Protégé Chapter 6

A/N: Smut ahead, descriptive explanations of sexual acts, read at your own comfort level, probably considered M, very M or E if you're reading on AO3, aka graphic. This is for the few people who PMed me asking for this update. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave your dirty thoughts ;)

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Not wanting to be seen together Elliot went to the bar to grab a drink while Olivia crept back to their booth.

Fin and Mel were cozied up at the table, looking oddly comfortable. Jesus, Olivia thought, for a bunch of sex detectives, who saw the worst in humanity, was everybody shacking up?

"Hey, where you been baby girl?" Fin questioned her when she slid in the booth, his hand discreetly moving from Melinda's shoulder, to the back of the booth.

Olivia smiled, "I was dancing with some guy."

"Mmmm, a keeper?" Melinda asked.

Olivia shook her head, "No, he was nice but just a warm body."

"Hey nothing wrong with that, we're in our prime, might as well have some fun," Mel grinned.

"Hmph," Fin groaned.

Both women looked at him, "You disagree?" Mel teased, arching an eyebrow at him.

"No no it's not that, go women, female empowerment, blahblahblah, but Liv's like my sister, I don't wanna think bout her takin nobody home!"

The women chuckled, "Okay fair enough Fin," Olivia agreed.

"I think I'm gonna take off soon anyways, we all have to work tomorrow," Olivia continued, she also didn't want to see who left with whom.

"You need a ride?" Fin asked.

Olivia shook her head, "I'll grab a cab."

Olivia stood to leave nearly running into Elliot,

"Oh hey Cap, you going somewhere?"

"Uh, yeah I'm gonna head out, see you guys tomorrow, try not to be too hungover okay?" Olivia didn't want to be too stern, but it was a Tuesday night after all.

"You getting a lift?"

Olivia shook her head, "Just grabbing a taxi."

"Ah, yeah I guess I will too…" Elliot trailed off.

"What you not gonna call your mom for a ride?" Fin joked, laughing with Melinda.

Elliot smiled, allowing the good natured ribbing. "Naw, too late to call her, she's probably passed out on the couch waiting for me."

Olivia sank her teeth into her bottom lip, "Well I'm not far from here so you wanna share, you can take the cab home after they drop me at my place."

"Really?" Elliot asked, surprised by her offer.

Olivia nodded, "Yeah it's fine, plus I'd rather you go home and sleep than drink the night away in here."

Olivia turned to Fin and Melinda, "You two, behave yourselves." She pointed to her eyes and then she pointed at them, "I'm always watching."

The couple in the booth laughed, "Get home safe you guys," Fin said.

Olivia walked out of the club, having no idea where Nick or Rollins and Carisi had sneaked off to. Elliot followed closely behind her, to the line of cabs waiting outside the establishment.

He slid in next to her in the taxi, listening to her spout out her address to the driver before settling in.

"Gotta say I didn't expect you to offer me a ride," Elliot broke the silence.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "Or is that exactly what you expected," she responded in a low husky voice.

Elliot gulped and turned his head to look anywhere but at the siren sitting beside him. He shook his head and bounced his knee, he hoped the streetlights passing by didn't show his blushing face. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Olivia chuckled, she reached out and rubbed a hand against the nape of his neck, "You make it so easy."

"Hmmm," Elliot growled. "You don't understand, I don't even have to see you sometimes, just the sound of your voice… it just sparks something inside me."

"Yeah I think I know what it sparks…" Olivia trailed off, her eyes glancing down at his lap.

Elliot shook his head, looking at her, "No I mean it. Yes, you do that to me too, but even in the squad room, the sound of your voice, can bring me, I dunno a good kind of comfort, a kind of calm washes over me. I've never felt that before."

Olivia gulped, her hand moved to scratch the base of his scalp.

Elliot leaned into her touch, humming softly. It felt so good anytime she touched him.

They were getting close to her apartment, already on her street.

"You-do you want to come up for a night cap? Maybe a coffee before you head home? Sober up a bit more?" Olivia proposed.

Elliot was again surprised by her offer but he would never turn down spending more time with her.

"Ab-so-fucking-lutely."

Olivia laughed as the taxi pulled to a stop. Elliot chuckled too as he reached for his wallet.

"No it's okay I got it," Olivia said, reaching out and patting his arm while handing the driver a twenty.

Olivia popped open her door and waited for Elliot to get out before walking to her front door. Together they climbed her stairs making their way to her apartment.

They walked in, the silence heavy, before Olivia finally broke it, "Um I'll put on some coffee, why don't you make yourself comfortable."

