Protégé

A/N: Barely rated M. Let me know if I was somehow able to almost redeem myself…It seems my writing reflects my own condition, so on the rollercoaster of life (aka this 9+ month hospital admission); when I'm high/doing good/making progress, my stories are light/funny/fluffy/smutty. When I'm low, EO fight/argue/breakup/date other people etcetc. I wonder what's happening to me when I'm writing them both ways… Good luck ;) And hop on my wild ride (in a non dirty way).

Disclaimer: Y'all would have whiplash if SVU were mine.

Chapter 39

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

Awkward. That was the only way to describe the last few days. After getting her period on Sunday, Elliot didn't know how to act around her. They had both confessed things the night before. Things they couldn't take back. He had been SO sure she was pregnant. The nausea, and vomiting that they had contributed to the coincidental flu going around at the same time, her larger, more sensitive breasts, and nipples. He would never have mentioned it but he thought she had gained a few pounds, her shirts all seemed tighter in the chest area, as her pants did around her waist, and ass.

He had so many questions. Did she want to start trying, purposely for a baby? Then again, she told him the timing couldn't be worse.

They had breakfast together late Sunday morning, and lounged lazily on her sofa, watching a random cooking show that neither were interested in, but neither wanted to object either, before he caught a cab ride home, informing her he had some files he wanted to look over before turning in for an early night.

Thankfully work kept him out of the precinct for most of the day on Monday. Anytime he was there, the moment he saw her, he'd make a beeline to the bathroom. When he finally worked up the courage to talk to her, she mysteriously had to answer a phone call nobody else heard.

When his day today worked out exactly the same, he decided enough was enough.

He banged on her apartment door, a bag of her favourite Chinese takeout, was hidden behind his back. He went directly from work, stripping off his suit jacket the moment he left the precinct.

Elliot checked his watch, it was almost 8pm but he swore she left the precinct around 7.

Raising his hand to knock once more, her door finally swung open.

"Hey," "Hi," they greeted one another at the same time.

Together they laughed awkwardly.

"Um, not that I don't love the surprise, but what are you doing here?" Olivia asked, leaning against her door frame.

"I come bearing gifts," Elliot explained, revealing takeout from her favourite restaurant from behind his back.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, intrigued, "Hmmm, and I thought food was suppose to be the way to a man's heart."

Elliot lowered the bag, the gleeful expression left his face to be replaced by a look of doubt, "Uhhh I just thought after the last couple days-"

"Of you avoiding me?" Olivia interrupted him.

"Me?" Elliot questioned aghast at her accusation. "You're the one who's been avoiding me!"

"Oh come on, I barely even saw you on Monday Elliot," Olivia huffed clearly annoyed, raising her voice.

"Yeah because Nick had us running around the whole damn city," Elliot tried to defend himself.

"Ughhh, just whatever, come in, I don't feel like giving my neighbours a free show," Olivia left her door open as she walked back into her apartment.

Elliot clocked her ass in a very short pair of cotton shorts, and a sweater he noticed had 'SVU' printed on the front. He left his suit jacket on a hook by her front door, and deposited their food on her kitchen counter.

"Cold?" he tipped his head as she sat down on her sofa, indicating her large hoodie.

Olivia shrugged, "Just wanted to feel cozy, sometimes I like to feel surrounded by a warm embrace, it's what I love about yo-"

She cut herself off clearly not feeling comfortable being vulnerable in front of him at that moment.

Elliot nodded, "Ummm are you hungry?"

She shrugged again, "Guess I could eat." She closed her laptop, and cleaned off the couch where she had been working, making room for him to join her.

Elliot thought she looked so young with her hair in a messy ponytail, in an over large hoodie, and bootie shorts.

"Thanks," Olivia smiled, taking the plate of Chinese that he had dished out for her. He left his plate on her coffee table, going back into the kitchen to grab them something to drink. Poking his head into her fridge he called, "Hey Liv, beer good, or you want something else?"

She didn't reply, instead Elliot heard her make an uncharacteristic noise, turning around he saw her practically toss her plate onto her coffee table, as she beelined to her bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Ummm was that a no to the beer?" Elliot looked down at the two bottles in his hand in confusion. She wasn't pregnant so technically there was no reason she couldn't drink.

