Protégé

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

A/N 2: This Chapter is rated M, back to my 'good' work. This Chapter is definitely a bit of a recap/setup chapter for the next phase of the story. Definitely a rollercoaster Chapter, my apologies ahead of time.

A/N 3: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Disclaimer: I could really use the income, but alas not mine.

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Chapter 67

Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment, July 2013

"You're sure?" Elliot asked, he couldn't keep the surprised tone out of his voice.

It had been a week since Rollins had been shot. They were all surprised when the case took a sudden turn, and the shooter ended up being the daughter of Fin's ex-partner. Although the young woman would serve time, she would also get the psychological support that she needed.

Things were slowly changing. Rollins, still in the early stages of her pregnancy, was rehabbing from her shoulder wound. Last Olivia heard, she was jogging with her dog, Frannie again.

Jet had only been at SVU for a week but she was settling in well. The young Detective was an absolute wiz on the computer, and she had great instincts for someone so new to the job.

Carisi had a rough first week as a lawyer, with his significant other getting shot, but he'd tell you it was also the best week of his life, finding out he was going to be a Father for the first time. As far as she knew Carisi had kept her secret about the paternity of her baby's Father, and she was keeping their secret too. Now that the couple had disclosed, their relationship was totally out in the open, aside from their expectancy due in December, which was still under wraps. Technically Rollins was on desk duty from being shot, so Olivia didn't need to put the blonde Detective there for her pregnancy yet.

Elliot's first week in computer crimes had been good, but not his best. He didn't mind the work and he was learning a lot, he also didn't mind working alone, more than he ever did before. The thing he didn't love was the smarmy Sergeant, Dana's number two, Dean Porter. Olivia had told him everything about Porter. How she knew him, the time they worked together across the country, while she and Nick were in a bad patch. How he popped up a few years later during an SVU case. She admitted they shared a kiss during the case, and that she had a feeling at times over the years she had known him, that she believed he had feelings for her, but after their last case together it confirmed for her at least that nothing would ever happen between them. She couldn't trust Porter, and she could never be with someone she couldn't trust.

She hadn't thought about Porter for years, and she didn't love that he and Elliot were working together, she wasn't sure she trusted him to have Elliot's back. Thankfully they had Dana as their CO, and they weren't in the field very often, let alone together.

Trust was not an issue she currently had with Elliot.

"Yes," Olivia smiled.

"You want to move?" he asked.

"Mmhm," she nodded

"To that apartment we saw? The one that they only dropped the price on because a crime was committed?" Elliot continued to clarify. Olivia had been so against the place when they saw it, and it didn't help that they ran into her mother visiting a 'friends' apartment in the early morning hours.

Olivia reached across the couch they were sitting on, facing one another and held his hands.

"El we could spend years searching for the perfect place. The apartment itself was in pretty decent shape, and it's in a good neighborhood, still close to the precinct, and space for us and our growing family," she concluded placing his hands on her stomach.

Elliot felt a burning feeling behind his eyes and nose, his vision blurred but he broke out into a huge smile. He lunged forward, playfully tackling Olivia, until her back hit the cushions.

Olivia chuckled, "So yes?"

Elliot's reply was muffled, "I'll call Jen the realtor, get her to set up an appointment with the listing agent."

"I love you El and I'm tired of delaying our future which leads me to my next suggestion-

Elliot's head popped up, "You're ready? You want to disclose?"

Olivia grinned up at him, "Mmhm."

"So what do we have to do?" Elliot rubbed his finger along the strong line of her jaw.

"Well we both have to send a letter to our superiors, you to Dana, me to Dodds, basically informing them of our intent to date."

"That's it?" Elliot asked, he was slightly distracted, captivated by his girlfriend's beauty. They were relaxing in her apartment on a warm Saturday afternoon. She was wearing a thin white tank top, her black bra was a stark contrast underneath, but it did match with her black yoga pants.

"Well I expect we'll have some questions fired our way afterwards. Some things we'll probably have to explain, and definitely deny," Olivia mumbled, getting equally distracted by his finger that had wandered from her jaw, down her neck, and was currently tracing her collarbone.

"Hmmm like… did we ever kiss before?" Elliot finished his question by placing his lips against hers.

"Mmhm," Olivia confirmed.

"That I've never seen these before?" Elliot grasped one of her breasts, and gave it a soft squeeze, as his lips followed the path his finger had took.

"For sure," Olivia moaned, "Ohhhh!" she exclaimed as Elliot pulled her up, and rearranged them on the couch.

