Protégé

A/N: Thank you for your continued patience, I really do apologize for the long waits this year, but you're probably more tortured from having to wait for the real show. Hope this can fill an EO need for at least one person. Rated M for sexual content, 18+, please don't read if you're underage, this gets quite graphic at times. Picks up where we left off. 4th of July 2013 continued, recapped the very end of Chapter 58. A longer Chapter to make up for my lack of updating this year, apologies.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

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Chapter 58 Recap:

The three of them were looking down at all the people, officers and civilians in the bullpen.

"Who's that beside Munch? Don't tell me wife number four? Girl could be his granddaughter," Nick joked.

Olivia turned to the two men beside her, "Actually that happens to be our new Detective starting next week."

Both men zeroed in on the woman, "That's my replacement?" Elliot questioned, she looked as young as him.

"Yes, and speaking of Munch, she's actually his niece," Olivia watched Nick and Elliot snap their heads towards her.

"Pshhhh, well guess we all know how she got the job," Elliot stated.

Olivia and Nick had the same reaction, shock covered both their faces. Elliot couldn't hold back, and he burst out laughing, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, come on…"

The three of them chuckled, "Shit Stabler, I was about to say, coming from you…"

"Yeah yeah, well I think I proved myself even if I did only get the position because of my Father. Who knows maybe she will do the same?" Elliot shrugged.

"Actually I didn't even know she was related to Munch until after I hired her. She disclosed the information on some of her paperwork, she goes by a different last name," Olivia explained.

"Think you're up for another female partner?" Olivia asked Nick.

"If she's half as good as my last one, I'll be in good hands, what'd you say her name was?"

"Detective Slootmaekers, Jet, Jet Slootmaekers," Olivia stated.

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Chapter 59

Evening, 16th Precinct, Thursday July 4th 2013, Manhattan

The three officers were interrupted by the CO of another unit, requesting Benson to join them outside for a speech that some of the other leaders were giving to the community. She had thrown Elliot one last apologetic glance, before she left the partner's to perform her perfunctory duties. As she made her way back outside she figured it was for the best, there were still too many people around, some actively looking for them, it would do them no good to get caught on his last day under her command.

Olivia found herself standing with some of the other commanding officers of the 16th precinct, on a makeshift stage, outside the precinct. The street was flooded with people, officers, their family members, and the general public. The food vendors were still churning out their products, while most of the carnival rides had come to a close due to the time of night. The homicide Captain was currently speaking to the gathered crowd as she stood at the very back, when someone abruptly bumped into her shoulder from behind.

Olivia smiled, "Lieutenant Lewis, I'm shocked. You managed to drag yourself out of whatever rabbit hole you've been burrowed in this month?"

"Olivia Benson," Dana chuckled, her southern drawl shining through loud, and clear, "You know me too well, Captain." Dana winked at her, teasing her new title.

"Apparently not, never thought I'd see you at one of these shindigs, isn't that why you left the FBI? You hated shmoozing?" Olivia joked, while smiling at their good nature ribbing, Dana always gave as good as she got, and never held back, whether she was speaking to the Chief of D's, or a rookie at the academy.

"Very true, but my family insisted on coming this year, my ball and chain is around here somewhere," Dana laughed, holding her hand above her eyes as she scanned the crowd.

"Hah, wasn't that the point of you taking the CO position with computer crimes? I have to say I've never known a commanding officer who spends more time in the field than you. Especially in a unit where you're generally parked behind a desk," Olivia stated as she too looked out at all the people gathered in front of her. She wondered if Nick, and Elliot had made it outside.

She semi listened to the older male Captain drone on, waving politely when she heard him say her name, followed by Dana's, who copied her movement.

"Yeah well don't tell my hubby if ya happen to run into him, I wasn't made for a desk job," she muttered out of the corner of her mouth. "And what about you Benson, who's making you eggs in the mornin' because I know you don't cook sweetheart."

Olivia could feel her cheeks flush at Dana's probing. "Ah Dana you know me, too busy working, I'm married to the job, hell I have dinner here most nights. I know my Detectives better than I know my neighbours."

"Speakin' of, I heard I'll officially be employing one of your Detectives come Monday?" Dana questioned.

Olivia turned her head quickly, "What do you mean you heard? Didn't you interview him?"

