Protégé

A/N: Thanks to everyone who's reached out lately concerning my birthday and/or 2 surgeries in 2 weeks. To the user MegH1268, for some reason I found your review hilarious. (MegH1268: OMMGGMGMGMMGMGMGG I CANT WAITTTT)

A/N 2: On a separate note, this story is about to hit 400 reviews on FFN. Can't believe I'll have multiple stories with over 400 reviews, especially this one. When I first posted Protégé I thought it'd only be a couple chapters, 10,000k words at the most. All I saw was older Elliot/younger Benson stories out there, so I assumed that was the age difference people wanted to see, Zaddy fics popping up every week. So I just wanted to take a second to thank anybody that's read even one chapter of this messy fic. Whether you favourited it, gave kudos, and/or wrote a review, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I go back, and read the reviews from the start, especially on some otherwise dark days. They always inspire me, and cheer me up, also knowing you guys like it filthy, puts a smile on my face, under my oxygen mask! I hope you will continue to enjoy the ride, this rollercoaster still has quite a few laps to go, hang on tight.

A/N 3: This chapter will flip back, and forth between the gala, and later that night. I think it's pretty easy to follow. Then again, I'm on heavy drugs so who knows lol. I did a little research, and I think most people would admit that there's something super sexy about their significant other wearing their clothes, especially when they're white/transparent (or wet…).

Disclaimer: Think it's pretty obvious at this point that SVU isn't mine, things would be a lot different, let's face it there'd be a lot more nudity.

Chapter 37

Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment, Saturday Night, Summer 2013

Olivia paced back and forth, wearing a path into the carpet of her living room. She tried watching the late night news, but found it too difficult to sit still. She was wringing her hands, as she walked around her apartment, waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. She ditched her dress, and heals the moment she got home, just after midnight.

The party hadn't exactly gone as she had expected it to, especially when she fled from their table.

Olivia collapsed on her couch, kicking lightly at her coffee table.

How long did it take to drop somebody off at their home, and leave immediately afterwards? Olivia didn't even know where Kathy lived. Like Elliot did she still live at home with her parents? If that was the case she couldn't have been too far from his parent's house, if they went to school together. After everything that happened, did he decide to stay at Kathy's?

"Ughhhh," Olivia grumbled, placing her hands over her face. She hated the thoughts, and feelings coursing through her brain, and body. Never before had she felt this way about a boyfriend, or lover. She had never experienced the feelings of jealousy, and possessiveness. In all her years at SVU, she had come to associate those traits with men. Never in a million years did she think she herself would develop them, for her significant other. She let out a deep breath, as she realized that those feelings must say something about their relationship.

This wasn't just another guy she was screwing around with for a few months. There were good, and bad feelings involved. Yes, she was jealous, and possessive at times, but she was also more open, and happy. And not just with Elliot, on the job too, he had made her a better person in all facets of her life. She was more available, empathetic, and an even better listener. She knew her colleagues had noticed a difference in their friend, and boss. She felt like she had all these traits before, Elliot just happened to bring out the best in her. Isn't that what a good partner did? They didn't try to change you, they just enhanced the best parts of you. She didn't know how exactly, but that's what her Detective did for her.

Olivia bit her upper lip, as she noted the time on her microwave. As the minutes ticked by, she couldn't help reflecting on how the gala had ended, and if her boyfriend would have any additional marks on his body, that she, Fin, or Tucker, hadn't put on it.

Elliot knocked softly three times, he had texted her to let her know he was on her street, and he didn't want to knock so loudly that it would draw any unwanted attention from her neighbours.

Just as he raised his fist to tap on her door again, it swung open.

"Finally," Olivia rasped, grabbing his elbow, and tugging him inside her apartment.

"You want anything, water, beer?" Olivia asked as she left him standing in her living room, opening her fridge, she was feeling suddenly parched.

Not hearing any kind of response from him, Olivia poked her head around the small wall separating her kitchen from her living room.

He was standing there staring at her, mouth agape.

Olivia felt her stomach plummet, as she took an inventory of his disheveled state. His hair was sticking up at every angle, and his suit was coming apart. His tie was already half undone, as was his vest. He had lost his suit jacket somewhere, and his dress shirt was half untucked.

What Olivia didn't know was he had tried to be polite, and lended Kathy his suit jacket towards the end of the gala. It completely slipped his mind, to get it back. It was very unnecessary as they shared a cab to her apartment, the taxi's air conditioning was broken, leading him to untuck, unbutton, and loosen as much clothing as he could, while still appearing to be decent.

