Hey there, after seeing a severe lack of Rollaro on here, I've decided to start writing my own, these two are too good to not be shipped, Goddamnit!

This is mainly a fluffy, smutty story with some reference to Amanda's gambling debts, which will be dealt with, just not too in depth, that's not what I really wanted from this story.

Hoping to hit an update a week, maybe more than once a week if I can find the time, I'm just really bust at the moment though, so no promises.

Hope you enjoy it, leave me a review if you did, let me know what you wanna see, or if you wanna see more, maybe what happens next?

1.)

Amanda sat alone, empty bottle in hand; staring blankly ahead.

How had she come this low? She had nothing, not even the apartment she currently occupied would be hers much longer.

Growing up, she was always the sensible, together one, her mother had taken pride in that; but what now? She could barely force herself out of restless slumber each morning, constantly overcome with lethargic, heavy emotion, she felt like nothing. Gambling, as it was now so clear to her, had destroyed everything she'd held near and dear; but why hadn't she been able to see it sooner? Why was Amanda Rollins of the NYPD so fucking slow to get help?

She knew why.

She didn't want it.

'Rollins!' Nick's harsh voice infiltrated the now almost empty apartment.

She couldn't bring herself to answer, what was the use? All anyone ever wanted to do now was tell her what to do, they told her to snap out of it, to just stop her destructive wake. None of them understood! And if Amaro wanted to join that queue, she wasn't going to rise to it, he was at the back of a long line.

'Rollins, open the Goddamned door, or I'll break it down.'

Nick Amaro was the most stubborn asshole she knew, he'd never back down from something, save for his marriage.

She pulled herself to the door, heaving it open.

'What?!' She spat through squinted eyes.

He pushed past her gently and walked steadily into the dimly lit room, upon looking at him closer, he was drenched. It was raining outside?

She hadn't even realised.

'What was with the holdup, Amanda?' He said more gently, taking a step towards her.

Her stomach flipped; he never addressed her by her first name. The closer he came, the stronger she could smell him, he smelled like musky, earthy fire, it was intoxicating.

When she failed to reply, he stepped closer, placing his hand gently on her arm, had he ever been this affectionate towards her?

'Amanda?' He repeated again, almost in a whisper, as if she were fragile enough to shatter.

It was all it took for her to collapse into his arms, tightly bunching her small hands into his shirt, clinging for dear life. With no hesitation he reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her gently, bringing her into him, cradling her tiny frame. No one had ever seen her this fragile, so childlike. She was Amanda Rollins, a top NY Detective, saving lives and putting bad guys away. So why couldn't she help herself?

'Woah, what's wrong, talk to me-'

She didn't look up,

'Amanda, look at me. Tell me what's up, please.'

'I fucked up, Nick.' She sniffled, tears gently cascading her cheek.

'How so, Mi mariposa?' He instantly replied, wiping away the cheek-dew

'You know I can't speak Spanish, what was that?'

'Nothing, Rollins. Now tell me, what's wrong?'

She sighed, 'I have nothing, Amaro, look around you? These boxes? I'm not moving into a new apartment, I'm homeless come the 30th.'

He didn't ask any questions, despite the many, many he had swirling in his head, the lies about the new apartment? The weekend trips and the early clock-out times? Goddamnit why hadn't he seen through it all! He didn't need to ask though, she didn't need any more badgering, he saw the way the guys in the precinct constantly inquired into her life, she needed a friend now, not a mentor nor a lecturer.

His reply came without thought,

'You're gonna be out on the streets? Like hell you are, No, na, you're staying with me, got it?'

'Don't be stupid Amaro, that's the only place you get time to yourself, I can't-'

He gently backed her up against the wall and leaned low to whisper into her ear,

'I'd rather spend my alone time with you.'

Amanda visibly gulped, Goddamnit he was smooth. She felt him smile on her neck, and she was his.

She wasn't sure if it was evident to him, but the electricity between them these past few months had been, intense, to say the least.

'One condition, Rollins.' His voice was authoritative now.

'Mmm?' She whispered breathlessly, still in the crook of his neck.

'Whenever you get an urge, you let me know, alright?' The double sided-coin that was his request hung thick in the air, but he sliced through it before it got too heavy.

'Lets get outta here, alright? Nothing good is gonna come of tonight, as long as you stay here alone.'

She could only nod.

Amanda Rollins awoke, hair in a mess, in an oversized shirt and sleep shorts, wrapped up in Nick Amaro's sheets. Light streamed through the slightly parted curtains, illuminating her skin.

'Good morning, dormilón.' She jerked her head away from the window and faced the direction of the voice.

'You know I hate it when people say thing about me that I can't understand.' She grinned cheekily.

'Of course. That's exactly why I do it. There's breakfast on the table, by the way, but none of that donut crap you bring in every morning, real food, food that an active detective should eat.' Nick winked.

'Fuck you, Amaro.' Her smile was wide now, and they were very nearly on the edge of a laughing fit.

'Gladly.' He joked, before running to the bed and mounting her legs, laughing as she leaned back down and pretended to admire him.

He threw his shirt off and proceeded to flex and contort his body into hilarious positions on top of her, and before long they were both surrounded by a haze of laughter.

'You monster!' She mocked, beating his chest playfully, before he grabbed her wrists and flipped them over, so that she was now straddling him.

'So,' He smiled, 'You got your show, now where's mine?' He mimicked her leaning back motion, placing his hands behind his head, appearing completely relaxed.

'Oh, you want a show, huh?' And with that she threw the shirt over her head, making sure to stretch her arms far above her head as she did so, he wanted to be a tease? Well so could she.

Amanda proceeded to lean back, placing her hands on his calves, leaning back, but not failing to wiggle slightly in his lap, feigning discomfort. Just as she thought she had him, that the game was hers, he burst out laughing, and she couldn't help herself either, collapsing forward onto him, in fits.

'How did you sleep on the couch, asshole?' She giggled against him

'Well, based on your hair, I'd say a lot better than you did in here.'

'You bastard!' She shouted before hitting him on the shoulder.

'Ouch! Vicious!' He cried out, pretending to be mortally wounded.

She'd never seen this side to nick before, the fun, extremely flirty side which was now being revealed. It turned her on. On the front line, he wore a stony mask, and rarely let his emotions seep from within himself onto others; but here he freely sexualised the things they were doing and openly engaged in flirtatious banter with her.

'Oh, by the way' He interrupted her reverie, 'You got about fifteen minutes before 'Liv wants us in, good luck, Rollins.' He smiled again, before rolling out from underneath her onto the floor, and buttoning his shirt up, and tucking it back into his dress pants.

'Asshole.' She gleefully muttered again.

'I know!' He shouted back.

She stood up and immediately her legs went to jelly, Jesus Christ she was horny.

Today was going to be a long day.

Cliffhangers, they're sorta a thing of mine, I overuse the shit outta them! I'll try not to though.