29. Spell

Olivia has hurried to the crime scene and she focuses on the new case. Each case deserves their full attention and she manages to take in all the relevant details of the crime scene before hopping in the ambulance to ride with their new victim to the hospital. Once there, she explains to the woman, Vicky of forty-two, what the rape kit will entail. Vicky's husband arrives and rushes to her side, and Olivia suddenly finds herself in the waiting room, no longer needed to hold Vicky's hand. And that gives her time to think. Maybe it shouldn't have, she thinks and she hopes Elliot will join her soon so he can distract her from her restless thoughts.

Why had she suddenly decided Gene should have a key to her place, she asks herself. The man is wealthy, has an enormous house of his own and several penthouse suites at his disposal at the best hotels in the city. Why would he want to camp out in her tiny apartment? Deep down, she knows why she told him to stay and offered him her spare key. She doesn't want him to go to a hotel. Not without her anyway. Because staying in hotels is part of the life he used to live; the life he had while sleeping with several women. Will he want to go back to that life once it sinks in that she won't be available at his beck and call? Or will he get sucked in without meaning to, just because he has always been used to picking up beautiful women when he's in the city? She knows women will continue to hit on him. How will he react to that now? Will he still feel attracted to other women himself?

Part of her wants to run while she still can to get away from all these questions. But her heart is refusing to listen to her reasoning this time. She loves him and if she doesn't take a chance now, she will regret it for the rest of her life. Maybe it will all blow up in her face anyway but at least she will have tried. Her leg is bouncing restlessly while she waits, either for Vicky's rape kit to be completed or for her partner to join her. She still hasn't taken a full statement yet. The crime scene itself has given the team a few leads to work with but they need to hear from Vicky as well, so she's stuck here for the time being. They can only hope the rape kit will give them solid evidence. Another open case is the last thing they need. They're swamped as it is, and it doesn't look like she will be able to spend another weekend with Gene anytime soon. Short bursts like today will have to do for the time being.

She smiles when she remembers how they had made love after their shower. It had been hot and quick because they had both been hungry for sex, but it had also been loving and intimate, and she longs for the day when they will have sex without a condom for the first time. It means a lot to both of them; it's a sign of trust that goes further than just trusting the other person to be clean. It also signifies trust that they will be faithful. And they will both be giving something up in order to get closer to each other; break down part of their defensive walls if you will. Her smile widens at that thought, and she thinks that what she's experiencing right now is that proverbial warm and fuzzy feeling people are always on about. When her partner comes in and sees the look on her face, he grins at her.

"What?" she asks him, her smile fading while she raises a questioning eyebrow.

"Oh nothing," Elliot says but he's still smiling when he sits down next to her. "How's the vic?"

"Her husband is in with her while they do the rape kit."

"Good. That's good. So that explains why he wasn't home. What's your read on the guy?"

Olivia shrugs.

"Just your average doting husband. He was shocked of course but she seemed very happy to see him."

"Great. So we can cross him off our list. Did she say anything else?"

Olivia explains that she hasn't had the opportunity to take Vicky's statement yet and that she hadn't said much at all in the ambulance, and they settle in to wait for the nurse to finish the rape kit. They spend the rest of the night taking Vicky's statement and passing on the details to their coworkers to follow up.

It isn't until 4.30 am that Olivia drags herself back to her apartment. She opens the door quietly, hoping Gene is still there. She can't imagine that he would have left in the middle of the night but she still feels relief wash over her when she finds his sleeping form in her bed, exactly where she left him earlier. Cragen has told them she and Elliot can take the morning off so she hopes Gene will have some time for her in the morning. She quickly sheds her clothes and crawls under the covers. His body is nice and warm and she doesn't want to wake him up with her cold hands, but she can't resist snuggling up to him anyway. It's so nice to come home to a warm body, and Gene's body is such a perfect fit for hers. He stirs and turns around, then wraps his arm around her in his sleep. He mumbles something unintelligible and she bites her lip when she hears her own name fall from his lips. She kisses his chin softly and closes her eyes. She is asleep within minutes.

…

She's back.

