Protégé
A/N: SURPRISE Saturday, midnight update. Picks up where Chapter 37 left off. This is just a shit ton of fluff. I have no idea where this came from. Happy reading, barely rated M, I think. Shorter Chapter (by my standards).
Disclaimer: Just playing pretend, they're not really mine.
Chapter 38
Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment
"Liv?" Elliot had never seen this particular look on his girlfriend as he stood feet away, holding her box of tampons in his hands.
"Are you gonna say anything or…?" Elliot trailed off. He thought he could actually see the blood drain from her face, leaving her looking pale, like she'd seen a ghost.
Elliot shook the box in his hands, noting how full it sounded. The movement seemed to snap her out of her frozen state.
Olivia walked towards him, "Give me that!" she said as she took the box from him.
"No I haven't had a period, but I'm on birth control El," she informed him as she went to retrieve her first aid kit. Quickly swapping the boxes under her vanity in the bathroom, she returned to find Elliot sitting on her couch.
"And you've never missed a dose?" Elliot asked, a perplexed expression covering his face. He knew the symptoms. He'd witnessed his mother go through multiple pregnancies, and although he knew every woman was different, he couldn't help all the things that were suddenly falling into place.
Olivia paused, "Well, I mean I can't swear that I've taken every single pill at the precise time like I'm suppose to."
She sat down beside him on the sofa, placing her first aid kit between them. Taking an alcohol swab, she used it to clean his cut. She had expected him to grimace from the pain, but instead saw a smile form on his face, his eyes were shining, not with unshed tears, but sparkling with happiness, hopefulness.
"So you could be?" Elliot whispered between them, as if they were in a crowded room and he didn't want anyone else to hear.
"Wh-what no, I mean okay technically, but-El they would have told me when I had my physical. They did routine bloodwork, which I know included a pregnancy test, all my bloodwork came back normal," Olivia explained as she place a butterfly bandage on the gash his Uncle had accidentally created.
Elliot nodded, "You mean the physical that was compromised by the corrupt lab that admitted they changed officer's results?"
"I-ummm, huh," Olivia huffed staring at a blank point on the wall behind him.
"Look at you, you're already a natural, the way you care for people, your empathy and sympathy, God knows I'm giving you the skills you'll need to clean scrapes, and wipe away tears," Elliot touched his swollen cheek carefully.
"It's easy enough to disprove if you're not," he conceded, hoping she was wrong, and currently living in denial because she was scared, not because she didn't want kids.
"There's a convenience store across the street, it opens at 6am, I guess I could take a test, but I'm telling you El, I'm not…" Olivia couldn't wrap her head around their situation.
"Shouldn't you be freaking out?" Olivia narrowed her eyes accusingly at Elliot, who had been rubbing her leg. "Why aren't you freaking out?"
Elliot shrugged, the silly smile still plastered on his face. He moved his hands to her shoulders, trying to massage her stress away. His suit pants, and tie were the only clothing that remained on his body, and he was pleased to see his tank top on her. He was thankful for the cheap thin material, as it allowed him to practically see through the shirt.
"Told you I want kids," he mumbled as he leaned towards her, and kissed her cheek, working his way down her jawline.
"Yes but in the future, not in your twenties," Olivia replied breathlessly, trying and failing to ignore the sensations her young lover was reawakening in her.
Elliot moved, using his body to maneuver them, she laid down on the couch underneath him.
Propping himself up on one elbow Elliot smoothed his lips down her chest, tugging one side of his wifebeater down her arm, freeing one of her voluptuous breasts. He could've sworn her breasts were larger, and the more he thought about it, her nipples seemed more sensitive than lately. He immediately zoned in on her hard bud, sucking it into his mouth, before he flicked it back and forth with his tongue. Using his spare hand he slowly pushed the bottom of his shirt up her abdomen, stopping to massage the tight skin over her stomach.
Elliot felt like an animal as he worked his way down her body, rubbing his erection against her leg.
His lips met the smooth skin of her abdomen, Elliot kissed his way towards her bellybutton, as his thrusts were getting harder. He felt like he was humping her leg, he knew he was about to blow-
"Oh my God are you serious?!" Olivia pushed him to the side, easily slipping out from underneath him. He watched as she stood up from the couch, fixing his shirt that she was wearing.
Elliot blinked, he couldn't help staring at her abdomen, that was eye level with him.
"Elliot!" she exhaled loudly.
"Wh-at why'd you stop?" Elliot asked in confusion, stating up at her.
"This is, my God, you actually want this don't you? You hope I'm pregnant!" Olivia gasped.
"Ummm," Elliot wasn't quite sure how to answer her.
Olivia placed her hands on her stomach, "The thought of me being pregnant with your child… It turns you on."
"What? No…" Elliot wasn't sure if he should be offended or not.
"Oh really?" Olivia countered.
She reached down, grabbing the hem of his shirt, she slowly tugged it up, revealing her abdomen inch by inch.
