A/N: Thanks to Ryan, once again for perfecting this story. No real set time (season). Enjoy! Leave me some love :)
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The tapping of Olivia's pen hitting her laptop echoed in her office.
Her leg bounced up and down hyper-actively, as if she were trying to distract herself, well...well, yeah she was.
She was trying- and failing, really- to push down this- this overwhelming frustration that had been building up inside of her over the past month.
It had grown from a small, wanting feeling thrumming through her veins to a strong, burning need. It felt like a feral animal trapped in a cage, pacing in circles and waiting not-so-patiently to be released.
Olivia tossed her pen onto the desk, sighing deep and loud in defeat.
It was midnight, and everyone had long ago left to their respective homes, sans a certain Detective.
Leaning back into the soft leather of her chair, Olivia slowly pulled off her glasses, placing them neatly on her desk. Her dark, lust-filled eyes staring at that certain Detective.
That certain Detective didn't notice, too focused on her work to notice Olivia watching her like a wolf sizing up its prey.
Prey.
Yes, Olivia was indeed hungry. Starvingan.
It was a feeling she had tried to suppress, to push away into the back of her mind, burying herself into her work as a way to escape her thoughts, and of course, her hunger.
She sat quietly, finding herself unable to remove her eyes from the younger woman. She didn't want to.
Amanda's hair was no longer up in a bun, and her blazer was removed, now draped across the back of her chair. She was busily typing on her keyboard, her bright blue eyes switching between the paperwork next to said keyboard and the laptop screen. Olivia couldn't help but lick her lips. The analogy hadn't been wrong; she truly was a wolf sizing up its prey.
Their relationship was far from perfect.
It was untraditional, the type that 'normal' people would frown upon. But it worked for them.
Most would call it Friends With Benefits, but they were far from being friends. Their relationship- with whatever name you could try and apply to it- and an agreement was nothing more than release.
A fuck.
It was nothing more than a raw, rough fuck.
Nothing mattered other than a tongue dragging across a throbbing clit, and the pair of skilled fingers curving deep inside of them. It was just fucking, and Olivia needed it, now.
Olivia pushed herself to stand before discarding her blazer, not bothering to do more than just toss it into her chair and loosening the top button of her shirt. Olivia walked, almost painfully slowly around her desk, her eyes never once leaving Amanda. She passed through her open office door, shoulders pulling back instinctually.
The clicking of Olivia's heels against the floor brought Amanda back to reality, the blonde finally remembering she wasn't alone.
"Ah, Lieutenant? What are you still doing here?" She asked, her eyes flickering between her laptop screen and Olivia.
"Same as you." The response was a bit short, but Amanda didn't seem to notice. That or she just decided to not say anything about it.
Amanda looked up briefly and nodded, "Well I'll be leaving pretty soon, so don't worry about me bein' in your hair."
Olivia paused, deliberately giving Amanda a once-over.
"Stick around; you might like what happens." Amanda squinted, but Olivia didn't give her time to ask what that meant. "Follow me."
Olivia turned a little bit, motioning Amanda to follow her.
Amanda frowned slightly, confused, but nevertheless, she nodded, standing from her seat and trailing behind Olivia, wondering what was going on.
Olivia lead her into an empty, dimly lit interrogation room.
Amanda stopped behind her, up until Olivia looked at her, wordlessly motioning her in. Amanda paused for a moment, confusion growing by the second, but then mentally shrugged, walking past Olivia into the room.
Amanda jumped, startled at the sudden loud 'slam!' of the door, freezing in place, realization hitting her like a brick. Oh.
The tension in the room thickened, and Amanda felt her breath coming faster in anticipation.
Her heart was practically beating out of her chest by the time she felt Olivia's arms wrapping around her small frame.
Heat surged up Amanda's spine, a wave of arousal washing over her. Chills ran beneath Amanda's skin when she felt Olivia bury her nose into her neck, inhaling her scent like she was starved.
"Christ, you smell so good" Olivia murmured against Amanda's pale skin.
A smirk spread across the older woman's lips when she felt the blonde tremble against her. Slowly, teasingly, Olivia wrapped her fingers around Amanda's wrists, pulling the blonde's hands behind her, pressing them into her lower back.
