Protégé

A/N: I took some liberties in the time it would take for certain procedures to take place.

A/N 2: Sorry for the wait, I broke 2 ribs shortly after I posted the last chapter and I just haven't been able to write much since. A longer chapter to make up for my tardiness.

A/N 3: In this chapter only, italicized words are sounds, and bold words are a written letter.

Disclaimer: I don't own SVU, if I did, I'd have a crossover with L Toronto because to if you haven't tried it yet, y'all are missing out on another middle aged couple to fan over!

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Chapter 77

Captain Olivia Benson's Office, SVU 16th Precinct, July 2013

Knock, knock, "Ummm Captain Benson?"

Olivia scrambled towards the door, but glanced back at Elliot before she opened it, her boyfriend had a peculiar expression on his face, his head was tilted slightly to the side like a dog when they heard a peculiar noise.

"You good?" she whispered, cracking him out of his stupor.

"Uhhh yeah, yeah?" he shrugged, he thought he had recognized the voice, but it didn't fit in their current environment. If it was who he thought it was, he sincerely hoped they didn't look like he'd just given his girlfriend an orgasm, and the office didn't smell like sex.

He was correct in his guess when Olivia opened her office door, and his younger sister Claire appeared from behind it.

He could tell his girlfriend was surprised by her visitor.

"Uh hey, hi, Captain Benson, we-we've met before, I'm Claire Stabler-"

Olivia opened her door further, "Of course please please come in, Elliot's over there," she pointed towards her desk, "How did you know he was here?"

Claire entered and smiled at her brother, "Hey Elly, and actually I was looking for you Captain Benson, I tried calling your phones but I was told they weren't working. I got in touch with Fin and he advised me to drop things off with the desk Sergeant after my shift today, which is what I had intended to do, but when I spoke to him just now he said you were in your office with Detective Stabler."

Only then did Olivia notice the younger woman was carrying a duffel bag.

Claire glanced down too, "I know it's not much but I heard you didn't even have a chance to get some things from your apartment before you had to go to the hospital so I just thought I'd drop off some clothes, and toiletries for you…"

Claire trailed off as she saw her brother and the Captain eyeing one another, they appeared to be having a silent conversation between themselves.

"I'm so sorry, did I overstep? It's just ever since that day at our home, I've wanted to reach out, and I'm sorry I didn't, then I heard you were attacked-"

Elliot finally stepped forward and practically crushed his sister in his arms.

"Thank you, for everything," he mumbled in her ear.

He released his sister, the duffel was getting squished between them.

Claire gave him a small smile, "Look, I know my parents haven't been the most supportive, but I just wanted to say I love you, and if Captain Benson makes you happy-"

"Olivia, please just Olivia," Olivia interjected.

Claire nodded at her, "If Olivia is who your heart chose then I fully support you guys. I didn't know what to do or how I could help when I heard what happened, I would've been shocked if I had seen you come through the hospital where I'm doing my student placement, but I know the basic things women need, so ummm- yeah here you go."

Claire handed the Captain the bag.

"I hope everything fits, I threw in some toiletries for both of you as well, Elly I was gonna bring you some clothes too but Fin said someone else had given you some stuff, and well you had just emptied your bedroom a few days ago, I'd ask how the move went but-" Claire shrugged sheepishly.

"Hah, the move itself went well, it was everything else afterwards unfortunately, and I guess we'll be having another move in the near future, because neither of us ever want to go back to that apartment," Elliot replied.

"Mmmm, and uhhh how are you both doing?" Claire inquired timidly.

The couple looked at one another again.

Elliot responded first, "We-I mean, I'm okay, bit of a headache, guess that's what happens when you get clobbered on the head, and my eyes strain a bit at times."

"Hmmm, that'll be the concussion too, some ibuprofen should help, if you have any other symptoms; dizziness, trouble sleeping, being too sleepy, nausea, blurred vision-"

"I know, I know," Elliot rolled his eyes.

"Go back to the hospital please," Claire ordered.

She looked towards Olivia.

"Ummm, I'm alright. It's been a lot. Moving, then being attacked, then my Mother."