As Olivia was assessing him, he was caught in his own thoughts, and feelings.

He knew it was a kink most guys had. There was just something so incredibly sexy about seeing the woman you loved, wearing your clothes. In this case, a white tank he had left at her apartment one weekend, and a pair of his baby blue boxers.

Elliot wasn't sure if he was breathing or not, but there was something about Olivia Benson, with her warm tanned body filling his wifebeater, and shorts. He admired her toned bare arms on display, the neckline exposing the tops of her perky mounds, the perky mounds with her brownish pink nipples threatening to cut through his shirt. He could make out every inch of her chest, making it extremely obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.

He gulped loudly, his mouth had gone dry, she looked so sexy standing there in his tank top, and a pair of his boxers. Elliot wasn't sure if he had ever gotten so hard, so fast, he snapped out of his haze, and moving towards her he hoisted her up, plopping her down on one of the barstools she had on the living room side of her countertop.

Elliot didn't waste a minute grabbing her behind her neck, and angling her head, he plunged his tongue past her open lips.

"I know it's not the table from the gala, but it'll have to do," Elliot expressed, taking her back to earlier that evening.

Manhattan Police Officer Appreciation Ball, New York Governor's Mansion, Library, Saturday Evening, Summer 2013

"Everything okay?" Tucker inquired as she sat down between him, and Elliot. Elliot who had obviously beaten her back to their seats.

Elliot dropped his napkin, giving him a reason to lean close to her ear as he pretended to reach for it.

Smiling he whispered in her ear, "You don't know how badly I wanna crawl under this table, and spread your legs apart, want to have you for my next course."

Olivia choked as she took a sip of her water. If he kept this up, she most definitely would be switching to wine, or something stronger.

She didn't get to respond as waiters appeared setting down some kind of English trifle for dessert.

She gave Tucker a short smile, "Looks divine!"

"Bet you taste better than this trifle," Elliot muttered under his breath, happy that Kathy seemed too inebriated to hear anything. "I can still taste you on my tongue."

Olivia crossed her legs, and squeezed her thighs together. It took her boyfriend no time at all to whined her up again.

"You can come by my place for dessert if you stop talking about this now," Olivia whispered as he pretended to look for his napkin again.

Elliot straightened up, and deposited his napkin on his lap. He did as she requested, in fact he stopped speaking to her altogether, and engaged in a conversation with Kathy, apologizing for the way he spoke to her earlier.

Olivia was therefore quite surprised when she suddenly felt his fingers graze her skin. He ran his knuckles up her silky thigh, pushing his hand inside the slit on her dress. She held in a gasp, but was unable to hold up her chin as she gaped at him. She watched his lips curl into a smile, as he plunged two fingers into her folds. With her legs crossed he didn't have much room to maneuver. She didn't know what had gotten into her. He had already made her come twice in the library. Any self respecting woman her age would be more than satisfied with two orgasms within an hour, but she felt herself spreading her legs, her body clearly wanting more.

Olivia was extremely grateful for the long table cloth, the long table cloth that was once again providing a shield from other observant eyes. Nobody knew from where they were sitting that the newest and youngest member of her squad, was two fingers deep in her pussy, as everyone around them finished off their desserts, and their bosses gave speech after speech.

"Oh!" Olivia couldn't hold back, the word slipped from her mouth, as she felt Elliot's fingers plunge in, and out of her trembling core. His rough digits dragged along her warm, wet walls.

Olivia bit her lip, she couldn't believe what he was doing to her, in a crowded room, surrounded by the people who they both reported to. Not to mention they were flanked on either side by their dates for the gala.

She felt Elliot shift his hand, the base of his palm rubbed against her engorged clit. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, as she subtly arched her back, she prayed that nobody at their table was looking at her as she felt a sense of pleasure wrack her body, from her head to her toes.

Olivia scooped a spoonful of trifle into her mouth, letting out an overzealous moan.

"You really like that trifle Liv?" Tucker slurred. Despite his Irish background, the IAB officer had overindulged on his drink of choice, bourbon.

Olivia smiled around her spoon, her moan had nothing to do with their dessert, and everything to do with his Godson who was still two knuckles deep inside her clenching core. She had a feeling if she glanced at her Detective that she would witness a cocky smirk donning his chiseled face.