Elliot smiled and went into her living room, he loosened his tie and sat down on her couch.

Olivia put the coffee on and went to join him in her living area. She wasn't sure why she brought him up to her apartment.

"So…" Elliot trailed off.

"Yeah, so… tonight was uh different…"

"Yep," Elliot responded.

"It's not-that's-that isn't something I make a habit of doing just so you know."

"Wh-what giving handjobs? Cause I gotta tell you Liv, it was incredible!"

Olivia laughed, "In public places, no."

"Ah, okay," Elliot paused for a moment, looking down at his lap.

"And mine was it, uh, was it good for you?"

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "I told you you take orders well didn't I?"

Elliot nodded at the woman standing a couple feet from him. "Yo-you did I guess, maybe you could teach me more though?"

Olivia crossed her arms under her chest, "What do you mean?"

Elliot shrugged, "I want to please you, I want to give you the most pleasure possible."

"Okay…"

"So show me," Elliot challenged, getting to his feet.

"Show you?" Olivia questioned.

"Mmhm," Elliot grabbed Olivia by her shoulders, turned her and pushed her towards the couch. "Show me, Captain, how to pleasure you."

Olivia laughed, "You're serious?" She tilted her chin up at him, slightly loving his take charge attitude. "You want me to what, show you how to-"

"Touch a woman," Elliot finished.

Olivia swallowed audibly and took a deep breath.

Despite everything they had done, they hadn't actually shed any clothes yet.

"Hmmm, tempting," she husked while biting her lip.

"Just think if I knew exactly where to touch you how much more pleasure I could give you."

"Oh so I'm really doing this for me is what you're saying?" Olivia grinned.

Elliot smiled, "Exactly this is all for you."

"Oh well, in that case…" Olivia quickly spun Elliot around, and pushed him down onto the couch.

Elliot gulped as Olivia straddled him and grabbed his tie, she slid it apart even further and pulled it over his head. She slipped it around her neck, and then slowly undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. There was no reason for it, she just wanted to see his bare chest, his body was so sexy.

She spread the sides of his shirt when she was done, enjoying his rippling abdominal muscles. She scratched down his chest and abdomen, leaving bright red nail tracks in her wake, causing Elliot to buck up and hiss.

Olivia turned her hands to her own clothes, she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. She liked the way his eyes followed her every move. She pulled her shirt off completely and threw it on the floor. It left her in her thin cami and his tie.

Olivia leaned down and grasped his lips in a strong firm kiss, but before Elliot could respond her mouth was gone.

Olivia stood and pulled Elliot to his feet. She sat him on her coffee table, "Don't touch," she said with a wink.

Elliot shivered in front of her, and part of her couldn't believe she was actually going to do this.

Olivia pulled open the button on her pants, she stood between Elliot's spread thighs. She slowly lowered the zipper loving how his pupils dilated when he caught a glimpse of blue lace.

She grabbed the sides of her pants, and pushed them over her hips and thighs.

They dropped to the floor allowing her to step out of them, as well as her socks and shoes.

"You comfy?" Olivia inquired, wanting him to enjoy the moment.

Elliot nodded, but then toed off his own shoes.

Olivia chuckled, "Good."

She backed up in the small space until her legs hit the couch, and sat down on it, she took a deep breath.

Elliot was staring at her so intensely. What he said in the cab really stuck with her. He wasn't just in this for a few good locker room stories apparently, which is what she originally believed. Just her voice providing him comfort…could her young inexperienced detective, actually have real feelings for her?

She was still guarded but it sure seemed like his infatuation could be more than just lust. The thought alone made her shiver, as she anticipated what she was going to do next.

Elliot's eyes were darting from her camisole covered chest to her blue lace bikini panties. She knew he'd be able to see the wet spot as she spread her legs and propped each heel on each of his thighs as he sat a foot away from her on her coffee table.

Elliot moaned staring at her spread legs, and wet core.

"Rub my legs," Olivia instructed.

Elliot blew out a deep breath, and smoothed his hands from her ankles up to her calf muscles, kneading and massaging her strong flesh.

Olivia purred, "Mmmm, good."

"What's next?" Elliot asked.

Olivia groaned and raised her hips, she grabbed the sides of her panties and pushed them down so they sat stretched between her knees.

"Pull them off," she husked in a low tone.

"Fuck," Elliot grunted.

