

A/N: Hopefully this chapter is a pick me up for somebody out there. Life is rough for everybody right now. Just wanted to say, I update my stories as often as I physically can, but I'm not going to post a chapter just so that you're not waiting long. I don't have much to be proud of physically. Just hit 200 days in the hospital. My writing and stories are all I have creatively at the moment, it may not seem like much to most people, but as someone who's been bedridden for more than half the year, I'm learning just to stand again. Your patience is appreciated. And when I am feeling very blue, your comments really do pick me up. Love reading your thoughts on this little gem!

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