Alright. Here is some more smut because I can ...
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4. Intense
They spend a lazy Saturday morning in Gene's bed enjoying room service as well as each other's bodies when Olivia's phone rings at 11.15 am.
"Work," she mouths at Gene as she answers Elliot's call quickly.
It's all hands on deck for a canvas of two huge apartment building with a view of a crime scene and Olivia fears she may be gone for the rest of the day. Elliot offers to swing by her place to pick her up, so she has to tell him she's not home and will meet him there. Her partner ends the call with a short 'Okay, see you there' but she knows he's not amused. Well, that's not her problem, she decides.
Right now, she wonders if she can wear the clothes she had on for dinner last night to a canvas and Gene decides that yes, she can. They're very nice black pants and a low-cut black top with a form-fitting red blouse over it that accentuates her waistline as well as her cleavage.
"Here, let me help," Gene says softly.
He stands in front of her, his robe hanging open and revealing his otherwise naked form, and he buttons her blouse up a few buttons higher than she had worn the blouse the evening before. It's tight around her breasts but it will have to do.
"You're beautiful," he assures her. "Now put your coat on and go!"
The high heels of her boots aren't standard NYPD issue either but she can walk in them just fine, and after one last peck on the lips she's out the door, promising him she'll call or text him later.
Once she's on her way to the crime scene, Olivia wonders if Gene will wait for her all weekend, or if there will be a cut-off point, at which he'll go out to find a new companion. He hasn't said anything about it and she makes a mental note to at least text him before dinner. Right now, she has work to do.
They all knock on doors all day long, only stopping for a bite to eat mid-afternoon. She sees Elliot look at her a few times while they eat, but he doesn't ask her where she's been. She guesses he doesn't really want to know but if he did ask, she'd tell him the truth. Or part of it. That she was with a man. The red rose was a dead giveaway yesterday so why not?
Around five they all go to the station to get the paperwork in order for all the addresses they've visited, making a separate list of apartments where nobody was home. Olivia knows she'll be working for another few hours and sends Gene a quick text at 5.30.
'Still working. Sorry.'
She really wants to ask him if he's still waiting for her, but she doesn't think it's appropriate. They're not together that way and she thinks she'll just go home once they wrap up for the night. They have a few leads that Fin and Munch are following up, since she and Elliot were only on call in case they were needed. But she already knows they'll have to come back in the morning to go back to the apartments where they'd gotten no answer. So much for a whole weekend with Gene …
And then Gene texts her back and she can't suppress a smile.
'You'll have to sleep at some point, right? I'll be here. G.'
So he does expect her back! She can't quite place why that makes her feel so relieved. She's had tons of sex already. It's not like she can't go a few days without now. But the prospect of sleeping in Gene's arms for another night makes her feel … happy? Is that an appropriate word given the nature of their arrangement? She isn't sure but she does feel a lot better, and goes back to her paperwork with new energy.
She and Elliot join forces, Elliot reading their notes out loud and adding missing details to them as they recollect their conversations with people together, while Olivia, the better typer of the two, enters everything into the computer. Elliot grins at her when she keeps typing away fast and when she looks at him with one raised eyebrow, he asks her,
"You got somewhere to be?"
She can't really suppress a smile of her own, thinking of where she wants to be shortly, and her smile is an answer in itself to her partner's question.
"Aha."
"Aha what?" she challenges, just to see how far Elliot will take this conversation.
"Your date went well last night, then."
It surprises her a little that he is actually going into this, but she's not going to lie to him.
"Yes. Very well, actually."
"Which is why you weren't home this morning."
Olivia nods, focusing on her computer screen again. When Elliot refrains from further comment she glances at him, and she can see that he hasn't let it go completely yet.
"What?" she asks him, a challenge in her tone.
"Nothing," he says quickly but she's not buying it.
"He's a good guy, El. Really. You don't need to protect me from this one," she assures him.
Elliot's response tells her what he's been thinking and not saying when he asks her,
"And you know all this after one date?"
Olivia stops typing and sits back in her chair, looking at her partner across their desks.
"Alright, if you have to know. This wasn't our first date Elliot. He's a good guy and yes, I'd like to get back there before the weekend is over."
"Back where?" Elliot asks innocently but Olivia isn't falling for it.
"Oh no," she says, wagging her finger at her overprotective alpha male of a partner. "No, El. You stay out of this."
"You know I only have your best interests at heart, Liv," Elliot says with a shrug as he picks up his notepad again.
She does know that. But this is just something she doesn't want to tell her partner about at all. He won't understand. He's married to his very first girlfriend and a father of four. An ultra-monogamous family man. He won't understand her need for good sex without any strings attached. He is all about attached strings when it comes down to it. Part of her envies that, but as long as she doesn't have that security of a man to love and a family of her own, she isn't going to turn down good sex with a reliable bed partner. And it's not just good sex. It's great sex. Amazing sex. Mind-blowing sex. It's …
She closes her eyes for a moment, willing her thoughts to stop going in that particular direction. They need to finish up so she can go back to Gene's hotel. If she lets her mind wander too much right now, she might slide off her desk chair.
They finish their paperwork by eight o'clock and Olivia decides to go home first to shower and change, and to grab something to eat. She knows she'll have to leave Gene again in the morning so she dresses informally in jeans, a T shirt and a hoodie, and packs some clean underwear and socks and even a toothbrush in her bigger purse.
