Protégé

A/N: Can't believe this story is over 200,000 words, thank you to anybody who's read even 1 of those words! Happy reading! Flashbacks are in italics. This is rated M folks, and a bit longer than the last few short Chapters. Also I dunno exactly what Americans do for the 4th or how the days off actually work, so give me some leniency on this. I'm 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦 And happy long weekend, hope everyone has some fun, and stays safe!

A/N 2: I wrote this before Thursday's episodes but hopefully we've all survived! I haven't seen or read any spoilers, so I'm excited to see where the shows go.

A/N 3: I warn you this is cheesy as fuck, enjoy!

A/N 4: FOR THOSE READING THIS ON FFN… For some reason the website didn't update the previous Chapter 55 which I posted on Wednesday May 17th so make sure you go back and read that before this Chapter or parts won't make sense. Sorry for any inconvenience.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned SVU, I'd bring back Dana.

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Chapter 56

Thursday July 4th 2013, 16th Precinct Manhattan

Olivia was caught in a trance, and she knew it. Standing outside the 16th precinct on the sidewalk, her eyes were locked on one man.

It was the 4th of July, and the higher ups at 1PP decided it would be a good opportunity for police precincts all over New York City to open their doors to the public. The 16th was hosting a fundraiser starting around noon, and ending with some fireworks later in the evening.

Every unit was involved in a different way. There were charity auctions, silent auctions, arcade games, mugshots, a history of the NYPD (courtesy of Munch), and they had even transformed the parking lot across the street into a car wash, with all the proceeds being split evenly between all the units. They had closed the street at both ends outside the front of the precinct, which allowed food vendors, and carnival games to set up on the beautiful day. The skies were clear, and so far the only complaint was the rising heat.

This is where Olivia found herself on the hot, muggy afternoon. She had stepped outside for some fresh air, the SVU squad room was beginning to feel like a sauna, and she couldn't listen to Munch drone on about 20th century policing any longer. But as she paused on the sidewalk, looking around at all the food vendors, and people, her gaze locked onto the car wash across the street, or more specifically a certain young, fit, handsome Detective, who's NYPD issued white STAFF shirt, was soaking wet. After watching him for a few minutes his shirt wasn't the only thing that was drenched.

The morning after their run in with Serena, they had woken up in bed together, both their bodies had sought the other's in their sleep. It didn't take long with him only wearing his boxers, and her wearing his work shirt, for them to be begging the other for more.

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Tuesday Morning, Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment, Manhattan, July 2013

It was a pressure against her chest that brought her out of her restful slumber. Elliot's arm was wrapped around her torso, it had snuck under his open shirt at some point during the night, his hand and wrist settling over her breast. She could feel his steady breath against the back of her head and shoulder, he was still sound asleep as he pulled her body flush to his, not leaving an inch of space between them. She knew he wasn't conscious of his movements, but his arm wasn't the only part of his anatomy that had woken her up. His hips were pressing into her ass, which was half exposed from the way his dress shirt rode up during the night. Her breath caught in her throat as his hand moved again, lifting up to firmly cup her perky mound, she could feel her nipple harden against his palm. Olivia moaned softly, her throat felt raw from the tears, and sobs she had cried the night before, but they were long gone, replaced with a different kind of moisture that had gathered below her metaphorical belt.

Olivia reached behind her, resting her hand on his hip for a moment, she kept moving until she felt his large bulge through his shorts. It didn't take much, just a little stretching, and then she had succeeded. A gasp escaped her as his hard shaft prodded her derrière, free from the confines of his boxers, as his cock poked through the gap in the front.

Olivia heard him groan when their skin made contact. Unlike the previous night she was already wet, from their unconscious groping.

"Mmmm El," she whimpered as his hand squeezed her breast. She heard his breath hitch, his breathing changed as he too was coming out of a deep sleep.

"Livvvvvv," he mumbled, his tone deep, and gravelly from sleep.

