Protégé

A/N: Same as before, words in bold are a flashback, italics are a character's thoughts.

A/N 2: I included the end of Chapter 67, just to remind us all of how it ended.

A/N 3: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Wishing the best for everyone in 2025!

Disclaimer: I'd do things so differently, so you know they ain't mine, yet…just kidding.

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Chapter 67

Captain Olivia Benson and Detective Stabler's New Apartment, July 2013

He gave her shoulders a final squeeze and stood up.

"Now I don't know about you Benson, but I sure got hot and sweaty moving all this stuff today, how about…" Elliot whipped his polo over his head as he slowly walked backwards toward their new bathroom.

"We test out…" he began unbuckling his belt as he continued his slow steps.

"Our new shower…"

Olivia gulped as she watched her baby's Father strip down to his boxers. She was happy that Jennifer shut their front door when she left, and her Mother wasn't walking in on Elliot's strip show. Maybe one day she'd be able to convince him to recreate his real striptease that he did at the strip club.

"There's enough space for two…" he declared as he pulled down his boxers, and stepped out of all his clothes. He stood by the bathroom door, completely naked.

Olivia couldn't help taking a moment to stare as she got up to walk towards him. Yes he was in his mid twenties, but his body was ripped, he was chiseled and cut in all the right places.

Olivia wasn't an expert, but she swore his dick was made for her. He was the perfect amount of thickness, he stretched her to the point of him pinching her the first few times they had sex, but not to the point of pain. And he was more than long enough that she swore some times he was ramming her cervix, but not so long that she felt him in her stomach. He was perfectly groomed, with just a faint happy trail. His skin was so soft despite the hard muscles underneath.

Olivia hadn't realized that she had made it to the bathroom as she was appraising her lover's body.

"You done?" Elliot winked, reminding her of the first time they met in her office.

Olivia blushed, just as she did that day seven months prior, "I'm just getting started," she sassed back, grazing his cock with her hand as she walked by him.

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Chapter 68

Captain Olivia Benson and Detective Elliot Stabler's Apartment, Manhattan, July 2013

Olivia moaned as the sun woke her from her slumber. Having just moved, they had yet to get to the finer details, such as hanging window coverings. She glanced at the one thing that was set up, her phone on their nightstand, it was still early, and after the day they had yesterday, she had hoped they could sleep in until 10, as long as neither of them got called in. She could tell by the position she woke up in, that she had probably been hot, and she had maneuvered herself all the way to the edge of the bed.

She rolled over, pleasantly surprised and happy to find her younger lover sprawled naked in the middle of her bed. Their bed. It was their bed now, the light white sheet spread across his hips and legs.

Olivia bit her lip. The arm closest to her was tucked underneath his pillow, the other was hanging over the side of their bed.

She took a minute to admire his strong, chiseled upper body. His bicep was bulging even in his relaxed state. Her eyes moved over, landing on his still face. As much as she loved his body, she also felt he was beautiful too. He had a defined jaw, which went well with his thick eyebrows. She couldn't see them but she knew his piercing blue orbs were hidden underneath his closed lids, that were lined with long lashes. He had a strong nose, and lips the perfect size for kissing hers, sucking her skin, nipping her nipples, and giving her orgasms.

Olivia sighed, she knew her hormones were kicking in, and she was greatly tempted to wake the younger man beside her, but she also knew how tired he was, and that he had done the bulk of the work the previous day.

Her eyes moved lower down his neck to his clavicle and pronounced pecs. She found her hand moving on its own accord. Keeping her touch as light as she could, she ran a finger from the indentation where his collarbones met, down between the obvious midline of his chest. She moved her finger off to the side, swirling it around a light brownish pink nipple.

Olivia wanted to lick it, but kept herself in check. She slid her finger lower, gliding it along the valley on his abdomen. The urge to follow her finger with her tongue was stronger than ever. Her finger came to a stop when her path was blocked by the white sheet. She could see the linen was already slightly tented, making her smile, she wasn't sure if he could feel her touching him, but she loved how responsive he was to her, even in his sleep.

As much as she wanted to push that sheet a little lower, she also wanted him to get some rest. With that thought in mind she got comfortable again, hoping to catch a couple more hours herself.

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The next time Olivia woke up she was warmer than usual, and she noticed right away that Elliot had an arm wrapped around her hip, his hand was brushing her ass.

"Mmmm," she moaned, stretching her body. She had noticed from the first time they shared a bed that Elliot always liked having a part of himself touching her in some way, shape, or form. In past relationships it made her feel suffocated, but she had never felt that with him.

Olivia glanced over at the time on her phone, she was happy to see they had indeed slept in successfully, but now they had more work to do in their new apartment. After waking up and feeling so warm the first thing she wanted was to hop in the shower again. They had both used it for the first time last night, together.

