10. Siren
"I think we should stop seeing each other."
It's not the first time Gene Butler has heard those words and he knows it won't be the last time. Usually, he is okay with it because he'd seen it coming. But this time, he knows it's him.
"I don't think you were completely here with me, Gene," Natalie adds, and she's right.
He has been distracted all evening and naturally that shows in his actions towards her in the bedroom.
"I'm sorry Natalie, I just have a lot on my mind," he tries, but he already knows that he will not be seeing Natalie again.
The brunette is combing her long hair in front of the mirror of his hotel bathroom, already fully dressed again. He knows he managed to satisfy her physically but he also knows that it wasn't as intense as it usually is. The women he sees on and off, come back to him for that intensity and he feels like he's failed Natalie tonight.
"It's alright, Gene. Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted."
Maybe he should feel some wounded pride at her words, but he just senses relief that the brunette is letting him off the hook this easily. After reapplying her makeup, Natalie gives him a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek. And then she's out of his life.
Gene sits down hard on one of the armchairs in his room and sighs. This wasn't supposed to happen. He's always prided himself in being completely in the moment with a woman, whether it be their very first time or the thirtieth time having sex. But tonight, he is distracted, thoughts of another brunette invading his mind in a way that he hasn't experienced before. Even now, he wonders if it's too late to call her, just to see how she's doing.
He jumps up again and paces his room for a minute, shaking his head at himself. How is he going to have any kind of sex life if this doesn't go away? He can't keep thinking about Olivia when he's with someone else. It wouldn't be fair to anyone. Gene grabs a bottle from the mini bar and twists the cap off to take a long swig. He winces when the liquor burns his throat and looks at the bottle to see what is is that he is drinking. Pure vodka.
He sighs, then shrugs and takes another swig. Maybe he should just get drunk and sleep it off, alone. Tomorrow afternoon he goes back to Long Island anyway. He wonders if Olivia will go back to work on Friday, and twenty minutes later, as he empties the bottle and sinks back into the fluffy pillows of his bed, he whispers just before he falls asleep,
"Be safe, Olivia. Be safe."
…
"A long weekend off? This is a first, Detective. Anything I should know? Are you feeling alright?"
Olivia smiles at her Captain's reaction to her request, but the idea of going to the Butler estate has been growing on her and she's sent Gene a text on Monday to ask him if he still wants her to come along, and to ask him the exact dates and times.
"Not that it's any of my business, but I understand you've been seeing some lucky man these past few months, correct?"
"Yes sir," Olivia replies.
"And this weekend … does it have anything to do with this man?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, good for you. I'll have your request approved right away."
"Thank you, sir."
Her smile lingers on her lips while she returns to her desk and her partner watches her as she sits back down.
"Are we ever going to meet this one?" he asks her, and Olivia's smile widens. If only he knew …
"Don't know," she says vaguely.
"But that weekend off … it's with him, right?"
Olivia arches an eyebrow, still smiling.
"Why do you want to know?"
Elliot shrugs and his eyes sparkle when he tells her,
"Just looking out for my partner."
She knows he means it and she does appreciate it, but she's not ready to tell Elliot about Gene. He wouldn't understand. And so she simply ends the conversation by telling him,
"Well, you won't be needing to look out for me that weekend."
They go back to work and in a way, Olivia is relieved when they get a case about twenty minutes later. She feels a little bubbly about going away with Gene for a few days and she can't really focus on the paperwork they were doing. Being out in the field will distract her, and soon she finds her groove again. Elliot doesn't ask her about her man again but she knows he glances at her from time to time. She wonders what he sees, because she isn't supposed to be excited about spending time with a man that she's only seeing for sex. She'll be meeting his parents and his brothers, for crying out loud. He wants to introduce her as a friend. A good friend. Now that she's decided to go, she is beginning to wonder if he's brought any other women home like this. He had mentioned his mother asking him to bring a nice girl, but maybe she asks him that every year. She doesn't have a clue about what is considered normal in the Butler household. When it comes down to it, she barely knows Gene. She decides that she will ask Gene for some more specifics about his family the next time they hook up.
It's the Tuesday before their weekend off when they meet again. Gene is in Manhattan to tie up some loose business ends before taking a week off.
"A week?" Olivia asks him over a drink at the bar at his hotel.
Gene smirks.
