Protégé

Chapter 32

Disclaimer: I don't own SVU or any other show.

A/N: I swear I tried to make this short. My bad. Hope it provides a distraction from all the negativity in the world. I'll be honest, I've done this for my fiancé (9 yrs ago, when I was healthy), but don't do it in the winter, and make sure what you're wearing is long enough that when you sit down your ass is still covered. Rated M, perhaps don't read at work, and totally not suitable for any kids. Beta'd by my fiancé unfiltered6ix but any mistakes are still mine. Prayers for everybody getting hit by Fiona.

A/N 2: I may have changed some of the character's back stories and plot points on the show to fit my plot, any discrepancies from canon are on purpose. Please remember this is taking place in 2013, technology was different then. Hope you enjoy. I also don't know how pregnancies are handled in the USA military, so I made it up.

TW: Not sure this needs a trigger warning, but I'd rather be safe, this chapter contains sex between 2 angry characters. It's definitely OOC compared to the show, but so is this whole story. However if angry sex or sex between a boss and their employee bother you, I highly suggest you stop reading this chapter halfway through.

Mercy Hospital, Thursday Afternoon

Nick and Elliot walked out of their victim's room, they had been at the hospital since the early morning hours, interviewing and trying to get as much information at they could.

"Nick!" The pair of detectives turned towards the woman calling Nick's name.

"Cap, what are you doing here?" Nick furrowed his brows.

"I've been trying to get ahold of both of you!" Olivia complained, relieved to finally track down her Detective.

"You know how shitty service is in this section of the hospital," Nick replied, neither he nor his partner had purposely ignored her calls.

The squad had been absolutely swamped that week.

Olivia rolled her eyes and grabbed Amaro's arm, "Come with me!"

Nick glanced back at Elliot, throwing him a confused look as Olivia dragged him to another room in the emergency department. Olivia paused, "Don't freak out, she's fine, she fell off the monkey bars at school, she has a hairline fracture in her wrist. I've been with her the entire time, she got a pink cast, but Zara is fine-"

Nick didn't wait to hear another word as he pushed open the door, "Zara baby!"

"She okay?" Elliot asked Olivia as they too pushed open the emergency room door.

"Yes, she'll be fine, they'll take it off in 4 to 6 weeks, take a couple more xrays to make sure it healed properly and little miss Zara here will be good as new!" Olivia directed her statement towards the bubbly child who was sitting up on the stretcher. The tears she had cried earlier had dried as she waited for Olivia to locate her father. Her mother was overseas, but tried to call once a month.

"See I'm allllllll good Daddy. The doctor said I'll be good as new, as long as I ate lots of ice cream, isn't that right Auntie Livia?" Zara held tightly to Olivia's hand.

"Well of course, ice cream has calcium which we need to build strong bones! Clearly your Daddy needs to feed you more! What's your favourite flavour?" Olivia smoothed her hand through the young girl's dark brown hair.

"Cookie dough! Cookie dough! I love chocolate chip cookie dough," Zara squealed happily. "And, and Daddy the nurse says I was really really brave and brave girls like me deserves a treat," Zara explained excitedly.

"Awe well how can I argue with that logic," Nick turned his attention to Olivia.

"Thank you so much for-"

"Nick come on," Olivia cut him off. She rubbed his shoulder through his suit jacket, and squeezed the hand Zara had taken hold of, not letting go.

"There's no place I'd rather be, and Zara has been a brave little warrior!" Olivia lightly tickled Zara's side, smiling as the girl wiggled on the stretcher, giggling happily.

"Auntie Livia!" Zara squealed.

Olivia stopped when they heard a knock at the door. A doctor entered the crowded exam room. "What's all the racket about?" a friendly grey haired woman in a white coat asked.

"Ah doctor Miller, this is Detective Nick Amaro, Zara's father," Olivia explained to the woman whom she had met earlier.

Doctor Miller held out her hand, "Nice to meet you, Zara is good to go home, I just have some forms for you to sign, and a few things to go over and watch out for."

"Nick we're going to head out, call me if either of you need anything, but take the day off," Olivia moved to get out of the way.

"Nooo, Auntie Livia please don't leave," Zara threw her little body against Olivia's, clinging to her torso, she started to cry.