Olivia lifted her leg just enough for his erection to slip between her inner thighs, sliding up and parting her slick folds.

"Unghhhh," Olivia bit the skin under her lips, clasping her them over and sucking it into her mouth. That action really woke him up, as her teeth sunk into his bicep.

"Ahhh, sh-shit," Elliot exclaimed, his brain was still trying to catch up to what was happening as his hips continued to thrust against her ass.

Thinking she bit him to wake him up, and stop his advances, with great effort he stilled his movements, "Shit Liv I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

he trailed off, while releasing her breast which he had only just realized he had been holding.

Elliot was surprised when her hand covered his and held him against her, he could feel her beaded nipple between his thick, rough fingers.

"Liv?" he inquired when she wiggled her ass against him as well.

"More El," she grunted, trying to get him to resume his movements below the waist too. The way his hard shaft was rubbing between her folds, from her perineum all the way up to her clit, had her trembling in his arms, moments from a much needed release.

"I got you," he promised, attaching his mouth to the base of her neck, the strong muscle that led from her neck to her shoulder.

She was about to sink her teeth into his bicep again when Elliot distracted her, by rubbing his thumb up and down her swollen nipple, giving a firm tug on her pebbled nub.

"I wanna hear you," he prompted, she could feel his breath on her ear.

"Unghhh, fu-fuck," Olivia moaned, "El, so good, you're so good, fuck I'm so wet, ummm you, God it's you."

Even in her aroused state, with her brain barely functioning, she knew a part of her younger lover was still feeling self conscious after the previous night, when her body and mind were so distracted that she couldn't even get aroused. She knew he would blame himself, and feel inadequate.

"Fuck Elliot, you got me so close, and you weren't even conscious yet," Olivia never wanted him to doubt himself in any aspect of their relationship ever again.

"Mmmm, come for me Liv, wanna feel you coat my cock," Elliot rasped.

"Ahhh shit, El, El, El," Olivia chanted unable to hold back.

Just as she felt an overwhelming sensation that started in her core, and spread outwards, the phone on her bedside table rang.

"Shit. Fuck." They both paused for a moment, "Don't answer it," he begged as she reached for her home phone. Not many people had her home phone number, so if anyone was calling on it, it was probably important.

"Be-Benson," she gasped as Elliot rubbed her bare thigh as she sat up against her headboard, trying to concentrate on the man on the phone, and not the man in her bed.

"Mmmm, hi Ch-Chief Do-Dodds," Olivia gave Elliot a stern look as he maneuvered his hand up the inside of her leg. He placed his mouth on the inside of her knee, a spot he knew was particularly sensitive for her.

"Ummm, hmmm? Okay, ye-yes I'm on it, I'll get ready and head in as soon as I can," Olivia closed her eyes, as Elliot laid down between her bent legs, staring up at her as he massaged her thighs, she could already see a mark forming on her inner knee from his mouth a moment ago.

"Keep you updated? Of co-course, mmhm, talk to you soon Chief, my cell?" Olivia looked around but quickly remembered she had dropped most of her work things the moment she got in her door. "I'll be sure to charge it, alright bye Chief!" Olivia nearly shouted the last word, and quickly shut her phone off before slapping it down on the bed.

"Don't you dare!" Olivia grasped Elliot's head, his tongue had been making a path towards her wet core. She pulled until he was forced to crawl up her body on his hands and knees. Looking between their bodies she could see his cock was still poking out of his boxers.

He flopped back onto the bed beside her, his bottom lip sticking out, "You have to go in?"

Olivia smiled, finding his pout adorable, "Duty calls. Rain check?"

Elliot frowned, his eyes traced her body, from her neck down to her exposed chest. She had never buttoned his shirt. Sitting there against her headboard, he could make out the curves of both her breasts, he wanted to run his mouth down that path, and in between the valley, feel both mounds press against his cheeks. His eyes lowered, coming to rest on her burgeoning belly. He truly couldn't pinpoint what part of her was turning him on more in that moment. Her large breasts with his shirt just keeping her nipples barely covered, her firm stomach protecting their growing bundle of joy, or the place he wanted to bury his tongue in and feast on for breakfast. Even now he could see a sheen of moisture between her legs, he could smell her arousal.