He placed the bottles on her counter. Was offering her alcohol a couple days after discovering she wasn't pregnant…insensitive? he wondered in his head.

Elliot wandered over to her bathroom door, and tapped lightly on the surface, "Liv? Ummm, you okay?"

"Just give me a couple minutes Elliot," she replied in a choked voice. He could hear the tap running, and he walked away.

"'Kay," Elliot went back to the kitchen, and grabbed the bottles, plopping down on her sofa he switched the evening news to the Yankee game, and tried to patiently wait for his girlfriend to reappear. He cracked open one of the beers, bringing it to his lips, he drained half of it.

What was she even doing in there?

The colour drained from his face, Oh my God, he thought, she was trying to figure out a way to break up with him. That's why she was avoiding him at work, and why she could barely even look at him now.

He stood up, and began pacing around her small living room, half empty beer bottle in his hand. Should he end it first? He could recall Fin, and Munch once saying it's better to be the dumper than the dumpee.

Elliot shook his head, this was crazy. He didn't want to dump Olivia. Shit, he wanted to marry Olivia. Live with Olivia. Have a gaggle of kids with Olivia. Grow old with Olivia. He wanted-

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the bathroom door open, and a tear stained face Olivia appeared before him. He deposited his beer on one of her end tables, thinking he would need something stronger than beer if she broke up with him.

"Oh God," he whispered out loud.

"I-I-I don't know how to say this," she started, already struggling to speak.

Elliot gulped, he could feel the burn of unshed tears beginning behind his eyes, a tingling sensation started behind his upper nose.

"I didn't even know this could happen," she continued, her voice hoarse.

Elliot couldn't look at her as she said the words that would end their relationship, instead he stared at the floor.

"I guess it was just some super light bleeding, I assumed it was my period starting, which can also happen with birth control," Olivia informed him, still not quite grasping the situation herself.

Elliot heard what she said, but his brain couldn't compute the meaning of her words.

Olivia took a stick out of the pouch of her hoodie. She was suddenly thankful she had told Elliot to store the tests he had bought Sunday morning, under her vanity in her bathroom.

"Guess I am pregnant, according to this?" Olivia waved the pregnancy test in her hand.

Elliot finally raised his head to meet her eyes, all he heard was the words pregnancy test.

He saw the test in her grasp, "Pregnant?"

Olivia gave him the smallest tight lipped smile, and ducked her head like a shy school girl.

"Positive," she muttered.

"Ohhh!" Olivia exclaimed as Elliot ran towards her and scooped her up, his arms folded beneath her butt. He spun them around, as stray tears cascaded down his face.

"You're really? We're really? You and I…"

Olivia giggled as he made no sense, but kissed her abdomen that was level with his face, burying his head in her extra baggy hoodie.

"Pregnant, yes," she informed him, holding onto one of his shoulders, she threaded her fingers through his shaggy hair, holding him to her stomach.

Elliot lowered her slightly until he could reach her face, he tipped his head back as she leaned over him.

He sealed his lips over hers. The kiss wasn't messy, there were no tongues ravaging the others mouth.

It didn't leave them panting, gasping for breath. Instead it felt like a promise, to each other, for their future.

"I love you," he mumbled against her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip, he pulled back, releasing her, watching as her lips curled into a wide grin, baring her perfect teeth.

"We love you too," she replied, while wiping his face.

"Oh you're speaking for them already are you?" he chuckled, still holding her in his embrace, she crossed her ankles behind his back.

Olivia nodded, placing her forehead against his. "You're crying," she whispered.

"I'm so fucking happy," he confessed.

"Really?" Olivia laughed lightly. "You're not freaking out?"

"Not yet, we can freak out tomorrow, tonight let's celebrate!" Elliot planted kisses along her jaw.

"Mmmm, what uhhh, what'd you have in mind?" Olivia moaned.

"Well I'll go ahead and assume the smell of our dinner made you sick?" he asked, working his way down her neck.

