Note: in a sexy story like this, comments on the physical appearance of people is inevitable. I just do it to paint a clear picture for my readers of what I'm seeing in my head. There is no judgment, everyone is unique and beautiful in their own way. That is all.

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5. Date night

Three weeks later

"Well well well," Fin hums when Olivia enters the squad room. She's just changed in the locker room for her date and is now donning an elegant black dress. It's chilly outside and the dress, that ends just below the knee, covers most of her body. Still, she knows it accentuates her figure and that she looks good in it. She's put on a touch of makeup and is adjusting one of her earrings while heading for her desk to grab her purse.

Elliot just stares at her and she can't really read her partner right now, but Munch asks her cheerfully,

"Seeing red rose guy again, Benson?"

Actually she's going out with someone else, but with everyone looking at her, she doesn't really feel like telling them that. They're all too invested in her dating life as it is. So she just smiles and leaves it at that. No need to tell them that red rose guy is someone she just sees for sex. Or that she hasn't seen him in three weeks.

Tonight, she has a date with Wes. She and Wes were introduced by Casey Novak at a party and they had had a nice chat, so she said yes when he called her a few days later to ask her out. They've seen a movie together and for their second date they're going out to dinner. Hence the classy dress. Her hair is getting just long enough to pin up again and she thinks Wes will be pleased with the result. He has just texted her the address of the restaurant, after offering once again to pick her up. But Olivia doesn't want her coworkers to see any of her dates just yet. There will be time enough for their poking and prodding if things get a little more serious.

She likes Wes; she really does. He has a steady job as a manager at an advertising company and the fact that his job is completely unrelated to law enforcement is a big plus. He is intelligent and well-read, and a regular movie expert. She hopes they will get to know each other better over dinner tonight.

After waving off her coworkers' suggestive comments she leaves and takes a cab to the restaurant. It's an expensive place with an amazing view of Central Park, and when Olivia tells the Maitre d' that she's here with Wesley Harold, he takes her to his table immediately. She guesses Wes is a regular here.

Her date stands up when he sees her approach and pulls out her chair for her. Nice to look at and good manners. She likes it. Wes is wearing a black suit and tie and a white shirt. It may be a little standard but he wears it well. He isn't much taller than she is but he carries himself with confidence. He keeps his black hair extremely short. It gets frizzy, he's told her. He has inherited his African American curls from his mother's side, but his short cut saves him a lot of time in the bathroom in the morning and tons on wax as well. She thinks he isn't thirty yet but that doesn't matter. He's intelligent and she has enjoyed his company so far.

As it turns out he does frequent the restaurant regularly and he helps her make a selection from the menu before they settle in with a nice glass of wine.

They are relaxed and as the evening progresses, Olivia lets Wes take her hand over the table. He is a sweet, dependable man. What more could she ask for?

And then she sees him.

Gene Butler.

Gene is here and there is a stunning redhead on his arm. Olivia feels her stomach drop the instant she spots him in his tuxedo, guiding his companion to a small table for two. He only has eyes for the redhead and Oliva can see why. She is absolutely radiant. On top of that, it's hard to miss the woman's curves and Olivia has to suppress the urge to compare herself to this lady, who has quite a cup size and hips to match. Gene orders champaign for the two of them and takes the redhead's hands between his, flashing his charming smile at her.

"Olivia?"

Olivia blinks a few times and looks at Wes, who is watching her intently.

"Yes?"

"You look like you've just seen a ghost. Are you alright?"

She glances at the table for two once more, and at that exact moment, Gene looks in their direction and recognizes her. She sees his eyebrows go up slightly, but he quickly focuses on his companion for the night again.

"No … no, just someone I know, that's all," Olivia says quickly, and she hates how shaken up she sounds.

She stares at her glass, wondering why seeing Gene again affects her this much. Of course he's with someone. He's always with someone. She knew this going in and she knows he is going to have sex with the redhead tonight. It's probably not the first time either. It would be very naive to think that she'd be the only woman he knows in Manhattan.

"That guy's bad news, Olivia. He's a player."

"I know he gets around, but he's honest about it you know," she remarks, feeling the need to defend Gene a little.

"So you've slept with him," Wes deduces dryly and it makes her eyes snap back to his. He follows his remark up immediately with a question. "Can I ask you a blunt question?"

"Ah .. sure," Olivia says, not sure what to expect from Wes.

"Why?"

Wes looks around as if searching for clues, and then continues.

" I mean ... I don't get why women want to sleep with him, knowing what he is and what he does."