"Stop that," the words brought him out of his reverie, shaking his head he looked up and caught her eyes. He was pretty sure they looked like his, pupils dilated from arousal.

"Hmmm?" he grunted, rubbing a couple fingers over her shoulder, slightly pulling at his unbuttoned shirt.

Just as he was about to expose a distended nipple she slapped his hand, "Stop that!" she repeated with a smile.

"What?" he asked innocently, sliding a hand around her inner thigh instead, slowly working his way to her warm wet core.

"Elliot!" she chuckled, grabbing his roaming hand, "God you're like an octopus I swear, so many hands to keep track off, I need to go get ready for work."

"Ughh fine!" Elliot huffed, and sat back against her headboard while crossing his arms.

"But if you don't want me to touch you than don't sit there in my shirt lookin' like that…" he trailed off looking anywhere but at her.

"Mmmm, I'm sorry truly, I'm gonna go get ready hopefully I have enough time for a quick shower, get cleaned up-"

Elliot turned to look at her, "I could help you with that," he smiled sweetly, his dimple on full display.

Olivia shook her head, "Did you not hear me? I said quick, and if you step into that bathroom with me, there will be nothing quick about it."

Olivia leaned towards him and pecked him on his puckered lips, "You're not the only one insanely turned on by their lover's lack of clothing by the way."

Elliot moved to grab her but she slipped out of his grasp, and strolled to her bathroom, she put an extra sway in her steps, knowing his gaze was fixated on her, she knew his eyes were probably glued to her ass, his shirt left the bottom of her cheeks exposed, taunting him.

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Thursday July 4th 2013, 16th Precinct Manhattan

Unfortunately timing had never been on their side, and their intimacy Tuesday morning had been interrupted by work. Since then they hadn't caught a break, she had been especially busy trying to process both his, and Carisi's transfer requests, on top of multiple active cases, and being down 2 Detectives she had to start looking for replacements. The only person she had ever hired was Elliot, and he was basically presented to her, she had no control over his placement. It was a new experience for her, reading CV's and resumes, the only interview experience she had was when she herself applied for jobs. She wasn't even sure if there were any potential Detectives applying to SVU, unlike other departments SVU officers had to request her unit.

Two days after they woke up in bed together, and she still hadn't come, from his fingers or her own.

She wasn't sure if that is what caused her to stand 30 feet away and watch her significant other as he stood in a SVU STAFF shirt, with his sleeves rolled up above his shoulders, as he held a hose at his hip, spraying down a dirty car. Or was it her pregnancy hormones, sending her libido into over drive, recognizing her baby daddy, and wanting him to bend her over the hood of said car.

Olivia bit her lip, and wondered if car washes were always so sexy? Wasn't it normally the other way around? Didn't men normally gawk at women as they washed cars?

The white shirt he wore was dripping wet and see through, even from across the street. She was thankful the road was closed for the celebration as she found her feet carrying her closer, she wanted to get a better look.

Olivia paused by the back of the parking lot, and gazed at her boyfriend. Everyone else was at the far end of the lot, where cars pulled into the entrance. Elliot was the only one working on an exceptionally dirty car, it was covered in mud, which looked like it had been caked on in the heat of the city. The back of the lot had been cordoned off with large cement barriers that came up to her shoulders, which Olivia slipped in between.

She could make out his bulging arms muscles, the veins popping as he had a firm grip on the hose at his waist, spraying down the dirty sedan in front of him, with a powerful jet of water. Olivia licked her bottom lip, admiring his strong abs, his shirt was sticking to his torso, providing her with a particularly pleasant view of those chiseled muscles that she appreciated so much, not just for their appearance, but for their functionality too. There was something erotic about the way he was holding the hose, it's spray splashing all over the body of the car car. She wondered what he would look like grasping a different object, with his fluids splayed all over her body.

