Something I worked on with my friend B, she wrote this with me and I'm very proud of it. Let me know what you think.
Cereal
Olivia adjusted the study guides under her arm and knocked gently on the door in front of her. Sergeant's exams were in a week and the closer the date got, the more nervous she felt for her detective. As far as she knew, Amanda hadn't been studying hard enough. So here she was, study guides in-hand. She only hoped she wasn't interrupting anything. The door swung open a few moments later, revealing a very relaxed Amanda Rollins; hair up in a messy bun, already dressed for bed in a well-worn Falcons t-shirt and sweatpants, and a large bowl of cereal in hand.
Amanda's eyes widened when it registered who was at her doorstep, her tone surprised as she greeted her boss. "Lieutenant?" She took a step back, opening the door wider to allow the older woman in. "What're you doin' here?"
Olivia moved past the younger woman, holding up the study material, "You need to be prepared." She ignored Amanda's eyeroll, instead removing her jacket and purse. Eyeing the bowl of cereal, she let out a dry chuckle, "Cereal? For dinner?"
"It's the only thing I know how to cook," Amanda deadpanned.
"You don't cook cereal."
"Exactly."
Rolling her eyes, Olivia made her way into the living room, glancing over her shoulder at Amanda as she laid out her guides on the coffee table. "Where's the stuff you've been using to study?"
"In the other room. Hang on, let me refill," Amanda smirked, holding up her nearly empty bowl, ignoring the amused impatience radiating from the Lieutenant. "You sure I can't get you some?" she teased, waving the box around and wiggling her brows enticingly. "Whipped up fresh?"
"Tempting," Olivia sassed. "But I had a real dinner."
"Suit yourself, Benson." Amanda shrugged.
She refilled her bowl and soon, both women were buried deep in the rules, regulations and codes of being an NYPD Sergeant. Olivia noticed Amanda get frustrated a few times, but she didn't relent. She asked her every question she could find in the material.
Finally, Amanda jumped up, unable to withstand the boring study session. "I'm going to take a break. This is going to fry my brain. I'll be right back."
"Ten minutes, Amanda, then it's back to work." Olivia called, eyes following the figure of the younger woman as she padded her way down the hall. The brunette sighed and ran a hand through dark waves. She checked her watch, seeing that it'd been a few hours since she'd eaten. Turning to face the kitchen, she noticed the box left on the counter from earlier. Maybe cereal didn't sound so bad after all…
Amanda quietly made her way back into the living room, expecting to find the Lieutenant on the couch where she'd left her. The sound of cabinet doors closing suggested otherwise, though, and she leaned against the wall, smirk plastered on her face as she watched Olivia try to navigate her kitchen.
Olivia felt she was being watched and spared the detective a glance over her shoulder. "Where do you keep your bowls?"
"Well, well, well…" Amanda cocked her head. "That real dinner not cuttin' it anymore?"
"That was hours ago…" Olivia reasoned.
Amused, Amanda shook her head, pointing over Olivia's shoulder with a small smile. "Next to the sink. Second shelf, above the cups."
Olivia complied, turning around and grabbing a bowl. Amanda leaned against the counter across from Olivia, and before she realized what she was doing, her eyes had drifted south. Blue orbs zoning in on the tanned patch of skin exposed by the reach. They slid lower to her jean clad backside. She tore her eyes away the second before Olivia turned around.
"Amanda?" She heard, and her eyes relocated to the older woman's dark ones.
"Sorry, what?"
Olivia smirked, an amused gleam in her eye. "I asked if you could hand me the cereal."
"Right. Sorry!" Amanda jumped, grabbing the box and handing it over, cursing herself for getting caught in her distraction.
"You ready to dive back in?" Olivia asked, making her way back into the living room and settling on the couch with her snack.
Amanda heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes good-naturedly as she plopped beside the older woman. "I guess." She watched as Olivia scanned the guides, trying to find where they left off. "I'm not keepin' you from Noah, am I?"
Olivia glanced at her watch. "No, it's fine. He's asleep by now." She scooped another spoonful of cereal and looked up at the other woman, giving her an innocent smirk around the spoon. After chewing and swallowing, she nodded towards the part where they left off in the book. "Shall we?"
