Amanda let the stick of her cherry-flavored lollipop rest in between her glossed lips as she filled out the case file for a teenage boy's rape in upper Manhattan.
"Man, I can't believe that dick cut me off like that yesterday. I was almost late to Zara's birthday party because of that friggin' asshole," Nick rambled, shaking his head.
"Mhmm," Amanda replied absentmindedly as she doodled in the corner of her paper.
She swirled her tongue around the tip of the lollipop until she noticed Nick's eyes locked on her lips.
"See something you like?" she whispered, making Nick's cheeks blush redder than her lollipop.
"Sorry," he muttered, dropping his eyes back to his paper.
Amanda chuckled and pulled the lollipop from between her lips, purposefully making a loud suctioning sound.
"Fuck you," Nick mumbled under his breath, avoiding eye contact.
"Aw honey, I bet you'd love to," Amanda drawled, biting her lip.
Nick slammed his pencil onto his desk. "Alright, fine." He stood up abruptly and grabbed Amanda's hand, dragging her into the break room, drawing confused glances from Fin and Olivia.
"Are you fucking serious, Amanda? Are you insane? We can't be doing that here," Nick spoke, out of breath and eyes wide.
Amanda dragged the lollipop back and forth across her lips, cocked her head to the side, and looked up at him innocently. "Doing what?"
Nick rolled his eyes. "God dammit, Rollins."
Amanda gave the lollipop a solid lick. "Are you mad, Nick?" she whispered, letting her sultry eyes rake over his body.
Nick grabbed her forcefully. "Come here," he growled. He captured Amanda's bottom lip between his teeth. "Cherry," he chuckled.
Amanda whimpered as he pinned her against the wall. "I knew it was your favorite," she whispered, tugging at his soft locks between her fingers."
"You're my favorite," me mumbled, letting his lips wander past the third button on her blouse.
"I bet," she snickered back, tugging at his tie.
"Hey, we can't do this here," he whispered, gently kissing the corner of her mouth.
She brushed her thumb over his lips. "Let's get outta here then."
His heart began to pound. "Alright… What are we waiting for?"
The two straightened up and strode calmly into the bullpen, ignoring Fin and Olivia's questioning glances.
"Cap, I'm heading out. Frannie's been restless lately," Amanda waved to Cragen.
"I'm hittin' the road too; Maria's droppin' Zara off early tomorrow," Nick lied.
Cragen waved to the two. "Have a good night, both of you."
They both chuckled as they heard Cragen's next question.
"What the hell smells like cherries?"