She almost dropped her spoon as she felt his fingers slip from inside her. He slid his thick digits through her swollen folds as he pulled back.

Olivia nearly gasped as she caught a glimpse of his hand. There was no mistaking the sheen coating his fingers, and palm. For a single moment she watched him try to think of a way he could clean his hand with his mouth, without looking suspicious.

Olivia gulped when he couldn't come up with a plausible way to do so, instead grabbing the napkin he had deposited on his lap.

This man was turning her into a pile of jelly, there was something incredibly sexy seeing her moisture on his fingers, in a crowded room, surrounded by their coworkers.

Reaching forward Olivia took a long sip of her water, wishing it was wine. The gala seemed like it would never end.

Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment, Saturday Night, Summer 2013

"Fuck Elliot!" Olivia moaned as she leaned back, and allowed him to slip his boxers over her bare ass. She hadn't bothered with panties, or a bra, when she got home, and changed.

They had the following day off, and she knew they'd be needing it to recover. Elliot was taking her body to places it had never been before.

"Ohhh," Olivia exclaimed, as he palmed her breasts. She felt her nipples scrape against the material of his tank top, providing an additional element of pleasure. She hadn't expected this kind of greeting, after the way the gala had ended.

Manhattan Police Officer Appreciation Ball, New York Governor's Mansion, Foyer, Saturday Evening, Summer 2013

"So," Tucker began as they lingered in the large foyer, "How 'bout a nightcap? My place?"

Olivia noted the slight slur in his voice, his eyes were red, and like a lot of Irish men that she knew, his face had adopted a crimson shade too the more he drank.

"Ummm, not tonight, and actually I think I should call you a cab-"

"Ohhh yah? You wanna make sure I get home safely Captain? Wanna tuck me into bed?" Tucker wiggled his eyebrows as he tried to lean one hand against the wall, while he placed his other hand on her hip.

"I just don't think you should be driving Tucker," Olivia gave Tucker a soft smile, and patted his suit clad shoulder.

Tucker stumbled as he leaned against the wall, falling into her body, she caught him by his biceps.

"Tucker, hey, hey you okay?" Olivia asked, ducking her head, trying to get a read on her inebriated friend.

"Tucker? What's this Tucker nonsense? Thought it was Ed, like it when you call me Ed…" he trailed off as he stared at her lips.

Olivia tried to laugh her feelings of uncomfortableness off, "Sure Ed, but it's late, and I think you need to get home, crawl into your own bed, and sleep this off."

"Wanna sleep with you," Tucker nodded leaning in.

Olivia wasn't aware that half her colleagues, and their dates had followed them out of the hall, and were currently witnessing the spectacle their colleague from IAB, was creating.

"Hey man the lady said not tonight," Fin spoke up as he placed a hand on Tucker's shoulder, preventing him from kissing Olivia, his lips slid across her cheek instead.

There had never been any love lost between Fin and the IAB Captain, but after being interrupted for the umpteenth time that evening, it appeared Tucker had finally had enough.

Olivia had barely blinked when Tucker swung around, his fist in the air. Thanks to the excessive amount of bourbon he had consumed, his accuracy, and balance were way off.

Elliot seeing red himself as he witnessed his Godfather corner his girlfriend against a wall, stepped in to intervene.

"Hey Uncle Eddie come on-"

'Whack'

"Shit," Elliot grabbed his cheek, he was already hiding bruises on his face, courtesy of Fin's fists from the previous weekend.

"Fuck kid I'm sorry," Tucker apologized as he realized who he had hit.

"Ellie babe are you okay?" Kathy slurred reaching for his cheeks with both hands, as she stumbled into his body.

This was getting out of hand, he thought. He made eye contact with Olivia, as he held up his drunk date. He didn't know how she did it, but as Olivia's warm mahogany eyes were connected to his, she put into words, everything he was thinking.

"Enough!" Olivia declared, "Ed there's a taxi outside with your name on it. Stabler, are you good?"

"Yeah, just let me get Kathy home, I-" Elliot paused, "Um she's pretty drunk, I don't want to put her in a cab by herself…" Truthfully Elliot wanted his time with Kathy to be over, but he didn't feel right leaving her alone in a taxi when she was very inebriated, he just hoped Olivia knew he wasn't choosing Kathy over her. He wasn't sure if there was anybody he would choose over her.