"I can't believe your Mom showed up that night, I shudder to think what would have happened if she hadn't," Claire nodded.

Elliot and Olivia looked at one another again.

Elliot cleared his throat, "Claire, Serena passed away the day after."

Claire looked stricken.

"Wh-what?! Oh my gosh, Olivia!" Claire turned towards the older woman and rushed forward, enveloping her in a hug.

Olivia dropped the bag she had taken from Claire earlier. She returned the embrace, "Thank you Claire."

Claire pulled back a bit, but kept her hands on the Captain's upper arms.

"I'm so so sorry, what happened? Was she injured in the attack? I thought she was checked out at the hospital too?"

Olivia shook her head, "No she wasn't injured in the attack, at the moment it looks like she had a very big heart attack, and just passed away in her sleep the following morning."

Claire smiled sadly and rubbed Olivia's arm, "It was probably what's referred to as a "stress attack," it's a heart attack that's brought on by a stressful event. I'm so sorry Olivia, is there anything else you need?"

Olivia shook her head, "No, thank you for this," she pointed towards the bag on the floor, "We uhhh, we weren't super close, it just came as a bit of a shock."

"Oh my gosh of course! It doesn't matter how close you were, she was still your Mother, she was the woman who raised you!" Claire exclaimed as an alarm went off.

She glanced at her watch, "Sorry to dash but I've been at the hospital for over 13 hours and I still have a lot of studying to do tonight too-"

Olivia shook her head and waved her hand in front of her, "Nonsense of course, and again thank you so much for reaching out like this."

Truthfully she was happy for the distraction, she didn't know how to tell Claire that she had basically raised herself, as far as she was concerned her Mother had very little to do with who she was as a woman. The only credit she could give her Mother in that moment, was that she had worked very hard to not be like the woman who gave birth to her, and she knew that wasn't something any Mother would've appreciated knowing.

Elliot smiled, he was so elated to see two women he loved getting along and building a relationship together. He also appreciated his sister's thoughtfulness with bringing his girlfriend some clothes to wear.

"Bye Elly," Claire mumbled while giving him another hug.

"We'll talk soon," Elliot promised, relieved that his closest sibling knew the truth about them, and unlike his parents, she wanted to support them.

"And if either of you need anything-" Claire started to say again.

"Thanks Claire-bear, hey you want me to walk you out?" Elliot offered, it was dark out and after the attack he couldn't help worrying more about everyone in his life.

"Oh nonsense I'll be fine, I'm just gonna hop on the bus-"

"Oh no no," Olivia opened the door and spotted a female officer she was familiar with.

"Richardson, do you mind giving Miss Stabler, Detective Stabler's sister, a ride home?"

Olivia introduced the two, and thanked Claire again before closing her office door, and leaning her head against it.

Elliot had his arms folded across his broad chest.

"That was close," he stated, "I hope the room doesn't smell like sex."

Olivia gave him a small grin, "Yes that could've been worse, Elly…" she teased.

"Ha ha," Elliot said and wagged his finger, "She's the ONLY one that gets to call me that, well her and any of my younger siblings."

"Hmmm, okay fine, but truly that was very thoughtful of her," Olivia said as she stepped into his body, and placed her arms over his shoulders, entangling her fingers behind his head.

"Guess thoughtfulness must run in that Stabler blood," she shrugged and pecked him on the lips.

"Heh, I wouldn't go that far but yes Claire-bear is a good kid!" Elliot agreed, holding her by her hips.

Olivia nearly rolled her eyes, "Your sister isn't a child anymore in case you haven't noticed."

"Ughh, don't remind me, although I guess I should be thankful that she's never brought any guys around or showed any interest in any guy in particular," Elliot expressed.

Olivia didn't say anything but she had a hunch as to why that was.

"You want to get out of here? I got all the stuff I needed, and now thankfully I have some clothes that are not Nick's too," Olivia changed the subject.

"Yep let's get go," Elliot agreed.

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Four Seasons Hotel, Later That Week, July 2013

"What?" Olivia stated, unsure she heard her friend correctly.

Fin nodded, "I know it's a lot. But the autopsy confirmed what Mel already told you, she died from a large MI."