A soft moan left Amanda, against her own will, when she felt the cool metal of handcuffs wrapping around, and then tightening, on her wrists. "'Liv..." She whimpered, head falling forward the slightest bit.
"Did I say you could speak?" Olivia husked, unable to hide her cocky smirk.
Olivia guided Amanda against the metal table, the younger woman's lower back meeting the cool metal behind her, her hands settling onto the table. "You will obey my orders, and you will obey them happily."
Amanda nodded readily, her icy blue eyes locking with Olivia's own lust-filled brown ones. "Okay."
Olivia frowned, clicking her tongue. "No, now you know the correct way to answer me. You wouldn't want me to punish you, would you? I seem to recall that the last time you disobeyed me, you weren't able to sit properly for a week." Amanda shuddered at the memory, and Olivia grinned smugly. "Now, you will obey me, right, kitten?"
"Yes, Domina."
Olivia's fingers slowly undid the buttons on Amanda's top, taking her time on each button as if they were fragile, "'Yes Domina' what?" She asked, as she undid the last button and slowly pushed the fabric off of Amanda's shoulders.
Amanda's felt goosebumps rise on her skin, and she took in a deep breath to steady herself, "Yes, Domina, I will obey your orders."
"Very good, kitten." Olivia murmured against Amanda's lips, capturing them with her own. Her tongue slid into the blonde's mouth, quickly and easily dominating it as she moaned at the sweet taste of coffee mixed with a subtle hint of cigarettes.
Olivia's hands fell to the cool skin of Amanda's stomach, her fingernails lazily dragging up and down the blonde's toned stomach.
Breaking the kiss, her hands slid up Amanda's body, attending to Amanda's light purple bra that contrasted beautifully to her pale skin.
Amanda's breathing was ragged, and when Olivia pushed up her bra, her head fell back, the blonde biting her lip with a muffled moan.
When the tips of Olivia's fingers lightly traced lines over the skin of her breasts, finding their way to her nipples. Her knees weakened as Olivia's tongue claimed the side of her neck, the older woman gently nipping and sucking at the juncture between her neck and shoulder, her weak spot, and then Olivia started to massage her breasts, the brunette leaving her thumb and index finger free to play with her nipples.
Olivia pulled at her nipple, allowing it to slip through her fingers, repeating the motion, each one harder than the last. Olivia grinned at the way Amanda's breath was hitching in her throat and speeding up. She wanted more.
Olivia dropped to her knees and quickly removed the blonde's boots before her hands focused on Amanda's belt buckle. Slowing herself, she unzipped and undid Amanda's pants, slipping them, along with the younger woman's panties, off of her. Olivia slowly stood again, her fingernails dragging against Amanda's skin, feeling Amanda's legs quiver at her touch.
"You're shaking," Olivia observed with a grin, "Do I make you nervous, kitten?" Olivia teased, her lips coming near Amanda's lips.
"You may speak, kitten."
"No…" Amanda panted, "No, D-Domina." Amanda forced out, her breath shaky.
A low moan escaped Amanda's lips as her lover's fingers teased over the wetness between her folds.
"You're so wet." Olivia purred against Amanda's neck, placing a kiss on the mark she had left there earlier. The hickey was dark, blue and purple, like a marking of territory. She belonged to Olivia.
Heh, maybe Olivia shouldn't think like that. They weren't exclusive, after all.
The older woman once again dropped to her knees, her brown eyes gazing up at Amanda with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, locking eyes with the blonde.
Amanda's eyes were filled with need, the younger woman silently pleading for Olivia to take her.
To devour her.
Slowly, Olivia closed her eyes, inhaling the musky scent of Amanda's dripping core. It sent a jolt of heat between Olivia's thighs.
Her hands ran up and down Amanda's inner thighs, she was shivering and forcing herself not to try and close her thighs as Olivia teased her heated center. "You smell so good, kitten."
"Thank you, Domina." Amanda's response was nearly a whisper.
The tip of Olivia's tongue traced the blonde's smooth, wet folds, and she smiled, feeling Amanda's knees buckle, knowing that the woman was only able to hold herself up because of the handcuffs.
