Disclaimer: I'm not making money off of this, its just part of my creative process, it all belongs to Dick Wolf and Warren Leigh blah blah blah you know the drill
A/N: So, I still have to get more of this ship out of my system. I don't now what it is about femslash with lady cops and cute animals that inspires me.
I may or may not have paid a little tribute to Rue McLannahan/Blanche Devereux here when writing Amanda's mother. Couldn't help myself. May she rest in peace.
"Benson," Nick Amaro leaned towards his partner's desk and nearly knocked over her coffee. Liv growled and shielded it with her elbow. It was way too early in the morning for anyone to be messing with her coffee. "Cragen wanted me to tell you we've got a lead on a serial rapist. We got tipped off by a couple of witnesses in a case you and Rollins took care of a couple months ago."
Olivia looked up at her partner, half hoping and half dreading, but all ready knowing who he was talking about. "A couple of college girls. Finn knows the one from that strip club where the two of you booked that methhead for murder and sexual assault."
She sipped her coffee and nodded. "I know what you're talking about." It was one of her fonder memories from the year so far. "Where is Rollins, anyway? She'll want to know."
"Finn said she was on her way," Amaro replied. Liv nodded and looked sadly at her now empty coffee mug. No way was one cup going to cut it. She all ready knew it was going to be a long day.
As she strode towards the coffee machine, she smelled a mixture of perfume, cigarettes and whiskey and looked around curiously at the nearly empty precinct. She spotted a middle-aged woman with bleached blonde hair walking towards her, clearly drunk but hiding it well. A big tote bag hanging off her shoulder, she looked like she could have been heading to Sunday brunch at a Baptist Church and had a couple of buds and a coffee mug full of jack to get her warmed up. Olivia had seen her mother do it a million times growing up.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely.
"Why, yes," the woman drawled in a heavy southern accent. "Are you by any chance Detective Olivia Benson?"
Liv grunted an affirmative, and the woman beamed. "My Amanda has told me so much about you. Oh my, does she look up to you. You'd think she has a crush, she way she goes on and on about the great Olivia Benson!"
Olivia smiled inwardly. "Are you Detective Rollins' mother? You look a little bit like her."
"Yes ma'am. Do you know where she is?"
"On her way, last I heard. Do you want some coffee while you wait?"
"Well, aren't you polite for a New Yorker? So many people here are awfully curt. I tell Mandy every time we skype. I say, 'Mandy, you may think you're a big hot shot, swaggering around like some gun totin' cowgirl in the big city, but deep down you'll always be as southern as a magnolia tree, swaying gently in the breeze alongside the Mississippi River!'"
Olivia blinked and briefly wondered why the coffee wasn't stronger. It was just way too early in the morning for this.
"Mama?" Detective Rollins appeared a moment later, looking bewildered, and, Olivia thought, attractively disheveled. She almost dropped the starbucks cup she was holding at the sight of her mother. "What in hell are you doin' here? Do you not see that this is my job? You and Kim just love rollin' into my work causin' trouble and raisin' hell. I move ten states away and I still can't get away from your crazy shit!"
Mrs. Rollins looked unfazed and, if anything, more buzzed than before. "Maybe that's why they call you all Rollins," Olivia quipped lightly. "Since you like to just roll in and cause trouble. Get it? … roll in?"
"Is that any way to talk to your mama, Mandy?" Mrs. Rollins asked. "Especially after you didn't even come see me for the Holidays?"
"I guess I was too busy gettin' robbed and framed for murder by my sister and then shot in the damn shoulder to mark my calendar," Rollins huffed. Her accent was thick and her cheeks were pink.
"Oh, my poor Kimberly," Mrs. Rollins sighed dramatically. "She's in the Lord's hands now."
"I sure wish the Lord had bothered with you," Rollins growled. "Come over here, mama, this way."
She tugged her mother's sleeve and led her towards one of their interview rooms, which they usually used for children. It had couches and some simple toys. Olivia followed, partly out of curiosity and partly because she still had to debrief the younger woman, both figuratively and literally.
When the three of them were alone, Rollins turned to her mother. She didn't seem to notice that Liv was there with them. "I see you're all ready three sheets to the wind."
"You're so judgmental Amanda. Maybe if your sister—
"Don't even go there, mama. Now what do you want? I know you didn't come here all the way from Atlanta to see me for nothin' unless you want somethin' so out with it."