Nick knew how much Zara loved Olivia. With Maria her mother and Nick's ex-wife overseas for most of her life, Zara had bonded with Olivia, who was the only constant female presence in her young life. Olivia and he had been partners when he met Maria. They didn't date for long before they got married, deciding to marry before she left on another tour. She found herself to be pregnant 2 months into her assignment. The military allowed her to return home, and work up until her due date.

Maria only stayed in the USA for 2 months after Zara's birth, before resuming her job overseas. Olivia had been a rock for Nick, as his partner she covered for him whenever she could. As a baby she clung to Olivia, and they had a special bond from the moment she was born. Whenever Zara got sick, the only person she wanted was Olivia. Nick couldn't think of another woman that he would rather have in his daughter's life, he knew Zara looked up to her, and she was the perfect role model in his opinion.

"Zara baby," Olivia cradled the girl's head against her shoulder. "Your Daddy is here now and he's going to take you home, I promise we'll have a girl's day as soon as you're feeling a bit better okay?"

Zara raised her head, "Can we have a sleep over?"

"Of course baby," Olivia agreed without hesitation, stroking her hair in a soothing manner.

"And can can we paint our fingers and and toes like last time?" Zara stared up at her, blinking away the moisture from her big brown eyes.

"It wouldn't be a sleepover without mani pedi's!" Olivia exclaimed, clutching her chest in mock shock.

"And and ice cream? A sleepover needs ice cream," Zara declared.

"Zara sweetheart-" Nick began, slightly embarrassed. Yes Olivia was one of his best friends, but she was also his boss, and he didn't want to ask too much of her, or put her out.

"Who are you?" Zara suddenly turned her attention to the other adult who had entered the room with her Dad and Aunt.

"Oh uh hi, my names Elliot, I work with your Dad-" Elliot replied, a bit taken aback by the young child's tone.

"Nuh-uh, Auntie Livia works with my Daddy," Zara clung harder to the only other female in the room, obviously still afraid she was going to leave.

"Zara sweetie remember when I told you Auntie Livia was going to be my boss and we had her over for lunch to celebrate?" Nick smoothed his hand through her long auburn locks, slowly taking over from where Olivia had been before.

"Mmhm, we made tomato soup, and grilled cheese!" Zara nodded happily.

"So now Elliot and I work together, the way Olivia and I use to," Nick was trying to keep things as simple as possible for his young daughter.

"Hmmm," Zara muttered, seeming to not like the idea of Elliot being her Dad's new partner, instead of Olivia. "We also made cupcakes for dessert," Zara yawned widely, the events of the day were already catching up to her.

Olivia smiled, "It was a great meal honey, what do you say you lay down here until your Daddy is ready to go, and I promise you we will have a girl's night soon?"

"Pinky promise?" Zara asked, holding out her pinky finger on her hand that wasn't in a cast.

"Pinky promise," Olivia grasped her pinky.

After laying the young girl down on the stretcher, Olivia headed towards the door, both men a foot behind her. The three adults converged just inside the room.

"Thank you for being here for her-" Nick began but Olivia shook her head.

"Nonsense, take the rest of the day, let me know if you want to take tomorrow too," Olivia glanced around the room, her gaze ending on the small child, already fast asleep on the bed.

"Yeah, I'll talk to my Mom, you sure you're good for today, I could maybe drop her off at my Mom's and head back to the-"

"No your daughter needs you, I'll let you know how things go, Stabler can catch me up on the case," Olivia opened the door as quietly as she could.

Elliot clapped Nick on his shoulder, "Let me know if you need anything man."

"Thanks Stabler, just watch her back, not her backside for a change," Nick joked lightly.

Elliot rolled his eyes and punched Nick on his shoulder, much harder than the previous time.

"You never told me how you got those bruises partner," Nick was curious about his purple eye and cheek, not to mention his obviously visible swollen lip.

Elliot laughed, "Long story, but-"

"You don't wanna keep the missus waiting," Nick teased.

"Leaving now," Elliot closed the door quietly behind him, not seeing Olivia he made his way to the cruiser.

Unsurprisingly he saw Olivia on her blackberry through the windshield. He opened the door, plopping down in the passenger seat.

"Can I drive?" Elliot asked as Olivia continued to read something on her phone.

"No," Olivia replied distractedly.

"Why not? Nick let's me drive all the time," despite arguing about who was going to drive, Elliot buckled his seatbelt.

"Because I'm a Captain, it would look weird for a Captain to be chauffeured around by a rookie Detective," Olivia explained calmly as she finished sending an email, putting her phone in an empty cup holder.