"Nah, that's what my number two is for. I delegate sweetheart, how do you think I can spend so much time in the field?" Dana explained. "So tell me, you dumpin' him on me or what? He some kinda work in progress?"

Olivia shook her head no, "You're getting one hell of a Detective, dedicated, hard working, takes orders and directions, eager to learn…"

Olivia trailed off as a film reel played in her head, of all the times he was eager, so very eager to learn from her. She bit her bottom lip, remembering the first time she taught him how to pleasure a woman with his mouth.

Dana noticed a dazed look take over her friend's face, "Benson?"

"Olivia?" Dana knocked her shoulder again.

"Hmmm? Oh sorry um, got distracted," Olivia made up an excuse she thought was plausible, tipping her head at the Captain still speaking.

Dana nodded and raised an eyebrow, "Right, well I look forward to seeing what you've taught him."

Olivia had made the mistake of taking a sip of the cup of lemonade she had picked up on her way on stage. She choked as she heard the words leave Dana's mouth, and she prayed to God the other woman never really learned everything she had taught her younger lover.

"It's gettin' dark, they'll be startin' them fireworks soon, think he'll be wrappin' this speech up before morning?" Dana tilted her head in the direction of the long winded CO.

Olivia shrugged, "You got somewhere to be?"

"Yeah, should probably find my Mister," Dana explained, "Think we can sneak off?" she questioned with a mischievous look on her face.

Olivia couldn't help smiling. She had met Dana Lewis when she herself was a young Detective at SVU, and Dana was a fresh-faced agent with the FBI. They worked a couple cases together in New York, Dana had even tried to recruit her before she moved on to another city, and another state, another criminal.

Before she left they had bonded over being the lone female in their respective departments. Dana was smart, fun, and beautiful. They had spent a few alcohol fueled nights playing pool, and picking up men.

When their paths crossed again a few years later Olivia was surprised to see her flirty, wild friend had a ring on her finger and a car seat in her sedan.

It wasn't long before she had accepted a position with the NYPD. The cases she had taken as a carefree single woman, weren't exactly in line with her responsibilities as a married woman and mother. She had already been feeling like she was missing her child grow up. So she traded in her FBI badge for an NYPD shield, and moved into a roomy townhouse in Brooklyn, after popping out two more babies.

Olivia knew the other woman loved her husband and children, but she never did acclimate to the pedestrian, sometimes slow-moving pace of her NYPD unit.

"Slowly back away," Dana mumbled, hoping most eyes were on the other officers gathered around the 'stage' and microphone.

They froze when the CO speaking held up his glass of lemonade, "Cheers and happy 4th to all of you! The fireworks are about to start, let's have a fun, safe night. There are taxis and free shuttle services available to take you to the nearest subway stations. Please drink responsibly, let's make sure everybody gets home safe!"

Olivia and Dana knocked their cups together, "Cheers," they said, grinning at one another as they darted back into the precinct.

"Don't stay too late doing work Benson, remember there's life out there Captain," Dana called as she left Olivia waiting at the elevators, taking the stairs back to her unit a floor above.

"Right back at you Dana," Olivia replied, stepping in to the metal box with a few other people, fortunately none whom she recognized. That couldn't be said when the doors opened on her floor and she nearly ran into Munch.

"Ahhh, and here's the boss lady herself, Liv, I believe you know my niece Detective Slootmaekers," Munch placed his hand on his niece's shoulder, winking at her from behind his shaded glasses.

"Jet, most people call me Jet," the young woman mumbled, "Just wanted to thank you again for the opportunity Captain-"

Olivia waved her hand, "Nonsense, you've put in the work, and all your references spoke very highly of you, particularly about your computer skills, and your empathy with victims."

"You know how us boomers are with electronics, since we were around before electricity was invented, we could use the help we can get," Munch joked.

The three of them moved further into the squad room as they tried not to block the hallway. Many of the attendees were leaving to watch the fireworks from outside where there would be a better view.

"Well I really appreciate you giving me a chance…" Jet continued, as Olivia noticed a familiar blonde looking around the bullpen.

"Claire? Claire Stabler?" Olivia called, briefly holding up a finger, and apologizing to Jet for interrupting her.

