Protégé

A/N: Picks up from where we left off in Chapter 45, our happy couple were resting in Elliot's bed at his parent's house. Still rated M, not for any young ones. Hope anyone getting walloped by another winter storm today and later this week stay safe! And prayers to all those in California.

A/N 2: Posting this for anyone that will need some sickening sweet EO after tomorrow's long awaited episode. So whether you're reading this in celebration of EO's first physically intimate moment, or in sorrow because it ended up not being what you hoped for, I hope this soothes your soul.

Disclaimer: If I owned SVU, I wouldn't want to be their neighbours, because their headboard would be constantly thumping against the wall.

Chapter 46

Thursday Night, Detective Elliot Stabler's Bedroom, Stabler Residence, Summer 2013

Elliot moaned as he turned in his sleep. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but Olivia twisted with him until she was laying half on her side, and half on her stomach, her hands tucked underneath the pillow her head was resting on. The moon was shining bright through his open window, he never did close it, or his blinds. He could clearly make out the contours of his girlfriend's body.

Elliot laid on his side, and ran his hand up and down her smooth back, pushing his quilt down a little bit further each time, until the curve of her plump butt cheeks came into view. Her back was shining from the perspiration dotting her skin. He couldn't help admiring the view, as his eyes tried to memorize every inch of skin on display. Her dark hair stood out on his cream coloured pillow, he hoped her scent would linger on his sheets for days. Her hands were hiding under his pillow, but it gave him an unimpeded view of the side of her breast. He ran the back of his index finger from her strong shoulder, down her side, making sure his touch was firm enough not to tickle. He swiped the side of her breast repeatedly, the angle she was laying on, kept her nipple just out of view.

He kissed her shoulder sloppily in his sleepy state, enjoying the taste of her salty skin, as he closed his eyes.

Olivia moaned and turned her head towards him as he covered more of her body with his. Opening his eyes again, he tried to focus on the time that his digital clock showed.

He pushed his hips forward, his cock restored to it's previous state, a condition he often found himself in when he was around her, hard as a steel pipe.

"Liv," he whispered, as his erection continued to prod against her lower back.

Olivia gave a, "Hmphhh," sound, and completely flattened out, but spread her legs open, bringing one leg up towards her chest.

"El," she whimpered, and wiggled her ass ever so slightly as she ground her core into his sheets.

Elliot coated her body with his, even in his semiconscious state, he tried to put most of his weight through his lower body. He used his legs which were resting in between both of hers, to push her leg further up, and out, opening her up even more.

They were both still half asleep, but their body's yearned for one another. His shaft found its way to her slick core. He bucked as the head of his dick, dipped into the fluid pooling at her entrance.

"Mmmm, ahhh," Olivia groaned loudly.

She grabbed Elliot's hand that had been gripping the pillow under her head, and pulled.

Elliot grumbled, "Fucking hell," as she covered her own mouth with his hand.

He could feel the vibration from her groans against his hand, as he pushed further inside. He slipped in fairly easily, her walls slick from her aroused state. His navel was flush against her ass, her cheeks cradled between his hip bones.

He pulled back slowly, feeling every inch of his cock drag along her warm tunnel.

Elliot snapped his hips forward, her cheeks slapping against his sparse happy trail.

The room was silent aside from Olivia's muffled moans, and his heavy breathing. It was completely silent in his house, the other unaware occupants he hoped were sound asleep. The only other noise he could hear, was the obscene sounds coming from their body's as he pistoned his hips, his defined 'V' smacking against her ass with every thrust, and the slick wet sound they made as his dick strained inside her warm core. He felt like his erection had a million different nerve endings as he slid in and out of her trembling body. He could feel her walls moulding around his shaft, squeezing him with each pass.

His hips, ass, and thighs began to burn from exertion, as he chased their mutual orgasms. He slid his free hand up his sheets until it met hers under the pillow. He intertwined their fingers as together they pressed against his mattress.

"Ah-hh-hh," he stuttered as Olivia bit down on his palm, that she held over her mouth. He could feel the air exit her lungs hastily. Suddenly her head arched backwards and her hips froze in the air. Her body resembled a bow, curved from her head to her toes, taught with pent up tension.