Elliot couldn't really argue, the optics would look weird, "Fine, I didn't realize how close you and Nick were, you're practically a mother-figure to Zara. I've only seen you around victims, but you uh you were really great with her."

Olivia grinned widely, and turned the car on, heading back to the 16th precinct, "So catch me up."

Elliot spent the next 10 minutes in traffic, catching Olivia up on their newest case. When they had exhausted that subject, Elliot quickly changed topics.

"What are you wearing?" he asked in a low voice, as if he was scared someone would hear him.

Unfortunately Olivia had just taken a sip of her water bottle, promptly sputtering, choking on the clear fluid. "Excuse me?!"

Olivia could hardly believe Elliot was asking such a personal question during a professional moment.

Elliot raised one of his bushy eyebrows. "On Saturday? To the gala. What are you wearing?"

"Ohhh, you mean on my date with Tucker?" Olivia chuckled while wiping her mouth, teasing her colleague.

"Why the hell did you say 'Yes' to him, you were there, you know I had no choice with my father there to say 'No.'"

"Exactly, you think I'm going to be miserable alone, watching you with some young thing glued to your side all night? If I'm suffering, you can suffer right along with me," Olivia explained, not taking her eyes off the road.

"Wow," Elliot exclaimed. "That's how it's going to be?"

Olivia shrugged her shoulders.

Elliot snorted, "Real mature Liv, I thought I was suppose to be the immature one in our relationship." Eye for an eye was not how Elliot wanted to operate. He was taken aback. He thought that Olivia had taken a massive step in their relationship when she didn't freak out after Fin found out about them. However agreeing to attend the police ball with Tucker of all people just because he had said 'Yes' to taking someone else, was not a move that he saw coming. It's not like they could go together anyways, and Elliot would have been beyond proud to show up with Olivia on his arm.

"You didn't have to say 'Yes' to your father, you're not some teenager anymore, you keep telling me you're a grown ass man, so stand up for yourself!" Olivia replied sternly.

"As long as I live under his roof, I don't exactly get a lot of space to live or do as I please, which is just another reason why I've been shopping for an apartment. An apartment might I add, that I was hoping to share with you." Elliot leaned his head against the passenger side window, "Besides I've put this date off long enough, maybe going with her for one evening will finally get my parents off my ba-"

"Wait," Olivia pulled up to a red light, turning to look at Elliot.

"Your parents have been trying to set you up with this girl, prior to the ball this weekend?"

"That's all you took from what I just said?" Elliot wasn't sure why his previous statement would anger his Captain, but it clearly did.

"Hold on, El do you know her? Have you met her before?" Olivia fired off question after question.

"Well yeah, we kinda went to highschool together, I didn't realize it until I read the business card my father gave me in your offi-"

"Oh my God, you dated her didn't you?!" Olivia was getting more pissed off by the minute.

Elliot looked around, wondering if they were close to the station, he wanted out of the squad car.

Sighing when he realized they were still about 20 minutes away he gave in, "Yes but that was a million years ago. Back then she was a blonde cheerleader with shitty grades and no ambition, so clearly she's changed a lot since highschool."

Olivia laughed darkly, in a way that made Elliot grimace. "Wow, so you dated her when she was a hot dumb blonde, and now you can actually throw in a mind too. Beauty and a brain, what could you possibly see in her now…?" Olivia trailed off, biting her lower lip. "I can't believe you're taking your ex girlfriend to this stupid gala."

"Once again I will remind you, I didn't ask for this! I was completely content showing up and hoping to steal a dance with you!" Elliot exclaimed, not liking the direction this conversation had taken.

"Besides you have no room to be mad at me, you're going with Eddie for God sakes. Someone you yourself have admitted to seeing in the recent past. Shit if you can go with an ex then-then I can too damnit," Elliot snapped, getting angrier by the second.

"Yes, except Tucker won't be spending the night trying to get into my pants, or in this case, under my dress," Olivia's voice sounded calm, but Elliot could distinguish between her tones now.

"Yeah, well then that's his loss isn't it? Lord knows you're not afraid of some public indecency, probably wouldn't take much to-"

Olivia had slammed on the breaks in the officer parking lot, watching as Elliot's body jerked forward, the seatbelt straining across his torso. Before he could say another word he heard the driver's door slam shut.