Munch slapped him on his shoulders from behind, "Ah young Stabler, ever the gentleman, our own white knight," he joked.

The ball was over, officer's and their dates were all making their way out of the mansion, Elliot knew they should disperse too, before their situation escalated any further. So much had gone down that night, including himself on Olivia, he snickered as the thought ran through his head. He hadn't even had the opportunity to speak to his parents.

"Hey y'all have a goodnight, get home safe," Amanda and Sonny had appeared out of thin air. They too had a reddish glow coating their skin, but Elliot had a feeling it wasn't from overindulging in alcohol.

"Come on," Elliot said as he tried his best to prop up his date, without overly touching her body. His cheek was aching, and he could feel a cool dampness dripping down his face, his uncle had drawn blood. Probably from the large class ring that adorned his finger at these officer functions.

A part of him had been sorely tempted to retaliate, especially after seeing him paw at his Captain, but the grown up in him had persevered, barely managing to control his white hot rage, and anger.

Olivia sighed heavily as she watched her boyfriend walk out the door, with the young blonde draped all over him. She wasn't sure if Elliot was mad at her, but she was impressed that he hadn't taken the opportunity to knock his uncle down a peg or two, no one would've blamed him, as Tucker struck him first. It would have looked horrible for her, a member of her squad getting into a physical altercation surrounded by New York's finest, and richest.

Carisi, and a very confused Tony, helped load Tucker into a waiting cab. A few of her more sober squad members offered her a ride too, and she finally accepted Casey's invitation. She felt slightly like a third wheel as Tony drove her home. Casey rattled on, and on as he maneuvered them through the congested streets of New York. Olivia didn't know if she was imagining it, but she caught Tony staring at her through the rear view mirror more than once as they sat in traffic.

A flush blotted her cheeks as Olivia suddenly wondered if Tony perhaps knew more about her relationship with Elliot, than his gabby girlfriend did. She knew he and Stabler were on friendly terms since their undercover stint at the strip club. As Tony looked back at the road in front of them, Olivia questioned just how much Tony had assumed, or Elliot had divulged about them as a couple?

"Liv are you even listening to me?" Casey turned around in the front seat to ask her.

"Sorry, what?" Olivia replied, her attention fully placed on the fiery red head.

"I said, did I tell you Tony's changed his job?" Casey repeated, smiling broadly as she rubbed her boyfriend's arm.

"Oh?" Olivia questioned, her eyes flicking to the male dancer.

"Um yeah, I was offered a managerial position, started a few weeks ago," Tony informed her.

"Wow so no more stripping?" Olivia inquired, but instantly regretted it when Casey spoke up.

"Well not at work anyways," Casey smirked, she licked her lips, and winked at the man driving them home.

"And on that note…" Olivia trailed off as they pulled up outside of her apartment.

They offered to walk her up, but she promised to text Casey when she got inside, instead thanking them for the lift home, and wishing them a good night. Riding the elevator up to her floor, Olivia couldn't help feeling happy for Casey. The lawyer was never actively hunting for the 'one,' but it appeared she may have found him anyways, in the most random of places.

Once inside she messaged Casey as she promised. Olivia wasted no time ridding herself of the dress she wore, for the second time that night. She grabbed a white undershirt that Elliot had left at her place, as well as a pair of his light blue boxers. She didn't know why, but wearing his clothes made her feel closer to him, not to mention they were light, which suited her just fine in the New York summer heat. Examining herself in the mirror, she smiled as she noticed the bruises and blemishes scattered all over her body. One thing she knew for a fact: their love making was like a full contact sport.

Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment, Saturday Night, Summer 2013

Olivia was brought back to the present, feeling her walls clench around her lover's talented tongue.

This wasn't the greeting she had expected. Furthermore she couldn't recall the last time she had come four times in one day, let alone four times in a few hours.

Her core was feeling sensitive as she pushed his head away.

"Delicious," Elliot used his fingers to wipe his face and mouth. Staring at Olivia he sucked his digits clean, "I was right, you did taste better than that trifle. You okay?"

"You're seriously asking me that after you just-what was that?" Olivia slumped on her barstool, she knew she needed to lie down before she fell off her current chair. Every bone, and muscle in her body felt like liquid.

Elliot smiled, noticing her dilemma he picked up his boxers that he had discarded from her body, and approaching her again, he scooped her up into his arms, bridal style, and deposited her on her couch.