"Uh huh, that's what took me so long in the bathroom, had to rinse my mouth, and brush my teeth," Olivia explained as she flipped the switch, going suddenly from nauseated to aroused.

"So you're not hungry?" Elliot sucked on her neck, knowing she'd have to use makeup in the morning. He was hiding bruises, she was hiding hickies, somehow he thought the blemishes she was getting, were far more pleasurable than the ones he kept getting.

"Not for food…" Olivia sighed happily, feeling them moving, she wasn't disappointed when she felt her bed beneath her.

She moved to crawl back towards her pillows, when his hands on her hips stopped her.

"Not so fast, I am hungry," his voice had dropped an octave.

Glancing down Olivia could make out the bulge in his beige suit pants. He was still wearing the same clothes he had worked in that day, indicating to her that he didn't go home, before getting her pre-pregnancy favourite food, and showing up at her door.

Elliot grabbed the sides of her short shorts, and tugged hard on them, he pulled them over her hips and ass, and worked them down her long legs.

He was pleasantly surprised as he kneeled on the floor at the foot of her bed to look up and see her slick folds, and not a pair of her panties.

"Really Olivia? No underwear?" Elliot groaned, he couldn't wait, he had to free the beast, he joked in his head, undoing his belt, and opening his pants. He felt instant relief, no longer confined in his slacks. He pushed down his pants, and boxer briefs just enough to release his cock from it's cotton prison.

Olivia tried to close her legs, to give herself some kind of relief too, but his hands on her legs stilled her movements again. "I wasn't expecting company," she told him, answering his question about her lack of panties.

"El please, it's not nice to keep a pregnant woman waiting," Olivia complained from her position on her bed. She expected Elliot to climb on top of her at any moment.

Elliot moaned, hearing her talk about herself being pregnant was too much for him. He knew he had never been so hard in his entire life, he really must have some weird kink, because the moment she confirmed her pregnancy he could feel his body respond, his dick going from soft to hard in minutes.

Elliot grabbed each of her legs, placing each one on his shoulders, he grasped her hips again, wrapping his hands around her until he was cupping her ass.

"Oh my God, ohhh!" Olivia exclaimed, once she realized his intent.

The way he had situated her body, it was as if she was being served up to him to feast on. He cradled her ass, one of her clenched cheeks in each hand, her thighs were resting on his shoulders, her calves pressed against his strong back.

"God, you look amazing like this, all wet and open…" Elliot trailed off, captivated by her body, by her arousal.

He took a deep breath, blowing on her puffy swollen folds. She shivered as his cool breath ghosted over her core. He could see a dollop of her fluids gathered at her puckered entrance. She was already so wet, he watched as her moisture dripped from her opening, down between her spread butt cheeks.

Inching forward, she was all he could smell. Her scent filled his nose, and he rolled his eyes, if he could bask in her scent for the rest of his life, he would die a happy man.

Elliot stuck out his tongue, and circled her clit, hearing her gasp above him, her thighs clenched around his head, squeezing his ears, he could no longer hear her heavy breathing, or the tiny whimpers that exuded from her throat.

" I! Elliot ahhh, fuck," Olivia chanted, shaking her head from side to side, her upper body thrashed around.

Still holding her ass in his hands, Olivia was unable to move her bottom half, only able to press her legs against his head, and back.

"More, Elliot come on," she huffed, covering her eyes with one arm, the other was white knuckling her sheets.

Using his tongue, he swirled it around her clit again, before wrapping his lips around the engorged bud, he sucked on it hard for a few moments, rubbing it vigorously off to one side, the way he knew she liked it. He released the bundle of nerves from his mouth. He was fighting his own battle, taking the time to pleasure her, when all he wanted was to sink his hard shaft into the molten heat gathered at her entrance. The molten heat he was plunging his tongue into.

Her legs squeezed his head even harder, as he scooped up as much of her fluid as he could. Enjoying her taste on his tongue, he bobbed his head, up and down, as he inched in deeper, and deeper each time.

This was the view Olivia was rewarded with, as she glanced down her body. He looked like he was bobbing for apples. Her lower half hung off the bed, completely supported by her young lover. His strength, and determination turned her on. She knew he must've been close to coming himself, but he was still taking the time to pleasure her first.