"Shit!" Elliot fumbled with his seatbelt buckle, finally releasing him from his confines he exited the cruiser as quickly as possible, hoping to catch up to her. He knew that was a low blow, but he couldn't understand how she could possibly be mad at him when she knew it wasn't his choice and when she was going with Tucker of all people.

"Liv, Olivia," Elliot called across the parking lot. "Would you hold up a second?!" Elliot chased her into the building, and through security, finally catching her as she ascended the staircase.

Breathing heavily before he even reached the stairs Elliot couldn't help asking, "Why the hell are you taking the stairs Liv?"

"Oh well," Olivia scoffed, "You seem to notice everything else about me. You didn't notice how fat your girlfriend was getting?"

Elliot blanked, he was already distracted as he had been doing the exact thing Nick had called him out on, at the hospital. He had been watching her backside as she bounded up the stairs, her ass bouncing right in front of him.

"Wh-what on earth are you talking about?" Elliot couldn't pin point when exactly their conversation had gone wrong, but it had, and he didn't want to throw anymore shit at the metaphoric fan. He couldn't recall having an argument like the one they were in, since the both of them committed to their relationship.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "We have work to do, are you going to be able to pull your shit together long enough to get justice for this victim?"

"Hold up," Elliot grabbed Olivia's elbow on the landing below their floor. "It doesn't matter what you and I have been going through outside of this building, you've never questioned my work ethic before. And furthermore," Elliot bent his knees, so they were eye to eye, "I would never let anything going on outside of my job, interfere with how I perform when I'm working. Unlike you I've been able to separate the two. I didn't drag you into the back room of a strip club, or not let me go on an undercover assignment with another Detective because you didn't want to see me act like a couple with another female."

Olivia looked like she wanted to slap him and Elliot could see the whites of her knuckles as she clenched her fists. Already sporting a bruised eye and mouth, Elliot knew it would hurt like hell if she hit him too. It looked like she was going to continue their argument but as soon as she opened her mouth to snap back, Elliot could see the fight physically leave her body.

Olivia rubbed her forehead, "This is why we have to disclose. We can't do this. We're going to argue and fight as a couple, we can't be bringing it into the squad room too. Congratulations you're the more mature person in our relationship because guess what, I'm the immature asshole who can't separate Elliot from Detective Stabler."

Elliot nodded, letting go of her elbow. "That's not what I said-"

"Bullshit Stabler!"

"Liv please, wait just lis-" Elliot was scrambling, he knew exactly what he said, but he didn't mean it, he was tired, getting called in at 3 in the morning, he lashed out at her verbally.

"Can you get through this shift working professionally with me, yes or no, Detective?" Olivia crossed her arms over her blouse. It was hot and muggy in the staircase. Olivia could feel a bead of sweat dripping down her neck. She knew it would bypass her collarbone and descend further down between her breasts. She had to give Elliot some credit because rather than track that drop of sweat down her body, he kept his gaze glued to her eyes.

"Yes…Captain," Elliot huffed, putting his hands on his hips.

Olivia rolled her eyes and bounded up the final flight of stairs to their floor.

Elliot knew it was going to be a long day, and he had agreed to house sit for a friend of his for the week and weekend. It was a great apartment in Manhattan, and it gave him a preview of what it would be like once he got his own place. However his new apartment wouldn't be as nice, he wouldn't have a doorman, or indoor pool. He was enjoying the privacy and had hoped to invite Olivia over one night. That wish looked like it would not come to fruition after the blowup they just had. Staring up at the cement stairs, Elliot counted to 10 and said a prayer, asking God for help, and to give him the strength to get through the day.

"Thanks for the ride," Elliot said as he got out in front of the apartment building he was house sitting at.

"Naw no problem man, least I could do after giving you those…" Fin pointed to his own head as he referenced the bruises, and swelling adorning Elliot's face.

He rolled his eyes, "See you tomorrow."

With some help from his Captain, together they had worked the case, however due to other responsibilities Fin had volunteered to help, working with him all afternoon and evening before calling it quits. He had been hoping to get a ride from her and planned to invite her up, but after their fight earlier he knew that wasn't happening. He opened the fridge, popping the top off a cold beer, nothing was going as he had been hoping that week. The gala on Saturday was the last place he wanted to be, he didn't know how the hell he was suppose to watch her on Tucker's arm all night.

