Alright ... I have to admit I like Gene so I wrote another chapter for him and Olivia. Still not a real story-story, mainly smut. Heed the rating.
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2. Look
She hadn't expected to see him again so soon but there he is, leaning against his limo casually, smelling the single red rose he's holding before looking in the direction of the main entrance of the precinct.
She and her partner usually leave the building through the back exit that leads to the parking lot, but Gene hasn't left anything to chance. The clerk at the front desk had called, telling her that a witness was here to see her.
So here she is, a silly grin spreading on her face when she sees this particular witness. He looks amazing as usual, his dark hair a little shorter than before, and wearing a no doubt expensive, taylormade dark blue suit. No tie this time and he's left the top buttons of his white dress shirt undone. She instantly remembers what it had felt like to sleep on his chest and blows out a breath before walking up to him.
His dark eyes light up when he spots her and he straightens up, smiling widely.
"Don't tell me you witnessed another crime," Olivia says, approaching him for a friendly hug.
"No," Gene admits right away, holding her close to him for a moment. "I was just running the risk of committing an unforgivable crime myself."
"Really? And what's that?"
"Spending time in Manhattan without seeing you."
Olivia's smile widens even more.
"Well, we can't have that. How long will you be around this time?" she asks him.
"For how long do you want me?"
Olivia bites her lip at the question. To say he hadn't been on her mind would be a lie and she had definitely hoped to see him again. It was Friday afternoon and from the looks of it, she could have him all to herself for an entire weekend this time.
"I'm not completely off duty this weekend," she tells Gene.
"What does that mean?"
He knows nothing at all about police work and their crazy schedules and it's refreshing.
"It means I have the weekend off unless something big pops up and the guys need extra hands," she explains.
"So I can hope for some of your time," Gene deducts happily, handing her the rose. "How about dinner tonight?"
Olivia grins again. He really is a different kind of fling. He doesn't just want to bed her. He wants to spend time with her and he's great, interesting company at that.
"I'd like that. A lot," she admits and Gene beams at her.
They agree to meet at the restaurant and finally exchange cell phone numbers, just in case Olivia can't make it after all.
"Just don't stand me up right away?" Gene pleads, tapping her nose and flashing his most charming smile.
"I'm sure you'd find someone else to have fun with," Olivia gives back, knowing it's the truth. A man like him is never alone for long.
"Probably," Gene admits. "But tonight, I want it to be you."
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The man makes her feel good about herself and it's a great feeling. Olivia hesitates before walking back to her desk, looking at the red rose in her hand, but then comes to a decision. She's going to enjoy this, no matter what anyone else says or thinks. She grabs a small vase from the cabinet that holds their coffee mugs, fills it with water, puts the rose in and puts it on her desk as she sits down.
Elliot glances up, looks from the rose to her and then drops his eyes back to the form he'd been filling out. Olivia smirks and jiggles her mouse to wake up her computer screen. Her partner tries very hard not to ask her what she's up to off the clock, almost as if part of him doesn't want to know, but she knows he's curious now. She doesn't usually flaunt any signs like this that there is a man in her life again so he must be dying to ask her about it. Her setting that rose on her desk is basically giving him permission to do so, and Olivia is enjoying teasing Elliot like this because she knows he'll still be clumsy about it. Once he finds out who the rose is from and what the nature of her 'arrangement' with Gene Butler is, he'll probably disapprove, but she's done apologizing for her lifestyle to her eternally monogamous, married partner. He has a warm body next to him every night; she doesn't. And she refuses to wither away, pining for a different life when there are reliable men like Gene in the world who can give her a good time. A very good time, she thinks, and she shifts in her chair when a few memories pop up of her previous encounter with Mr. Butler.
Fin comes in and spots the rose instantly. Part of Olivia is disappointed that he's basically doing all the work for Elliot when he asks her,
"Hey Benson, hot date?"