"Sure, but I don't know how much of this I can handle in one night, Lieutenant."
Olivia nodded once, "Which is why we're continuing tomorrow night. At my place. And I'm making real food." She ignored the raised eyebrows on the younger woman and reached for the study guide.
"Well then," Amanda said, reaching to take the bowl from Olivia's hand, "You don't need this fake stuff." Olivia stretched her arm away from the other woman, which caused Amanda to lean across her.
"Hey," Olivia groused, "I'm not done yet." Amanda couldn't find a good retort because the reality of their current position washed over her. Her hand flew to Olivia's waist and she hurriedly pushed herself up.
Amanda cleared her throat, letting out a nervous laugh as she retreated to her side of the couch. Triumphantly, Olivia smirked, lifting a heaping spoonful of the cereal into her mouth.
"So, uh," Amanda stammered. "Let's get started."
As they worked, Olivia finished her cereal and devoted her attention to helping Amanda memorize everything she needed to know. To her surprise, the younger woman was more focused this time, and they made it through most of the material.
By the time they were physically done, both women were almost half asleep. Olivia lazily checked her watch again, seeing that it was nearing midnight, and she groaned. "I didn't realize we'd been working this long."
"Your fault, Lieutenant," Amanda griped as she stretched her tired limbs.
Olivia hummed in response, drooping eyes lingering on the younger woman's movements.
Amanda fumbled with her messy bun and yawned. "Please tell me we don't have to continue right now." She stood up and gathered both hers and Olivia's bowls, depositing them into the sink.
"No, no, we can call it a night."
Olivia rose to her feet, stifling a yawn as she gathered her things. "I'm going to leave this stuff here. In case you want to go over it again in the morning. Just bring it all to my place tomorrow." Amanda furrowed her brows and the older woman reminded her, "You're coming over so we can study some more."
Amanda let out an "ah" and walked Olivia to the door. She paused before speaking, "Why are you helping me so much?"
Olivia, momentarily stunned by the question, scratched her brow with a knuckle, "Well.. I don't think anyone else is as competent as you are, Fin doesn't want to move up, and honestly, I trust you the most with this position."
Amanda opened the door and leaned against it, "Really?" She asked skeptically, a blonde eyebrow arched.
"Yes." Olivia smirked, swatting the younger woman's arm lightly. "I'm going to head home, okay? Goodnight." She smiled softly and turned to walk out of the apartment.
Olivia was almost all the way out the door before Amanda, struggling with herself, summoned the courage to reach for the Lieutenant's hand. "Liv, wait," she said.
Vaguely surprised by the contact, Olivia arched a questioning eyebrow at her detective. She watched a pink blush settle on Amanda's cheeks as the younger woman seemed to remember herself and moved to pull her hand away. Before she could though, Olivia gave it a light squeeze and her lips quirked in a small smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, Amanda."
…
Juggling the items in her hands, Amanda struggled to knock on Olivia's apartment door the following night. She leaned toward the door, straining to hear movement on the other side and wondered if the knock was loud enough. Just as she raised her hand to knock again, the door swung open and a wall of herbs and spices invaded her nostrils. She took a long second to absorb the sight of Olivia, clad in an oversized sweater and tight black leggings, standing there with a wooden spoon covered in some kind of sauce. Her glasses were perched delicately on her nose, and it made her look irresistibly beautiful.
"You're early!" Olivia smiled as she widened the entry way. "Dinner's just about ready. Come help me."
"It smells amazing.. Whatever it is," Amanda smirked as she followed the older woman inside.
"Real food," Olivia teased. She made her way toward the kitchen as Amanda dropped her things in the living room and settled in a stool at the island. "What the hell is that?" she asked, eyeing the box of cereal Amanda had set in the lounge chair.
Amanda followed her gaze to the living room before meeting the Lieutenant's eyes and shrugging innocently. "A back up plan." She stifled a grin when Olivia glared at her.
"You think you're so funny." Olivia bites, shaking her head. "Come here."
Amanda rolled her eyes but complied, moving to stand beside the older woman. Her eyebrows flew up at the brunette's next words.