Tucker was her date, the man he knew since the day he was born, who he generally thought of as an uncle. It would be Tucker who picked her up. It would be Tucker who would tell her how beautiful she looked. It would be Tucker who would hold her hand. It would be Tucker that every man in the room would be jealous of. Tucker would get to dance with her. Tucker would hold her in his embrace. Tucker would pull out her chair. Tucker would push her hair behind her ear. Tucker would whisper in her ear. Tucker's breath would cause goosebumps to erupt down her neck. Tucker would place his hand on her bare thigh as her dress rode up when she crossed her legs. Tucker would rub her shoulders. Tucker would take her home. And if he was lucky it was Tucker who she would invite up for a nightcap. Tucker who would undo her zipper. Tucker who would slip the straps of her dress off her smooth shoulders, and down her arms. Tucker would watch it pool at her feet.

Olivia may think that Tucker won't spend the whole night trying to get under her dress, but Elliot knew Tucker was just a man after all. He was pretty sure anyone with eyes, would have the same thoughts on Saturday.

Elliot gasped as he suddenly felt a pain in his hand, looking down he saw the remnants of his beer bottle. Glass shards littered the kitchen counter, the cool brown liquid dripped onto the floor. He had gotten so caught up in his thoughts of that weekend, he didn't realize how strongly he was squeezing his bottle of beer.

"God, damnit!" Elliot yelled uncontrollably. He actually felt remotely better as he rinsed his bleeding hand under the stream of water, happy to see he had nothing but a small cut. His thoughts had angered but also aroused him. Even though he was mad he couldn't help wondering how Olivia was fairing at that moment.

The answer was not much better. Olivia was angry, and therefore she couldn't understand her body's current state. She was aroused, that much was obvious and clear to her. She had hoped to talk after their shifts, but she got stuck on a conference call with Dodds and his bosses. Elliot was long gone by the time she hung up her phone. She had watched from her office as he left with Fin, going down the elevator together. The minute she was done for the day, she too hightailed it out of the precinct.

Standing in her kitchen after polishing off some leftovers, she frowned as she looked around her apartment. "Bastard!" Olivia exclaimed while picking up her phone. Holding her blackberry to her ear she listened as the other line rang twice before the man she called picked up. She knew no matter what TV show she watched, or work she could find on her laptop, nothing would be able to distract her from her current thoughts.

"Sup?" Fin asked, his phone squeezed between his head, and shoulder.

Olivia could hear loud bangs, and the sound of tires screeching, "Did you get called in on another case?"

After their argument that day, Fin had graciously offered to work with Elliot for the rest of the day, sensing the tension between her, and her younger Detective. She was also playing phone tag with Dodds, and being pulled in multiple directions, she was very thankful for Fin stepping, up and working the case with Elliot instead of her.

"Huh? Naw, just playing a little GTA, yessss!" Fin shouted, forgetting that he was in fact on the phone, with his superior.

"GTA? Should I know what that is? Never mind forget I asked," Olivia continued on not wanting to know what Fin was doing, boys and their toys, she thought. "Did you give Elliot a ride home, I saw you guys leave together?" Olivia couldn't help wondering if men ever really did grow up, however reflecting on her own actions and behaviour that day, she didn't think she had much room to talk.

"What? Oh Stabler, yeah yeah, uh I dropped him off at that crib he's staying at this week," Fin replied distractedly.

"Right, what's the address Fin?" Olivia rolled her eyes, trying to get her friend to concentrate.

"What's the what? What'd you say?" Fin was too invested in his game to hear what she had just asked him.

"The address Fin! Where did you drop Elliot off at after work tonight?!" Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose, quickly losing her patience.

"Oh haha," Fin laughed, "So you got in a tiff with your boy toy and now you want me to-"

"Fin do not test me!" Olivia growled, not in the mood at all to be teased about their age difference.

"Aight, keep your pants on, or maybe don't he'd probably prefer that over a verbal apology anyways, nothing says I'm sorry like some apology pu-"

"FIN! His address now!" Olivia could feel her headache getting worse, as she tried to ignore Fin's words.

Olivia jotted down the address Fin gave her, ignoring his comments about how she could discipline her Detective, and he'd probably like it if she spanked him.

It was already past 8pm as Olivia took a quick shower, washing away the grime of the day, she pinned her long mahogany tresses up on top of her head, as she showered, not wanting to deal with drying, and styling it at that time of night.

5 minutes later she was standing in front of her bathroom mirror, securing her hair with a clip.