"Definitely will have to deny that I've ever touched you like this," Elliot teased as he sat back against the couch cushions, and moved so that Olivia was straddling him. He was only wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts.

He slid his hands down around her hips until they landed on her ass. He leaned forward and pressed his face into her chest.

"El, mmmm, I'm uncomfortable…" Olivia muttered.

Elliot lifted his head and kissed her cheek, while leaning in close and nuzzling her nose, "You sore?"

Olivia shook her head, but reached behind her back. Elliot's jaw dropped and he closed his eyes as he caught on to what she was doing.

When he opened his eyes he was met with Olivia putting her hair up in a messy bun, her breasts were too big for her tank, and without her bra to confine them, they were more prominent than ever.

"B-better?" Elliot stuttered. Even after months together, she could still make him feel like a teenage boy with his first playboy.

"Much," Olivia rasped. "I'm feeling a sense of deja vu, do you need me to teach you again?"

"Hah, guess that's something else I should leave out, all the lessons you gave me," Elliot joked, continuing their original conversation.

"Well I think we should exclude certain lessons," Olivia agreed, "But I think my body's changing, maybe you need a refresher course?"

"God Liv," Elliot groaned, unable to take his eyes off her skin that was glistening in the blazing summer heat, despite her A/C cranking loudly in the background.

Without speaking, Olivia grabbed his hands that had been squeezing her butt, and intertwining their fingers she placed them on her breasts.

"Touch me," she ordered, as she began grinding up and down on his lap. She was thankful they were both wearing the thinnest amount of clothing.

"That's it, use your fingers," Olivia instructed.

"Ho-how?" Elliot stuttered. He thrust his hips upwards as her spandex clad centre grazed his hard shaft. With her legs on either side of his, his movements were limited, and it was driving him crazy.

"Like this," Olivia swirled her fingers around her aerola over her thin tank top.

"Use your mouth, and flick my nipples with your th-thumbs," Olivia breathed heavily.

Elliot didn't hesitate a moment longer. He leaned forward and shocked Olivia when he covered as much of her mound as he could with his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she exclaimed.

Elliot swirled his tongue around the pebble, then using the tip he slid it up and around before closing his lips, and sucking the swollen bud into his mouth.

Olivia clawed at the back of his head, and she tried to rub her core as hard as she could against any part of her younger lover that she could. The material of her shirt was making her breast even more sensitive.

Elliot tugged on her nipple, pulling it between his front teeth before finally releasing it.

They both groaned, Olivia in ecstasy, Elliot from the sight of seeing her distended nub through her now wet tank top.

Olivia shifted slightly, and pulled the strap of her tank down her arm, allowing her other larger than normal breast to easily pop out of her shirt.

"Ay-yes," Olivia moaned guiding his mouth to her exposed nipple.

"Suck, need you to suck," Olivia demanded.

Elliot could tell by her movements that she wasn't in a joking mood. He didn't make her wait. He dived forward, immediately swirling his tongue around the swollen peak. He cradled the breast he had just been sucking on in his other hand, and used his thumb to keep stimulating the wet nipple through her shirt.

"Ay-oh-unghhhh," Olivia groaned, "Just-shit give me your hand, you-your other hand!"

Olivia grabbed his free hand, and brought it to her spandex covered mound.

They both gasped when Elliot clasped his hand over her core. He could feel her heat through the thin layer of stretchy cloth.

He kept his hand still, and simply let her ground her clit against the base of his hand, while he bared down on her distended nipple with his mouth, licking the distended nub, flicking it with his tongue. He knew the moment she went over the edge by the way her body responded. His hand suddenly felt wet, even through her pants, and her whole body shook, shuddered, then froze.

He released her swollen bud, letting it slip from his lips, as she pushed his hand away from her other heaving breast. Her nipple and areola were shiny from his ministrations.

Olivia collapsed against him, and he was panting heavily himself. He couldn't take it anymore either.

He stood up, depositing Olivia on the couch, leaving her in the position he had previously been in. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, using the time to whip his shirt over his head.

"Elll?" Olivia mumbled as Elliot reached out a hand and pulled her to her feet.

"El?" she questioned again, still in a fog from her orgasm.

Elliot couldn't wait, he positioned her in front of the couch, placing her hands on the top of it, leaving her in a bent over position. He crouched behind her, and grasped the lip of her athletic pants. He pulled them to her ankles, pleasantly surprised to find no panties.

"Jesus Christ," Elliot rubbed his forehead, looking up was a sight he'd dreamed about.