"Give me those," Olivia rasped, still trying to regulate her breathing and heart rate. Elliot kneeled on the floor beside her as she pulled on his shorts.

"Umph," Elliot groaned as she reached for him, spreading her legs on either side of his broad body. She laid her hands on his shoulder, sealing their lips together.

Elliot felt her rub his shoulders briefly, before her hands were on the move again, undoing what ever buttons had remained on his vest, and shirt.

"Not that I don't love the direction this is going," he huffed when her lips skimmed down his neck, pausing to suck on his pulse point.

"But, may-maybe we should talk?" Elliot wasn't sure how, but he was determined to think with the head on top of his neck, not the one currently prodding against his suit pants.

Olivia pulled back, biting her bottom lip, she eyed his torso. His tie was hanging loosely around his neck, and his vest, and shirt were completely unbuttoned, leaving a path of warm pale skin visible all the way down to the buckle on his belt.

"Ummm, yes, you're right," Olivia nodded, peeling her eyes away from his firm pecks, and rippling abs.

Olivia sat back on her couch cushions, curling her long tanned legs underneath her, leaving her thighs exposed.

"Good, good," Elliot stood up for a moment, before plopping down beside her. He patted her bare thigh, not knowing where to start.

"Hah," Olivia exhaled with a shaky laugh. "After Tucker punched you, that wasn't exactly the greeting I was expecting."

"Uhhh, yeah, I-um that was all you, I didn't exactly plan that either," Elliot muttered, slightly embarrassed that even after months of having a physical relationship, months of seeing her naked, months of having his mouth over every inch of her body, and months of having her body wrapped around his, just the sight of her could still make him lose control.

"What do you mean?" Olivia asked, not quite understanding his explanation.

"It's just you, and you're wearing my clothes, didn't expect-it's just, aside from maybe a SVU sweater, I haven't seen you in my clothes before, and well," Elliot shrugged, not knowing how to finish his thoughts off.

Olivia grinned widely, "Ahhh." She understood what he was trying to express. He wasn't the first man to admit this fantasy to her, but it was one she had never really partaken in before. In the past wearing a lover's clothes, felt like some kind of weird ownership. In her current relationship she liked wearing his stuff, for some reason it held no negative connotations for her.

Again something very different in her relationship with Elliot.

"Well for the record, I like wearing your clothes too, and that's something I've never enjoyed in any of my prior relationships. Which I guess brings us to our bigger questions?" Olivia pointed out, in a calm voice.

"Yeah, so… you love me?" Elliot smirked, his dimple on full display.

"Yes well you love me too!" Olivia's voice rose, her tone sounded accusatory.

Elliot held up his hands, before placing a palm on her thigh that was closest to him.

He wasn't looking at her, his gaze focused on his hand as he grazed it over her skin, "I wasn't trying to… I wasn't insinuating anything. And for the record yeah, I do, I love you Olivia Benson. I don't know exactly the moment my feelings for you changed, but they did."

"What do you mean? You came after me the moment we met, your feelings haven't changed at all," Olivia laughed lightly as she tried to ignore his hand on her leg.

"Oh I definitely liked you the minute I stepped into your office. But when we met, I was in lust with you, now I'm in love with you," Elliot explained. "Big difference," he whispered.

Olivia swallowed loudly, surprised again by her younger lover.

"Me too," Olivia was so quiet she knew Elliot probably couldn't hear her. "I mean, my feelings changed too, now that you mentioned it, I'm not exactly sure when it happened, but it did, and I can't, no-I don't want to deny or change them."

Elliot could hear the conviction in her voice, making him smile even brighter.

"So, where does that leave us?" Olivia asked.

"Well, currently it leaves me apartment hunting, but maybe that's something we could be doing together instead? However I might need to get a different realtor, because Josie already has a thing for you, and I've only shown her a couple pictures," Elliot joked.

Olivia laughed, "Why don't you just move in here, I've almost paid off my mortgage anyways."

Olivia was confused as she saw a frown grace her boyfriend's face. Elliot sighed, "Don't get me wrong I'd be happy to live with you anywhere, but I don't want to live off you, or your salary, I want a place that is ours, that we both contribute to, I-"

Olivia poked Elliot with her finger as he suddenly stopped talking, "Come on El, just say what you want to say, cards on the table."

Elliot rubbed the back of his head with his spare hand.

"Fine, I don't want to be your sugar baby, or for people to think your my sugar…mama?"