"So the thought of me carrying your baby, growing swollen with a child you put in me, my body changing, my breasts getting larger, everybody knowing we were together…"
Even through his black suit pants Olivia noticed him twitching as she spoke. Elliot grunted, and buried his head in her couch cushions.
"Fine, yes!" Elliot muttered into the sofa. "I'm a sick son of a bitch, happy? Cause the thought of you carrying my kid is a total turn on, even if my parents think we'll burn in hell for having coitus outside of marriage. When I picture my future, the family I hope I get the chance to love one day, I see a bunch of mini you's running around. A gaggle of brown haired boys and girls, with big brown eyes, and part of me wants them now. I know I'm young and I should want to be enjoying my bachelor years, but all I want is more time with you. Whether that time is by ourselves or not, well that seems to be more up to you, and God I guess."
Olivia was floored by his admission. She hadn't been expecting it, and found his dream for his future to be incredibly endearing.
Olivia knelt down beside the couch, and ran her fingers through his messy hair. He finally turned his head to look at her.
Olivia sighed loudly, "I'm sorry I just can't agree to that picture you're imagining. It's not what I want for my future."
Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, "But I thought you wanted kids?"
Olivia kept rubbing his head, giving him opposing thoughts, her words were denying him, but her body continued to seek out his.
Olivia nodded, a sad expression on her conflicted face, "I do, I do."
Something clicked in his brain, "Oh ohhhh, it's not that you don't want kids, it's-wow you don't want mine…"
Elliot sat up on the couch, hunched over he placed his elbows on his knees. Olivia scooted forward, her body stopping in between his spread legs. She reached forward, cupping his cheeks, and she brought his head up until she could look him in the eyes.
"In my dream, they have blue eyes."
Elliot quirked an eyebrow, "I'm sorry what?"
Olivia slowly smiled, "In my perfect dream, my future children don't have big brown eyes like me. They have bright blue eyes that can express every emotion under the sun, they get darker or lighter depending on how they're feeling. And they're not afraid of the moisture that can buildup and overflow from them, just like their Daddy's eyes do-"
Olivia gasped as Elliot grabbed her by her thighs, and with his arms resting under her ass, he hoisted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his ribs. Olivia grasped his cheeks, smiling brightly as she used her thumbs to wipe away the couple of tears that had escaped.
Olivia sealed her mouth over his as he tried to safely navigate his way to her bedroom. Their tongues duelled as he banged into her doorframe.
"So-sorry," he muttered before placing her down on her bed. Leaning over her body Olivia tugged on his tie, pulling him along with her as she laid back down on her bed.
"Did you mean it?" Olivia could feel his warm breath breeze over her swollen lips.
She nodded, "Every word."
Olivia propped herself up on her elbows, watching as her boyfriend and possible baby Daddy, stripped the rest of his clothes off.
"El," she called, sitting against her headboard while rubbing her long tanned legs together. Suddenly she was the impatient one.
Elliot walked back up her body on his hands and knees but suddenly found himself on his back, the closer he got to her.
"Oof!" Elliot barely had time to reorient himself, as her tongue slipped past his open lips.
He propped himself up against her pillows, as she straddled his lap, resting on his lower abdomen, he could feel the tip of his cock prodding her ass.
"Fuck Liv," he mumbled around her tongue and lips. He drove his hand into her long wavy locks, angling her head, and deepening their kiss.
He felt her hands on his chest, reacquainting herself with his flexing pecks, and abs.
Elliot broke their kiss, noting how plump her kiss swollen lips were, he paused grabbing both sides of his wifebeater that she was somehow still wearing.
"God knows, pregnant or not," Elliot took his time lowering his shirt down her arms, "That I'm gonna love you," he slowly kissed every inch of skin he was revealing, "Like no man has ever loved a woman before." He took extra time as he kissed the skin over her heart, he could feel it thumping below his lips.
Olivia dropped her head back, and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried not to cry. She didn't know what she ever did to deserve a man like Elliot.
"All you had to do was exist," he responded, and she gasped not realizing she had said it out loud.
He softly sucked on both her nipples, they were already so sensitive from all their earlier activities, he had her whining in moments.
"El please," Olivia cooed, she had begun rocking back, and forth against his lower abdomen, Elliot could feel her juices coating his skin.
He pushed her back slightly, and whipped his shirt off her body..
"Mmmm," Olivia hummed as his precum covered cock slipped between her butt cheeks.
Olivia maneuvered them until she felt his head pressing against her warm wet entrance.
Elliot subconsciously bucked his hips, "More," she gasped as she steadied herself on his broad shoulders. "Please, El I need you deeper."
Elliot nodded unable to speak. The sensations they had created were too much for him. He felt like a live wire. He grunted as he felt her walls moulding around his hard shaft, as she covered him inch by agonizing inch.
They both moaned as her butt came to rest on him, no space left between them. Elliot held onto her ass as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her breasts were pushed against his pecks, their nipples rubbing against the other's chest, providing an additional source of pleasure.