Gene is watching the woman in the bed next to him, like he has watched her many times before. It's still fairly early in the morning, almost 7.30 am, and Olivia is sleeping soundly. He has already used her bathroom and even her toothbrush, and she hasn't stirred. He loves to see her like this, so completely relaxed and he thinks it will never get old to look at Olivia sleeping. He has no idea what time she came back but he's glad she's here. He isn't sure what he would have done if she hadn't returned during the night. Should he have taken that key she'd talked about? He sure prefers her place over the less personal surroundings of hotel suites, even if he's gotten used to all the perks of hotels. Like room service. But right now, he'd like to make her breakfast, the old-fashioned way. It's so intimate to be in her apartment and while he has no illusions that he is the first man she's brought here, he feels honored that she would let him in this way. Maybe that's because he knows she isn't just letting him into her apartment. She isn't even just letting him into her body. He takes a deep breath and breathes out slowly, trying not to make a sound.

No. It's a different kind of letting in that they're doing and he is proud of both of them for taking that leap. Olivia turns away from him in her sleep and he wonders again what time she came back for her to be sleeping so deeply at this time of day. Won't she have to report back to work soon? He decides to let he sleep and slips out of bed again. He finds his clothes and gets dressed, and then ventures into the kitchen to find something to eat. After a simple breakfast of some toast and cheese, he makes himself a cup of coffee and sits down with his laptop, that he's brought with him from Long Island. He likes to read the news online first thing in the morning, beginning with the financial news. Around 9 am he finally hears signs of life coming from the bedroom, and he smiles when he sees Olivia come into the living room, wearing nothing but a t shirt from the looks of it, rubbing her eyes. Her hair is messy and he thinks she looks adorable.

"Hey," he greets her not too loudly, hoping she's aware that he is still here.

Her eyes widen a little further, making her look almost awake now, and then she smiles. She seems relieved.

"You're still here."

"I am."

He gets up to greet her, and wraps his arms around her, nuzzling his nose in her messy hair.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Hmmm," Olivia hums. "I'm so glad you were still here when I got home."

"My presence put you right to sleep?" Gene jokes, looking into her eyes, that are now full of life again.

"Yep. I was out like a light. You have that effect on me."

They both chuckle and Olivia then admits that it's actually the smell of coffee that has woken her up and she glances in the direction of her coffee maker.

"I'll pour you a cup. Do you want to eat something with that?" Gene offers.

Olivia shakes her head and watches while he pours her a cup of coffee. They walk back to the couch where Gene had been sitting and Gene sets her cup down on the coffee table. Before Olivia can question him, he plops down on the couch, pulling her with him so she lands sideways in his lap. Olivia tries to reach for her coffee but Gene pulls her close instead, wanting to kiss her first. She doesn't need much convincing and when he kisses her, she reciprocates eagerly. He drinks her in, moaning softly as their tongues tangle, and lets his hand drift up her bare thigh. His stomach clenches when it is confirmed that Olivia isn't wearing any underwear. He moves his hand up underneath the shirt quickly until it covers her bare breast. He can feel her body respond to his touch and his dress pants are getting tighter as well. His thumb rubs her nipple gently and Olivia is writhing a little, trying to continue kissing him, but she needs to break it off to catch her breath. Gene grins up at her and when he moves his thumb to her other breast, her coffee is completely forgotten. Instead, she reaches for the buttons of his dress shirt and he gives her a little room to work, until she can push the fabric off his shoulders. He pulls his arms out of the sleeves and then wraps them around her again, kissing her again while squeezing and caressing her bare ass. Olivia's hand is now roaming his chest while her other arm is behind his shoulders. She is devouring him and he wants her badly. He moves his hand from her ass to the juncture between her thighs and Olivia opens her legs for him instantly, allowing him to caress her folds. She is getting wet fast and he moans at the feeling of her warm core clenching around his finger when he pushes it in. He quickly adds another finger and when Olivia pushes her hips into his hand, he feels like he's going to burst with desire.

"Liv," he groans against her lips and she knows what he wants.

She moves off his lap gingerly and bends over to help him with his belt. They make quick work of his pants and underwear and then Gene remembers that he's left his condoms in the bedroom. But Olivia is way ahead of him. She dashes off and comes back into the room within seconds, holding up a condom triumphantly. He then watches her kneel between his knees and his breath hitches when she seems to decide he needs to be even harder before she can slip the condom on him.

He drops his head back and closes his eyes, letting the feeling of her mouth on him consume him.

"Oh… livia," he sighs, several times. "Oh baby … that feels so good."