They both held it together for less than two seconds, before breaking eye contact, and bursting into laughter.

"'Kay, I don't know exactly what you'd call it, but do you understand what I'm saying?" Elliot asked, as he tried to get his laughter under control.

"Yes, I do, and knowing you want to be equals in this relationship, makes me love you even more. I want to live in a place, that we both make a home, together. But before we go down that road, there's something we have to discuss first," Olivia hesitated.

"SVU," she knew they needed to sort out their positions on the force, before they even considered their living arrangements.

"Say the word, I have my notice already typed out, and ready to send to you. As well as my application to other units in the building," Elliot declared.

Olivia raised both eyebrows, "Wow, uhhh, wow really?"

Olivia couldn't keep her expression off her face, she wasn't surprised they were talking about their jobs. She was surprised that he had taken the next steps that they would need to take, before they could disclose their relationship.

"Itold you Liv, I love SVU, and everything I've learned from my time there, but the love I feel for my job, and the love I feel for you, are incomparable. And I truly believe I could still make a positive impact on the world, working in another u-u-nit," Elliot stuttered towards the end of his statement.

"Unless-is that-I mean this is what you want too right?" Elliot questioned, swiping his thumb back, and forth on her leg, feeling her skin under his palm, she kept him tethered, made him feel secure without even doing anything.

Olivia nodded, moisture coated her eyes, as she took in everything he was saying. Thinking on her past relationships she couldn't imagine any of the previous men she dated, would have willingly given up their jobs for the chance to be with her. Even though Elliot was declaring his willingness to do that, she couldn't help but wonder.

"Do you ever worry that our relationship is the job?" Olivia spoke softly, almost afraid to put her thoughts into words.

"What do you mean?" Elliot furrowed his brows.

"Do you ever worry we won't be as close, or as in sync, if we aren't working together? Maybe the reason our feelings are so strong is because we have so much in common? We work together, have a lot of the same hours, I don't know Elliot, we bond over that stuff? We celebrate the W's, and comfort each other over our losses."

"So if I lose a case, and a perp goes free, and I come home after working a 16 hour day, will you no longer comfort me? Or ask me how my day went?" Elliot questioned.

"Of course I would," Olivia rolled her eyes.

"It might actually be nice, asking you how your day was, and not knowing the answer," Elliot tried to explain. "Or are you worried if I don't work for you anymore, who's gonna hide under your desk, and go down on you after hours?"

Olivia gasped, his hand hadn't moved off her leg, and his words alone created a warm sensation in her gut.

Olivia slapped his shoulder, "That's not what I was talking about at all, you ass!"

Elliot grinned, "No Olivia, I'm not worried that our relationship will fall to pieces if we don't work together. SVU may be what brought us together, but our hearts will keep us together. They're a million reasons we shouldn't be together. But my whole life I've felt like somethings missing, that I wasn't fulfilled no matter what I did, or what I achieved. Then I met you, and I realized it was you. You're what was missing. Because somehow you carry the other part of my heart. I'm only me, I'm only whole, when I'm with you. I don't care how cheesy that sounds…"

Olivia chuckled as she swiped a rogue tear that had escaped her eye.

"You're sure?" she confirmed, "Because once we disclose-"

"I'm one thousand percent sure," Elliot nodded, giving her thigh a firm squeeze.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but at the end of the day, I don't just love you, I like you too. You're my best friend. We share multiple interests, we have the same morals, the same hopes, and dreams for our future?"

"And just what are those dreams Detective?" Olivia inquired, now that they were sharing, opening up, she wanted to know everything.

Elliot gave her a small smile, "I wanna grow old with you, surrounded by our kids, and grandkids. I need you, and everything that encompasses."

Olivia was trying to concentrate on what he was saying, she really was, but his hand on her thigh had been a constant distraction from the moment he sat down.

She furrowed her brows, "Uhhh, ye-esss, I agree, you, we-are what I want. I found everything I was ever searching for within you."

Olivia took a deep breath, "Sure in a perfect world we'd be closer in age. And okay you wouldn't be my employee either-"

Elliot cut her off, "Was there a positive point you were trying to make?"

"What I'm trying to say is, Stabler, I may be older than you, and I may have taught you a thing or two in the bedroom, but truth be told, we're both in uncharted territory. Maybe I've been in more relationships than you, but I've never lived with anyone before, I've never loved anyone before," Olivia confessed.

