I posted a few pictures in Twitter the other day of an actor I saw on another show who looks almost exactly like how I picture Gene in my head. Check it out? But first, we return to the Butler mansion, to Gene's bedroom :D

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13. Rejection

When Olivia wakes up, for a few moments she doesn't know where she is. She can tell that it's just after dawn, the beginnings of daylight that stream into the room bathing it in a soft glow. She looks around the room and then she remembers. This is Gene's room, in his parents' mansion. And it suits him. The colors used in the room are different shades of cream and brown, and it's a classy room that doesn't have the sense of a bachelor's man cave about it at all.

Olivia tries not to think about how he must have brought other women in here or wonder if they've had any influence on how the room was decorated. But then she remembers that Anne Butler is an interior decorator. She probably decorated the entire house, including the bedrooms of her sons.

The covers feel a bit heavy but they're nice and warm, perfect to chase away the morning and evening chill that go with early Spring. It's been warmer than average but the nights are still cold this time of year and the heavy covers are very comfortable.

Then she looks at the man sleeping next to her. He is completely relaxed, radiating a sense of belonging that she hasn't seen in him before. He is home here and it shows. She turns on her side and watches him sleep for a while longer, suppressing the urge to caress his cheek. He is such a sweet man. It's such a shame that he won't choose one woman to be with. She's certain he could make a woman very happy if he wanted to.

Olivia sighs softly and turns on her back again. She shouldn't think like that. It's not what Gene wants and it's not what she wants with him. So she tells herself. After another minute, she gets out of bed very quietly to go and find a bathroom. She assumes all the rooms in this enormous house have their own bathrooms, but the first door she tries is the entrance of the bedroom and she quickly closes it, hoping there's nobody in the hallway who saw her standing there butt naked. The second door leads to a huge walk-in closet. Interesting, but not what she's looking for. Finally, she finds the bathroom behind door number three and she quickly slips inside before switching on the light.

The light is soft, not blinding like the light in her own bathroom, and she finds herself standing in a large room, divided into several areas. First there is a classical vanity with a double sink and beautiful, antique-like taps. Then there's the toilet she was looking for and across from it is an alcove containing several robes, beach towels, an assortment of soaps and shampoos and even swimwear for both men and women. Next to the alcove, there is a large double shower with glass walls. And finally, there is a huge jacuzzi that could probably hold four people easily.

"Wow," Olivia whispers. The bathroom is bigger than the living room in her own apartment. Her bladder reminds her why she came in here and she quickly uses the toilet. She washes her hands and decides to brush her teeth, since there are two toothbrushes in the cup on the sink that both look like they've never been used. She shivers and after finishing up, she goes to the alcove and pulls out a fluffy yellow robe. She puts it on and hugs herself contently. The soft fabric feels nice and warm against her cool skin. She goes back into the bedroom quietly and is pleased to see that Gene hasn't moved a muscle. She scoots back into bed, still wearing the robe because it feels so nice against her skin. Once she is comfortable, she looks at Gene again. Without opening his eyes, he suddenly asks her,

"Did you find everything alright in there?"

"I didn't mean to wake you," Olivia says but Gene smiles, his eyes opening.

"It's alright. I like waking up with you."

He scoots closer to her and Olivia meets him halfway, their lips finding each other automatically. They kiss languidly for a minute and Olivia groans when Gene breaks off the kiss. She's absolutely a morning sex person and Gene can always get her in the mood fast.

"What?" she asks him, almost pouting, and Gene laughs.

"I have to use the bathroom too."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And I'll brush my teeth as well," he adds with a wink.

Olivia watches him get up and walk towards the bathroom and she admires his muscular body. Gene does have a fine ass … Her skin is starting to get warm again, and she's becoming warmer on the inside as well. It's still early so there is plenty of time for them to have some fun together before breakfast.

When Gene returns, still gloriously naked and with a wide smile on his face, Olivia throws the covers away from her body and pulls open the robe. Gene growls and literally jumps back into bed with her.

She looks so sweet in that yellow robe, he thinks, but he knows there is a sex goddess lurking beneath the surface and he wants her, badly. His hand wraps around her waist while his mouth finds hers once more. He kisses her more passionately now, feeling more confident after brushing his teeth, and it's so exhilarating to feel Olivia Benson succumb to him. She's a strong woman who can stand on her own but she is also the most amazing lover, soft and willing as well as passionate and demanding.

She's on her back now, allowing him to roam her body, his hands finding every curve while his lips travel from her lips down to her neck to nibble on her earlobe. He loves how she giggles when he does that; it's possibly the only time he ever hears this woman giggle. Olivia arches her back and tries to get him to stop nibbling her ear by distracting him with her breasts. It works every time and when he begins nibbling her nipples instead, she sighs contently. Gene groans, the need to pleasure Olivia almost overwhelming him, and making him rock hard for her. He releases her nipple and pulls her on top of him, and together they get the yellow robe off of her body. Once Olivia's arms are free, she pushes herself up so he can continue to feast on her breasts.

Olivia pushes her hips into Gene's abdomen, rubbing her clit against his six pack. His muscles are strained because he is holding his upper body up in order to reach her breasts. She is basically riding his stomach and it all feels amazing. There is something about having sex with him here, in his natural habitat and although they've had steamy sex before, she feels like Gene is less inhibited here as well. He flips her over and when he moves one hand between her legs and strokes her, Olivia lets out a strangled cry.

"You too this time," she pants, already getting way too excited but remembering how Gene had basically pleasured her to sleep last night without getting anything out of it himself.

"Don't worry, I will," Gene rumbles next to her ear before finding her mouth with his again.

He kisses her deeply - dare she say possessively - while continuing to stroke her sensitive folds. Her hand moves down to his cock and she moans when she feels how hard he is. She begins pumping him and after half a minute, his kisses falter.