"Oh Captain hi, um I got separated from my parents, thought I'd see if they'd come back up here," the younger Stabler explained.

Olivia nodded, "I haven't seen them, or your brother-"

Munch cleared his throat loudly, as Jet's gaze raked over the newcomer.

"Ah Claire Stabler this is John Munch, I believe you might be familiar with him, and our newest Detective Jet Slootmaekers," Olivia explained as she made the introductions, Munch shook her hand with both of his, smiling broadly, before Jet hesitantly held hers out too. Claire seemed to only just notice the other young woman, doing a double take when her eyes landed on her.

"Hi-hey, ni-iceeee to meet you," Claire stuttered.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, she couldn't help noticing the red hue working it's way up the blonde's neck, and the way she stuttered when she was nervous, just like her older brother.

"How are you doing Claire? You still have a couple semesters left before you're a full fledged nurse isn't that right?" Munch questioned as the women dropped hands.

Claire folded her arms over her chest, giving Munch a quizzical look.

Munch pressed a hand to his chest, "I'm sorry that probably sounded creepy, but your brother brags about you a lot."

"Oh Elliot Stabler is your brother?" Jet asked.

"Ye-es, but I think he's moving on from SVU soon," Claire answered in a soft tone, the other three could barely hear her.

"Yep Detective Slootmaekers will be filling Detective Stabler's position," Munch beamed proudly.

Claire opened her mouth to respond when her cellphone rang.

"It's my parents, I should go, ummm it was nice to meet you all," Claire declared smiling politely before she answered, "Dad? Hi yeah where are you?" the other three heard her say into her phone as she walked away from them.

Olivia glanced at her phone, "I should go too. See you guys bright and early Monday morning, enjoy your last free weekend Detective, Munch," Olivia nodded squeezing his forearm as she walked to her office.

She made sure all her blinds were drawn before she sat down on the couch, taking a moment to catch her breath, and get her bearings.

Her stomach growled and she only realized then that she'd barely had a bite to eat since lunch time.

She pulled apart a slat in the blind, and peered out into the squad room, there were still some officers, and civilians milling around. She didn't see anybody she knew, and considered trying to get a hot dog or hamburger from downstairs where they had set up the food vendors on the closed off street. She didn't know if she'd be able to do it without running into anybody she was trying to avoid again.

Just as she made up her mind her phone dinged. She had a message from Elliot, but before she read it, she had a message of her own she needed to send to somebody else.

E: 'Meet me where we had said we'd rendezvous after the car wash ;)'

Olivia read the text from her boyfriend, and didn't waste any time, quickly locking her office door and making her way back to the elevators.

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Elliot waited patiently to hear the familiar ding, signalling an elevator was opening on the floor. He hid behind a corner so she wouldn't see him the moment she stepped out.

"Stabler?" Olivia called when she didn't immediately lay eyes on her boyfriend.

Elliot snuck up behind her and using his hand he covered her eyes. "I have a surprise for you," he whispered into her ear, as he placed a comforting kiss on her temple.

"Close your eyes, keep 'em closed," Elliot raised the smooth material in his other hand and swiftly moved the one still blocking her vision.

Olivia chuckled as she felt him slip his silk tie around her head, "Is this really necessary?"

"Mmhm, you're not easy to surprise Captain," Elliot hummed, Olivia could feel his breath against her neck.

"El don't get me wrong, you know I appreciate you trying to get us back to the state we were in a couple hours ago," Olivia started as Elliot guided her forward, steering her by her shoulders.

"Step," he instructed as he moved them up three steps, "One more."

"But I'm kinda hungry, me and Baby B need some kind of substance of the nutrients, not the sexual kind…" she trailed off as she felt him brush by her.

Olivia heard a loud clank, followed by a rush of warm air.

Elliot took her hand and carefully maneuvered her until she was sitting down on some supplies he had relocated from their unit, floors below the rooftop balcony.

He loosened his tie, letting it simply slip down her head, resting in a loop around her neck.

"Surprise?" he was suddenly questioning his plan, as he stood on the once blocked off rooftop. He had set up an area for them to lounge on, where they could watch the fireworks together. He had also used the time when Olivia was stuck on stage to gather as much food as he could. He would have tried to sneak a couple beers into the equation if she hadn't been pregnant, but he was just as content with the cups of lemonade the precinct had been providing all day.