Neither spoke as they worked together to establish a pleasurable rhythm. He used his powerful hips, and butt, to thrust hard. His hands on her ass helped to support her movements. Elliot broke their kiss, unable to breathe, Olivia leaned her forehead against his, keeping them connected. They both panted as they careened towards their mutual climaxes.
Elliot thrust his hips up, as she established a rocking rhythm, her hips swaying against him.
Elliot was hypnotized, not by her grinding hips, or the way her thighs were trembling as she straddled him. It wasn't the sight of his dick coated in her juices, as he slid in, and out of her, or the way her hard buds teased the skin on his chest.
It was her eyes. The big brown eyes he had imagined their future children having too.
He was lost in the ocean, and her eyes were like a lighthouse, shining brightly through a storm, leading him home.
She was his home.
Elliot gave a particularly hard thrust as he stared into the eyes of the woman he loved. He heard, and felt her reaction. Her warm wet walls clenched, an early warning sign he had discovered, and her orgasm would follow shortly after.
Olivia had been equally lost in his gaze, she cried out as she felt herself going over the edge.
Moments later she felt the now familiar warm sensation in her lower belly that accompanied her boyfriend's climax.
She wasn't sure if she was trembling, if he was shaking, or if it was a combination of both of them as her orgasm wracked through her body. She clung to Elliot as her toes curled, she squeezed his hips with her knees, the pleasurable sensation was coursing through her veins, from her head to her toes.
Elliot released the firm grip he had on her ass, he could feel her moisture coating her inner thighs, as he brushed them from behind with his fingers. He knew they'd both be sporting bruises tomorrow from their escapades that day. He felt himself jerk as her walls contracted, holding him in place.
If she wasn't pregnant before, she definitely could be now, he thought as they slowly came down from their highs, loosening the grips they had on the other's body.
Elliot could feel both their hearts hammering, as they tried to catch their breath, her chest was still snuggly pressed against his.
He felt her shiver, and knew it was from her AC, not her orgasm. Taking care, he maneuvered them so she was laying on her back, her head on her pillow. Elliot pulled her light summer sheets over their satiated bodies.
Olivia wasn't sure how he managed to keep them connected as he easily moved her body. An aspect she feared in other men, she thoroughly enjoyed with him. His strength turned her on.
She felt him move to slip out of her body, "No stay," she requested, not yet ready to let him go. She didn't have to worry about acting needy with him, because she knew he needed her just as much.
Elliot gave her a small smile, and together they turned on their sides.
He slid his arm over her hip, his fingers resting on the top curve of her butt.
Elliot couldn't wipe the smile off his sore face as he felt her stomach pressed against his. As sleep and exhaustion took over his body, he found himself drifting off to the thought of his child, safe and secured, growing in her tummy between them.
"Love you," she sighed heavily, her eyes closing as she tried to fight to stay awake with him.
She didn't need to as he too gave in to his body's demand. "Love you two," he hummed feeling her body pressing against his wherever it could.
Elliot got up early the next morning to go to the convenience store. After falling asleep from exhaustion he woke up around five in the morning, unable to give in to the sandman again. As much as he didn't want to, he disentangled himself from his gorgeous girlfriend, and left her a note on his pillow stating he had gone to get a pregnancy test.
Elliot was whistling happily as he opened her apartment door. He couldn't help buying multiple boxes, one of every brand the store stocked.
He was surprised to see her coming out of her bathroom, wearing her bathrobe. She had a look on her face he wasn't quite able to place.
Olivia smiled sadly, seeing how excited he looked, the bag full of pregnancy tests swinging by his side.
"I'm sorry you went to the trouble, but uh I won't be needing those right now," Olivia stated. "I just got my period this morning," she clarified as she saw the confusion written all over his face.
"Oh, uhhh, right ummm," Elliot chuckled dryly, "Sorry I don't really know what to say, or do?"
Olivia had been disappointed when after being awoken by her bladder, she discovered the start of her period. She really did have to be more careful with her birth control moving forward, because clearly if her period could come back, she was not taking them regularly enough.
"It's okay, it's not like we were purposely trying, and let's face it the timing couldn't be worse," Olivia kept repeating these facts in her head, in an attempt to be relieved she wasn't currently pregnant with her employee's child.
Elliot nodded, "Right, ummm I dunno if I can return these?" he motioned to the plastic bag.
"Just stick them under the vanity for now," Olivia suggested, moving into the kitchen.
"You sure?" Elliot asked as she gave him a peck on the lips, on her way by.
Olivia nodded, turning her coffee maker on, and trying not to think about the brown haired, blue eyed children, that her and Elliot had been playing with in her dream.
A/N: Oy don't kill me…
A/N: Just to clarify for anyone reading Happy Holiday Hookups, each chapter is a separate fic, they are not connected in any way unless I state otherwise. They are all one shots.
When I say 'the end?' with a question mark, it's because I have an idea for more for that specific chapter, which I've said I will continueif there's a demand for it. I didn't mean the series was already over. But that my overactive (apparently horny) imagination could continue that chapter separately. Hope that made sense… pain killers, and fever, are making me loopy.
