Dear readers, many of my Twitter followers already know that I was in a small accident 2 days ago (Feb. 26), resulting in a broken upper arm (just below the shoulder). This will inevitably slow down my writing considerably for a while :(
However, I had all but completed this one-shot before the accident and I wrapped it up with one hand today. It was just an excuse to write some smut so don't expect an elaborate story line :D
If you could spare some kind words in a review, it would really brighten my dull days at this time! Enjoy.

1. Witness

Setting: anywhere in the first couple of seasons (1 to 5)

She had felt his eyes on her the entire time.

She's told herself a thousand times that this isn't healthy but she just can't help it that her body responded. It is still responding to the mere idea of it two hours later.

All she can think right now is, thank God he wasn't a suspect but just a corroborating witness. If he'd been a suspect, she'd be checking in at the nearest psych ward right about now. She will never, ever get turned on while interrogating a suspect of rape or abuse. But this man … this man was too much. She knows he's a bit of a ladies man, not someone who wants to be tied down to just one woman. But he was also appalled at the idea of a guest at the party he attended last night forcing himself on a woman. His disgust had been genuine.

"If you can't get them to like you, you're doing something wrong. You gotta be respectful and interested to even be remotely interesting to a real lady. And if they're not interested, let them go. It's their right to reject you. Only insecure guys take rejection personally."

"You date a lot of real ladies?" Elliot had asked, attempting not to show his disdain but naturally, Olivia had seen it. The man had probably seen it too but his replies had consistently stayed polite and cooperative.

She knows the man isn't Elliot's type at all. White, family money, well dressed and well-versed. He no doubt plays tennis or golf, or both. All the ingredients of a spoiled brat predator, they would all agree if he had been a suspect. But he isn't a suspect and this time, Olivia doesn't agree with the stereotyping. There's something about this man that she finds … attractive. It's the only word she can think of and it fits. The man is attractive. And he'd noticed her.

She'd felt like he was touching her when his dark eyes had swept her curves and her nipples had hardened at the thought of his hands on her body. She thinks he noticed and that had made her cheeks flush.

He'd smiled then, a broad, confident, dimpled smile and she'd stared at his perfect teeth. His eyes had trailed up and down her body lazily once more and she had turned away. It had been too much and she'd left the questioning to Elliot after that, only commenting a few times from across the room.

The man can't have missed the looks she and Elliot exchanged in there and she's pretty sure her partner hasn't missed the dynamic between her and the witness either. But so far, he hasn't commented on it. They've moved on to a few other witnesses who were at the same party where the rape had happened and are getting useful information from them to build their case. Fin and Munch are bringing in the suspect and his alleged accomplice just now.

"You wanna take a crack at him?" Elliot asks her from across their desks. "Or aren't you done processing Mr. Perfect's statement yet?"

Olivia blows out an annoyed breath. She knew this was coming and as usual, her partner doesn't disappoint. Her first instinct is to defend herself but she manages to swallow her words. Instead, she stands up and saunters over to her partner until she's standing next to him. She leans in, putting her hand on his shoulder and bringing her mouth close to his ear before she asks him softly,

"Jealous, Detective?"

Before he has a chance to reply, Olivia walks off to interrogation 2 to confront their suspect. She knows she's baffled Elliot and that he will need a moment to shake it off. She feels pretty good about herself right now and is still gloating when she rounds the corner.

And there he is, at the vending machine.

Mr. Perfect.

Or rather, Mr. Butler. Still a great name. He looks like a man who's confident enough to be able to wait on a woman hand and foot and still be a massively masculine presence. He smiles at her knowingly and she knows what's coming next. She also knows her partner is going to round the corner any second and she has to move fast. Butler grabs his treat, a bag of pretzels, and walks up to her, his charming smile widening and she can't help smiling back at him.

"Busy, Detective?"

"Yes, unfortunately," she offers him.

"What about later?"

Olivia quickly pulls out one of her business cards and stuffs it in his hand. She glances over her shoulder and sees Elliot coming around the corner.