"El what?" Olivia was shocked, everywhere her eyes looked they landed on something thoughtful.

Elliot shrugged, "I may have bribed one of the janitors to give me the key…" he explained holding up the large chain, and padlock that had blocked their entrance to the roof a few hours earlier.

He couldn't find any chairs that he could easily move without looking suspicious, but he had managed to relocate some blankets, and pillows from the cribs, he wanted Olivia to have a soft place she could relax in. It was his last day with their unit, and he just wanted a moment alone with her to soak up the last few minutes of his time in SVU.

"I-uhhhh," Olivia was speechless.

The less she said the more idiotic he felt, he knelt down and offered her his hand, "This was stupid, it's okay, you can take the food if you want, I'll clean this up while you sneak back downstairs-"

"What? Elliot no, I-I love it!" Olivia rasped, finally finding her words.

"You do?" Elliot asked slowly, sceptically.

He had bought as much from the vendors on the street as he could while everyone else listened to the speech taking place at the time. He had managed to get a couple burgers, fries, as many condiment packages as he could jam into his pockets, and a funnel cake covered in ice cream and strawberries for dessert.

"Yes, I love it, and I love you, come 'ere," she bit her lower lip as he too finally relaxed on the blanket with her.

She held his head between her hands, brushing a few hairs out of his eyes, "You're amazing, thank you."

He gave her a shy smile, "Just wanted to do something nice for you on my last night in the unit."

"With me," Olivia whispered against his lips as she moved in to kiss him.

"Mmmm?" Elliot moaned.

Olivia pulled back a fraction, "With me, not for me, I want you to enjoy this night with me," she explained breathily.

Elliot tried to keep the grin off his lips as he cupped the back of her head, and pulled her toward him. He sucked for a moment on her bottom lip, groaning in pleasure as he felt her tongue swipe across his.

With a tremendous effort they both pulled apart, giving one another short chaste kisses, "Alright alright, there can be more of that later," Olivia declared as she rearranged their intimate dinner date, getting comfortable.

"Promise?" Elliot winked as he propped himself up on some pillows against the brick façade of their building, allowing Olivia to situate herself between his spread legs, leaning against his solid chest.

She unwrapped their food, handing him a burger just the way he liked it.

They both nearly inhaled their food, making quick work of the street meat.

"Mmmm, that hit the spot," Olivia moaned, squirming as she pat her belly in delight.

"Liv…" Elliot mumbled, wrapping his hands around her hips, trying to stop her movements. Her actions, and noises she was emitting were making it very hard for him to eat. She was inadvertently making him very hard period.

She felt a bulge at the base of her back as she nibbled on a french fry, "Ohhhh I'm sorry," she laughed as she tipped her head back, trying to angle her head to kiss him.

She truly hadn't meant to drive the poor man crazy with desire.

"Sure you are," Elliot retorted, leaning in to kiss her.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The sky above them lit up with the sudden firework display.

The roof had been perfectly shrouded in just enough darkness for them to see one another, and what they were putting in their mouths, but not so bright as to draw any attention to them from the street, or any neighbouring buildings.

Elliot pecked her cheek, choosing to lean back and wrap his arms around her burgeoning belly.

He knew it was too soon to feel anything, but he hoped Baby B could feel the love surrounding it.

"Wow," Olivia gasped snuggling back into the warmth and safety of Elliot's embrace.

Elliot took his gaze off of the colourful display. He only meant to look away for a second but instead he found himself transfixed by the colours illuminating Olivia's skin.

"They're beautiful," she rasped.

"Mmhm sure is," he mumbled. He knew he was being cheesy as hell, but he couldn't get over how good she looked. Her body really was changing, as much as he loved her new curves, and full chest, he also loved how her cheeks were filling out and she seemed to have a permanent glow over her skin.

Olivia reached for the rapidly melting ice cream, the funnel cake nearly swimming in the cold vanilla confection. Trying to be careful she picked the sweet dessert apart, and reached above her shoulder, to where Elliot was resting his head, to feed him the sugary pastry.

The firework display only lasted a short amount of time, the precinct wasn't made of money, but from their vantage point they could see other fireworks being set off in the surrounding area.