"Oh … livia," he mumbles against her lips and if she didn't know any better, she'd think he was going to say something truly meaningful to her. But Gene doesn't say anything else, not with words anyway. He rolls her on her stomach and she lets him, curious what he is planning to do next. She is mildly surprised when she feels his lips on her back between her shoulder blades, where he begins to make a trail of tender kisses down her entire back. His hands are caressing her arms and then her back, and when his lips reach her ass cheeks, he caresses her legs while he leaves tiny love bites on her ass.

Olivia is holding her breath now, unsure of his next move. When she feels Gene climb over her, she tries to look over her shoulder.

"Just relax," Gene whispers, and she does. She trusts him.

He feels the fierce Detective relax beneath him. She trusts him and that moves him. She has no idea what he is going to do, yet she trusts him not to hurt her. And he won't. He never wants to hurt anyone, especially Olivia. He moves his hands to her shoulders and then moves them up, caressing her arms until he is covering her hands with his, his chest brushing against her back and his lips in her hair.

"You're amazing," he tells her softly against the back of her head.

He lowers himself a little further until he is lying completely on top of her, using only his arms to make sure he isn't crushing her. His cock has slipped between her legs and Olivia has opened them a little automatically. Gene pushes his hips against her ass, making his cock slide between her body and the mattress. He is between her folds now, moving slowly, sensually without entering her just yet. Olivia is acutely aware of the fact that he hasn't put on a condom yet and it shocks her a little when she realizes that she doesn't really mind. Only she should. She should definitely mind because she isn't the only one he sleeps with.

Gene senses a change in Olivia and instantly stops moving his hard-on against her. He gives her some space, which she uses to turn on her back so they are facing each other. She reaches up to cup his cheek and he closes his eyes, leaning into her touch. He can guess why she tensed up a little and he doesn't know what to make of his own feelings right now. Of course she will want him to put a condom on before they go any further. And he should.

"Gene," Olivia whispers and he opens his eyes again to look into hers.

"Yes, I know," he tells her quickly, and then he moves off of her to grab some protection.

She has just rejected him in the sweetest way possible, but it still hurts a little. And it's not supposed to hurt because he shouldn't want her like that. To him, condoms aren't just a sensible protection against STDs but also part of the shield he has pulled up around his heart. Olivia is here for his body, not his heart and he needs to remember that.

Olivia watches Gene put on a condom. He has softened a bit and she feels bad for him. She hadn't meant to distract him and she doesn't know now what came over her. Sure, she's horny as hell but that doesn't mean she has to throw caution to the wind. She should be ecstatic that Gene is so responsible and yet somehow, she knows what she's feeling is rejection. The instant she'd said his name, he had pulled away from her. He must have sensed her conflicting feelings. But he doesn't want her to get too close and she needs to remember that. She shouldn't want him like that because he doesn't want her like that.

The sex is the same, with or without a condom. There is nothing less intimate about it and still … when Gene joins Olivia again, finding his place between her legs, they are both aware of the shield that is between them. And neither want to be aware of it.

Olivia wraps her arms around Gene's neck and pulls him down to kiss him. Gene kisses her back passionately and they both work to eradicate the confusing thoughts and feelings of the past few minutes from their minds and bodies. It isn't hard for Gene to lose himself in Olivia and he is rock hard again within half a minute.

Olivia groans, feeling his cock pressing against her tender flesh. She still wants him. Still needs him inside her. And she wants to pleasure him because he deserves it. Because he's so good to her.

"Gah!" she pants, pulling her mouth away from his to catch her breath. "Please Gene."

"Ready?" he rumbles and she looks into his brown eyes when she answers,

"Yes."

Gene pushes himself up on his arms so he can line himself up with her. Her beautiful body is trembling with want and he feels relief that she still wants him. Then, he pushes into her with a hiss.

Olivia answers with a howl, arching her back and grabbing his ass to pull him in deeper. She wants him deeper. She needs him deeper. She needs him …

Lust takes over then and they move quickly, almost frantically, but as one. They are merged and consumed with desire. They pant and moan, and Olivia kneads Gene's pecs and upper arms while he fucks her. He watches her breasts bounce and stares at her full lips, parted as she lets out cries of pleasure and need. She is perfect and he can't get enough of her. And his body is in need already.

"Baby, I'm gonna …" he grunts, feeling himself teetering on the edge of bliss.

Olivia's hands fly back to his ass, holding him firmly in place and he knows she wants him to come first. Her name is on his lips and he wants to say words he hasn't said to anyone in years. He doesn't say them though, but hopes that the way he is pounding into her will convey what he can't say out loud. The feeling is overwhelming and he thinks he couldn't stop now even if he tried.

"Oh yes," Olivia pants, meeting his thrusts more eagerly than ever before and it's his undoing.

"Liv!" he cries out and then he shudders, stills for a split second and then bottoms out, time and time again, groaning loudly as he spills his seed deep inside her.

"Ah! Yeees," Olivia cries out. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He keeps going, a little slower but deeper still and then he feels her orgasm hit, her body pulsating around him as soft, high-pitched cries leave her throat, her fingers still digging in his ass.

Olivia feels like she doesn't have any control over her body anymore as it shakes, pleasure filling her from head to toe, and it's so intense that she feels like crying. When she finally relaxes, Gene crashes on top of her and she wraps her arms around him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She can't start to cry now. He'd think she's crazy. Or he'd get her to tell him what's wrong, and that would be even worse.

She can't fall in love with Gene. She'll only get hurt and she will lose this forever. And she's not ready to give it up. She isn't sure she will ever be ready to give Gene up again.

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A/N Well, how's that for not communicating? To be continued ...