She can feel her partner's eyes on her when she confirms,
"Oh yes. You'd better not call me in tonight."
" You got it," Fin says with a wink, clapping her partner on the shoulder before making his way over to his own desk.
Elliot can't not respond after that and watches her for a second before asking,
"Anyone we know?"
"I know him," she replies with a grin and that's all she's giving him today.
…
Olivia yawns and stretches her arms above her head, then looks at the handsome man next to her in the big, comfortable hotel bed. He is lying on his right side facing her, his head propped up on his elbow, and he smiles at her lazily.
"Did you have a good nap?"
"Yeah," she sighs. "I guess I needed it."
"Don't tell me I wore you out already."
His dark eyes are sparkling and she smiles back at him.
"Not a chance."
"Awesome," he whispers, then moves in to kiss her while his left hand pulls the sheet down to uncover her naked chest.
Olivia moans when his big hand cups her right breast and begins massaging it slowly, never breaking their languid kiss. This man … he can set her on fire with just a touch and she is suddenly wide awake again. Their first time tonight had been wild and passionate but it feels like he's setting a different pace for their second round. His kisses are deep and slow and his hands explore her body slowly as well. When he asks her to sit up on her knees, she complies, wondering what he has in mind. He sits on his knees across from her and watches her for a few long seconds, and she feels the same way she did a few weeks ago, in the interrogation room. It's as if he's touching her with his eyes, that are smouldering with desire.
She loves being naked in front of Gene. He makes her feel all woman, even helping her forget she's a cop for a while. He desires her without making her feel like an object and she isn't embarrassed to admit she wants him too. It's an animal attraction, pure and simple, but not a completely impersonal one.
When Gene reaches for her hands, they both sit up on their knees in the middle of the bed until their chests touch. Gene moves his mouth to her left ear and goosebumps break out on her skin when he whispers,
"You look so sexy when you come, Olivia."
She smiles, accepting the compliment wordlessly. What can she say to that? She wouldn't know. She just knows what it feels like.
"You wanna see?" he asks her huskily, and she shivers but not from cold.
She's never had a lover who is so laser focused on her before and it's an aphrodisiac in itself. Gene is rubbing her back and ass with his warm hands and the start of a fresh erection is pressing against her pelvic bone.
"How?" she asks him softly.
"Allow me," is all he tells her before kissing her deeply, awakening all her senses until she moans. Her arms are around his neck and she makes a small sound of protest when Gene starts untangling himself from her. She looks into his eyes and he smiles.
"Turn around."
His voice is soft but the implication makes her heart rate soar instantly. He wants to …
Gene just smiles and Olivia turns around on her knees. Gene shifts with her until her feet are between his knees and her back flush against his chest. He kisses her shoulder and then presses a button on a small remote that was apparently next to them on the bed. The drapes along the head of the bed instantly move to the sides, revealing a huge mirror that is as high and wide as the big four-poster bed itself.
Olivia swallows hard when she sees herself, naked, with a man's hands roaming her body, moving from her hips up to her breasts and back while his soft lips caress the side of her neck.
"Do you see how beautiful you are?" Gene asks and Olivia is speechless once more.
She can't stop looking at them in the mirror and has to admit it's an amazing view. When Gene puts on a fresh condom behind her, she bites her lip. She's never watched herself have sex before …
"May I?" Gene asks and all she can do is nod.
She stares at his hands, finding their way down to the juncture between her legs and she spreads her knees a little automatically. When his fingers start massaging her tender flesh, drawing out her natural lubricant, Olivia sees her own hands fly to her breasts to squeeze them and rub her own nipples. Gene moves one hand between them and she knows he is getting his cock hard for her while his other hand is stimulating her deliciously. Her blood is pumping again and Gene's breathing tells her he is getting more and more excited as well. When she feels his cock slide between her folds, she growls, feeling al almost feral need to be fucked from behind this instance.