They could also hear voices drifting up to them from the street. Looking down they could see the event was slowly coming to an end, a mass amount of people were walking away from the building, as workers were packing up their stations.

"Thank God, never thought this day would end," Olivia exhaled heavily.

"Hmmm," Elliot hummed, "Did you really want it to?"

An awkward silence fell over them, as they continued to finish the funnel cake, dipping the broken pieces into the cool melted ice cream.

"Honestly? Yes and no. I've been trying not to focus too much on what I'm losing today, what I'm going to miss, and instead focus on what we'll be gaining in the future," Olivia confessed.

Elliot sighed, nudging the side of her face, tracing her jaw with his nose, "I thought you weren't gonna miss me in any way, personally or professionally."

Olivia shook her head, "Trust me I'll miss you in every way, but at least we'll still work in the same building and hopefully soon, we'll live in the same building too."

Elliot's lips curled up, "In the same building, the same apartment, the same bed…"

Olivia grinned, "Mmhm, and soon we'll share that space with a little human, that's part me, and part you."

"I can not wait, a little person with your looks and my brains?" Elliot proposed.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "What if they had your looks, and my brains?"

Elliot laughed loudly, causing Olivia to shake in his arms as well, "That could work too."

Elliot had been rubbing her belly, and finally moved one of his hands to feed her some of their dwindling dessert, he wasn't quick enough though, and Olivia gasped as the cool ice cream dripped onto her chest, her skin exposed from the 'V' neckline.

"Oops?" Elliot chuckled, giving Olivia his most charming smile.

Olivia simply rolled her eyes, and grabbed some napkins, "Look I'm already getting some training in, cleaning up sticky messes thanks to you."

Her words gave Elliot an idea, and he grasped her wrist before she could wipe off the ice cream.

Olivia glanced back at him as Elliot moved her body until she was laying across his lap, one of his arms supporting her behind her back as well as the pillows.

Elliot pushed his tie, that was still hanging loosely from her neck, to the side, and staring into her deep brown eyes he slowly began to unbutton her blouse.

"El?" Olivia whispered when he parted her shirt, exposing her white lace bra. The serious look on his face caused her nipples to bead under his watchful gaze. She knew he'd be able to see her brownish-pink puckered flesh under the white material.

He reached over and picked up another piece of the funnel cake, and dipped it into the creamy white confection. Moving quickly he held it over her chest and watched as it landed where he intended.

Olivia breathed in quickly, holding her breath as he bent his head, and held her gaze.

Her mouth opened as did his.

Elliot's tongue peaked out from between his lips, and he licked up the ice cream, making sure to leave no trace of it behind.

"Oh-ahhh," Olivia mumbled.

He repeated the process a couple more times, causing Olivia to squirm in his arms.

As wonderful as it felt, it wasn't enough for her sensitive body, and Elliot read her like a book.

"You want more?" his tone was lower than normal, gravelly, as he too was getting excited again.

Olivia had lost her ability to speak, and simply nodded emphatically. She had never experimented much with food as foreplay, and figured it'd be a sticky mess, something she did not find sexy at all. But leave it to Elliot to change her mind, and allow her to experience another first. She feared the thing that excited them so much in the beginning of their relationship, experiencing so many firsts together, could potentially burn out, causing a decline in their feelings. She realized in that moment that a person could live to be 100, and experience something new every day of their life, it didn't even have to be sexual, or some grand event, she just knew she wanted to be by Elliot's side when those firsts happened.

Olivia threw her head back when she felt his fingers fold her bra cup down, and a cool wet liquid drop directly on to her pebbled nipple.

"Unghhh," she cried out, looking back down at her exposed breast.

Olivia gasped as she realized they had finished the funnel cake, and Elliot was dipping his finger into the melted ice cream.

He coated his index finger again, and swirled it around her straining tip, covering her areola in the sweet cream.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Olivia chanted as Elliot lapped at the ice cream on her chest. She held his head unnecessarily to her, and moaned as his tongue and lips continued to suck, long after she was clean.

"Mmmm, best damn ice cream I've ever had," Elliot mumbled around her flesh.

Olivia scraped her nails on the back of his head, while arching her back, pressing her breast against his face.

Olivia moved one hand, intent on peeling back her other bra cup when they heard a cellphone ding.