He raised his hands higher up her legs and snagging the side of her underwear, he tugged them down her long legs, lifting each foot from his thighs, before removing them from her feet. He held the lacy fabric in his hand, and dropped them on the coffee table. He was sorely tempted to slip them into his pocket instead.

He placed his hands back on Olivia's feet, massaging her ankles, as she held her knees together.

"What now?" Elliot asked.

Olivia rubbed her feet up and down his pant covered thigh, her foot sliding up towards his straining erection. "Undo your pants, you've gotta be feeling the pressure."

Elliot moaned, and quickly unbuckled his belt, undoing his button and zipper and sighing in relief as his pants loosened against his bulge.

"Good boy," Olivia hummed happily. She wanted to see more, but she would be patient, for now all she could see was the top of his blue boxers, an obvious tent in his shorts.

Elliot grunted when she praised him, he definitely liked when she did that. He placed his hands on her legs again, and slowly slid them up to her knees.

Her legs were delectably smooth, perfectly tanned, with strong muscles contracting underneath. They seemed to go on forever as his eyes slowly traced over every inch. His hands paused at her closed knees, hiding what he truly wanted to see.

Olivia smirked and slowly began to open her legs, allowing them to fall a foot apart and bare her to his hungry eyes in all her naked glory.

Elliot choked and sputtered on his breath, "Ol-liv-vee, ah."

Olivia smiled at his reaction.

"Holy fuck," Elliot sighed.

He had only fingered two other women in his life and both times they were still clothed and he had slipped his hand into their pants. This was a whole other level.

Olivia smirked, "Most men think they can just rub the clit a couple times and shove a couple fingers inside." Olivia proceeded to slide one hand down her stomach to the top of her bare mound, before spreading her fingers apart and parting her folds. She watched him gasp as her entire core was on display in front of him.

She was wet, very wet, and the way his pupils were dilated and how his sky blue eyes had transformed into a dark navy blue, had her insides clenching around thin air. She closed her eyes and heard him gasp and she knew he had just seen her entrance clench.

"So there's mo-more?" Elliot inquired.

Olivia nodded, "First, take your time and explore, we have nerves all over, not just in our clit or tunnel."

Olivia slid a couple fingers from her spare hand from the top of her mound, down to her entrance and back up again.

"Spread the juices all around," Olivia whispered.

Elliot nodded transfixed by the sight in front of him, Olivia, his Captain, sitting on her couch, half naked, wearing his tie and a tight fitted camisole, bare from the waist down, sliding her fingers through her wet pussy; it was beyond any fantasy he had ever conjured up in his mind, sleeping or awake. It was better than the odd porn he'd seen over the years.

Olivia moaned, "When you're sure I'm wet enough, you can move up to my clit, rub me with a medium pressure just off center on my right side, like this."

Elliot's eyes were bulging out of his head, just like his cock was threatening to burst from his pants at the sight of her rubbing her small bundle of nerves.

Olivia moaned as she watched her young Detective squeeze his firm erection.

"Take it out Stabler," Olivia commanded, she was still feeling the effects from her drinks at the bar, but now she was floating on a new high, Elliot making her feel things she had never experienced before.

Elliot grunted, releasing her leg to use both hands. He slipped his hand inside his boxers and pulled his solid shaft from it's polyester confine. The bulbous head slapped against his lower abdominal muscles.

Olivia groaned, she knew he'd be big and she wasn't disappointed, she had felt him in the bathroom at the bar. Elliot hadn't removed his eyes from her dripping core.

"To-touch yourself too Detective," Olivia husked.

Elliot responded to her directions immediately, swirling his thumb over the tip of his penis, using his precum as lubricant. "More, show me more," he grunted, while pumping his hand up and down his shaft.

Olivia groaned, "You can slide your fingers between my folds, down to my entrance…"

"Mmhm," Elliot groaned, moving his hand more firmly along his hardon, squeezing his head at every other pass.

"An-and then, fuck, you could slide one of your thick fingers into my-my…" Olivia trailed off as she slipped her middle finger inside her puckered hole.

"Say it Captain," Elliot demanded as he bucked his hips up into his fist. "Fucking say it!"

Olivia blushed, "Pussy, fuck Elliot, your thick fingers in my pussy!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Elliot chanted, while reaching down to squeeze his balls.

"Ungh-El, fuck," Olivia moaned, moving her hand to grasp her breast over her camisole. She shoved another finger into her clenching tunnel, her walls closing in on her digits.

"Ca-can't, wait, not, Oh-liv-veeeeeee, ahhhhhh!" Elliot groaned, he grabbed a handful of Kleenex from the box resting on her coffee table beside him.