Elliot bent over to grab a soapy sponge from a bucket, and Olivia was embarrassed to admit she actually produced a tiny whimper at the sight of his firm ass, the shorts sticking to him just like his shirt did.

As he stood back up he finally noticed her, he waved and smiled.

"Hey Captain, hows it going?" he asked as he used the sponge and covered the car in soap. He would've preferred a much different greeting, but they were other people a hundred yards away, and on the street, he wasn't sure if anybody could directly see or hear them, so he proceeded with caution, and kept a safe professional distance.

It took a minute for Olivia to respond, "I-ummm good, things are going good, just uhhh, was getting pretty hot in there," she explained tipping her head back towards the precinct.

"Hot you say?" Elliot inquired, "Well I know a sure fire way to help cool you down."

Olivia tilted her head to the side, not enjoying the mischievous look she saw in his eyes.

"What are you-" but before she could finish her sentence Elliot had turned the hose on her, spraying her with a cool mist, it wasn't the full powered blast he had been using on the car before, but it was enough to have her clothes as soaking wet as another part of her anatomy.

"Elliot! Nooo!" she shrieked and ran at him, trying to wrestle the hose away from him. To any on looker they would appear to be 2 young people joking around, having the time of their lives, not necessarily a Captain in the NYPD, and their employee.

Olivia managed to grab the handle, turning it towards him she squeezed the lever, spraying him in the face.

"Li-li-ivvvv," Elliot laughed, bending over her body, grabbing her hip in one hand and the nozzle in the other.

They twisted in the other's embrace, their soaking wet chests pushing against one another. Their breathing was laboured as they both laughed loudly.

After fighting for control of the hose, and throughly drenching the other, they called a truce, each panting and trying to catch their breath. Elliot tried to ignore the feeling of her body pressed against his own.

Elliot released her hips, took a step back and wrung out his shirt, pulling the damp fabric up his body, putting the defined muscles she had been ogling earlier on display.

She subconsciously lifted her hand to reach out and touch, she wanted to run her fingers up and over the divots, she wanted to feel them tremble under her. She noticed droplets of water sliding down his firm torso, between the dips, and valleys, she wanted to follow the path of the water with her tongue, licking up the moisture gathered on his smooth skin.

"Liv, Liv!" Elliot whisper shouted, bringing her out of her fantasy, he had grabbed her wrist, unaware she had even moved, he prevented her from touching him across from their precinct in broad daylight.

Elliot dropped her wrist and looked around, "You uh, you okay?"

Olivia shook her head and covered her face, "God, no I'm so embarrassed."

Elliot chuckled, it felt good to be wanted by her, "Don't be, I think we've both been on edge, literally, since Tuesday. Sometimes I feel like I could explode just from a stiff wind, and the shirt you're wearing isn't helping my situation either."

Olivia glanced down not understanding his comment, but gasped when he reached out with one hand and flicked a single finger up and down, over a very prominent nipple.

She had worn the same light blue blouse multiple times before, and he had never commented on it, but she immediately saw his point, her shirt was just light enough that when he sprayed her with the hose, it had become transparent too, and the white bra underneath wasn't helping. The water from the hose was cool, which initially felt great on her overheated skin, but now created a different problem. She was pretty sure anyone looking out a window in the 16th could see her hardened nipples, clear as day.

"Fuck El!" Olivia gasped.

"Yeah, who knew car washes could be so-"

"Arousing?" Olivia finished for him, watching him nod.

Olivia glanced back at the precinct as she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to find a solution to the pickle she found herself in.

It was only midday, they still had hours to go before the fireworks display, and she was expected to be present at them later on. Their usual parking lot was currently being used for the car wash. The street outside the 16th was closed at both ends, allowing for food vendors, and carnival booths to be set up. The precinct itself was full of staff, their families, and community members, all of whom were busy taking in the activities they were offering. Even her squad room had been turned into a boring class room for Professor Munch, the jail cells had become a photo booth, the interrogation rooms a stage for fake questioning, the only place nobody had commandeered was her office, but even she had left it because of the heat, and noise.