"Noooooooooooooooo," Elliot groaned hunched over, his head resting on Olivia's chest, which was moving rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She dug her phone out of her pocket, frowning, and throwing her head back again.

"Duty calls," she mumbled, as they were interrupted once again.

Olivia stroked the side of his face, and apologized for the umpteenth time that day.

Elliot took a deep calming breath, "S'not your fault."

He helped her to her feet, watching in defeat as she covered her body, and made herself look presentable once more.

"You go, I'll clean everything up," Elliot stated with a frown.

"Here let me take the food at least," Olivia said, feeling bad that his surprise was probably not ending the exact way he had hoped for.

"'Kay, I'm gonna head back to the squad room, make sure I got everything outta my locker, and desk," Elliot informed her.

"Text me when you're done?" Olivia kissed his cheek as she opened the door to the rooftop.

Elliot nodded at her retreating form, "Course."

"Damn," he muttered once the door had closed. He had been hoping to not only surprise her with his spontaneous dinner date, but he had been hoping to spend more time with her. He wanted to reminisce on the past months, recount some memories, professional and personal, and he'd been hoping to perhaps create one more there on the rooftop.

Elliot gathered the blankets, and pillows, and begrudgingly made his way back down to their unit.

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Thursday 4th of July, SVU Squad Room, 16th Precinct, Manhattan

Elliot had taken the back stairs to the laundry facilities in the precinct, figuring the blankets and pillows that he borrowed from the cribs could use a good wash after he used them on the rooftop, although they were still far cleaner than they would've been if Olivia's phone didn't interrupt them.

Elliot was looking down at his own cell, texting his Captain to let her know he had finished his cleanup, as he walked through the doors and back into their unit.

He could see a warm glow in his peripheral vision, and glanced up.

His mouth dropped open as he starred in wonder at the scene before him. The floor was deserted, and there were candles lit around the room, most of them mainly situated near his desk. Gone were all the visitors, and other officers. The squad room looked like nobody had ever been there today, everything where it was suppose to be. Except for the only other person in the room, who's heart was beating just as frantically as his was.

She sat on top of his desk, still wearing the same clothes as she was wearing on the rooftop.

"Wh-whaaa?" Elliot stuttered, unable to form a proper word.

Olivia smiled and ducked her head.

"You nearly ruined my surprise with that stunt you pulled upstairs," Olivia held out her hand, beckoning him to her.

"Uh, ummmm," Elliot walked towards her. He felt like he was in a dream, some kind of trance, in one of the many fantasies he had that started just like this. She sat perched on his desk with her legs crossed, her skin looked even more tanned in the candlelight.

"Did you really think I'd let your last shift here end like that?" Olivia asked as he came to a stop in front of his desk.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, "The squad still wants to get together this weekend, but I wanted tonight just for us."

She massaged both his shoulders over the staff shirt he was still wearing.

"I had initially planned this speech, about how I never could've imagined the impact you would have on my life the day we met, again, in my office, and how many memories we've made on this unit…" Olivia bit her bottom lip and looked away, appearing suddenly shy.

"But I think we can make a couple more tonight Detective Stabler," Olivia turned back to look him dead in the eye, her hands moving to drift down to her blouse, undoing the buttons he had just taken care of himself not that long ago on the roof.

Elliot gulped, his brain still wasn't functioning at 100%, most of his blood had pooled in his groin.

"Sit down Detective," Olivia ordered, pushing his chair out for him with her foot.

He slowly lowered himself as his eyes stayed glued to the golden strip of skin down the centre of her exposed torso. Her lacy white bra came back into view, it looked even more striking against her golden skin in the candlelight. His steel blue tie dangled between her ample bosoms.

"How did you-when did you-how?" Elliot stuttered as he leaned forward in his chair, desperate to touch her.

Olivia stood, her body between his chair and his desk, "Let's just say I had to bribe an employee of the 16th precinct too. Fin won't be working weekends next month."

Olivia placed her hands on his armrests, bringing her lace covered breasts within inches of his face. She knew since getting pregnant that her bras were beginning to get a bit snug, but it allowed her to tempt him even more, her globes were threatening to spill out of her lacy garment.