After applying a basic layer of makeup, and brushing her teeth, Olivia took a moment to admire her body in the mirror. That lifeguard at Casey's party had been right, she had definitely packed on a few pounds, which she didn't quite understand with the amount of throwing up she had been doing from the flu that Amaro had passed on to her.

Trying not to dwell on her body, she remembered that it didn't matter what other people thought of her. Her body still aroused her boyfriend, and provided the strength, and stamina she needed to do her job, and do it well. She was healthy, and for the most part happy, and that's all that mattered.

Olivia walked into her closet, making quick work of getting ready, 10 minutes later she was on her way to the apartment Elliot was staying at.

The cab driver kept throwing her odd looks. Checking her phone Olivia couldn't keep the smirk off her lips. She figured she must've looked slightly weird, bundled up in a long trench coat on one of the most humid days of the year.

Elliot poured some milk into a small bowl, bending over he placed it beside a bowl filled with cat food. He found it a bit odd that his buddy had a couple cats, but shrugged as he watched them eat and drink, he figured they were better company than nobody. He found they wouldn't leave him alone, constantly wanting to be in his presence.

Elliot heard the buzz of the apartment phone, "Hello?"

"Ah , a brunette woman is here claiming she knows you?" the security guard in the apartment lobby explained why he was calling.

"Oh," Elliot was surprised but instantly knew who had showed up at his literal doorstep. Was she there to apologize, or was she there for round 2?

"Send her up, please," Elliot added before hanging up.

Elliot wondered if he should go and change his clothes, he was only wearing a tank top and sweat pants, not expecting any company, but he also didn't bring a wide assortment of clothes to choose from. Aside from his work attire he really hadn't been expecting to have to dress up for anybody. The suit he was planning to wear on Saturday hung from a hook in the foyer.

Elliot checked the peephole, and opened the door as he saw her raise her hand to knock. He stepped aside to allow her to enter. He quirked an eyebrow, observing her attire. "Can I take your coat?" he asked, trying to be polite.

Olivia chuckled lightly, rubbing a thumb along her eyebrow. She knew it was a nervous tick of hers, but as she ran her eyes up and down the length of her boyfriend, she remembered she had no reason to be nervous.

"I think I'll keep it on for now," Olivia replied.

Elliot couldn't understand her reasoning unless she didn't plan on staying long. Even blasting the AC he was still hot, "Suit yourself."

Elliot walked past her, if she was looking to talk then he needed to keep some distance between them. He plopped down on the couch in the living area, turning the volume down on the Yankee game that he had been listening to, he made the mistake of looking at her as she followed him into the spacious apartment.

She looked beyond sexy, wearing a long trench coat and heels, her hair was clipped back, a few strands had escaped, giving her an even hotter appearance. Was she deliberately trying to torture him? He wouldn't put it past her. He knew he owed her an apology, hell at that point he thought they both owed each other an apology, but for the moment he didn't think he'd be able to form a coherent sentence, let alone a sincere apology

"Nice place," Olivia commented gazing out of the floor to ceiling glass walls at the New York skyline.

Elliot nodded, he cleared his throat, trying to swallow the sudden flood of saliva in his mouth, "So, are you here for…what is it, round 2 or 3?"

Olivia turned her head and gave him a closed lip smile, "Oh baby don't flatter yourself, I don't care if neither of us says another word to each other all night."

Elliot crossed his arms over his chest, "Then why the hell did you come here? Wa-wait," Elliot stood up suddenly. "It's late, were you-are you coming from somewhere else?"

Olivia nodded but before she could tell him, yes, she was coming from her apartment, Elliot continued his questioning.

He couldn't help seeing red. She had been out, most likely with another man, perhaps even Eddie, looking like sex on heels. Was that the reason her hair was disheveled?

"Is that why you're dressed like this? Huh Liv? You get all dolled up for some other guy? I can only imagine what little number you have on under that coat, can't be much since the coat is longer than whatever the heck you're wearing underneath it," Elliot kept walking towards her, matching every backwards step she took until her back connected with the glass. The apartment was close to the penthouse, with stunning views of Manhattan during the day and night.

Elliot pressed his hands against the glass, promising himself in the back of his mind that he would clean the handprints he was making off before he left the following week.

"So answer me damnit, you come here to torture me? To show me what I missed out on tonight? That at the end of the day you can, and will do exactly what you want, and I should just be happy with the time you do give me?" Elliot pressed.