"Re-really?" Elliot gulped, seeing her shake her head 'no.'

Elliot continued to stroke her leg, inching his hand further up her thigh, under his boxer shorts. He smiled, "So we're venturing down this new path together? I don't know about you, but I'm excited, honoured really, to be the first guy that you're willing to take this next step with…"

Olivia could hear him talking, but she could also feel her body responding to his touch. That warm feeling he had ignited in her lower abdomen had gone from a single match, to a blazing bonfire. She prayed he didn't look at her chest, because she felt like her nipples could cut through glass. Her apartment was suffering from the same heat as the rest of New York was, she had no plausible explanation for her nipples to be straining against his tank top. She knew her chest, and cheeks were flushed, and goosebumps were popping up all over her body.

Four. She'd already had four orgasms in as many hours. She couldn't understand her sudden libido. Yes they were sexually compatible, and had experimented together in more positions and places than she had with any past lover. But the way she had been feeling the past month, or so seemed a little ridiculous. Ever since she got over that nasty flu, that lingered for a couple months, they had been going at it like bunnies, almost on every occasion they were together, he was giving her multiple orgasms. It didn't even matter if they were in a fight, just thinking about him, could make her horny.

She could still hear him talking as she eyed his open shirt, and vest. She could physically count the number of abs, adorning his torso. They flexed, and relaxed as he breathed in, and out. Olivia had the sudden urge to trace each indentation with her tongue, she licked her lips, and dropped her legs off the couch so that she could push him to lay down on the cushions, she wanted to straddle his lower body.

"Are you listening to me?" Elliot asked, before she could put her plan into place, he noticed her eyes were glazed over.

"Huh?" Olivia had barely heard his question as he gripped both her biceps softly, stilling her in place.

Elliot let out a soft laugh, "Did you hear anything I just said?"

"Ummm," Olivia bit her bottom lip.

"What has gotten into you?" Elliot inquired, quirking one of his bushy eyebrows.

Olivia rubbed her hands up, and down her face. "You!" she exclaimed suddenly, dropping her hands, and pushing them outwards, causing his hands to fall too.

Olivia stood up, "Fuck! I don't know what you've done to me, but it's you! It's you, who's gotten into me. I'm never like this. I thought once we finally crossed that line, that we would settle down. Our 'honeymoon' stage would sizzle out, but it hasn't! If anything, I find myself wanting to be with you even more. And not just sex," Olivia laughed sardonically, "Shit I just want to feel close to you at times. It's like my brain and body reach out for you. Sometimes I just need your hand on me, or I find myself needing to hear your voice, it-you sooth me somehow, I don't-"

"I feel the same," Elliot confessed, bringing her rant to an end, "There's nothing wrong with being physically attracted to your significant other, as long as we continue to build on the other facets of our relationship. The emotional part, work on our friendship, and communication. I feel like I can have a full conversation with you through our eyes, and body language, not even uttering a single world. And if the past week, and our first real fight is any indication, maybe we rely on that unspoken connection too much. We assume, and interpret things the wrong way, and we both get mad, when what we really needed to do was talk things through. I think it's something we both suck at, and it's something we can only improve on together."

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, she nearly seethed as they brushed across her swollen buds. "Really?" she asked in a timid voice, slightly embarrassed by her outburst.

Elliot nodded, taking a moment to take in the strong, smart, sexy woman standing before him.

A woman, who loved him, and needed him just as much as he needed her.

"Come 'ere," he demanded in a husky tone.

Olivia crossed her legs as she stood in front of him, he knew that tone of voice did something to her. "El, don't tease me…"

Elliot pat his lap, then leaned back against the couch, he spread his legs, and laid his arms outstretched on the back of the sofa.

"Come here Captain, now," Elliot left no room for arguments.

"Ahhh," Olivia didn't wait a moment longer, and stepped forward, ready to pounce on her young Detective. Just as she raised her first leg, Elliot sat up, and placed his hands on her hips.

"As sexy as my clothes look on you…" Elliot yanked on the baby blue shorts, smirking as they easily fell down her legs to her ankles. The white tank top she was wearing covered her nether region, blocking his view for the moment.

Olivia kicked off the shorts, leaving them on the floor, she placed both knees on either side of his legs, pressing her hands on his bare chest, together they fell back against the couch. His hands found their place on her legs again, while hers moved to finally remove his shirt, and vest. He allowed his hands to leave her smooth silky skin for the minute it took her to divest him of his clothes. His tie was the only garment left on his upper body.