"Hah, how ironic that she died from a big heart attack when I spent most of my life wondering if she even had a heart," Olivia mumbled more to herself than to the other 2 men in the room, Elliot on the couch beside her, and Fin on the chair beside the couch in the hotel suite looked at one another when they heard her jab.

"And there wasn't a drop of alcohol in her system," he continued explaining the findings of the investigation. He had come over that day to officially give Olivia the results of all the digging they had done that week. He could tell there was a flurry of emotions coursing through his Captain's body.

"Fin I don't understand she reeked of alcohol the night of the attack," Olivia said, her voice wavering.

"I spoke to your neighbour Keith, he had a lot to say, a lot to clarify, but he was the one who was drinking that day, and he spilled his whisky on her before she went to your place," Fin informed her.

He paused for a moment, "And uhhh after Melinda's autopsy, she believes Serena hasn't had a drop for a couple months, which confirms what Keith said too."

CRASH

"Shit, I'm sorry!" Olivia exclaimed as she hopped up from the couch. She had dropped the glass of water she had been drinking, and it shattered on the cool hardwood floor of their hotel room.

Elliot stepped forward and grabbed her by her forearms.

"No stay there! I don't want you walking on this glass!"

Elliot ran to grab some paper towel, he knew immediately why his girlfriend had reacted the way she did to that new piece of information. Two months ago. That coincided with when Serena found out about Baby B.

"Keith clarified a few other things. They weren't 'friends with benefits,' in fact she was trying to support him in his sobriety, he was clearly failing but she confided in him that she wanted to turn things around a couple months ago and they decided to try to get sober together, he often called her in the middle of the night or whenever he wanted to drink which I understand was often, and that's why you would've seen her leaving his place at random times," Fin explained.

"I just can't believe this," Olivia said, her voice was hollow, she sounded a million miles away.

"Mmhm," Fin gave his friend a moment, he could tell she was distraught, and Elliot was cleaning up the water on the floor as they sat in the suite's living area.

When Elliot sat down beside Olivia once more, Fin took the opportunity to continue, "Ummm a lawyer has been in touch-"

"Oh yes, I-uhhh gave him permission to give something to you," Olivia informed them.

Fin pulled a thick envelope out of his carry bag.

He saw Olivia gulp as he handed it to her.

"Do-do you know what this says?" Olivia asked, she was already shocked by what her Sergeant had told her about her Mother and her sobriety, specifically when she stopped drinking. She wasn't sure how much more she could handle in that moment.

"Naw, wasn't my place, but I'm assuming it's a breakdown of her assets and stuff," Fin suggested with a shrug.

Olivia nodded, that's what she was assuming too.

Slowly she opened the top of the brown paper envelope, she was a bit surprised by the stack of papers she saw within.

She took a deep breath and pulled them out.

"Hey," Fin put a hand on her wrist to stop her.

"Do you want me to leave?" Fin asked, knowing she would never want to be rude and ask him, but also knowing how she valued her privacy.

Olivia shook her head, but didn't reply verbally, she didn't trust her voice in that moment. Something her Mother had a habit of taking from her for most of her life.

The first page was a breakdown of the document.

Being her only living relative Olivia inherited everything from her Mother.

There was a substantial lump sum of money, more than she had expected. Then again, she knew her Mother had paid off their tiny apartment years ago, and aside from alcohol her Mother never splurged or indulged in anything else, even things her daughter had needed.

Olivia flipped through some pages. Handing them over to Elliot as she went through them.

She would inherit her childhood apartment. She already knew if she ever inherited the place that she would sell it. It didn't hold many good memories for her, instead it brought more sadness to her life. Maybe someone else could have a fresh start in that place, but it wouldn't be her.

"Wow," she heard Elliot say, and she knew he had seen the amount of money her Mother had saved. It shouldn't surprise him either, after all she did try to pay him off to stay away from her daughter, and he knew it wasn't a fraudulent check.

Olivia was reading another piece of paper, but she couldn't make sense of it.

"What's this?" she asked the room at large even though she knew neither man knew what it was either.

Elliot read the paper over her shoulder and his eyebrows flew up his forehead when he was finished.