When Olivia is satisfied that he is hard enough, she slips the condom on him expertly and he opens his eyes just in time to see her whip off her shirt, leaving her naked before him. He reaches for her, ready to beg her to sit on him but she needs no encouragement. Her eyes are dark with lust and when she straddles him, he grabs her hips to guide her while she finds the right position to sink down on him with a content sigh.

She is hot and tight around him and he groans, stilling her so he can regulate his breathing before he is able to continue. Olivia gives him a sultry smile and he can see she knows exactly what she's doing to him. She widens her knees even further and he is impossibly deep inside her now. Her eyes flutter closed and her mouth hangs open as she sighs again. The sound is like music to his ears. She begins to move then, slowly, tilting her hips with each movement back and forth while he pulls her into him, his hands gripping her round ass. There is no time for kissing now, only for this sensual, slow dance they have begun. Olivia grinds into him slowly as if she can't get close enough and Gene looks down between them to see himself slide in and out of her, over and over again. She is keeping both of them aroused but not yet rushing towards an orgasm and Gene thinks he could be with her like this all day long. Just to be inside her and feel her naked body against his is everything he's ever wanted without realizing it. He thought he wanted instant gratification; sex with as many stunning women as possible, as many times as possible without ever committing to anyone. But Olivia is changing everything and he finds himself longing for her in completely new ways. Yes, he wants to bury himself in her physically just like this but he wants to know her, too. To know what she's thinking and to hear about her day. He wants to share his dreams with her and his love for her overwhelms him once again. It makes him want to give her even more pleasure and he thrusts up a little harder, making their bodies collide more abruptly. Olivia opens her eyes and looks down into his. She frowns a little, pure concentration written all over her face as she grinds into him slower again, pushing him deep into the cushions of the couch. He feels his balls tighten and his groin is tingling. He is completely at her mercy and he has never been taken this slowly before, somehow thinking he would need to pound harder gradually in order to maximize a woman's pleasure as well as his own. But Olivia is proving him wrong, the way she is riding his cock slowly, sensually, making the head tingle so hard that it's almost painful. There is love in her movements and he surrenders to it, giving her full control as to when he will finally come.

Olivia moans deeply, her eyes closed again. She can feel Gene swell up inside her, growing even bigger and her insides are tingling and throbbing, desperate for a release from this slow yet delicious torture. But she doesn't want to rush it. This isn't a quick fuck and she can tell that it's the same for Gene. He is letting her set the pace and it's a glorious, powerful feeling. She is so glad he's still here.

Gene wraps his lips around one of her nipples and her body jolts because she hadn't seen him coming. She leans forward a little further so he has better access, and it changes the angle of their coupling in the process. Gene groans against her breast and the sound shoots straight to her core. She speeds up a little, her physical need growing. This is where she wants to be, right here in Gene's lap and in his arms, being filled up by him and being loved by him. Gene is pulling her in, his hands still firmly around her ass and he is almost slowing her down again. It's as if neither of them want it to end.

They pant and moan, their names and declarations of love falling from their lips. Olivia is now pressing her breasts in his face and Gene finds himself gasping for air for more reasons than one. His mind goes foggy and he can't think - only feel. It's as if he is inside her completely and when her body begins to clench around him, her pleasure mounting with each thrust, he loses all control.

"Liv!" he yells and she is right there with him, hissing "yes, yes, oh yes" in his ear as her body contracts around him, throbbing while pleasure ripples through her lower half, like it is with him. He is seeing stars as strong waves of pleasure pump his seed out of him and into her heat, his fingers digging in her ass cheeks while her finger nails are scratching his shoulders. They cry out together on each exhale until their bodies are completely spent. Olivia drops forward then, limp in his arms and he wraps his arms around her to caress her back and keep her warm while they slowly come back down to earth together. She is trembling and he feels weak but as soon as some strength returns to his legs, he scoots forward until he can lower Olivia to the side. He lays her down on the couch gently so she can finally close her legs, and when she doesn't let go of his shoulders, he lays with her, half on top of her, his ear resting on her heaving chest while she caresses the short hairs on the back of his neck. He has no words to express to her what she does to him and they lay together in silence for long minutes, neither of them wanting to break the spell between them. Real life can wait for a bit longer.

Olivia's coffee has gone cold but she doesn't care. Nothing matters right now except the man in her arms; the man of her dreams. Everything else can wait.

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A/N: Aww. I chose a sweet ending this time, no cliffhangers or anything. They still have things to discuss though. To be continued.