"Open your mouth," Olivia smirked, holding up the spoon. The younger woman did as she was told, and was utterly shocked when she tasted the sauce. "What's that about your little back up plan?"
Amanda played coy, pressing a hand to her chest. "Did I say back up plan? I meant delicious breakfast for Noah." She looked in another pot, seeing steamed vegetables and rice, already all mixed together. Olivia swatted her hand away when she grabbed at a piece of broccoli.
"Hands off until dinner." Olivia reprimanded. She pointed towards a cabinet, "Can you please take down two plates and two wine glasses?"
Amanda nodded, then paused. "Two? Where's Noah?"
Olivia looked over her shoulder and arched an eyebrow. "Okay. Three wine glasses." The older woman laughed at Amanda's glare and clarified, "He was put to bed shortly before you got here. It's just us tonight." She smiled, turning back toward the food. After the younger woman finished retrieving the dishes, she turned to see Olivia bent over, pulling a tray of chicken out of the oven.
Once again, she was distracted by the sight in front of her. The thin material of the leggings stretched over the brunettes curvaceous body, creating the perfect outline of what seemed to be.. White lace?
"You seem to get awfully distracted in kitchens, detective." She heard before she had time to relocate her eyes.
She avoided eye contact at all costs. Instead, she gathered the two plates and glasses and walked around the island, setting them side by side. "Forks?" She asked as she tucked her fingers in her back pocket.
Olivia pulled the drawer next to her open and retrieved two forks and two knives. "It's just about done. I'm going to let them cool a bit." She dumped the chicken into the pot with rice and veggies, then drizzled the sauce over all of it. "I'm only adding a little bit of teriyaki sauce so if you want to add more, you can." She informed.
Moments later, dinner was plated and Olivia finished pouring two generous glasses of wine before taking the seat next to Amanda. "Dig in, Sergeant," she teased.
"Liv," Amanda chuckled dryly. "I haven't even taken the test yet."
"Call it Lieutenant's intuition." Olivia nudged the younger woman gently with her elbow. "I'm usually right about these things."
"We'll see…" Amanda shoveled a bit of food in her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning lightly at the explosion of flavor. "This is really good, Liv," she said around a mouthful of food.
"Don't act so surprised," Olivia arched an eyebrow, taking a bite herself. She shifted on the stool, turning toward Amanda and crossing her legs. Her new position caused her knee to press into the side of Amanda's thigh and the younger woman glanced down briefly, feeling a tingle at the unexpected, but innocent, contact. "So, how do you feel?"
Amanda brought her glass of wine to her lips, humming around the rim in confusion.
"About the test," Olivia clarified, taking another bite. "How do you feel about it?"
"Oh, uh...good, I guess," Amanda shrugged.
The older woman smirked.
"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming," she quipped dryly.
"I've just never tested well."
"Well," Olivia resolved, thinking as she drained her glass, "maybe we'll focus on the harder sections tonight. Manage the time a little better."
Amanda nodded her assent and the two women ate in a comfortable silence for a few moments before the blonde steered the conversation to her Lieutenant's son. She watched the older woman's face light up as she spoke about her little boy.
They kept the conversation light and soon, both plates were empty. Amanda leaned back against the chair and heaved a deep breath, resting her hand on her full stomach. "Thanks, Liv. That was good."
"Glad it beat Cap'n Crunch," Olivia smirked, stacking their plates and taking them to the sink.
"Oh, I didn't say that," Amanda retorted, not missing a beat. She grinned when Olivia shook her head, brown eyes rolling in playful exasperation. The younger woman held up the opened bottle of wine. "I'm gonna have another glass. Want some more?"
"Sure," Olivia nodded. "Might as well just bring the bottle over," she instructed, taking her now full glass and pushing Amanda toward the couch with a hand on the woman's upper back. "Ready?"
Amanda sighed. "Let's get this over with…"
…
Amanda let out a low groan as Olivia continued onto another paragraph. She was past buzzed, and the thought of retaining any more information was mentally and physically exhausting. She set her now-empty wine glass on the coffee table then leaned back against the plush couch cushion. She half listened to what Olivia was saying; something about hypothetical scenarios.