Olivia's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes when she deadpans,

"Has it occurred to you that women can use men just like men can use us? It's just sex. It's simple and uncomplicated."

Wes absorbs her words before responding and she makes a mental note of that. He isn't throwing out another stereotype but thinks about her words first. She likes that.

"Fair enough," he says after a few beats. "But what's wrong with a little complicated?"

Olivia scoffs. It's a reflex.

"I've got enough complicated at work, thank you very much," she blurts out, grabbing her glass of wine and taking another sip.

"Please. Elaborate."

Wes's dark eyes are sparkling and she gives him a genuine smile this time.

"Ah, it's nothing really. I just have a … complicated relationship with my partner. I'll spare you the details but long story short, some uncomplicated sex is a very good way to unwind after work sometimes."

Wes is silent for a few moments again, digesting what she's just told him. And then he has another question for her.

"So if you've got a complicated thing with one guy and uncomplicated sex with another, what exactly am I doing here?"

Olivia blows out a breath softly. He makes it sound pretty awkward and she needs to set the record straight quickly.

"No, I don't have anything going on at work, Wes. It's not like that."

"So the complicated thing is that there's nothing going on. Right. Got it."

Olivia frowns at his words but when she thinks about it, she thinks Wes is actually getting this part.

"That's one way of putting it," she admits. "So when I ran into Gene, it was … well, easy. I know how he lives his life, and that's what I wanted at the time. But with you,"

She reaches for his hand across the table and he lets her take it.

"With you I wanna see if there's something real in the cards for us. You know, not complicated and not superficial, but something that may last."

She almost sees Wes melt on the spot and it surprises her a little how much her words mean to him. She isn't completely sure yet if she really means all of it, but the point of dating at this stage in her life is to find someone to be with long term, so she hasn't lied. She can't tell yet if she and Wes are a real match. Not that she's had much experience with spotting a match, since all her relationships have been short-lived until now. But she's not ready to give up trying yet.

Her words have put Wes in a very good mood, that only improves when Gene and his companion get up to leave the restaurant after finishing their drinks. Olivia tries to ignore the glare the redhead sends her way but she can feel the woman's eyes on her even without seeing them. Once they're gone, Olivia tries very hard not to think about Gene in bed with the beauty with the boobs. Will he do the same things with this woman that he's done with her? Will she feel special tonight, watching herself come in a mirror or being eaten out by Gene's hot mouth?

She doesn't want to think about it, and when Wes offers to take her home at the end of the evening, she invites him up. Hell, why not? If he can do it, so can she. She ignores the little voice in the back of her head that's telling her she isn't making sense, and smiles at Wes when she closes the door of her apartment behind them.

…

He hadn't expected to see Olivia tonight. He had called Haviland because he loves to wrap himself around her curves and to come between her full breasts. Haviland is sex on heels, with ivory white skin and red hair that spills down to her nice round ass, and she likes to feel sexy with him after a long week of hard work. She's a secretary and he thinks she's sleeping with her married boss. But tonight, she's with him and he watches her strip for him. She loves to do that, to be sexy in front of him and he's rubbing himself through his pants while he watches her dance and strip.

Still … Olivia had seemed a little shocked to see him and he can't help wondering about that guy with her. Is she sleeping with him? He's seen the man around, usually for business lunches. How does he even know Detective Benson?

When Haviland sheds her bra and tosses it at him, he almost doesn't catch it and he scolds himself mentally. He's with Haviland now and he wants to think only about her, just like she should only think of him. It's his golden rule. He focuses of Haviland's sexy dance moves again and swallows at the sight of her bobbing breasts. As soon as she is completely naked he drags her to his hotel bed. He knows it's what she wants. He makes sure to know all of his women's likes and dislikes so he can please them the most. Haviland wants to be dominated and he is only too happy to be of service. Her luscious curves make his mouth water and he wants to bury himself in her completely.

She's so different from Olivia.

And just like that, the brunette is on his mind again. It annoys him because he isn't supposed to think about anyone other than Haviland right now. It's a matter of principle for him. He joins the redhead on the bed en starts devouring her full breasts, making the woman squirm and moan with his mouth alone. When his hand finds her entrance, he can feel she's dripping already. He will need to fuck her first before he can do all the other things he loves to do with her.

"Turn over," he instructs, and Haviland grins.

"Oh yeah baby," she groans and once she's up on all fours, she wiggles her ass at him.

He quickly puts on a condom, kneels on the bed behind her and lines himself up with her.

"Fuck me hard, Gene," Haviland begs and he's only too happy to oblige.

