I hope the reader who said they would stop reading now is still with us, because the previous chapter was definitely not intended to change the original course of this story. Olivia's feelings for her partner - which were pretty obvious around this time on the show - needed to be addressed. I was just curious how my readers, many of whom ship EO, would respond to the interaction between the partners and they didn't disappoint :)
I got twice as many votes for Gene as I got for Elliot (reviews plus Twitter responses) None for poor, reliable Wes. I always love it when EO shippers like me start rooting for the other guy :) ( As for the threesome that a few suggested ... this is not that kind of a story, sorry ;) )
I hope you'll stick around to see what I'm going to do with it. Trust me?
Wes isn't able to help Olivia get over her partner. Will someone else be?
7. Dangerous
It's over with Wes.
Olivia had known it that night, when her dormant feelings for her married partner resurfaced. She thought she'd been doing so well and then the sexual tension had soared between them again. They haven't acted on it of course. They never do. Elliot is married to the only person he's ever slept with and has four beautiful children to show for it. She would loathe herself if she ever did something to wreck that. She knows Elliot feels the same way and that's why they're always tiptoeing carefully along that invisible line between them. It's never going to happen and Olivia knows she will keep looking for that one man who will finally be able to fill up that space in her life, so there won't be any room for feelings for other men anymore.
She feels sad for Wes but she knows it wouldn't be fair to him to keep stringing him along, knowing it won't lead to that lasting thing they are both looking for. He hasn't been able to capture her full attention and she has told him over lunch that he deserves better than her.
Wes had protested a bit, asking her if this was about 'that player' - because she certainly deserves better than him. She had assured him it wasn't about Gene and they had parted amicably in the end. No, this isn't about Gene, she tells herself. Gene isn't long term material either. It's her. She has trust issues and so far, the only man she's ever really trusted is Elliot.
Still, she finds herself feeling giddy tonight. She's called Gene, making good on her promise not to be a stranger if things didn't work out with Wes. And now she is seeing him again tonight. Just for sex, she keeps telling herself but she can't ignore the sparkle in her eyes when she checks her makeup one last time in the mirror. He will be here any minute, picking her up at her place for the first time and her hands tremble when she fixes her hair once again. It's gotten long enough to pin up again but still, a few locks keep disagreeing with that assessment.
"Get a grip, Benson," she mumbles at her reflection but she jumps when the sound of the buzzer fills the apartment.
He's here and her stomach is in knots. He's rich and he's used to living in huge hotel penthouses and no doubt an even bigger mansion on Long Island. Her one-bedroom apartment will be nothing more than a stamp to him. She doesn't know why she should care what he thinks of her place but she does.
Her worries have been for nothing because Gene only has eyes for her. He's practically eating her alive with his eyes alone and her body starts tingling all over under his intense gaze. She had wanted to give him a casual hug but she's almost frozen in place, until Gene pulls her against his chest and kisses her deeply. When they come up for air, she blinks slowly and gazes up into his dark eyes.
"What was that for?" she mumbles, her voice drowsy as if she's been drinking. That is the effect his kiss has on her.
"I've missed you," Gene admits.
His voice sounds gravelly and she almost believes him.
"Right," she says, trying to disentangle herself from him.
"I mean it," Gene insists, surprising even himself.
But it's true. He's missed Olivia these past few weeks. Not because he'd been alone, because he can always find someone to go out with and to sleep with. He thinks it may be because she had been unavailable. A little voice in the back of his head tries to tell him that's not really him. He doesn't go after women who are taken; he's not that kind of a hunter. Ignoring that little voice, he takes a breath and tells Olivia,
"I got us tickets to the theater but I thought we'd grab a bite to eat first."
Olivia nods and he can see her recompose herself. His words mean something to her and that is dangerous. What is even more dangerous is, that he doesn't want to take them back. He is supposed to have a fun evening with a beautiful companion but he finds himself thinking he wouldn't want to spend this night with anyone other than Olivia. He really has missed her and has to remind himself not to keep staring at her during the limo ride to the restaurant. Her cheeks are flushed and he thinks it's adorable. He knows that's hardly a word that is associated with the tough Detective but it fits tonight. She looks bubbly and excited and it's contagious. Or maybe he'd felt like this on his way over to her place already.
'Get a grip, Butler,' he chides himself silently. It's just a date like any other. No different from last week's dinner date with Katrina or his visit to an art exhibit with Mariana. He loves women of all walks of life, of all colors and of all sizes. It's the variety that makes him feel alive, he tells himself. He doesn't brag about his lifestyle but he knows his male friends are somewhat jealous. But he sees them tumbling in and out of relationships, trying to stick to one woman and failing most of the time, with one or two exceptions. A few of his friends seem to have found a woman to settle down and have a family with, but most of them are still looking and failing. So he doesn't even bother trying. He loves them all and he refuses to choose.