She shook her head, knowing if she wanted to accomplish anything that morning, that she didn't need those thoughts in her head.

She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek, then his shoulder, right over his tattoo of Christ on the cross. Pulling back she examined the tattoo more closely, and it made her think of a different recent memory, one that would definitely not get her libido going. Elliot had told her what happened before she got there, and by the frosty reception she received, she knew it would be another uphill climb in their lives, but they were getting use to obstacles in their relationship, and there was no one she'd rather go through it with.

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Joe and Bernie Stabler's Residence, July 2013

Elliot sat on the couch facing his parents who were both perched in their lazyboy recliners.

"You're moving out? Bu-but why?" Bernie questioned, Elliot could hear the sadness in her voice.

"It's about time the boy moved out," Joe told his wife.

Elliot tried not to examine his Father's comment too closely.

"Actually there's more-" he began to say but was cut off by his Mother.

"Was it something we did?" she appeared genuinely confused by his decision.

"No-no, Maw it's nothin' like that, it's because I've met someone, and we want to move in together," Elliot declared.

He was met with silence for longer than he would have liked.

"You're dating someone?" Joe asked.

"Yes sir," Elliot nodded.

"And you're moving in together?" Joe continued.

Elliot kept nodding, "Mmhm."

"Speak up boy," Joe practically barked.

Elliot knew his Father hated when his family mumbled.

"Yes we want to move in together, we've already got a place, signed the papers-"

"Well I guess now that you're a keyboard monkey at work-"

"Joseph don't call him that, I for one am happy he left that other unit, it was so dangerous, and they were working him to the bone," Bernie sassed back, folding her arms over her chest.

Elliot rolled his eyes.

"Don't be rude to your Mother," Joe said, catching Elliot's eyeroll.

"I can't roll my eyes but it's okay for you to be rude to me?" Elliot asked exasperated.

"We're getting off topic!" Bernie exclaimed.

"Who is this woman? Have you done a background check on her?" Bernie fired off heatedly.

Elliot couldn't help the small smile from appearing on his face.

"Actually Maw, I don't need to do a background check on her because-"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Elliot's response was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Well that's her…"

Both Bernie and Joe stood from their chairs as Elliot moved to answer the door. He greeted Olivia, trying to block his parents view for a moment longer. He noticed Olivia staring at a picture frame inside of his parent's front door, it was an exact replica of the tattoo he had on his shoulder. The picture had been there his entire life, and for him it was the last thing he saw whenever he left the house, and the first thing he saw when he came home safely every night. As much as it held a religious significance to him, it also reminded him of the feeling of home, wherever he was in the world.

After letting her remove her shoes Elliot gave her one final look before turning around and holding her hand he walked them into the proverbial lion's den.

Olivia nodded at his stunned parents, "Mr and Mrs Stabler."

Elliot kept a hold of her hand as they sat down, and his parents continued to stand in shock.

"You guys remember Olivia?" Elliot tried to keep his voice upbeat and steady, he wanted to exude confidence.

Using her first name seemed to bring his parents out of their stupor.

Joe merely snorted before falling back on his chair, while Bernie's whole face turned red.

"Olivia? I thought it was Captain! Captain Benson!" Bernie slowly sat back down on her recliner.

Elliot cleared his throat. He expected this reaction from his Mother, but his Father was the wild card in his mind.

"Maw, from the moment we met there's been an unmistakable connection, now that I'm out of SVU, we want to explore that-"

"By moving in together and living in sin!" Bernie's voice shook, and her body trembled.

Joe hummed, "Bernadette calm down, can't you see this for what it is?"

All eyes landed on the retired officer.

Joe snickered, "This is one way to climb the ranks I suppose. First you needed my name to get your shield, now you're going to use your girlfriend to get a better position-"

"Detective Stabler is a wonderful officer, who needs no help from anyone to advance his career. I'd put money on him making Sergeant before you did," Olivia spoke up, hating when anyone ever questioned Elliot's capabilities as a cop.

"Is that right? And that'd be your money you're betting with? 'Cause Cap I'm sure he's using you in that department too-" Joe snarked.

"Enough!" Elliot stood, pulling Olivia up with him. He walked them back towards the front door. He don't care what they said about him, but he wouldn't listen to them dragging Olivia.

"Nothing either of you say will affect our choice, we want to be together in every sense of the word, we want to live together, get married, have a family, grow old together. You can either be a part of that or not, that is your choice," Elliot declared with a sense of finality, even though he himself wasn't sure about a marriage, they had never expressed that desire to one another yet.