"This is your last chance," Olivia begun in a low husky tone, "Tell me Detective have you ever had any fantasies involving me… and your desk?"

Elliot tipped his head back, and groaned, swiping his hands through his hair.

"I'll take that as a yes, so predictable, I'll tell you a secret though, I do too," Olivia chuckled and moved her hands from the arm rests, and slid them down his thighs, feeling his muscles flexing underneath her fingertips, "Maybe a daydream that starts like this?"

Elliot furrowed his brows, but opened his fingers enough to peek through where he had been hiding behind his hands, to see what she was doing.

His hands dropped, as did his chin, when he saw his Captain kneeling on the floor, underneath his desk, a position he had been lucky enough to find himself in a couple times in her office. She had ditched her blouse, and bra, only his tie remained on her upper body.

Elliot could feel his mouth moving, but only a strangled breath escaped his lips.

Olivia hummed happily as her hands continued to massage his firm thighs from hip to knee, constantly getting closer, and closer to the large bulge pressing against his athletic shorts.

Elliot gripped the arms of his chair, and his knuckles turned white when Olivia pulled the waistband on his shorts, and boxers away from his body, just far enough to allow his cock to pop up and against his abdomen.

"Ohhh," he exhaled as Olivia eyed his hard shaft, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Mmmm, look at you, so big, so strong, so powerful…" she trailed off, she knew she was laying it on a little thick, but she also knew they'd most likely never have this kind of opportunity again and she wanted to make all his dreams come true.

Olivia placed her hands on his knees, and slipped them under his shorts, lightly raking just the tips of her fingers up his fit thighs. She could feel goosebumps erupt on his skin, and his cock gave a twitch as she continued to tease him.

She licked her lips, and from the anguished moan that expelled from his mouth, she knew she had his undivided attention.

Olivia made sure she was in the perfect position, on her knees under his desk, as she leaned back on her calves. Nobody would be able to see her if someone should walk into the bullpen. Despite the obvious risk they were taking, she wasn't worried, that was what Fin was doing for her after all. She nearly laughed out loud when she recalled Dana's earlier words, who said she couldn't delegate? Although she was pretty sure setting up, clearing out, and standing guard over a squad room so his boss could fuck her boyfriend, isn't the kind of assignment the other CO was referring to. Elliot didn't need to know they were completely safe and alone yet, she knew the risk of getting caught was an element in their sex life that they both begrudgingly admitted they enjoyed.

Olivia pulled his chair as close to her as she could, and she took a deep breath, releasing it slowly over his hard member. She opened her mouth, intent on starting when Elliot finally found his voice.

"Yo-you Don't ha-have to," he stuttered, trying to be polite once he confirmed what her intentions were. "Know most women don't lo-love doing-"

"Is that why you never ask me to do this?" Olivia wondered, most men she knew constantly begged for blowjobs from their significant others.

Elliot only shrugged.

"Well then let me make this clear," she began, "I love your cock Elliot, not only is it visually appealing; long, thick, but you know how to use it, it's sexually satisfying. You've given me pleasure that I didn't even know I could feel from a man, and there's one more thing that you've accomplished, that no other man has ever been able to do for me…"

Olivia placed one of her hands on her distended belly, "You got me pregnant."

She had known for a while that Elliot was turned on by her pregnancy. Not just the changes in her growing body, but simply the knowledge that he got her pregnant, she was walking around everyday with the product of their love inside her.

Elliot slapped his hand against his face, and Olivia resumed her earlier movements, reaching out with her tongue she lapped at the smooth head of his penis, his precum coating her tongue immediately from where it was leaking from the slit on top.

"Oh-I-Oh-Li-Viaaaa," Elliot moaned unable to stay quiet.

"Ahhh," Elliot's whole body jerked as Olivia hummed, the vibrations caused a pleasurable sensation to shoot from the tip of his shaft, all the way down to his clenched balls.

Olivia slid her lips over the head of his cock, taking him further into her mouth.

"I-uhhh-um," Elliot cringed internally but he was feeling too much to care how he sounded in the moment.

He couldn't take his eyes off of where his dick was disappearing between her lips, he was in heaven as she swirled her tongue around the top of his shaft again, and again.

He felt Olivia move, her hands left his body for a minute, but her mouth stayed, covering more and more of his erection.