They both smiled when she was done, "Better, much better," she said, as she slid her hands all over his torso, and shoulders, another part of his anatomy that she was rather found of.

Elliot grinned, as he nodded. His hands snaked under his new favourite tank top, coming to rest on another favourite place of his girlfriend's body, her ass cheeks filled his palms.

"Mmmm," Elliot moaned, as his mouth was suddenly filled with her tongue.

Olivia grabbed both his cheeks roughly, angling his head to deepen their kiss, she could feel the beginning of his five o'clock shadow on his face.

"Ah, owww," Elliot groaned.

Olivia pulled back as she recognized a groan of pain, rather than pleasure. Instantly she realized why he was hurting. The cut Tucker had accidentally placed on his cheek had opened up again.

"Oh my God, El I'm so sorry, let me grab my first aid kit, I'll clean it up-Ohhh!"

Elliot had stood from the couch, palming her ass, he placed her back on the sofa. Leaning over he kissed her forehead, "It's okay, I got it, just tell me where it is."

"You sure?" Olivia asked, kneeling on the couch, and rubbing his hips, in a soothing manner.

Elliot nodded, thrumming his fingers through her long dark, wavy hair.

"Under the vanity in the bathroom, it's a white box," Olivia directed, sitting back on her calves, she watched her lover leave the room. She knew he had a thing for her ass, but really the man had one of the best derrières that she had ever had the privilege of touching. Olivia leaned her head back on the couch, as she waited for Elliot to return from cleaning his cut.

Her head popped off the back of the sofa when she heard the unmistakable sound of something falling on the floor in her bathroom. Groaning, wondering just what kind of mess Elliot was making, she stood from her couch when she noticed Elliot had returned to her living room with a box in his hand, however it wasn't the box she had been expecting.

She gave him a confused look as he stared at the box of tampons in his hands.

"Liv," he started in a soft voice.

"Have you noticed you haven't had a period since we've been together?" Finally he looked up from the box, and their eyes connected from across the room.

She expected any other person would look scared, or downright terrified in this situation. She knew she probably did. But he didn't, he looked calm, or if anything she thought he appeared cautiously optimistic.

Olivia opened her mouth to respond, but realized even she didn't know what to say. She scanned her brain trying to go back, and think about what he was asking, or implying.

"I-uhhh, ummm," was all that came from her mouth, as she stood before him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming catastrophe.

A/N 1: There are some serious Negative Nancies in this fandom. Why were people SO quick to hate Tia, and dub Elliot a manwhore. Unpopular opinion: Elliot has tried a couple times now to invite Olivia to spend time together outside of work. She keeps putting it off (she has her legitimate reasons), so does that mean he's suppose to wait forever to hang out with another woman? Personally I wanna see them do the horizontal tango as much as the next person, but they need to talk first (apparently), and they can't do that if she keeps putting him off. But shit half this fandom was ready to burn him at the stake, some people need to take a minute before they spout their hateful thoughts all over the internet. This was just another example of people being too quick to judge. Take a breath, take a moment, before you 'cancel' someone, fictional character, or real life person too.

A/N 2: Just want to point out because someone sent me a weird message about updating my stories and how I shouldn't update just because people ask me to? They said it's obvious to readers when writer's rush to post a chapter just because people demanded it, especially short chapters, or chapters that end on a cliffhanger?

Just to clarify, if I'm NOT updating at least one of my stories 1-2x a week, it's because I physically am unable to do so. There are days, and sometimes even weeks, when I'm so unwell, I can't even hold my phone, let alone write a chapter. I never purposely don't update, to "hold my audience hostage." Or the opposite, I never update quickly just because people ask. When I do update quickly or with a short chapter after a cliff hanger it's because I don't like being left on the edge, nor do I like leaving people on the edge either (that may sound dirty or my mind just lives in the gutter I dunno lol). I will admit that some comments, inspire me to write more than I probably would have, had I not been encouraged. This was suppose to be a short chapter, 2k words max. Don't know how it got away from me…

Anyways I just wanted to clarify. These are my stories. My words. And I will update as promptly as I can, as my health allows me, but I don't feel pressure from people commenting "update soon," and I'll never post a chapter that feels too rushed. And I enjoy when people review, "update soon," means they want to read more right?

Happy Hump Day! Hope I did this scene justice.