"Yeah. Figured I could do with some rest after our … weekend."
He caresses her cheek with the backs of his fingers as he says the word 'weekend', insinuating all kinds of activities that make her stomach clench. Even after all these months, he can still set her body on fire with just a touch. She wants him, right now. That's why they see each other, after all. She slips off of her bar stool and leans against Gene's knee.
"You wanna go already?" he asks her, since they had been discussing going out to dance.
Olivia leans forward until her mouth touches his ear before telling him huskily,
"I don't wanna go out anymore."
Gene feels hot and cold simultaneously, lust washing over him. If there weren't any other people around, he'd pick Olivia up and throw her over his shoulder to drag her off caveman-style to his room. But Olivia seems to be in the lead now. She lets her hand glide down his arm until she can take his hand in hers, and he stands up, ready to follow her wherever she wants to go. Her brown eyes are trained on his and he knows he couldn't resist her even if he tried. She's drawing him in, her full lips slightly parted because her breathing has quickened, and he feels his cock throb, already longing to be inside her again.
"Which floor?" she asks him, her voice raspy.
"Penthouse."
"Let's go."
She leads him out of the bar and to the elevator, and once the doors close behind them, she pushes him up against the back of the elevator and kisses him hard, taking his breath away. Her kisses are hungry and their hands go everywhere, and by the time they get to the penthouse, he is ready to rip her tight black dress off of her body and take her up against the elevator wall.
They tumble out of the elevator and Olivia only gives him time to open his hotel door before she's on him again. They are out of their clothes within minutes and before he knows it, he's flat on his back on the big bed and Olivia is putting her mouth on him, devouring him as if she hasn't eaten in a week. Her mouth is hot and wet, her throat is velvet and he can't believe how hard she makes him. He has to stop himself from thrusting up too hard into her eager mouth.
"Oh-livia!" he croaks after a mere minute, trying to warn her that he's already close to blowing, but Olivia doesn't stop.
He sits up quickly and pushes against her shoulders gently, until she finally pulls away.
She smiles up at him, his erect cock bobbing against her lower lip.
"In you," is all Gene manages to gasp, he's that close to spilling his load prematurely.
Olivia, who had been sitting between his legs on her knees, moves back, leaning back on her elbows and spreads her legs for him, making him groan with want at the sight. She's already dripping and is clearly impatient as he fumbles with a condom before crawling over her.
"What's gotten into you tonight," he rumbles in her ear.
"You," is all she says, pulling him down on top of her, and he pushes into her in one fluent movement.
Olivia lets out a small cry, arching her back, but before he can wonder if he's hurt her, she grabs his ass and pulls him in even deeper.
"You," she whispers again and it reminds him of the time they were together when she'd been so emotional about a case.
That same feeling of intense closeness washes over him, a need to be inside her that goes beyond the physical. She's put a spell on him, he's sure of it, because he doesn't know if he can ever let her go now. He's said goodbye to Natalie, Diane and Rebecca over the past weeks but he dreads the day that Olivia will stop seeing him.
He pounds into her, his body covering hers completely and his lips suckling her neck while her hard nipples scrape his chest. He's on top but he knows she has the power tonight. He is losing himself in her and it's a new feeling. A dangerous feeling but one he can't resist.
Olivia pants and moans and whispers words of encouragement, and it's the most beautiful song he's ever heard. She's his Siren, enchanting him and drawing him in, and he doesn't care anymore if she makes his ship crash into the rocks as long as he can have her like this. When he feels her body clench around him, he works hard to give her maximum pleasure and when she cries out, he is right there with her. His body is pumping and Olivia keeps moaning while she comes, her fingernails digging in his back as her body shakes with pleasure underneath him.
Once they both relax, Gene flips them over and Olivia kisses his chest before resting her head on it. She sighs contently. She feels at home with Gene. She knows that thought alone should make all of her alarm bells go off, but she is too spent to think about it. She jumped him tonight to emphasize that they're just together for sex but she's not sure if it is working. Her body is relaxing and her mind is foggy. She thinks she could fall asleep right here and now, just like this, with Gene's softening cock still inside her and her sensitive flesh still tingling around it, while his warm hands caress her back and ass. She can ask him about his family and the upcoming weekend later. She just needs to sleep for a while …
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To be continued. Your thoughts?