He watches Olivia as he helps her step out of the limousine. She's wearing a stunning, long black sleeveless evening gown and her tanned skin has a golden glow tonight. Her silver jewelry is modest but it's sparkling, matching the sparkle in her dark eyes. He wants to kiss her again right there but he knows it will have to wait. He holds on to her hand as they walk into the French restaurant he's chosen and he finds himself hoping Olivia will be a little impressed.
Olivia is trying very hard to act as if it is perfectly normal for her to be wined and dined like this without having to think about the costs. Gene will not let her pay for anything and tells her he just wants her to feel like a woman tonight. She thinks Gene may be the only man she's ever met who can do just that and it's a startling realization. She's never been a girly girl and she most certainly won't allow men to pick up all her tabs. She's way too emancipated for that. But there is something about Gene that just makes her accept it as a given. He pays for everything and then gives her a few mind-blowing orgasms on top of everything. It doesn't feel like he's buying her affection or her body at all. They have a mutual agreement about what this is, after all. The date-like evenings before they jump into bed together are a huge bonus but they're here for physical pleasure first and foremost.
Still, she enjoys dinner and the play enormously. When she's with Gene she feels like she's in some kind of fairy tale; a different world from the one she has to work in; a different New York. And she finds herself wishing she could always have this escape pod in her life because being with Gene recharges her and revitalizes her. When she leaves his company she feels ready to face the world again, even the worst horrors of her job.
But for now, those horrors are far away because Gene's mouth is on her body again. She arches her back when his mouth travels down her chest and abdomen slowly. He knows she wants him lower and he grins when she begins to squirm impatiently. He moves back up to feast on her breasts once more and Olivia moans, thrashing her head from side to side and digging her fingernails in his shoulders.
Gene caresses the outside of her thigh with one hand, keeping his balance on the mattress with his other arm. He moves his tongue over and around her peaked nipple slowly and his hand dips between her legs, finally touching her there.
Olivia gasps and he can't believe how hard the mere sight and sounds of her make him. Her naked body is stretched out for him and him alone and he wants to have all of her tonight. He feels a sudden possessiveness rise up inside him and he thrusts two fingers into her body unexpectedly.
'Mine,' he thinks, pushing in deep and making Olivia cry out in surprise and pleasure.
Her hips buck up, meeting his hand eagerly and he begins caressing her insides, adding a third finger to stretch her a little. He moves his mouth to her other nipple and rocks his hips against her thigh as she rocks her hips into his hand.
"Gene," Olivia whispers and his name on her lips makes him shake with want.
He bites her breast gently just below the nipple while pushing his fingers in even deeper, coaxing more moans and pants out of her. The way she surrenders to him is an aphrodisiac in itself and he wonders if he could come against her thigh if they keep this up. He thinks he probably could.
Olivia feels his hard pole pressing against her thigh almost painfully and can't decide if she wants his fingers inside her, his mouth on her or his cock buried to the hilt inside her body. She wants it all, she thinks, bucking up once more when Gene hits a sensitive spot with his middle finger. She'll take the fingers for now, and the way he's biting down on her breast makes her body more sensitive all over somehow. She is trembling and knows that she'll come soon. Gene knows it too. He knows her body so well already and she closes her eyes, just letting him work his magic on her. He pumps his fingers deliciously, rocking against her with his cock and almost eating her breasts and she can't stop her orgasm even if she tried. She lets out a long sigh and hears Gene whisper to her encouragingly to let go and to come for him. She moans without restraint then, letting it all out as pleasure ripples through her body.
"Oh! Oh … oh yes! Oh! Oh! Oooh!"
Gene is thrilled to see Olivia go all out and let go of herself. 'I love this,' he thinks to himself, watching Olivia come apart at the seams, shaking and moaning, and then calming down and relaxing until there is a blissful smile on her perfect lips.
He really does love to see her like this; to watch how she responds to his touch. He is attuned to her like he's never been to any woman before and the thought takes him by surprise.
After he gently removes his fingers, Olivia rolls into him, snuggling up to his chest and kissing one of his pecs lovingly.
Lovingly …
No. He can't start thinking like that. Life doesn't work that way and he likes his life just the way it is. They've agreed what this is and what it most definitely is not. He's seeing Helen tomorrow and Olivia may pick up another datable guy again. She deserves to have someone who is hers alone, Gene thinks. And that's not him. It couldn't be him. Could it?
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Yay or nay?