Olivia faced Elliot, "Feels like this week is never going to end," she sighed.

"Hmmm, do you really want it to?" he questioned, "I mean, don't get me wrong I'm happy and excited about moving to another unit, learning new things, but I dunno, I'm definitely gonna miss working under you, seeing you every day."

The squad was suppose to get together on the weekend to celebrate Stabler and Carisi moving on. They all had Friday off so technically today was their last day.

Although part of Olivia was sad as Elliot had stated, another part of her would be relieved. She was tired of hiding her feelings for him, and she'd be happy when Serena no longer had his job to hold over them.

"God I want you so bad," he mumbled, while lightly fingering the collar of her blouse, slowly inching his finger down the wet material, he traced her collarbone, swiping at the moisture that had collected on her silky skin.

Olivia closed her eyes and tried to think. They needed to sneak off to somewhere secluded. Somewhere they wouldn't be interrupted. Somewhere a civilian wouldn't accidentally stumble into, and an officer wouldn't need to use. Offices, interrogation rooms, garages, even the break room was too risky.

She turned her body to examine the building, trying to picture the layout of each floor. As she mentally crossed off room after room, she suddenly felt like she didn't have any, as Elliot pressed his front against her back. He smoothed his hands through her hair into a bun, squeezing the excess water from it. He leaned in close, his nose barely grazing her neck, creating a line of goosebumps in his wake.

Olivia physically trembled, he was driving her crazy, she truly feared if they didn't find someplace to be alone, and soon, that he may just find out if he could get her to climax using nothing but his voice. She also didn't want to find out what an orgasm in a police parking lot, in broad daylight would feel like.

Places kept popping into her head, no, no, no, she felt like she was flicking through rooms on an imaginary screen in her head.

"Jeez every inch of you is wet, from the top of your head, all the way to your boots, but I bet a certain part of you is a dripping a little bit more than-"

Olivia spun around and pushed him back a bit as she slapped her hands against his broad chest, "That's it!" she exclaimed.

His words had inspired her, when she heard him say the word top, she had glanced at the top of the 1-6, not the top floor, but the roof. It was blocked off so that no civilians would go up there, and there was no reason for any officer to either.

"Meet me on the roof in 10, and grab some dry clothes if you need to," Olivia winked at him while backing up, and slipping back through the cement barrier.

Elliot turned his head to look at the half washed car, "Fuck it," he muttered, "Hey Carisi!" he yelled at one of the other Detectives at the other end of the lot, "Imma go grab something to eat!"

He saw Sonny give him a thumbs up.

Elliot took that to mean okay, and made a beeline for the precinct, he figured he hadn't lied to Carisi, because he had every intention of eating something, or someone.

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A/N: New Detectives will be joining SVU. Of any Detectives on SVU or OC who have been on either show, who would you like to see join the squad? (Some examples: Dodd's Jr, Kat, Velasco, Muncy, Charish, Jet, Bell, Jamie, Reyes, or old school Monique, Lake, Dana? etc) I already have 1 picked out, but who would you like to see added to this story?

A/N 2: Writing this note AFTER the finales. As someone who was unconscious for half of April and May, I didn't see OR hear ANY spoilers. I had only caught up on both shows the day of the finales so I really didn't know what to expect what so ever and I gotta say…

I LOVED not knowing what was coming or more specifically WHO. It was sooooooooooo nice to be surprised.

Not sure about the ending of OC though… How are y'all feeling about it now that you've had a couple days? Drop your thoughts in a review or comment.

A/N 3: As always Tony tried to beta this for me but he's been busy renovating our backyard, trying to make our home wheelchair accessible for me whenever I get to leave this hellhole, so any mistakes are mine.