"I'll call you. Go!" Butler whispers and when Olivia looks at him again, he's already walking away.

Olivia quickly turns to head for interrogation 2 after all and avoids Elliot's glare. He can save it for his suspect.

…

"Don't forget, four o'clock in the park," Olivia reminds her partner.

"Shit, thanks Liv."

"If you leave now, you'll make it with time to spare."

Elliot's daughter Lizzie has recently taken up playing the saxophone and a small band of her music teacher's pupils will be performing at the park this afternoon. Olivia is actually relieved that he's leaving because his mood hasn't been the best ever since he saw her talking to Gene Butler again.

She appreciates how Elliot looks out for her but she's a big girl and there is no reason for Elliot to be suspicious of Gene. And he has no right to be jealous of him either. They may be close as partners but she's not his property. And as long as he can't offer her anything, she won't be his in any shape or form. She wills any thoughts away about a different scenario between her and Elliot and once he's left for his daughter's performance, her mind drifts back to Gene Butler easily.

She knows he'll call and she knows they'll meet. And she knows it's going to be casual. If the sex is really good, they may hook up again a few times but then they'll both move on. It's what they both want. Gene doesn't seem to want to settle down ever, while Olivia just needs an outlet every now and then while waiting for either Mr. Right or the right time to take things to the next level with her partner … whichever comes first. The way things are now, she's in for a long wait and she's only human after all.

She jumps a little when her phone rings but she grins when she hears who's calling.

"Olivia. What a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you."

"Mr. Butler," Olivia responds softly, making sure her coworkers don't notice who she's talking to or what about.

"Please. Call me Gene. I know I'm a bit older than you but you don't have to rub it in."

Olivia laughs out loud. She's not so sure if the man is really older than her but accepts the compliment that's hidden in his words.

"Alright, Gene. What did you have in mind?"

"Straight to the point. I like it," Gene says, and she can hear his smile through the phone. "I was thinking we could meet up at the bar of the hotel where I'm staying. Would that be okay with you?"

"A hotel? You don't live in New York?"

She almost feels disappointed.

"Long Island actually. But when I have to be in Manhattan for business, I like to stay here for a while and enjoy the nightlife."

"Okay. Which hotel?"

They agree on a time and place and Olivia is already looking forward to her evening. A night on the town will be good for her and a few orgasms won't hurt either. Once home, she takes a long shower and shaves her body meticulously. She takes her time applying scented oil on her skin in all the places she hopes to be touched tonight, which is basically everywhere. She puts on black lace underwear and a tight cocktail dress that shows a lot of cleavage and when she slips into her black 4 inch heels, she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. She's still got it. Gene will be pleased.

…

He's undressing her with his eyes and she loves it. It's her first victory upon entering the bar and sauntering in his direction. He looks amazing too, in his off-white tuxedo with matching shoes and bow tie and he grins proudly when she heads straight for him.

"Oh-livia," Gene says slowly, taking her hand and letting his eyes roam her body appreciatively once more before he places a chaste kiss on her hand.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Olivia quips.

Gene chuckles and pretends to adjust his bow tie when he tells her,

"For a woman as stunning as you, I had to make an effort."

He reaches for her waist and lets his hand rest on the small of her back as he leads her to the bar.

"A drink before we head out?" he suggests and when she looks at him he clarifies,

"I thought we could go dancing. I know just the place."

She agrees, having decided to let the man take the lead this evening. It's nice to be treated like she's actually worth something, even if they both know that the ultimate goal of the evening is to get laid. It won't stop her from having the best time before that happens.

She loves to dance and Gene has great taste in places to go and music to dance to. As the evening progresses, they dance more closely together and Gene has placed feather light kisses on her neck and shoulders several times already. They've both had a few glasses of wine to drink but they're still clear headed, and when Gene nibbles her earlobe gently for the third time, Olivia finally turns her head to capture his lips with hers.

Gene moans softly and as soon as their tongues meet, it's like she has awakened his unbridled passionate side at last. He literally takes her breath away and she swoons a little in his arms as he ravages her mouth, right there, in the middle of a crowded dance floor in a jazz bar.