Cautiously, she let her head drift to the side, towards the older woman, until finally, it was resting on a relaxed shoulder. She noticed when Olivia stiffened slightly, but the older woman continued speaking without pause. Eventually, she felt her eyes droop, and she sidled in closer to her boss. She was nearly asleep when there was a soft nudge on her leg.
"Amanda?"
Her eyes fluttered open and she tilted her head up, "Hmm? Sorry." The wine had relaxed her, and she'd be lying if she said she heard the last few paragraphs Olivia had recited.
The older woman looked down at her subordinate who was pressed into her side. "Need a break? We can stand up and walk around for a few minutes. Maybe make some coffee?" Their faces were close, and the whole time the brunette talked, Amanda focused solely on those plump, wine stained lips.
She didn't notice that Olivia had stopped talking, nor did she notice the curiosity in the other woman's eyes. Finally, slowly, she let her gaze connect with Olivia's, and something in her snapped. She leaned up quickly, hand cupping the back of the brunette's head, and pressed their lips together.
Olivia pulled back, mouth slightly agape as her eyes darted back and forth between Amanda's. The younger woman's mouth opened and closed in a futile attempt to explain her actions. "I… I-"
Olivia's eyes darkened and her cheeks flushed with a rosy tint. She cupped the blonde's cheeks firmly in her hands, roughly attaching her mouth to Amanda's once again. It was the other woman's turn to be shocked, but it didn't last long. She let Olivia take over, parting her lips to accommodate the intrusion of the older woman's tongue.
When their tongues connected, Olivia let out a low hum, pulling the younger woman closer. Amanda nudged the files and study materials off of Olivia's lap, ignoring them as they scattered on the floor. She pushed the other woman back onto the couch and moved to straddle her thighs, catching the brunette by surprise as she intensified the kiss. Amanda pulled away, panting. Her eyes trailed from Olivia's parted lips, to the soft skin of her neck, to her slightly exposed collar bones. A shaky hand deftly traveled from the older woman's shoulder, to the side of her head, fingers threading into silky brown hair. She tugged firmly, pulling Olivia's head back, then leaned in, mouth latching onto the other woman's pulse point.
Olivia expelled a strangled breath, a small whimper escaping her lips. Her neck arched farther back, giving her colleague more room to work.
"God." She rasped, pleasure rippling through her body at the feeling of Amanda's teeth and tongue working deliciously against her skin. Olivia's nails scraped up the stiff material of Amanda's jeans until her hands cupped the other woman's ass and squeezed, bringing their bodies closer and garnering a satisfied moan from the blonde still attached to her neck.
Amanda went into overdrive, not thinking as she tugged the collar of Olivia's sweater roughly to the side, along with the thin black bra strap. Her lips migrated downwards, tongue blazing a hot path from neck to sternum. She growled, desperate to feel more skin, so she hastily pushed the soft material up, hands immediately flying to the flushed, heated skin of Olivia's waist. The moans and heavy pants coming from the older woman urged her on, more confident as her hands slid up to cup full, lace clad breasts.
She wasn't gentile as she did it, making her intentions clear and letting out a deep, guttural moan when Olivia took the action one step further. To her amazement, the older woman covered a wandering hand with her own and pushed it underneath her bra until Amanda was kneading her bare breast.
The hand gripping Amanda's ass trailed up to cup the back of her head, tanned fingers threading through blonde hair and pulling her down for a searing kiss, mouths opening and tongues clashing immediately. The younger woman rocked her hips into Olivia's, needing to be even closer to the other woman.
"Amanda." Olivia tore her lips away on a moan. Amanda sat up, using their brief separation to whip her shirt over her head. Olivia's eyes darkened and she sat up, holding Amanda tightly around her waist. Her lips danced along the edge of the younger woman's bra, eyes turned up seductively as she let her tongue drag slowly up between the blonde's breasts.
The younger woman's head tilted back and her fingers wound around Olivia's hair, keeping her head in place. "Oh," Amanda whimpered, furrowing her brow and biting her lip at the feeling of her boss's mouth on her skin. She couldn't stop her hips from grinding down into Olivia's, nor her nails from scraping up from the older woman's mid-back to her shoulder.