Elliot clamped his mouth on her bare shoulder, as he lost any rhythm they had created. He twitched as he felt himself jerk inside her, painting the deepest parts of her with his seed.

"I-I-unghhh," Elliot mumbled against her smooth skin. He felt the spasms run through her body, as she writhed beneath him, he had a feeling she bit his hand so hard she may have drawn blood.

He panted as he rested his head on her shoulder, his heavy exhales were causing her hair to move too. He felt her kiss the spot on his palm that her teeth had clamped down on.

Elliot nudged the side of her face with his nose, nuzzling her cheek, he slowly kissed her closed eyelids, as she released his hand.

"Mmmm," Olivia purred, turning over in his embrace, he grunted as his cock slipped from it's warm wet haven. He settled against her, somehow using her chest as his pillow, this time, he curled his body around her side.

He felt a nice breeze against his bare back, and refusing to open his eyes, he pulled his quilt back over their cooling bodies, wrapping his spent body back around hers. He hugged her hips, even in his exhausted state he was careful not to place his heavy arm over her belly. He kissed whatever skin was directly under his mouth, which he was pleasantly surprised to find was her breast. He considered moving so that he could cover her upper body with his blanket, but aside from her perky breasts and swollen nipples, she didn't appear to be cold, no visible goosebumps were crawling over her skin.

This was how he wanted to fall asleep every night, which was his final thought as he drifted off.

Friday Morning, Detective Elliot Stabler's Bedroom, Summer 2013

Olivia slapped her hand over her eyes as the sun entered through the open blind, and window. She wasn't sure if that was what woke her up, or if her internal clock had gone off, she was so use to waking up before 7am most mornings.

She frowned when she heard a sound again, a weird buzzing, that she belatedly realized was her phone, her alarm to be more precise; for her birth control that she took every morning before work.

Olivia snorted, so much for that pill, she thought, as she reached for her cell that she had left on his bedside table.

"Mmmm," Elliot grunted as she moved, but it was her that was gasping when he opened his mouth, his warm breathy exhales coasting across her bare chest.

Olivia's eyes snapped open. Elliot. Window. Table. Cell. Naked. A million thoughts were flying through her head, the most prevalent was that she had not rested for a few minutes like she originally planned, but she had fallen into a much deeper sleep. She wasn't all that surprised, it took her months to admit it but she always slept better when he was beside her.

She somewhat remembered waking up not long after they had dozed off, for round 2. They both must have conked out after that, judging by their nakedness, and the time of day.

Olivia glanced around his room, her eyes landing on his closed door, she could only imagine how much longer it would remain shut before his Mother, or worse his Father, made an appearance through it.

Olivia trembled as her boyfriend moved again, this time sucking a piece of skin into his mouth, which was bordering her areola, she knew when she showered later and looked at her body in her mirror that she would find the marks of love that he had left on her. She would never admit it, but a part of her loved to look down, and find a hickey on her breast. She also liked knowing that if he ever changed his shirt at work, that the other officer's could give him hell for the scratch marks on his back, she enjoyed being the only one to know what really lay beneath his suits.

Olivia took a deep breath to try to calm her body down. They didn't have time for round 3, did they? She glanced at the clock on the other bedside table, she shook her head, definitely no time, they were damn lucky they hadn't been caught as they were.

As quietly as she could, she detangled herself from her lover, stealthily she managed to replace her body with her pillow in his embrace, and tip-toed around his room, collecting any clothes of hers that she could find. She picked up the large blouse she had worn the previous night, and sighed heavily when she noticed most of her buttons missing from when Elliot had ripped it off her body. Olivia shivered as the memory played in her mind, but it was her body reacting again, it had to be her pregnancy hormones, she could never recall being so horny at any other time in her life. Standing in the middle of his room in her bra and leggings she was left with only one option, and grabbed the t-shirt he had been wearing when she showed up in his parent's backyard the previous night.

Olivia picked up her ruined shirt, and made her way over to one of his side tables, where the rest of her belongings were. Making sure she had everything she came with, she ran a hand through his shaggy bed hair.