She was dripping wet from her previous climax. He could see both of her holes, her smaller puckered one, that was glistening from moments before, up to her core where all her fluids were coming from.

Elliot looked past her glorious ass to see her arms trembling, and one of her breasts was still exposed, hanging loosely from her tank top.

"Mmmm, grab a pillow," Elliot was the one doing the ordering in that moment.

"Wh-why?" Olivia looked back at him.

Elliot smirked, "Because I'm about to make you scream."

Olivia's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she gasped as she felt Elliot lick from her butt, between her cheeks, soaking up as much fluid as he could, he paused at her rosebud. Circling it with his tongue, he gave the smallest amount of pressure, hearing her breath hitch, he didn't stay there for too long, continuing on his journey, towards his goal.

He was flooded by her aroma the moment his tongue plunged through the remnants of her first orgasm. He knew it wouldn't take much to get her to cum again.

Reaching up he ran two fingers up her slit to her swollen clit and rubbed them over and around the engorged bud.

"Na-UNGHHHHH!" Olivia cried, turning her face into her arm, she bit her flesh, trying in vain to silence her screams.

Elliot's tongue plunged into her warm wet core, feeling her walls clamp down immediately.

"Oh oh oh ah!" Olivia's back arched as her second climax hit her hard. Her body was more sensitive, and quick to climax since being pregnant.

"I-I-I-Ahhhhh!" she mumbled as she fell forward, her whole body shaking from the intense orgasms.

She was huddled in a puddle on the couch, sweating, covered in her own fluids, she moaned as she felt Elliot carefully trying to clean her up.

"E-El-liot…" Olivia grumbled. She turned her head to face him, "Whatta… bout-whatta bout you?"

Elliot smiled, standing to his full height. Olivia noticed how slick his face was, and groaned knowing it was her fluids covering him. She let her gaze fall down his body. His chest was still heaving from catching his breath, and his abs we're glistening from sweat. If she had any energy she would lick each and every indentation. Her eyes lowered to his basketball shorts. She was expecting to see the hardest erection her lover ever had, but instead she was met with a slight bulge and a very wet patch of his own.

She looked up, her eyebrow raised in surprise.

Elliot stepped towards her, "Did you really think I wouldn't come from going down on you like that?"

"Hah," Olivia giggled, "I forgot how good you are at taking orders, but then taking control when you want to."

"Mmhm, I guess that's the last part we shouldn't mention when we disclose," Elliot joked as he squat down to lift Olivia into his arms. They were both in need of a shower.

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The next couple of weeks flew by for everyone at the 1-6. Everyone was settling into their new roles, with their new partners. Rollins was slowly rehabbing, and continuing on desk duty.

Elliot and Olivia got ahold of his realtor, and they were able to put an offer on the apartment that they had seen a few months prior.

Olivia was planning to sell her apartment, that was the only way they were able to afford it. Still Elliot wanted to do his part, he surprised Olivia when he informed her he had sold his motorcycle.

At first Olivia didn't want to accept it, but she changed her mind and considered it would make the place theirs, make them both feel more equal. It would be a stretch, even with Elliot's contribution, but with the market as hot as it was, they were able to sell her place, and get the new apartment, all within the month of July.

They became friendly with their realtor Jen, who was currently helping them move, and organize their new place. Elliot knew she was hoping to transition into interior designing. He didn't care what her inspiration was, he was just thankful for the extra help because he didn't want Olivia lifting anything.

Most of their friends were stuck working, or didn't know about their relationship. They weren't screaming about their relationship from the rooftops but they were letting people find out organically.

"You know once you get all your furniture and stuff in here, this place really will look great Olivia!" Jen expressed as she helped Olivia unpack some boxes, on a hot Friday evening.

"Oh here let me get those," Olivia spoke up as she noticed Jennifer was about to start on the drawer where she kept her sexy panties and bras.

Jen looked down, and grinned wickedly.

"What's inside? Something naughty Livia?"

Olivia laughed, she wasn't embarrassed by her undergarments by any means.

"Suit yourself," she said as she moved on to the last box.

Jen peeked inside, and immediately giggled, "Alright I'll leave that for you."

"Thanks, that's the last box actually since these are extra sheets for the bed.

To save money they had kept most of Olivia's furniture. She wasn't particularly attached to any of it, and if they had the budget she would've bought new things. But with everything in decent shape, they didn't have the cash to spend, and Elliot didn't have much to contribute from his small bedroom in his parent's attic.

"Let me grab the broom and just quickly sweep up the main living area, now that the movers are basically done," Jen told her, as Olivia put her more intimate clothing away.