When they come up for air after a while, they're both a little out of breath. Gene smiles down at her and she asks him hoarsely,

"You wanna get out of here?"

"Only if you come with me."

Olivia responds by kissing him again eagerly and a few minutes later they're outside, where Gene has a limousine waiting for them.

"I wasn't sure if our feet would be tired after dancing all night so I had him on standby just in case," he explains with a shrug and it's fine with Olivia.

Gene is all over her inside the limousine during the short ride back to his hotel and Olivia finally allows herself to start exploring as well. When her hand reaches his pants and she cups his package, they both inhale sharply. Fuck, he's big, she thinks and when he grins at her, she knows he knows what she's thinking.

"Wanna change your mind?" he asks her huskily.

"Hell no," she groans before slamming her lips over his again.

She wants him even more now, knowing that he is literally going to stretch her limits.

The elevator ride up to his penthouse on the top floor is much like the limousine ride and they're both getting bolder now. Gene slips his hands up her thighs underneath her tight skirt and she suddenly can't wait to get out of her dress. As soon as they tumble into his penthouse and Gene kicks the door shut, all the breaks are off. His tuxedo and her dress end up on the floor and Gene growls when she's standing in front of him in just her underwear and her heels. He takes a step back to look at her and Olivia smiles at him seductively.

"Off," she tells him, pointing at his dress shirt and boxers, which are the only garments he's wearing anymore.

Gene complies instantly and Olivia blinks when she sees him in all his naked glory for the first time.

"Allow me," he says, stepping close to her and reaching for the clasp of her bra.

Her heart is beating fast and when he fumbles a bit, she groans in frustration. Gene chuckles and kisses her softly, and then the offending clasp comes apart at last. Her bra drops to the floor and then her breasts are pressed up against his bare chest when he kisses her deeply again. Their hands are roaming again and she cups his perfect ass before moving her hands to the front. Meanwhile, Gene has hooked his thumbs inside her panties and is pulling them down a little. There are mere inches between their exposed bodies now but they don't want to rush things. Olivia pushes him away from her a little and he looks at her with smouldering eyes when she kneels down in front of him.

She gazes up at the handsome man and then takes his cock in her hands, pumping him slowly before wrapping her lips around his already moist tip.

"Livia," Gene gasps, putting one hand on her head and the other one on her shoulder.

"I wanna taste you," she tells him and she loves how helpless he suddenly seems.

She works him expertly, making him pant and groan but after a minute, he gently pulls away.

"Not yet," he tells her.

He takes her hands in his and pulls her up, then drops to one knee in front of her.

"My turn."

Olivia shivers at the mere thought of what he's going to do next, and when he pulls her panties all the way down her legs and she feels his hot tongue between her folds, she squeals with delight.

"Oh baby," Gene groans against her flesh before attacking it more vigorously with his tongue, lips and even his teeth.

If he didn't have a death grip on her ass right now, Olivia is certain she'd fall over. It all feels so good, even better than she'd thought when she had first thought of this man's mouth on her body, back at the station. She can't keep quiet and cries out as the pleasure she is experiencing mounts rapidly. Just when she thinks she can't take anymore, Gene suddenly stops and stands up.

"Shit," Olivia mutters and he chuckles.

"All in due time," he whispers in her ear.

His hard cock is now pushing against her abdomen and her body is throbbing, begging for him to be lower; to be inside her and to make her scream. Gene walks her backwards to his King size bed and she lays down willingly when he gently nudges her to do so. He then grabs a condom off his nightstand and she's glad he came prepared because she's pretty sure the condoms she's packing wouldn't have fit.

Gene lays down next to her and caresses her body, from her shoulder to her breasts, where he lingers for a minute, and then down to her abdomen, until his fingers find her clit.

"Gene," Olivia whispers and her hands find his cock again.

He feels different with a condom on, but she's so incredibly wet by now that it won't make a difference for her at all. She just wants him inside her.

"Do you want me, baby?" he asks her and she admits it readily.

"Yes."

"You're so beautiful. I'm not sure I'm going to last long."