The receptionist at the hotel has apparently been instructed to wave her through immediately, telling her to go right on up while he calls Mr. Butler to let him know she's on her way. When she reaches his room, one of the penthouses on the top floor of course, Gene has already opened the door and is leaning against the door frame. He is just wearing his robe, as if he hasn't changed all day and she grins at him.
"You've been up here all day?" she asks, walking into his welcoming embrace.
"Yep. I was bored without you."
He walks her back until the door closes behind her and pushes her up against it gently. He kisses her neck and his touch sends a shiver down her spine.
"You could have gone out," she mumbles against his shoulder but Gene shakes his head.
"I had my mind set on a weekend with you, Olivia."
He smiles down at her and taps her nose.
"Besides, I had some phone calls to make and some work to do on my computer. Nothing I had to get dressed for so …"
He makes and inviting gesture at himself and Olivia grabs the sash of his robe, pulling it to make the robe fall open and expose Gene's amazing body. He has put on boxer briefs but that's all he's wearing and she gets an eye-full of his muscular body. He has to be working out several times a week to get this result, she thinks. When he's all dressed up in a suit you wouldn't know it because he is a tall, seemingly slender man, but underneath that tuxedo of his, he's solid muscle, six pack and all. His pecs are massively attractive to her and her hands are on them in an instant. Gene returns the gesture by cupping her breasts through her clothes.
"I like the casual outfit," he rumbles, finding her nipples with his thumbs through three layers of clothing. "But it has to go."
Olivia smiles seductively and pushes his robe off his shoulders, making it fall to the ground. He is now almost naked while she is fully dressed. She stands on her tiptoes and whispers in Gene's ear,
"You make it go."
She doesn't need to tell him twice. Within seconds he has unzipped her hoodie and stripped it off her, tossing it aside without caring where it lands. Her pink T shirt is next, and once her red bra is exposed, her breasts almost spilling out of the tight-fitting garment, Gene makes a dive for her cleavage. Olivia caresses the hairs on the back of his head while he feasts on her breasts, making them pop out by pulling the cups down one by one. Shivers of excitement are already coursing through her body and her core is tingling with anticipation. There's nothing better after a long day at work than some good sex, she decides. And the way Gene is working her nipples as if he hasn't seen a breast in weeks, tells her she's in for another great ride.
After the rest of her clothes have also been tossed somewhere, Gene suddenly picks her up bridal style and almost runs to the bed with her in his arms. Olivia yelps when he dumps her on the bed rather unceremoniously, but laughs when he can't get out of his underwear fast enough to join her.
"You'd think you've been starved for sex for weeks," she jokes, and it makes her feel warm inside when Gene admits,
"I've been thinking of you all day."
He kisses her deeply and Olivia pushes all thoughts aside about what his words might mean. Being with Gene is energizing, even after such a long day, as if his hands and his hungry mouth on her body are breathing life back into her. He's a little rough with her this time but she likes it. She's feeling bold herself and it energizes Gene in return. He fucks her hard for a while, pinning her arms above her head on the bed but when she tries to pull her hands out of his grasp he releases her and slows down, waiting for her next move. Olivia starts to turn and he moves with her, flipping them over so she can ride him for a while. It's almost like a fight this time, to determine who will have the upper hand in the end, but it's only for show. Olivia knows she could never have wild sex like this unless she trusted the man she was with implicitly. She knows Gene will never hurt her intentionally, unless you count the little love bites he is leaving all over her body. But that kind of pain is stimulating and she does the same to him.
"I just wanna eat you," Olivia husks in his ear when she's on top once more and Gene responds by biting one of her breasts lightly.
Olivia dips down again and bites his earlobe. Just then, Gene grabs her ass with both hands and squeezes hard, making her bite down in the process until she draws blood.
"Ouch!" Gene exclaims and Olivia sits up, a little shocked.
"Sorry, I didn't …" she starts but Gene grins up at her.
"It's okay baby. Just lick it off."
She smiles and nods, biting her lip. Somehow, even this is sexy with Gene. She moves over him once more and licks his earlobe, licking up the tiny droplet of blood and then tracing the shell of his entire ear with her tongue. Gene's hands are back on her ass and he guides her movements as she continues to ride him. He is thrusting up and his is breathing is a little ragged next to Olivia's ear. She loves the sound of it, combined with the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of her at an increasing pace.
She leans her elbows next to Gene's head and rests her forehead on his shoulder and grinds into him harder, creating more friction between their bodies. Her clit agrees very much with this contact and starts sending out shoots of pleasure through the lower half of her body. She tightens her walls around Gene's cock to increase the contact and he groans and begins to grunt softly as his breathing becomes more ragged. That's his tell, Olivia knows and she tightens her walls again until they're tingling so hard that she can't breathe.
"Oh yes," she sighs and Gene hums in response. "Oh yees."
They both groan and cry out as they approach their climax together and Olivia squeals when her orgasm hits her. It's everywhere at the same time and her body is shaking and pumping like crazy, dragging Gene along with her and milking him as he comes deep inside her. They pant and moan and both take a long time to come down from that high, but once Olivia collapses next to him, Gene chuckles, and she grins back at him.
"That was amazing," Gene sighs. "So intense."
"Yeah," Olivia agrees.
They kiss each other leisurely and when Gene's hand travels down from her shoulder to find her breast once more, Olivia knows their night is far from over. Tomorrow he leaves but tonight, he is all hers and she is all his.
…
So … will they meet again after this weekend?