Both his parents had stood too. His Mother looked upset, but he couldn't read the expression on his Father's face. Elliot noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and he clocked his sister Claire at the top of the stairs. He assumed she had heard everything, and it made him feel marginally better when a small smile graced her face and she nodded.

"I hope you both can accept us, we're not naïve, we know there are going to be a lot of obstacles, but I love your son, and I for one can't wait for our future together," Olivia stated while giving her boyfriend's hand a firm squeeze. She slipped back into her sandals, happy they were the kind of shoes that allowed for a quick exit.

"Maw, Father," Elliot rasped, his throat tightening, he could feel that odd burning sensation behind his eyes and nose again.

"Let's go," he muttered, opening the door for Olivia, he took one last look at that picture hanging on the wall. He realized in that moment that his home would forever be wherever Olivia was.

They paused together on the veranda.

Elliot raised an eyebrow when he noticed the taxi Olivia had arrived in was still waiting outside of his parent's house.

Olivia laughed, "I figured this wouldn't take too long."

Elliot grinned and pulled her into his body, "Imagine if we had told them about Baby B."

Olivia smiled as he kissed her forehead, "We're already going to be living together in sin, what does a premarital baby get you according to your Mother?"

The confession, as Olivia had begun referring to it as, went just about as well as she had predicted. She knew they wouldn't be pleased, but she couldn't stand the way Joseph constantly ridiculed Elliot and put him down. She knew Elliot had probably received that kind of treatment his whole life. Maybe they had more in common with their parents than she realized.

As they climbed in the taxi together, she was prouder than ever at the way he had stood up for her, and she knew it wouldn't be the last time they had a confrontation like that.

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Captain Benson and Detective Stabler's New Apartment, Present Time, July 2013

"'Livia?" Elliot called as he made his way into their living room. He had been elated to wake up on their first morning together in their new place, with his body wrapped around his girlfriend.

They didn't linger in bed for too long, and quickly jumped in the shower together, Elliot had paid particular attention to his pregnant lover. First he washed her hair, making sure to scratch her scalp the way he knew she loved, and then he took the time to massage every inch of her wet soapy body.

He had lingered on a few particular areas. Her breasts were as sensitive as ever. He barely touched her and her nipples were immediately peaked. As she stood under the spray he had pressed his slick body up against her back. He rubbed her shoulders making her moan. She tried to tell him they had work to do, but he was determined to wash away any lingering stress her Mother had caused the night before.

He couldn't help his erection, and he got some relief by pressing it against her ass, but he was solely focused on the woman in front him in that moment. He had poured some body soap in his hands, and working it into a lather he massaged her arms from her shoulders to her fingertips.

Olivia arched her back, pushing her ass against his groin, and thrusting her chest out.

"More," she sighed, grabbing his hands and wasting no time she placed them on her chest so that he was cupping both breasts.

He understood what she wanted, and he used his thumbs to flick the distended tips. Elliot peered over her shoulder, the sight of her flushed chest in his hands, his thumbs rubbing the engorged buds, her head was thrown back on his shoulder, and she was bouncing up and down on her heels, the up and down motion, combined with the water, was creating a dangerous situation for his hard on.

"Fuck sakes Olivia," Elliot groaned, he ditched his current position. Despite how wonderful it felt, he knew he was about two minutes from exploding all over the small of her back and ass. As much as part of him wanted to see his seed on her perfectly tanned butt, he had other ideas for her.

He turned them so they were face to face. Her eyes were closed, and he took a moment to kiss her properly.

"Mmmm," Olivia mumbled as his tongue played with hers. Just before she was out of breath he broke their lips apart. He kissed both her cheeks and nose, before moving lower.

He resumed his massage, this time rubbing her shoulders, he slid his hands down her slick skin, grasping her breasts again.

Elliot kneeled down, sliding his lips from her chin to her sternum, he kept going until his face was level with her stomach.

"I hope you're sleeping," he whispered before kissing her small protrusion.

Olivia gasped and her eyes flew open as he cradled their baby in his hands, it felt like their child could feel the love he had for it through her skin.

"Love you so much," he rasped as he kissed her skin from one hip bone to the other.

Olivia was nearly brought to tears, she was feeling so many things all at once. She was overwhelmed by the love she had for the man on his knees in front of her. But he also had her so turned on her whole body was trembling, and her legs felt like jelly.

"Oh-ay, El!" Olivia choked when she suddenly felt his tongue probing her engorged clit.

Elliot kept his tongue as firm as he could, and lashed the bundle of nerves as he grabbed a handful of her ass, pulling her body against his mouth. He had noticed her pulsing clit from his viewpoint, and couldn't help covering it with his mouth.