"We have all night," she assures him and she sighs contently when he finally rolls on top of her, finding his place between her legs easily.

He rubs her a few more times, with his fingers as well as his condom-clad tip but she assures him she's more than ready. Gene dips down to kiss her breasts one by one and to lick her hardened nipples until she feels like she's gushing.

And then he suddenly pushes into her and the burning sensation as he pushes in all the way quickly is amazing.

"Yes!" she exclaims, pushing her hips up to meet him.

"Oh yes," Gene responds, his eyes closed and his mouth now hanging open, as he stills completely.

"Oh, so tight. So good," he mumbles.

He pulls back slightly and then pushes into her again and they both groan in unison. Olivia feels like he's setting her entire body on fire, but especially her throbbing center. She's never been stretched like this before and she knows she'll be ready to blow in no time.

She whispers words of encouragement to make Gene continue, willing him to start finding a rhythm and to fuck her into oblivion with that amazing cock of his. He whispers back, telling her how good she feels and how beautiful she is and they gradually find a rhythm together.

Olivia doesn't usually lose control but this time, she gives the man all the controls. She surrenders to the feeling of his hard body on top of her and his hard cock inside her, making her tingle all over, and she spreads her legs as wide as she possibly can. Their cries of passion and pleasure become louder as they speed up and Olivia's fingernails are digging into Gene's back by the time she's ready to blow. Gene is sucking on her neck and she knows he's leaving a mark but she doesn't care. Nothing matters anymore as long as he's fucking her. Her voice is hoarse from crying out by the time she feels herself going over the edge. She tries to warn Gene but then he's right there with her, growing even larger inside her when an explosion of pleasure makes her body shake.

She lets out a string of cries and curse words as her body starts milking Gene for all it's worth and he spills his seed, wave after wave, deep inside her. They're shaking together, and when Gene wraps his arms around her shoulders and flips them over, Olivia revels in the feeling of still being intimately connected with him.

"That … was … amazing," she pants and Gene rubs her back gently.

"Absolutely," he agrees. "Best … first time … ever."

Olivia chuckles and rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly returning to normal. Best first time ever. For a guy who gets around like she thinks Gene does, that's a pretty good compliment. She hasn't had as many bed partners as some people think but she has to admit that this must be her best first time too so far. And most definitely her best one-night stand so far.

When she feels him soften inside her, she lets herself slip off of him so he can get rid of the condom. Gene hops out of bed and takes care of it, then joins her again and pulls the sheet over their cooling bodies. When he holds out his arm she snuggles against him and when he kisses her temple, she looks up at him.

"Are you always this sweet?" she asks him.

"What do you mean?"

"For a man who is only after casual sex, you're pretty cuddly," she clarifies.

"Maybe I'm after casual sex but that doesn't mean I don't care about people," Gene tells her. "Besides, I need some TLC just like everyone else. I'm not the type to stick around but that doesn't mean I don't needs closeness from time to time. Or that you're just an object to me."

He emphasizes his words by kissing her softly and Olivia moans, turning into him to prolong the kiss. He really is a good guy, not the stereotype white rich brat at all. She feels her body already starting to respond to his and when she deepens the kiss, he pulls her on top of him again. She pushes herself up on her arms and looks down at him, wiggling her hips so her wet center rubs off a little on his abdomen. Gene reaches up to cup her breasts and starts massaging them slowly, licking his lips while letting his eyes take her body in once more.

She feels beautiful tonight and maybe that's what she was after all along. As they get ready for round two, she relaxes and kisses the man underneath her deeply again. Gene's right. Just because they don't have feelings for each other, that doesn't mean they can't enjoy the closeness on top of the amazing orgasms.

They end up spending the entire night together and Olivia feels blissfully relaxed when she arrives at work the next morning. They work to find the lowest of the low in society, people who use sex as a weapon to dominate others. This night has been an amazing reminder, to quote her own partner, that sex should be one of the best experiences in life, not one of the worst. Her night with Gene Butler most definitely was one of the best.

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END (?) - update: I guess not!

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