She was incredibly turned on. Lust and arousal creating a heady mixture, pangs shooting up from her toes to her head.
She pushed Olivia back down, fingers slipping underneath the older woman's sweater and twisting around the material connecting her bra cups. With a sharp tug, she snapped the lacy fabric and shoved them off to the sides, drawing a surprised gasp from the older woman.
With one hand secured on Olivia's sweater and the other supporting her weight on the edge of the couch, Amanda slinked down Olivia's body, immediately latching her mouth onto one of the brunette's aroused nipples.
Her eyes focused on her lover's face as her teeth nibbled and tugged. The sounds Olivia made went straight to her core, and she moaned against heated caramel flesh.
"God, Olivia," Amanda breathed, releasing the nipple with a pop. "I wanna taste you," she rasped against the woman's other breast. Gingerly, she reached down, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of the brunette's leggings. She groaned as her slender fingers found the moistened material of the older woman's panties, an obvious sign of her arousal. "You're so wet," she marveled huskily.
Olivia's back arched, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the feeling of Amanda's hand applying much-needed pressure between her legs. She released a breathy moan and pushed her hips into the blonde's touch, her head lolling to the side as she was overcome with desire.
Her eyelids fluttered open and through the fog of arousal, her gaze landed on the wine bottle, emptied during their study session earlier. Her breath hitched, and reluctantly, she lifted a hand to Amanda's forearm to stop her movements.
"Amanda," she panted. "Wait."
The younger woman's thumb unintentionally swiped over Olivia's throbbing clit and the brunette yelped, eyes widening and back shooting off of the couch. "O- ohhh." She moaned, hand clamping down over her mouth. Suddenly, the reality of what was happening crashed over her. Noah was in the other room, they were supposed to be studying. "Amanda, stop," She rasped, pushing the other woman's shoulders lightly.
Eventually, the younger woman pulled away, breathing heavily, hair mussed. "What's wrong?" She gasped, eyes widened innocently. She pulled her hand out from Olivia's leggings and sat back on top of Olivia's thighs.
Olivia tugged her sweater down over her exposed breasts and shook her head slightly, "We can't," She panted, "we can't do this.. Not right now."
"Did I do something wrong?" The younger woman asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"No, nothing.. We just.. It's not the right time for this. You don't need distractions a week before you take an important test." Her eyes searched the blonde's features, hoping she wouldn't react badly. "Do you understand?" Olivia asked softly.
"Yeah." Amanda nodded, closing her eyes and breathing deep to calm her racing heart. "Yes. You're right." She slid off of Olivia, reaching down to grab her discarded shirt and tugged it carelessly over her head. She ran her fingers through tousled blonde strands, chancing a glance at the older woman collecting herself on the other side of the couch.
"Um." She began, unknowing of what to say. "It's late.." She finally stuttered out, "I'm gonna head out. Thank you for dinner."
Olivia tossed her broken bra haphazardly on the back of the couch and stood. Amanda's eyes slid to the other woman's visible, aroused peaks and cleared her throat.
"I don't know if we'll have another night to study, so just keep me posted, okay?" Olivia gave a small smile in attempt to lighten the mood, but it didn't seem to work. She watched Amanda nod and collect her things. Silently, they made their way to the front door. Unable to let them part this way, Olivia reached a hand out, touching the younger woman's arm gently. She let her fingers glide down her arm and land on her hand. Giving a light squeeze, she pulled the blonde in closer.
"Not tonight… doesn't mean… never. You know that, right?" She assured softly, a light purr in her tone.
Amanda gulped and nodded slightly.
"Good." Olivia mused. Leaning in, she gave the detective a lingering kiss on the side of her lips. "Be safe. Text me when you get home." She murmured after pulling away.
After the younger woman was gone, Olivia ran her fingers through her mussed hair. She shook her head and looked around her living room, eyes landing on an object sitting in her lounge chair.
She couldn't stop the goofy smile that crossed her face as she looked at the unopened box of Cap'n Crunch Cereal.
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