He gently took the piece of paper from her hand, "Do you know this address? Did you ever go to this place? Or know that your Mother had another property?"

Olivia shook her head.

Her Mother had also left her a townhouse on the upper west side of Manhattan, 20 minutes from her precinct.

Her work laptop was resting on the table in front of them. Elliot reached forward and plugged the address into the internet.

"Yeah checkin' that new 'Google street view' thing?" Fin asked.

"Exactly!" Elliot confirmed.

"Oh shit Liv, that Lawyer told me that there was a letter at the very back, addressed to you, explaining some things…" Fin trailed off as Olivia flipped through the papers looking for a letter. It fell from the back of the stack.

She instantly recognized her Mother's smooth fine cursive writing, she could tell it was written during one of her sober times.

"Woah," Elliot exclaimed when the townhouse popped up on the laptop screen.

It was 4 floors with a garage. They couldn't tell much from the outside but it was a classic New York brownstone townhome. It was large and grandeur, and no one in the room could imagine how someone like Serena could've got her hands on it.

Olivia didn't realize she had torn open the letter as she was looking at the new property she apparently owned.

Dear Olivia,

If you're reading this that means my time has come, I'm sure the way I went through life finally caught up with me…

Olivia covered her eyes for a moment, she wasn't sure she could read the letter without sobbing or screaming.

"Hey look, I should get back to work, if you guys need anything let me know okay?"

Fin squeezed Olivia's shoulder and leaned down to kiss her head, "I love you baby girl," he whispered. He shook Elliot's hand before walking out of their hotel suite.

She turned and looked at her main source of support pleadingly.

"Will you read this for me?" Olivia asked Elliot.

Seeing the anguish on her face, Elliot had no trouble saying yes.

Olivia covered his strong forearm with her hand, halting him before he began to read, "Just the gist of things for right now okay?"

"Oh uhhh, alright let me read this then, give me a second," Elliot skimmed through the letter, his bushy eyebrows flew into his hairline a couple times.

"Wow," he mumbled to himself.

"Alright, I don't know where to start. The townhouse? It was her parents; they left it to her."

Olivia furrowed her perfectly shaped brows, "Then why did we never live there? It's huge, surely to God there would've been room for us too-"

"She explains that her parents and her had a falling out when she got pregnant with you, they…"

Elliot paused.

"What El?"

"They didn't believe she was attacked, and by the time they came around she said she was already drinking a lot. They made her choose. They said if she stopped drinking, that you both could come live with them, but she said she was too far gone by that point and she felt abandoned by them during her greatest time of need, so she chose alcohol over them," he explained.

"Fine maybe we didn't have to live with them but why couldn't we visit? I could've had grandparents in my life-"

Elliot shook his head, "Not for long Liv."

"What happened to them?"

"They were killed in a car accident a couple years after you were born, your Mother said she felt so guilty for disappointing them again, and everything that happened afterwards with her drinking, that when she inherited the house she knew she could never live in it, she's been renting it out, basically your entire life, that's how she paid for the apartment you grew up in, and how she had so much money saved."

"Wow," Olivia sighed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Ummm, there's something else…"

Olivia chuckled, "What else could there possibly be?"

"Olivia the house, it's not just in your name," Elliot informed her.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "Who else, what her old drinking buddy Keith is in there too or something?"

"No, me," Elliot showed her the papers.

"She put us both on the deed to the townhouse. She said in her letter that she hopes a new family can start fresh in that space, and grow to have a beautiful life and create memories in a house meant for a family."

Olivia's jaw dropped.

"No-how-what?!" she stuttered.

"Liv, your Mom drafted this letter, and made changes to her will, the day after the attack. She must've met with her lawyer that night."

"She even wrote a little paragraph to me saying that the way I was willing to sacrifice myself to that monster, if it meant protecting you, she knew then what kind of man I really was and she hopes like hell that I'll treat you like the precious woman you are for the rest of my life…" Elliot trailed off, seeing how all the new information was affecting his girlfriend.

"She may have also threatened to haunt me if I don't, but I don't think I'll need to worry about that."

"Liv…" Elliot sighed as he watched her break down in front of him.