His cock nudged the back of her throat, and she held him there for a moment before pulling back completely, her mouth made a smacking sound as his hard on slipped from her swollen lips.

Elliot wanted to whimper for two reasons, from the loss of her warm wet mouth, and from the sight of her kneeling under his desk. Even in the orange candle light, he could make out her flushed skin.

Olivia's eyes sparkled as she looked up at him from her position under his desk, she swiped her fingers through a sticky substance and-

"Oh fuck!" Elliot gasped, his body shuddered as he felt the cool liquid press against the hot skin on his cock.

Olivia, his Captain, who had brought down the food from their impromptu dinner date, had dipped her fingers in some of the leftover melted ice cream, and drizzled its sugary goodness over his hard shaft.

Olivia bent forward and licked from the base of his hard on, to the tip she had been sucking on before.

"Mmmm, you're right that does taste delicious," Olivia hummed as she wiped her lips with her tongue.

Elliot could hardly breathe as she coated his dick in the remaining liquid, pumping her hand up and down his lower shaft, as she licked and sucked the top half.

He couldn't hold off any longer. He could feel his climax, it was approaching fast, especially after the long day of foreplay.

"Li-Liv, gonna-"

Olivia nodded, but surprised him again. She released him, moving her mouth away and using her hands she directed him to come on her chest.

"Fuuuuuuuuu-ck," Elliot groaned as he twitched. His whole body shuddered as his milky white fluids coated her heaving chest. It didn't take long for him to sag back in his chair, his body still trembling from the force of his climax.

Olivia kept up the pressure on his cock until she felt him go soft. She slowly let him slip from her hands, using her mouth to make sure he was cleaned up in the process. Finally she tucked him back into his shorts, and just as she had done when they started the encounter, she placed her hands on his thighs, massaging them in a comforting way.

"You okay?" she couldn't help smiling when his body twitched at the sound of her throaty voice, lower and more gravelly than normal thanks to his cock plunging in and out of it mere moments before.

"Nu-no-never be okay 'gain," Elliot mumbled as he tried to regulate his breathing, he was squeezing his eyes shut because he knew if he looked at her naked upper body coated in his fluids that he would snap.

"Good, so you think we can add that to the memories we've experienced here? I wanted to give you something you'd remember forever-"

"Yeah don't think that will be an issue. The problem is how I'll ever sit at any desk again without seeing you underneath it, fuck Liv," Elliot grumbled good naturely.

"Mmmm, hard for me to complain about being on your mind, and I have to say I now understand why you liked going down on me from under my desk-"

"Oh shit!" Elliot nearly fell out of his chair. "I'm sorry, here let me help you up," he offered her his hand, knowing how much his knees had ached when he was in her position.

Olivia was touched by his concern for her as she rose to her feet. She smoothed her hand across his jaw, cupping his cheek, "I love you Detective Elliot Stabler, and I am honoured for the part I've had in your life since you joined this unit."

They leaned into each other and Elliot moaned as Olivia swiped her tongue along his lip.

Elliot pulled her against him, ignoring the way her sticky breasts covered his shirt, and kissed her with every part of his body. His hand cradled her jaw, while the other squeezed her ass, his tongue caressed hers, tasting himself, while his thigh snuck between her legs, applying the pressure she so badly needed.

Elliot pulled back an inch, "How about one more memory?" his breathy proposal blew across her swollen lips.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed, I was a little hesitant to post this after a couple months, hopefully there's still an interest in this story heading into Chapter 60. Screw it, I'm nervous as fuck about posting again, so if you enjoyed share some love.

This story will be taking a bit of a turn, there will be a bit more of a plot, but don't worry I'll keep the smut. Ps hope you liked the different venue in this chapter, there are a hundred stories about them getting it on ON the Captain's desk but not as many on HIS desk! Hope I did it justice, but there's still 1 more 4th of July chapter left ;)

A/N 2: Again sorry for the long wait, all I can say is if anyone reading this has diabetes you know how hard it can be to manage at times, and DKA is a very serious condition even in the hospital. Doing better now.

A/N 3: Welcome Jet, and Dana as Elliot's new boss? What could go wrong?

A/N 4: Shoutout to anyone who noticed my reference to my first OTP a famous quote between Harm and Mac from JAG.