Olivia finished up in their bedroom, and met Jennifer in the living room. The space was larger than her previous place, and she laughed when she found Jen dancing with the Swiffer, while her front door was still wide open.

"Thank you Jennifer, and truly for all your help! We could've never done all of this so quickly without you," Olivia praised as she sat on the couch.

"Of course, I adore you two, even if I am slightly jealous of Elliot," Jen winked at her.

"Jennifer please," Olivia blushed.

"Come on, just look at you!" Jen joked, "You're gorgeous darling!" Jen held out her hand and pretended to dance with Olivia the same way she had been dancing with the Swiffer when she came in.

The two women were laughing uncontrollably when suddenly they heard from the doorway…

"Olivia?!"

Olivia froze in her tracks. Shocked to see her Mother standing at the threshold.

"I-Mother what are you-" Olivia stuttered, shocked to see her Mother visiting this man's apartment at such a late hour.

"Who on Earth is this? Have you moved on from that gold-digger? Never thought I'd say that seeing you with a woman would be a step up from that bottom feeder!"

Serena had entered the apartment uninvited, standing behind the wide open door. The older woman truly looked to be in a state of shock. But Olivia felt the same way, and she knew her new friend beside her must've felt so out of place.

"I'm sorry who-"

"'liviaaaaaaa, can you believe this place is ours?!" Elliot exclaimed as he came jogging into the apartment, completely unaware of the older woman.

Elliot embraced Olivia, pulling her off of her feet, feeling her bump between them.

He was a bit surprised when Olivia didn't react, instead feeling like dead weight in his arms. He put her down, thinking maybe she wasn't feeling good. When he took a closer look he knew something was wrong, Olivia was white as a ghost and staring at a spot behind him.

"YOU!"

Elliot spun around, purposely making his body as big as he could in front of his girlfriend.

"Ms. Benson?" Elliot didn't know what to say to their surprise visitor.

Serena stomped towards them.

"You bought an apartment with this manwhore?!" Serena seethed, shaking a finger at them.

"God Olivia! You'd be better off with a lesbian lover than this money grabber!"

"Mother enough!" Olivia groaned, trying to step around Elliot.

"No Olivia, THIS is enough. I thought this was over. He's not even in your unit anymore-"

"Have you been following us?!" Olivia gasped, although she shouldn't have been surprised, she had felt eyes on her a few times over the past few months.

"I told you what I'd do if you didn't end this yourself Olivia! I'm doing the right thing, you'll see that once you've lost everything because of this meathead!" Serena turned around and stomped out of the apartment without another word to anyone.

Elliot was holding Olivia around her waist, standing side by side, as he planned to for the rest of his life. They stood together in silence, trying to grasp what the hell had just happened.

"So-ummm…"

They both jumped, having completely forgotten about the realtors presence.

"Yes that's Mommy Dearest," Olivia deadpanned.

"Okay, right and I thought my parents were rough when they found out I liked ladies…" Jen joked trying to keep the conversation light.

Elliot could tell Olivia was someplace else, he tried to take the reins and graciously thank Jen for all her help.

Jennifer seemed to understand the situation and took that as her cue to leave.

Once the were alone they collapsed back onto the couch.

Elliot began massaging her shoulders.

"What the hell?!" Olivia groaned.

"Can't say I expected to run into her on night one. Was she coming or going?" Elliot asked.

"Does it even matter at this time of night? Obviously he's her… friend with benefits at the very least, or her supplier, sugar daddy? How the hell would I know-"

"Alright, okay let's not get upset about her tonight, it's our first night in our new place," Elliot really emphasized the word 'our.'

"Let's put a pin in your Mother-"

Olivia snorted.

"And," Elliot continued, "Let's enjoy our weekend off, unpack and relax in our new apartment."

Olivia turned her head and pecked him on the lips, "Thank you, but don't forget I'm on call this weekend."

Elliot rolled his eyes, "Cap you all are always on call, every weekend."

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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A/N: A little somethin' somethin' as another early Christmas present.

A/N 2: Anyone that knows SVU season 14, knows where in the episodes this story is now. You all know how season 14 ended… I promised since Chapter 1 that this story would be light-hearted and fun. But I'm using my creative abilities to include THAT character but in a way that I can keep the overall genre/theme of THIS story. So have no fear, you will NOT be exposed to ANY overwhelming TW content! That's not to say anything bad won't happen at some point whether that's with WL, Serena, or Joe Stabler, who knows. But please trust me with this hurdle. 3