Olivia who had turned her head away from him during his interrogation, finally faced him again, barely a few inches separated their lips.

"What was the first question you asked me when I entered the apartment a couple minutes ago?" Olivia whispered between them.

Elliot furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to remember what he had asked her.

"Can I take your coat?" Elliot's voice went up an octave at the end of his sentence.

Olivia nodded, "Absolutely."

Olivia took the ends of her jacket's buckle, and as Elliot lowered his arms, she placed them in his hands.

Elliot pulled on the material, quickly undoing the belt on her coat, and gasping as the trench coat fell open, and pooled at her heel clad feet, helped by her shrugging out of it.

Elliot stumbled backwards, falling against the arm of the couch. He hadn't expected what she had on underneath.

Olivia stood before him in nothing but a pair of black heels.

"And in case you're wondering, that place I'm coming from?" Olivia ducked her head as she tried to make eye contact with her younger boyfriend. "That place would be my apartment," Olivia reached up, and pulled the clip from her hair. Her long dark tresses cascaded down her smooth bare shoulders as she tossed the clip on the floor, shaking out her wavy hair.

The sound seemed to wake Elliot from his frozen stance. She could already see the outline of his cock in his grey sweatpants. She'd barely been naked for a minute but she loved how quickly his body responded to hers.

She was still mad at him, and judging by his attitude since she had arrived, he was still pissed off too, but at the moment she didn't care. She was horny, there was no other term for the way she was feeling. Could she go out, and invite a stranger into her bed for the night? Probably. But she didn't want some random dick. No, the only shaft she currently desired, was the one attached to her boyfriend.

Thankfully they appeared to be on the same page.

Elliot stomped towards her, ripping his muscle shirt over his head. He grabbed her behind her thick thighs, lifting her as her legs wrapped around his waist. Elliot pinned her to the cool glass over looking the city, causing Olivia to gasp. This was an element she hadn't predicted, but knew she was going to thoroughly enjoy. The physical sensations; the cool glass at her back, his warm body between her thighs, his hard pecs rubbing against her hard nipples. And the mental pleasures; knowing anyone looking up could see them, her bare back and ass squeezed against the glass wall.

Elliot grunted as he supported her body with one arm under her ass, using the other to hastily tug down his pants.

"Fuck yes," Olivia moaned, her heels digging into his ass as his sweats bunched around his ankles. This is what her body was craving. His raw masculine power. And he was the only man she felt safe with, to let her guard down, and give her body over to. Knowing that even when she liked it rough, that he would never actually hurt her, it allowed her to let go for the moment.

Olivia smoothed her hands down his neck, and shoulders, using them to hike her body up until his head was eye level with her heaving bosom.

She tugged his head, until his mouth connected with her breast.

"Open," Olivia demanded, she was taking charge, seeking the pleasure she had come there for. She needed his expertise. He had the body, and now he knew how to use it to bring her the greatest orgasms of her life. His mouth, fingers, abs, hell even his legs. Not to mention the crowning glory, she may have been his first, but fuck did he learn quickly how to use his dick, his stamina improving every time they were together. However she couldn't deny the ego boost it gave her when he came early, when he couldn't hold on because he was experiencing too much pleasure. Pleasure that she caused.

Elliot obeyed at once, opening his mouth, Olivia whined as her nipple came into contact with his rough tongue.

"Oh El, yes, uhhh, please," Olivia squirmed against him, rubbing herself against his hard lower abdomen.

"Ughh, ahhh," Olivia couldn't understand why her body was reacting so strongly. She wasn't old, and dried up by any means, but she couldn't remember a time with any other partner, or fantasy, that had her in such a state. She was jerking against him, her fluids coating him as well.

Elliot could barely keep up with her movements as he swirled his tongue around the peak in his mouth. He suckled on her tip, tugging lightly and pulling back. He heard the pop as his lips finally released her pinkish brown bud, loving how large and distended it looked. Shining in the bright apartment lights, he barely had a moment to catch his breath before she tugged him back to her other breast, holding his head captive against her unnecessarily.

Olivia didn't know if it was a combination of his attention to her chest, and the way the sparse light brown hairs of his happy trail, brushed against her clit, but it was she who was going to come embarrassingly early. She felt herself falling over the edge, her walls contracting, fluid spilling from her core.

"I-oh Liotttttt!" Olivia praised, her body going still as she climaxed in her lover's arms.