He hadn't even read her the whole letter yet, but she got most of it.

Olivia was holding her hands over her mouth, silently sobbing into them, tears were rolling thick and fast down her wet red cheeks.

Her Mother had never taken care of her during her life, but she had made sure she would be taken care of in the event of her death.

Elliot pulled her into his body, as she rocked back and forth.

"I'm sorry Liv, I'm so sorry," he said as he pressed his forehead to the side of her head.

He knew she was overwhelmed.

The move, the attack, her mother's death, and now her mother's will. It was proving to be too much. He knew it was coming, a moment like this. He just wanted to be there for her when it happened. He was going to hold her, and support her, he'd give her anything she needed.

Olivia had her arms wrapped around her body, she finally moved them and practically crawled onto his lap.

"I'm here Olivia, I'm here Liv, tell me what you need, do you want some tea, do you want to take a bath-"

Elliot was rubbing her back and cradling the back of her head in his other hand.

He was cut off when her forehead bumped into his jaw.

He stared up at her red rimmed eyes. Even through her tears he could see her shiny mahogany orbs staring back at him. Her eyes showed so much depth and emotion. They were dark brown around the outer rim but turned into a warm honey as you moved closer to the centre, with flecks of gold throughout.

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "What can I do to make you feel better?"

Olivia held his head in place as she lowered hers, until their lips met in the softest brush of lips across lips.

Elliot pulled back a fraction and opened his eyes. When he saw hers were still closed, he moved forward and sealed their lips together, with a bit more pressure.

He didn't see what happened but he knew the exact moment when something inside his girlfriend snapped.

He was slightly surprised when he felt her weight across both his legs as she straddled his lap. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, nothing special, that his sister had given her.

"Mmmm Livvvvvv," Elliot gasped when she sucked on his bottom lip, biting it at the last second.

She was kissing him as if she was trying to steal the very breath from his lungs, and he would gladly give it to her.

"Oh-uhmm," Elliot mumbled as his shirt was pulled up his body, catching on his mouth as she tossed it behind her.

He didn't know where to put his hands, his mind was not cooperating with his body. He didn't think this was where they were headed when Fin had stopped by that evening.

He knew it'd probably be an emotional visit, but he didn't think she'd be pawing at him the minute Fin had left.

If he was being honest, he was a bit surprised how much sex they had had that week, especially after the attack, and her Mother's passing.

He was brought out of his deep thoughts when he saw her whip her own t-shirt off, she didn't take a second to undo her bra and fling it away too.

'Well damn,' Elliot thought, if any 2 objects could derail any further thoughts from occurring in his brain it was his Captain's chest.

He raised his hands to fill them with her mounds, he could feel her pebbled tips in his palms.

Olivia resumed kissing him, plunging her tongue past his lips. She rocked on his lap, pinning him to the couch underneath.

He bucked up against her as he swiped his thumbs along her nipples, before grasping them between his fingers and tugging.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" Olivia exclaimed, releasing his mouth and allowing him a chance to breathe.

It was the reaction he was hoping for. Just as he moved forward, hoping to suck her nipple into his mouth, she surprised him again.

She stood up, instantly making him miss the weight of her on top of him, but she wasted no time shedding her pants, leaving him speechless once more.

"Oh-I-uhhh," he felt like an idiot stammering. He'd seen his lover naked a hundred times by then, and yet one look at her could still turn him into a pitiful shy choirboy.

He knew from the minute she kissed him that she was in charge of their encounter, and it was further cemented for him when she grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the couch.

She pressed her entirely naked body against his. He really wished he had stripped his pants off too, he wanted to feel every bare inch of her skin moving and sliding against him.

He either said that out loud or she read his thoughts because her fingers were popping open the button on his jeans and she wasted no time tugging them down, boxers too.

He stomped out of them, when he looked down she was crouched on her knees, and his shaft was inches from her face. He honestly thought she was going to swallow him whole.

She made no attempt to hide she was staring right at his erection, she made a blatant action and licked her lips. He couldn't help his reaction, his dick twitched against his lower abdomen where it stood at attention.