He needs to clear his head and a good fucking should do the trick. He slides between Havilands folds a few times, his tip caressing her clit, and closes his eyes when he begins to push into her hot center. Instantly, he remembers fucking Olivia from behind just like this. Only he had done it in front of a mirror with her so she could see her own body flushed with arousal. He doesn't do that with every woman.

There is no mirror like that in this hotel room and they don't need it. Haviland doesn't like to look at herself. She struggles with her weight and no matter how many times he's told her she is perfect, she doesn't believe him. But she lets him fuck her; desire her and make her feel like a woman. He loves her curves and makes sure to tell her that each time they are together. She comes quickly tonight, gasping for air as she slumps forward, and then she moves into the next position fluently, sitting up on her knees facing him while he stands next to the bed. She knows his likes and dislikes too and pushes her breasts up so he can slide his still rock-hard dick between them.

He wonders what it would feel like to do this with Olivia. He bites his lip. He can't keep thinking of her. It's not fair to Haviland. The redhead manages to distract him completely when she takes his condom off and teases his tip with her tongue before trapping him between her breasts again. Gene groans and starts moving again. He puts one hand on Haviland's shoulder and the other on her head. It's so exhilarating to come like this, especially now that his condom is off. He knows he'll shoot up against Haviland's chin and he knows she'll love it. It makes her feel sexy and desirable and he is only too happy to be of service. He makes sure Haviland's name is on his lips when he comes, his orgasm making him shake against her. She's kissing his tip now, creating little aftershocks that feel so good that he needs to lie down. He closes his eyes as the redhead licks the cum off of him and sighs. His mind wanders again and in his state of bliss he sees a pair of dark eyes looking at him.

Oh… livia.

…

His hair isn't the only thing Wes has inherited from his mother's side. They say size doesn't matter but his dick is almost as big as Gene's is, and several shades darker. Olivia tries very hard not to think about Gene while she's with Wes but she's made the comparison before realizing it.

It hadn't been hard to seduce Wes once she had him inside her apartment and he is a very good kisser. And right now, he is proving his skills in the bedroom to her quite eagerly as they undress each other.

"Tell me what you like," he asks her once they are both naked and lying next to each other on her bed.

She thinks of Gene's mouth on her and wonders if she can ask Wes to give her oral on their first night together. She quickly decides against it and whispers huskily,

"Surprise me."

He needs no further encouragement to start exploring her body. He finds several of her sweet spots and takes her mind off Gene for a while, right up until the moment he starts pushing into her. Not that she's disappointed. Not at all. Wes has a decent size. But Gene's is … more perfect. Wes is attentive and checks in with her a few times as they fuck. He dips down to suck on her breasts too and Olivia arches her back to give him better access to her chest, and to feel his toned stomach against her own. The changed angle makes both of them groan and that's when Olivia knows she won't have to fake it with Wes tonight. He is stimulating her just right and she closes her eyes, draping her arms above her head. Wes takes it as an invitation to feast on her breasts some more and Olivia hums contently with each thrust of his hips and each flick of his tongue. Yes, this will be quite satisfactory.

She whispers a husky 'yes' when she feels her orgasm approaching, meeting Wes's thrusts more eagerly. Wes grunts something unintelligible in response and pushes himself up on his arms to create more momentum. Olivia reaches for his chest and pinches his nipples as he goes even deeper than before.

He doesn't hit her spots as perfectly as Gene but she can still feel her insides start to tingle. She shouldn't think about Gene. It's her first time with Wes and they'll be going on a third date soon. But when she lets her eyes flutter closed again, she can't keep the image of Gene towering over her from invading her mind. Her hips jolt and Wes grunts in approval. She feels the exact moment when he starts to come and her body responds to what she's feeling as well as what she's thinking when it follows Wes and they tumble over the edge together. Her orgasm washes over her and she moans loudly in approval, and Wes whispers words of encouragement as he comes hard himself.

"That's it baby ... Come for me ... Oh ... Oh yeah baby ... You're so hot."

He drops to his elbows and kisses the side of her neck. It tickles and Olivia pulls back a little, offering him her mouth instead. Wes kisses her hard but they're both still out of breath and have to stop. He slides off of her and pulls her against him to kiss her temple as they catch their breath.

"That was amazing," he sighs against her skin and she nods.

"Yeah."

It was pretty good and she'd do Wes again. But Gene's better in the sack. She doesn't want to think it or even think about Gene Butler, but the thought is there. She hates that she's thinking of him because she knows there is no way he is thinking about her tonight.

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Dun dun

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