"Shit Benson, really?" Elliot pushed against her, his tip resting against her entrance, he could feel her climax coating his hard on.

Olivia leaned her head against the glass, her body continued to twitch as her orgasm worked through her. Her mouth was frozen in a silent scream, her lips formed a perfect, 'O.'

"That's right, fuck that's right," Elliot declared, he bucked his hips, both of them moaning as he slipped inside a couple of inches. She was even tighter than normal thanks to her orgasm, her warm wet walls squeezed his tip, almost forcing him out.

"I-please, more El," Olivia pleaded as she slipped down the wall. Her sweaty back made it harder to to stay in place.

As she became eye levelled with him, Elliot claimed her mouth with his as she had opened hers to speak. Whatever she had to say came out mumbled into his mouth. His tongue invaded her mouth as he kissed her passionately. This wasn't a friendly kiss. This kiss possessed her mind, and body. This kiss was trying to claim her, remind her who she was with. Her past ex's and flings might have backed down from her, but he didn't. Despite being inferior to her on the job, and much more inexperienced in their personal relationship, he didn't concede to her. He challenged her, he was her equal.

"God, you're perfect, so fucking perfect Liv," Elliot rasped as he disconnected their lips. Olivia could feel her lips swelling from his consuming kiss.

She had tried not to press too hard as she responded to his kiss, not wanting to hurt his fat lip anymore than Fin did. Even in her angry state, she didn't want to cause him any additional harm. However the bruising kiss he just gave her, left no doubt in her mind that he wasn't holding back, even with a swollen bruised face.

Elliot bucked his hips, groaning as he slid in deeper. He felt Olivia's thighs squeeze him even tighter, he loved feeling her rough heels dig into his lower back, and ass.

Elliot reconnected their lips, but slowed down, taking her more gently.

Olivia knew they came together angry at one another, she expected nothing but a quick hard fuck, but Elliot was slowly turning their rendezvous into something more.

She stopped listening to his words, and instead listened to his body, as he worked up a rhythm.

Olivia had barely recovered from her first orgasm, when she felt a second climax approaching.

Gasping for breath when Elliot moved on from her mouth, to suck on her neck, Olivia sighed heavily as he relied on her strong thighs to hold her up. He grabbed both of her hands, and intertwining their fingers he pinned them to the glass wall, beside her head.

Elliot released the flesh in his mouth, and tried to reclaim her plump lips.

Both were too worked up to maintain a proper kiss, their lips brushed as they exchanged heavy breaths, moans of pleasure falling between their mouths.

They raced towards their mutual climaxes.

One particularly hard thrust, and Olivia could feel his back and butt muscles clench, his body going still. A warm sensation in her core had her coming right behind him. His whole body spasmed, and jerked as he came inside her, load after load mixing with her own juices.

She squeezed the hand holding hers against the wall as she slowly came down from her high.

Elliot turned his head, resting it between her neck and shoulder. He didn't know what to say in this situation, as he tried to catch his breath.

Now that they both seemingly got what they had wanted was their fight back on? Or was this some kind of messed up apology sex? Elliot had no experience, and didn't know what the proper protocol was when fighting with one's significant other.

Olivia sensed it. The moment when his brain kicked in. She knew he was probably confused. She initiated what they had just done, but even she was confused.

She clenched her inner walls around his softened penis, causing him to jerk back. He slipped from her core, glancing down at the space between them, he saw their mixed fluids coating her thighs and perfectly groomed mound. He couldn't help staring.

Elliot licked his lips, the sight of her swollen lower lips, partially covered in his seed, had him feeling a new wave of arousal.

Olivia watched his face go from ecstasy, to fatigued, to aroused, in a short span of time. Giving in and gazing down at the space between their bodies she could partially see what he was staring at and what was causing him to harden again.

Reaching down Olivia pinched his ass, bringing his eyes and attention back to her face.

"Bedroom," was the only direction she gave him.

Elliot raised one eyebrow, but once again followed her command.

He grasped her underneath her thighs, and once he was sure that he got his strength back, and she was secured in his arms, he pulled them both off the now dirty wall, and trying not to trip, he shuffled towards the bedroom he'd been sleeping in, his grey sweatpants still bunched around his lower legs.

A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed the crossover event. Sorry for the longer chapter, hope y'all enjoyed. I appreciate all the sweet words and reviews. They really do cheer me up in the darkest hours.