She quirked an eyebrow and smirked while looking up at him, but instead of opening her mouth, she slowly stood to her full height while sliding her body up his, her head knocked his hard on, he could feel her nose bump him, and she exhaled against his tip. Next he felt his dick slide between her breasts, and he nearly came from the sensation. It was a fantasy he definitely had used to get himself off in the past.

"Jesus fucking shit Olivia," he growled and hung his head. He felt her breasts slide up his abs, her hard nipples felt wonderful scraping across his skin, until he felt the full length of her against him.

She didn't wait a beat before crashing her lips onto his. She held his face on both sides, as she plunged her tongue into his mouth again. She wasn't just kissing him, she was claiming him, conquering his mouth.

He grasped her hips but nearly jerked back when she wrapped her hand around his dick. He didn't know when she snuck her hand down there, but she was using the precum on his tip as lubricant as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft.

"Mmmm," Elliot moaned but it was muffled by her mouth.

His hips started moving and he couldn't stop them from the rhythm she had created.

"I-uhhh-fuck Olivia," Elliot grunted, ripping his lips from hers. He needed to catch his breath, and he knew they'd be swollen and bruised from the force of her kisses tomorrow.

"Liv-fuck, I'm gonna-"

He never got the chance to finish his sentence because she was moving again.

She tugged his hand and turned their bodies. She got back on the couch and leaned down on all fours. She wiggled her hips and butt, "Come on El don't keep me waiting."

Elliot stood in shock and silence.

They had of course had sex in multiple positions but doggy-style was not a usual for them. She looked perfect, her strong tanned form glistened in the evening sunset. Her toes were curling and her calfs were flexed. Her thighs were thick and toned, he loved grasping them, or feeling the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs against his ears and face. Her butt was at the top of a curve that dipped into her lower back, and ended at her strong shoulders that were full of tension from holding her whole body up. He took another minute to admire her chest that was hanging down in her current position, even from his angle he could see her hard nipples. As much as he could've stared at her breasts for hours, memorizing every curve and freckle, his eyes couldn't help wandering to her hard stomach, she had a genuine bump, that was incredibly visible in her current state.

"El please," Olivia moaned and she slid the front of her body down until it was flat against the couch, leaving her ass in the air.

"Fuckin' hell," he was brought out of his reverie by the movement. He climbed onto the couch behind her and nearly came at the sight.

The sunset was casting an orange hue on her already golden skin. Their activity was causing a light sheen of sweat to appear on her skin, making it sparkle more than normal. Her ass was in the air, she had her knees placed on the couch, a good 8 inches apart, and the position left her spread open.

He crouched in between her legs, pushing them further apart, causing her ass to be more pronounced. He grasped her hips, rubbing her muscles in soothing circles.

He could see everything, from her firm cheeks, to her little rosebud, down to her swollen folds. He could see her entrance, and all the fluids collected there, and finally at the very bottom he could just make out her engorged bundle of nerves.

"Elllll, please I want you," Olivia pleaded, rocking her body back towards his.

Elliot gulped, "Wh-what do you want from me? My mo-mouth?"

He released her hip for a moment to grab the back of the couch, using it for support while he got into position.

He heard Olivia mumble something into the cushion she was pressing her face in to.

He released the couch but he lost his balance and without thinking he quickly grabbed onto her hip where it met her ass, in a harsh manner, and he nearly cringed when he heard the smack.

He expected a scolding. What he didn't expect was for her back to arch and a long low groan to escape her lips.

"Jesus Stabler, fuck do that again," Olivia ordered.

Elliot nearly came from her words alone.

He brought his hand back and as gently as he could he tapped her butt.

He couldn't help noticing his fingers were slightly wet from where he struck her, her juices were coating all over her bottom.

"Harder," she stated.

Elliot closed his eyes for a moment, they had never indulged in anything like that ever before.

"Elliot, Detective spank me," there was no room for misunderstanding, it wasn't a suggestion, it was a demand.

"Fuck me," he muttered but did as she asked. He slapped her ass, groaning as he saw it jiggle.

"Oh-ahhhhh yes El," she groaned.

He did it again.

"I-I-ahhh, fuck me El, fuck me!"

"Ho-how-" he exhaled heavily.