"Look at yourself," Gene instructs and as soon as her eyes settle on her own face in the mirror, he pushes into her.
Olivia gasps. It's almost a sensory overload to feel him inside her while watching it happen at the same time. Gene can't bottom out in this position but he's holding her upright so she can see. So she can see herself come. With one of his strong arms now wrapped around her waist and the other resting against her hip, Gene starts to move; slowly; deliberately. Olivia wants to spur him on but Gene just keeps stretching her slowly, the muscles in his thighs working and his face showing complete concentration as he massages her insides until they are tingling and her body starts to tremble while her breathing quickens.
Gene shifts a little to change the angle and then she feels it. It's a red hot feeling that seems to come out of nowhere and is threatening to engulf her in ecstasy fast.
"Gah!" she gasps and Gene pushes in again.
"Ah!" she cries out a little louder.
"That your G spot?" Gene mumbles against her shoulder, his voice thick with lust.
"Yeah!" she cries out.
She's almost blinded with excitement now but Gene stills for an agonizing moment to remind her,
"Look!"
She forces herself to keep her eyes open and look at the two of them in the mirror and Gene resumes his relentless, slow stimulation of her G spot until she comes apart at the seams.
Olivia cries out once more and then is submerged in the most powerful, all-consuming orgasm she's ever had in her life. All she can do is pant and gasp for air as it happens and she can no longer keep her eyes open. Her body is shaking and is contracting around Gene's still rock-hard cock while he holds her, still moving slowly inside her to prolong her pleasure, until she slumps forward and he finally releases his hold on her.
"You okay?" he asks her and Olivia chuckles, leaning on her arms trying to regulate her breathing.
" Never better," she gasps.
She's still trembling but she feels amazing, as if electricity is flowing through her body from head to toe. Gene is caressing her back gently and after a few more moments she becomes aware of his continued state of arousal.
"Gene, you didn't ...," she starts, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
"Not yet. I can't with that angle. This was for you, baby."
Olivia drops down to her elbows and pushes back against him.
"Your turn," she tells him, and she doesn't need to tell him twice.
Gene pushes all the way into her slowly, and groans with pleasure. Olivia drops her upper body down even further, giving him the perfect angle. He speeds up fast, now able to bottom out, and mumbles all kind of sweet as well as kinky things to her as he fucks her. It's a great feeling to be admired and desired like this and Olivia wonders if she could come again so quickly. She raises her head and sees Gene in the mirror, his muscular chest flushed and his eyes rolling back in their sockets while his hands have a death grip on her hips. He's close already and it's sexy as hell to be able to see them in the mirror. Olivia moves one hand down her body, bracing herself firmly on her other arm, so she can rub her clit. She feels Gene's amazing cock slide against her fingers and feels that familiar tingle again.
"So … close! So … close!" Gene pants.
"Go baby," she encourages him and as soon as his orgasm hits, a delicious little orgasm makes her moan right along with him.
Gene grunts, making long, deep strokes as he pumps his seed into her and when he's finally spent, they topple over together, Gene spooning Olivia. They lay in silence for several minutes, catching their breath and processing what has just happened. Gene is caressing her body and Olivia can't help wondering if he's this sweet with all his lovers. He makes her feel special and it's exactly what she needs after a long week on the job, where women are treated as objects as a rule, not an exception. She smiles when he kisses her earlobe. She's lucky to have found this man to unwind with for a while. She knows they are just using each other but she also knows that most men who are just out for sex, aren't like Gene.
She turns her head to meet his lips and he kisses her sweetly before pulling away to clean himself up. She watches his naked backside as he walks away from the bed and smiles again while admiring his ass.
Yep. Most men definitely aren't like Gene.
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Not promising any real story line but would you like to see more of Gene and Olivia?
Let me know in a review. This little story won't be a priority (since I have 2 others to finish) but sometimes I just need to write smut to get over a writer's block so ... that's what this is I guess.