"Mmmm," Elliot mumbled.

"El?" Olivia whispered.

"Mmhm…Livvvvvv," Elliot hummed into the pillow she had been using.

"El I gotta go," Olivia rubbed his back.

Finally he cracked an eye open, "Liv?"

He raised his head, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and he looked around his room in confusion.

"What the…? We fell asleep?" he inquired as he threw the quilt off his lower body, and sat up on the side of his bed, before quickly getting to his feet.

Olivia tried to stop him, but before she knew it he was standing a couple inches from her, naked.

"I-uh-" she stuttered as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, in an effort to calm her nerves and raging hormones. This was a mistake, she inhaled a scent that caused the warm sensation in her lower abdomen to grow. His room smelled like him, thankfully they had fallen asleep with his window open, and the night breeze had dispersed the smell of sex that had lingered from their late night activities.

Elliot grinned down at her, he loved how her body reacted to his, as he placed his hands on her hips.

Olivia's eyes snapped open, and she pushed him back, until he sat down on his bed. She took a step away from him as he attempted to pull her on top of him.

She smiled when he pouted, but he one upped her again when in the next moment he spread his legs, feet firmly planted on the carpeted floor, and leaned back on his hands.

Olivia was the one frowning, as Elliot grinned tilting his head to one side. His entire body was on display in the bright morning light.

Olivia gulped as her eyes scanned every visible inch of his skin. From his toned calves, up over his rugged knees. She followed along his firm thighs, recalling the strength she felt in them, when her feet would press against his legs as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her. She bit her lip as her perusal paused on his 5th appendage.

Olivia moaned as she noted how hard he was, even from a couple feet away she could make out every vein on his thick shaft. The same thick shaft that had brought her a fabulous orgasm, only hours before. She tried to slow her breathing as his cock stood erect, the head pressing against the hard 'V' at the base of his abdomen.

"Fuck," Olivia whispered, as she subconsciously licked her lips, having the sudden urge to drop to her knees between his spread thighs.

"We could if you'd come a little closer," Elliot nodded, flexing his muscles as he tried to entice his Captain with his body.

"You're so hard," Olivia raised an eyebrow as Elliot nodded in agreement, "You could probably rip right through these leggings with a couple hard thrusts." The head of his dick was a shade darker than the rest of his erection, the tip was slick, she could see his precum slipping out of the small slit at the top. He wasn't just long, but just like his fingers, his cock was thick, it still amazed her at times that he even fit inside her. He was the perfect size, not too large that it hurt, but it was always snug, her core moulded around his warm shaft.

Elliot grinned, he was pretty sure his girlfriend didn't realize she had spoken some of her thoughts out loud.

Some birds chirped from outside his open window, breaking Olivia's concentration.

"Wait what-no what am I doing? I have to go," she looked towards his closed door again, "Seriously El I'm lucky no one has come up here yet this morning," Olivia turned around, and bent over to grab her purse.

"Ah fuck, that's not fair," Elliot practically whimpered seeing her ass in her paper thin leggings, "And you're wearing my shirt?" he groaned, seeing Stabler printed on her back, he collapsed down, lying flat on his bed. Seeing her with his name, did something to his mind, body, and soul.

Olivia smiled warmly, a smirk appearing on her face, "And if you're a good boy and you help me get out of here without getting caught, maybe I'll wear the shirt for you again, just the shirt."

Olivia leaned over the foot of his bed and placed a quick kiss on his pouting lips. Elliot reached up and threaded his fingers through her silky locks, cupping the back of her head. It was an odd position, kissing somebody sideways but they made it work. Elliot opened his mouth and sucked on her lower lip. He was just about to slip his tongue into her mouth when he heard a door creak open downstairs.

"Hey Elliot you up?"

Olivia rolled her eyes and kneeled on the floor, before she crawled under his bed, mumbling under her breath about the absurdity of their situation, and how silly she felt, being a grown woman, and police Captain, hiding under her boyfriend's bed, as Elliot sprang into action, darting off his bed, he grabbed the first pair of bottoms he could find, and pulled them on, cringing as his boxers restrained his erection.