He bucked and jerked into the tissue, grunting Olivia's name, as he came.

Olivia closed her eyes, the sight of Elliot ejaculating on her coffee table was forever going to be burned into her brain.

She could hear her young Detective panting heavily as she continued to pleasure herself.

Olivia nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hands moving up and down her legs again.

She opened her eyes to see Elliot staring back at her, his eyes a dark stormy blue, his shaft tucked back into his boxers again.

"Cum for me Captain," Elliot whispered.

"Uh, um- ground the heel of your palm, or use yo-your fing-fingers and rub, rub my clit again, while pumping your fingers in and out of my wet, tight, hole," Olivia whimpered.

"I bet you're so warm inside, hmmm, your tight walls are clenching against your digits aren't they Liv?" Elliot replied in a soft voice.

"Mmhm, fuck yes El!" Olivia shouted as her body began to quiver and spasm.

"Fuck Stabler, ye-yeeeeeeeees," Olivia purred, her voice reaching a high peak as her head snapped back against the couch.

She could feel her walls narrowing and grabbing her fingers as she ground her palm against her bundle of nerves. She felt an extra flood of fluid hit her digits, as she slowly pulled them out.

Elliot and Olivia were both panting heavily. He was still massaging her legs, hoping to calm her nerves.

"You have no idea how badly I want to taste you right now," Elliot husked in a deep low voice.

Olivia chuckled as she tried to catch her breath, "I think that may be a lesson for another day."

"Mmhm, so… does that mean, I mean, will there be another day?" he asked somewhat shyly.

Olivia finally tipped her head up to look at him, "You and I both know how wrong this is…"

Elliot nodded, "Yes."

"How much trouble we'd both be in if anyone ever found out," Olivia continued.

Elliot kept nodding his head.

"Not to mention, how different our personal lives are…" Olivia trailed off.

"I do understand all your concerns, and if you tell me to never make a pass at you again, I will respect that."

Despite both being half naked, they continued to stare into each other's eyes.

"What have you done to me?" Olivia whispered.

Elliot shook his head, "I don't know, but you're doing the same to me."

Olivia stood and grabbed her pants, pulling them up her long legs, she left them unbuttoned.

Elliot got up and situated his own clothing, getting the hint it was time to go. He jumped as Olivia began doing up his shirt.

"I'll call you a cab?" she questioned.

Elliot grabbed ahold of his tie and yanked her body against his.

He grasped the back of her head, his fingers slipping into her mahogany silky hair as his lips crushed over her mouth.

Not expecting the contact, Olivia slammed her hands against his strong pecs.

"Mmmm," Olivia moaned into Elliot's mouth.

Elliot pried her lips open, thrusting his tongue inside her warm wet cavern.

Olivia grunted, and slid her tongue against his.

Needing to breathe Elliot finally pulled back, leaving her lips glistening and swollen.

"That'd be great," Elliot rasped.

Olivia nodded, he was getting very good at that. She patted his chest repeatedly before moving out of his embrace to find her phone.

Elliot chuckled, he thought he had rendered her speechless for a couple seconds at least, which was fine by him, she rendered him speechless multiple times on a daily basis without even trying.

"Guess we never got to that coffee," Olivia called, coming out of her kitchen after calling a cab.

"Huh, I didn't even hear it go off," Elliot replied.

"Me neither," Olivia agreed, taking off his tie and slipping it over his head.

"Yeah, I was kinda distracted…" Elliot trailed off as his eyes slowly dropped down her body.

Olivia smiled, "I bet you were."

"I'm gonna go before you get me going again Captain."

"Be careful, Fin or Nick could be around now," Olivia warned.

"Promise," Elliot replied, leaning in and giving Olivia a quick peck. He pulled back and looked her in the eyes, then raised his hands and grabbing both sides of her face, kissed her with more force and passion.

Elliot moaned against her lips, grasping her bottom lip between his. He sucked and pulled her plump bottom lip into his mouth.

Olivia purred as he finally released her lip, letting it slip from between his, before giving it a little nip.

"Go," Olivia said, in a low tone, pushing against one of his shoulders.

Elliot nodded, "See you tomorrow at work," he winked while sneaking out her door.

Olivia turned her lock and secured her deadbolt. She leaned her head against her door.

She was tired, it was late. But she couldn't stop the smile from gracing her lips.

She didn't know what they were doing. And she didn't know what they were going to do. But somehow this young man had blown into her life like a hurricane, and she loved getting swept up in his embrace.

A/N: Cold shower?