"Your dick damnit, I want your fucking cock," again there was no misunderstanding her words, and it was an order he was happy to fulfill.

He moved his knees until the tops of his thighs were rubbing against the back of hers.

He grasped his cock and he swiped it through the copious amount of fluids dripping from her core.

He used the tip of his shaft and rubbed it directly against her little bundle of nerves.

"Oh-oh-ohhh."

"Ah-ah-ahhh."

They both moaned in ecstasy. The bulbous smooth head of his cock was particularly sensitive, as was her clit, and his movements was giving the maximum amount of pleasure to both of them.

"Ha-ha-harder," she panted.

"Mo-more," she pleaded.

Elliot nodded even though she couldn't see him.

He pulled back, dragging his cock through her swollen folds, coating his dick with her fluids.

He didn't wait for her to catch her breath, he plunged his hard-on past her entrance, immediately feeling her warm wet juices surround his fifth extremity. Her walls were already contracting, and he was thankful, because he knew he was moments from blowing his load too.

Once he bottomed out he grabbed her hips and pulled her back until there wasn't an inch of space between them. He cradled her ass between his hip bones. He held her firm while he pulled back, dragging his cock along her slick walls. When only his tip remained he lunged forward and tugged her back at the same time.

The only sounds that could be heard was their mutual panting and the smack of their skin when it came together.

They got into a quick rhythm. It was not a time for slow lovemaking. Olivia wanted it fast and hard, as they chased their climaxes.

"Ye-ye-yes," Olivia chanted.

She repeated the words harder and faster over and over again, while her name was the only sound falling from his lips.

Elliot reached further over her body, he grabbed her under her breasts and pulled her body up and off the couch, until they were both on their knees, back to chest.

"Oh-I-Ahhh oh," Olivia grunted nonsensically at the change in position. She grabbed his hands and placed them over her chest until he was cupping both her breasts in his hands.

He instantly tugged on both her nipples, as Olivia craned her neck, and sealed her lips over his once more.

Elliot knew the instance she went over the edge. He gasped, breaking their kiss, and looking down over her shoulder, he couldn't see past her heaving breasts and small bump, but he could tell that she was stimulating her own clit.

Her whole body tensed, and her walls bore down, trapping his shaft in her warm slick core.

"Fuck yeah, Liv…" he sighed as he let go, emptying his seed unnecessarily into her womb. He prayed Baby B was fast asleep.

"Ho-ly-fuck," he mumbled as his body shook.

Pleasure wracked him from his head to his toes. He could feel it coursing through her body too. Her walls continued to contract, as her orgasm dragged out.

He swore he nearly blacked out from the pleasure, but as he came back to his senses, he realized how hard he was still squeezing her breasts. He slowly let go and slid his hands down her warm body until they rested on her waist.

He laid kisses on her shoulder as they came down from their highs.

Elliot felt a tremor shake her body, but this time he thought it was more likely due to her body cooling off in the air-conditioned suite.

Not wanting to move too quickly, especially after how rough they'd been, he slowly pulled his thick shaft from her core. He couldn't help moaning when his dick hit the open air, it was covered in her juices. He collapsed down onto his legs, and she fell forward, flattening out on the cushions.

He crawled over her body and nestled himself between her and the back of the couch.

She moved enough so that they were spooning together on the large cushions.

Elliot grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over their bodies.

"You-you okay?" Elliot asked in a hoarse voice. He felt like he needed to check in with her. Things had gone from 10 to 100 very quickly, and they had been a bit rougher than normal. He had never spanked her before, and although the initial smack was completely accidental, the ones after, that she demanded, were not. They had never even broached that topic before so he needed to make sure she was okay.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "More than okay," she reached back and lazily slapped his cheek, "Love you," she mumbled, and Elliot could tell that exhaustion was winning and taking over her body.

He also wanted to talk about the folder that was laying on the table feet away, and he knew now wasn't the time, but he couldn't help wondering how she would react to the rest of of the letter and will.

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A/N 2: I think OC is starting up again sometime in April and since I don't want any spoilers I'm trying to stay off of most social media (except to possibly update this story). Please no spoilers in the comments/reviews, thank you!