"Knock, knock," a woman's voice called from the other side of his bedroom door, "You decent bro?"

Elliot looked back over his shoulder, other than his disheveled bed, he didn't see any other signs of Olivia's presence in his room. He took a deep breath, and opened his door.

"Hey what's up, you need something?" Elliot asked, trying to sound casual. He kept his lower half hidden behind his door.

His sister leaned on his doorframe and scanned the space behind him, "Good morning, how are you feeling?"

Still not fully awake it took him a second before he realized his sister was seeing his bandaged wound for the first time, he hadn't thought to throw on a shirt in his haste to open his door.

"I'm good, thanks for asking," Elliot smiled.

"Hmmm, you uh-you sleep okay?" his sister quirked an eyebrow.

Elliot had multiple brothers and sisters, but Claire was the closest to him in age, and her bedroom was directly beneath his attic sanctuary.

"Ummm, yeah it was-I got a few hours," Elliot bobbed his head.

"Yeah? 'Cause it sounded like you were really restless at times, lots of tossing and turning?" Elliot laughed internally, his sister was going to school to become a nurse, but she could easily have held her own as an interrogator.

Elliot tried not to look back at his bed, "Uh yeah I guess I had trouble settling down, but once I was out I got a few solid hours."

"Well that's good, your body needs rest, that's how you'll heal, and speaking of rest and taking it easy," she continued, "Mom's preparing you breakfast in bed so-"

His sister paused as they both heard footsteps below them, he was suddenly thankful for the old floorboards in their house.

"Why don't I go give her a hand with that? Give you a couple minutes to freshen up?" Elliot watched as his sister turned, and descended down the stairs.

He closed his door and walked to his table, grabbing the climbing gear they had used the night before.

Olivia was just getting to her feet, securing her purse over her shoulder as she met him at his window.

"Sorry for rushing," Elliot apologized as they worked together to make sure she was secured in the harness.

"This isn't how I like to wake up in the morning," he continued.

Olivia pecked his lips, "It's okay El."

"Just another reason for us to find a place, the sooner the better," Elliot suggested after hooking up the rope. He tried not to think about the last time they used it, when she tied him to his headboard. He was pretty sure he'd never be able to rock climb with that rope again, without getting a hard on.

"We'll talk alright? Text me, let me know when you think you'll be free to leave your house again."

Elliot helped her climb out his window, and watched until her feet were back on the ground. He pulled up his climbing gear as quick as he could, and just before she darted out of sight he heard her call out, "I love you."

He couldn't help the smile that came over him, as he got comfortable in bed.

"Here Mom let me help you with that," he heard Claire shout below him.

"Why are you yelling?" Bernie inquired as her eldest daughter opened the door leading to the rickety staircase.

Elliot appreciated the heads up, but quickly realized his sister had probably heard them at some point during the night. He wasn't sure if she knew exactly who spent the night, or if she just knew he did in fact have an adult sleepover.

His Mother dotted on him for half an hour, making sure he ate every bite of his breakfast, while cleaning up some of the clutter on his desk, before finally leaving him to get some more sleep.

He was pretty sure his Mom didn't see or smell anything, but as he snuggled down into his pillow, his hands brushed against a different soft material underneath it. He lifted his pillow to see that Olivia had left her torn blouse under where he rested his head. Making his pillow smell like her, he inhaled her scent.

He resumed trying to get comfortable and turned his head towards one of his side tables.

A grin, larger than any that had ever appeared on his face before, he couldn't contain. There on his table, positioned against his lamp on an angle that only he could see from the head of his bed, sat a black and white picture. An ultrasound image. Olivia had sneakily placed a photo of Baby Benson on his table. It would be the last image he saw every night as he fell asleep, and the first thing he'd see every morning.

God, he loved that woman.

A/N: So sweet my teeth hurt just from writing this fluff. Hopefully we won't need it after this weeks episode, but I have a feeling the promo isn't going to take place in a romantic circumstance…(Sorry to be a negative Nancy, that's the pessimist in me).

A/N 2: Drop me a comment or review if you're feeling generous. They're all appreciated.