"Jesus Christ," she gasped. "Mmmm, El ahhh, I'm gonna comeeeee," she cried feeling her walls bare down on his wet tongue.

"Give it to me, fuck, give it to me Captain," Elliot mumbled against her flesh.

"Elliot!" Olivia screamed, her walls spasmed, and her body shook as she felt her orgasm wrack her from her head, to her toes.

Elliot tried to soak up her essence, feeling her hot fluids drip from her body. He could feel her body pulsating, the bundle of nerves at the apex of her core was peaking out from under its hood. His tongue and mouth was flooded by a rush of warm liquid, and he couldn't catch it all, as it dripped from his chin.

She was beautiful down there too. Different shades of pink, she was warm, and wet. Her core swollen, flooded by her arousal. He kept his tongue as stiff as he could, probing as deep as he was able to go, he tried to prolong her climax. He felt a hand push against his forehead, looking up her body he noticed she had removed her baggy sweater. All he could see was her hard stomach that had a gentle curve to it, and her swaying breasts that jiggled with every panting breath she took. They were capped off by two very hard, distended nipples. Nipples that he had every intention of getting into his mouth.

Trying to focus he looked past her breasts, in between the valley, to finally capture her eyes, tears of joy leaking from the corners.

Elliot squeezed her ass, with his fingers nestled in her butt crack, he noticed she had exuded so much moisture, it had dripped down between her cheeks. It coated his finger tips. Elliot slowly removed his tongue from her center, being careful not to touch her swollen clit, he licked and cleaned as much of her fluids as he could, massaging her ass as he did so.

When he was certain she wouldn't be able to take anymore stimulation without it becoming painful, he maneuvered their bodies. As much as he wanted to test the waters on her derrière, he knew tonight wasn't the night for that.

As per usual she voiced his thoughts, "Later El, tonight I need you, every inch of you."

Nodding to himself, he lifted and pushed until her lower body was firmly back on her bed. Elliot stood from his kneeled position, and Olivia covered her face in embarrassment, noting the wet stains on his work shirt, and tie.

Elliot quickly whipped off his clothes, not caring that he left them in a dirty heap on her floor. He dropped his pants, and boxers too, stepping out of his socks while he was at it, until he was standing in front of her butt naked.

Olivia peaked from behind her hands to see him crawling onto the bed. She noticed the wet patch on his lower abdomen. Placing her foot on his shoulder to halt his progress as he walked up her body she asked, "Di-did you already come?"

She watched as a flash of red coated his neck and head, "Couldn't hold back, you just-and you're so…" he tried to explain.

Olivia tipped her head back, "Fuck that's so sexy El. God I love you."

Elliot smirked, happy that she felt his inability to control his climax, was sexy and not just a part of their sex life that he failed at. He dipped his head down and smoothed his lips from the top of her mound, to her belly button. Looking up he caught her eye. "I love you," he stated, then kissed her stomach, "And you too," he declared.

"Ahhh!" Olivia gasped, as tears immediately flooded her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, and pinched the bridge of her nose, in an effort to stop her crying.

Elliot pushed himself up her bed, laying on his side, he paused, one hand over her body he wasn't sure where to touch her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he stammered, unsure of what he did, or why his girlfriend had been basking in her afterglow one minute, and balling her eyes out the next.

Olivia waved a hand in front of her face, "No no, it's me, and my hormones. That was just really sweet of you." She reached out, and grabbed his hand, placing it on the slight bulge they could both recognize it for what it was.

"This really does explain so much," he mused as he felt her hand cup his cheek. He leaned forward, and accepted her kiss, moaning when she angled their heads to deepen it.

Her hand left his cheek, leaving a cold sensation in her wake until he felt it somewhere else.

Elliot broke their kiss as he sucked in a breath, and slowly released it. Her hand wrapped around his dick, using the moisture from his previous orgasm she pumped her hand up, and down his hard shaft, making sure to swipe his tip every time she reached his head.

"You sure you can handle more?" Elliot hummed, his mouth inches from her ear.