"No-nuh-not like this," Olivia had declared before pulling him up by his shoulders. He could still taste her essence on his tongue, when she moved them so that she was perched on the built in shelf, meant for their shower products. She didn't seem to care as she knocked the only bottles they had managed to put on it the previous night. It was the perfect height and support that she needed.

And she didn't need to ask him, he understood completely when she grasped his hips, pulling him into her core.

"Jesus Christ, so warm, so wet," Elliot mumbled as his shaft slid along her slick walls.

Olivia clung to Elliot, her calves wrapped around his hips, and her heels dug into his firm ass, as her nails clawed at his strong back.

"Ah damn Liv," Elliot hissed he knew he would have scratch marks on his back but he didn't care, if anything he loved having physical proof of their love and dalliances.

Elliot could barely move with the way Olivia was clinging to him, but neither of them needed much. He was close to cumming from the moment he woke up wrapped around her. And seeing his girlfriend in the shower, would always put him on the verge of a powerful climax.

"Ah-Oh-Oh-Livia!" Elliot groaned when he felt her teeth clamp down on his shoulder, at the same time as her inner core clamped down on his dick, making it impossible for him to move. The pressure of her orgasm caused his own, as he exploded inside of her, her walls milked him for everything he had. He was sure if she hadn't been pregnant, that she would've been after that.

It took them both a couple minutes to calm down. Elliot could feel his shaft softening but if he had a choice he'd never leave the warm, wet cavern that he rested in.

It took a few minutes but they caught their breath and pulled apart, Elliot offered to help clean her up, but Olivia batted his hand away, giggling softly.

"We'll never get anything done," she smiled, as she stood under the spray, quickly washing their mixed fluids away.

"You good?" she asked as she slicked her long hair back.

"Mmhm, give me a few, need to wash my hair," Elliot moaned, he knew if Olivia stayed in there with him that he'd be hard again very soon.

Olivia winked, before she turned to open the door. Elliot welcomed the cold blast of air that entered, and he immediately turned the temperature to cool for the remainder of his shower.

Elliot walked out to the living room in a towel, unsure of what to wear, it would depend on which tasks Olivia wanted to tackle that day.

He found her lounging on their couch, in skin tight leggings, and a favourite grey sweater of his. The apartment's A/C had been running for a full day, and the difference in the blazing summer heat was extremely noticeable. He was tempted to discover if she was wearing anything under his sweater. Just as he was about to inquire, his thoughts were interrupted by her cellphone.

"It's Rollins," she told him, rolling her eyes knowing it was never good news when she got a call from one of her Detectives on the weekend.

"Benson," Olivia answered with her usual greeting.

Elliot could partially hear Amanda's concerned voice. He picked up a few keywords. Something about jogging in the park with Frannie, and she chased down some sketchy flasher. 'A feeling' she told Olivia.

Elliot smiled sadly as Olivia hung up.

"You've been summoned?" Elliot asked already knowing the answer.

"Unfortunately, I'm sorry-" she began to say.

"Hey, no no, duty calls," Elliot was quick to shut down any apology.

"Just tell me what you want me to tackle while you're gone okay?" Elliot smiled as he walked around the couch, so that he could wrap his arms around Olivia.

"Hah mm'kay, I'll message you, hopefully I won't be long, sounds like she called everyone in, she said they're witnesses, maybe we'll get lucky and it'll be open and shut," Olivia joked, knowing those cases were extremely rare.

"I'll go get ready, the sooner I leave the sooner I'll get back," Olivia rasped, kissing Elliot's cheek, before stepping away from his body.

"I still need to get dressed too," Elliot winked, but Olivia instantly recognized the mischievous look in his eyes.

She knew he was butt naked under his towel.

"El I'm serious," Olivia tried to keep her tone stern.

Elliot held up his hands in surrender as he followed her to their bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched her go through a couple drawers, grabbing a few pieces of clothing each time.

He smiled as he felt a warm happy sensation bloom in his body. There was something about getting ready for their respective day together. Something that seemed so mundane, he realized he would get to experience it every day from then on.

"What?" Olivia asked as she came to stand in front of him. She was clipping her badge to her belt.

Elliot realized he had zoned out, "No-nothing, have a good day, be safe," he said kissing her forehead, as he moved so she could walk out to their living room, where they kept the gun safe, which now housed both their pieces.

"I love you!" he called out as he made his way to his own drawers.

"Love you too!" he heard, just before the click of their door.

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A/N: Happy new year to everyone! I struggled to write this Chapter, I've been under the weather, so I apologize if it wasn't up to par, hard to write sex scenes when you have the flu.

A/N 2: Yes we've reached the… you know who point in SVU, but as promised I won't be going into any graphic details, and there will be differences in the storyline.

A/N 3: Thank you for all your comments/likes/kudos/favourites etc, they really do mean a lot to writers.