Her tongue curled around Amanda's throbbing clit, hearing Amanda's moans growing louder, and more frequent as moments passed.
Olivia's tongue dragged up Amanda's clit, swirling around it before taking it back into her mouth, sucking on the blonde's sweetness. She hummed against the younger woman's clit, her sweet juice dripping down Olivia's chin as she slipped two fingers inside Amanda's more than ready slit, the woman's moans and whimpers echoing in the room.
"Fuuu-ccck!" Amanda groaned, forcing herself back into the table so she didn't arch her hips, knowing Olivia didn't like that.
Olivia's fingers expertly curved up, pressing against Amanda's g-spot and working it, crooking her fingers and moving them in a 'come here' motion, while her tongue continued to work Amanda's throbbing clit.
Grinning, Olivia hummed against Amanda's heated sex, her tongue now dragging up and down in slow motions as her fingers pace quickened. "You taste so good, kitten."
Amanda quivered at the way Olivia's tongue swirled around her clit, brushing the sensitive bundle. Amanda whined, her legs losing nearly all strength as the blonde lowered herself, pressing herself against Olivia's tongue, shivering when she felt the brunette's free hand against her ass, silently instructing her to grind herself against the older woman's tongue.
Readily obeying the command, Amanda rocked her hips, rubbing her clit against Olivia's hot tongue, her head falling back at the sensation, the pleasure her Domina allowed her have, "Thank you, Domina" Amanda moaned out loud.
Amanda could feel Olivia moan against her center, and that sound caused vibrations that had sent a jolt through her body.
"Don't stop," She whimpered as Olivia's movements sped up, "Please don't stop" Amanda felt herself so close to the breaking point, pure, liquid heat pooling low in her belly.
The simultaneous movement of Olivia's tongue and fingers against her was bringing her so damn close to that point of no return, and when Olivia added another finger, sucking insistently at Amanda's clit.
"I can feel you, kitten...you're ready," Olivia husked, her eyes lifting to look at Amanda, suddenly struck by how beautiful Amanda looked like this, strung out and nearly there, "Come for me kitten."
Olivia tongue again claimed the blonde's sensitive clit, sucking at it as her fingers sped up, moving at just the pace she knew would have Amanda losing it, the younger woman tightening around her fingers.
Amanda finally let's go, crying out Olivia's name as she trembled against Olivia's tongue, her juices dripping down the older woman's chin.
But then, just as Amanda thought it was over- she really should've known better-, Olivia was moving inside of her again, and her arousal came again as quickly as it had faded, near unbearable pleasure shooting up her spine, and she instinctively tensed in anticipation of another earth-shattering release. "Fuck, ugh, 'Liv- Domina"
"I'm gonna cum" The blonde was now meeting Olivia thrust for thrust, feeling as if she was going to die if she didn't cum. But it only took Olivia three more sharp thrusts with her fingers before Amanda was convulsing again, orgasm even stronger than the previous one.
Amanda looked down to Olivia weakly, just in time to see Olivia grinning lewdly, taking her fingers into her mouth and licking off Amanda's juices. "Mm, kitten." Olivia moaned softly, ever-so-slowly pulling her fingers from her lips once more.
Olivia got to her feet, pressing a kiss to Amanda's lips. Amanda moaned softly, tasting herself on Olivia's tongue. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Olivia's, now clear, honey-brown eyes. Olivia reached around her, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss to Amanda's lips, and then a moment later, Amanda was free from the handcuffs.
"You okay?" Olivia asked, leaning back, her fingers tucking a bit of Amanda's hair behind her ear, the affectionate movement entirely instinctual and new and...maybe that was a bad idea.
"More than okay." Amanda responded, wondering why Olivia would tuck her hair behind her ear, seeing how affectionate the movement came off as, but maybe she was reading too much into it. Yeah.
Again, their lips met. Their tongues danced, slow and sensual. no rush about it. That was more like it, more...more normal.
It was over before it had even started, and they pulled away. After a moment, Olivia took Amanda's hand, bringing it up against her lips, kissing the inside of her wrist gently.
"Until next time, kitten."