Olivia chuckled, "Challenge accepted."

"This certainly explains your insatiable appetite lately…" Elliot joked. "I've barely been able to keep up with you."

Olivia laughed as she tugged him by his hip, cradling his body between her thighs. "Honey you could barely keep up with me before I was pregnant."

"Is that right-" Elliot challenged.

They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces that night. Elliot had trouble sleeping, but managed to only wake her up once during the night, his erection prodded her entrance, as he spooned her from behind. He knew she needed her rest, especially now while she was carrying his child.

After a round of morning shower sex, where Elliot was beyond thankful for the adhesive mat that covered her tub's floor, giving him a steady area to plant his feet as he held her against her slippery, cool, tiled wall. He left her apartment to head in early. He always kept a spare suit in his locker in the cribs.

Olivia couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she arrived at the 16th precinct. She was disappointed to see that Nick and Elliot were already out, trying to find people related to their current suspect, who had gone on the run.

She had just sat down in her office when Fin knocked on her office door.

"Enter," she called, hoping he'd hear her through her closed door.

"Hey baby girl-"

"Fin!" Olivia exclaimed happily, "You can't call me that at work anymore. I'm your boss, your Captain. I've got to set some boundaries from the rest of you, display my professionalism."

Fin laughed, "This coming from the woman who's banging her-"

"Do NOT," Olivia held up a finger, "Finish that sentence Tutuola!"

Still chuckling Fin held up both of his hands, "'Aight, anyways I just wanted to update you on-"

Fin was cut off again, this time by her ringing phone, "Sorry give me one minute," Olivia still smiled while answering her desk phone.

"Captain Benson," she answered her phone with her title and name, a habit she started doing as a rookie, that she never broke.

Fin watched as the blood drained from her face, leaving her skin a sick greyish colour. Her eyes bulged, and her jaw dropped. Her whole body appeared to shake, and the phone slipped from her grasp.

Rushing forward Fin slapped on the speaker, Nick's voice flooded the otherwise quiet office.

"Called for backup but it was too late he'd already been hit."

Fin could hear sirens blaring in the background.

"I applied pressure but there was so much blood Liv, he's unconscious."

Fin glanced at his Captain, holding her wrist he checked her pulse while Nick's voice continued to permeate his other thoughts, and his concern for his Captain.

The sirens they could hear weren't coming from any squad car. They were the sound, and pattern of an ambulance.

"I'm so sorry Liv, we didn't expect it, we were ambushed. Stabler took two hits before I even knew what was happening."

Fin watched in horror as Olivia's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body fell forward.

He was happy he had been there when she received Nick's frantic phone call. He didn't know what would have happened if he hadn't been in her office. He caught her before she fell out of her chair. Using her body's deadweight as momentum, he lowered her to the floor. Reaching into his pocket he dialed 911 on his cell, before screaming for Rollins, and Carisi, who had been in the squad room when he knocked on her door.

10 minutes later he found himself taking the same journey as Nick, riding in the back of an ambulance with an unconscious member of their squad, towards a hospital. He held her hand, and prayed they'd both make it out of this situation alive.

He knows he joked with both of them about their abnormal relationship, but when he witnessed them separately, then together, he realized he was in the company of one soul, that had found its other half, and was only made whole again, when those two had come together. Knowing them both he knew that neither would be able to live without the other.

A/N: Anything that happens medically, can in fact happen. I'm in a good place to fact check these things, although I have gotten a couple strange looks for asking questions about pregnancies…In my current condition.

A/N 2: I only came out of my hiding place to post this, imma headed right back in now.

A/N 3: Hoping to post the big Chapter 40 before SVU this week (or immediately after) in case this episode doesn't live up to all the hype and people need to read something distracting. Good luck to everyone watching on Thursday, I hope the episode is everything y'all are hoping for. I've stayed off of Twitter (for the most part) and away from any previews, and spoilers. So I'm just happy that I will hopefully be able to watch the fall finale live, assuming I'm not interrupted twenty times by drs and nurses who just love to come into my room between 9 and 10pm. Okay bye again!