Mrs. Rollins tried to throw her hand on her chest in a dramatic gesture and then fell over one of the chairs. Olivia helped her up as Amanda rolled her eyes. "Do you see the way she talks to her poor mama, Detective Benson?" Mrs. Rollins straightened out and smoothed her blouse. "Mandy, come here and sit on this couch with mama."
Amanda seemed to soften a little bit. She didn't do well without several cups of her morning coffee either. Sighing, she sat on the couch with her mother, keeping a good distance but slackening her rigid shoulders all the same. "Olivia," Mrs. Rollins said. "Come here and sit betwixt us!"
Liv gave Rollins a sly look that made clear she was in for a ribbing later. She did feel bad for Rollins—she knew what it was like to have a drunk for a mother. But she still planned on teasing her. "No thanks, Mrs. Rollins. I think I'll just sit on this chair right here and look pretty."
"Oh, good," Mrs. Rollins replied. "Anywho, Amanda. I just wanted to see you and bring you a treat. I took a red eye here because I know how hard it must be on you amongst all these yankees—but not you, of course, Olivia dear—and seeing as how you won't go find yourself a man all ready because you're still pouting over that Captain Davis or some such nonsense, well you see, one of Kimberly's friends left me a little something for the same reason but it poops if I don't let it outside and I simply don't have time for these things. I'm very busy with my rock garden and my goldfish. And seeing as how you live alone and you barely have any friends I thought it would just be perfect for you!"
Rollins narrowed her eyes. "What are you talkin' about, mama?"
Giggling, Mrs. Rollins jiggled her tote bag and it growled. "That tote bag is growling, Mrs. Rollins," Olivia said.
The bag barked then, shrilly, and Mrs. Rollins said, "Oh, hush up!" and pulled a teeny puppy out of it.
Amanda and Olivia stared. It was a Chihuahua—white with big brown spots on his ears and paws. It was the tiniest little dog Liv had ever seen.
"What the hell is that, mama? A damn rat?" Amanda exclaimed.
"No you silly peckerwood, it's a Chihuahua! A sort of dog, apparently."
"What?" Amanda yelped. "That ain't no damn dog! A dog is a companion that can run in the fields with you and protect your land! Frannie is a dog! That's some yappy thing that Paris Hilton would carry around!"
The puppy began to wag his tail and yap joyfully. He wiggled in Mrs. Rollins' arms, but she seemed to have half forgotten he was there and merely held onto him. "Amanda," Olivia said. "This is New York City. You don't have any land."
"Still!" Rollins said. "Let me get this straight, mama. Some crackhead left this dog on your doorstep. Too belligerent to take care of it, you got plastered and booked a red-eye flight to fly all the way up here just to dump it on me?"
"Well," Mrs. Rollins sniffed. "When you put it like that it's gonna sound bad!"
"Good Lord," Amanda muttered. The puppy sniffed the air and finally managed to wriggle free from Mrs. Rollins. It briefly gazed at Olivia with soulful brown eyes before crawling onto Amanda's lap and wagging its tail furiously.
"Aw, come on Rollins," Liv said. "He's cute. I bet Donut would like him."
Amanda smiled a little at the mention of Olivia's kitten and the two of them exchanged secret glances. "I have to get back to work, mama," she said quietly.
Mrs. Rollins stood up and huffed. "Well fine then, Mandy. I suppose I'll go to my hotel and catch up with you later." She strode to the door and stopped in the frame. "Isn't this the part where you offer to put your poor mama up so she don't have to pay for a hotel?"
"So you can rob me too? Get on outta here, mama."
Mrs. Rollins huffed again and staggered off, leaving Benson and Rollins alone together. The puppy continued to gaze at Amanda adoringly with eyes as soft and gentle as the Senior Detective's. Amanda looked down at it with a small frown. "They get on my last damn nerve," she muttered.
"Cheer up, Rollins," Olivia said, moving from her chair to stand directly in front of the blonde, who was still sitting on the couch. She looked down at her and tugged her ponytail. "Guess who gave us a tip on a serial rapist that's been prowling strip clubs and hotels?"
"Who?"
"Those two crazy stoner girls that helped us a few months ago—Summer and Sophie!"
At that Amanda did seem to perk up a bit. Now both Chihuahua and human gazed up at the brunette admiringly. "You got a date with Cassidy tonight?" Amanda asked.
Liv smirked. "No. He's on duty."
It was Amanda's turn to smirk. "Does that mean I'm on duty?"
Olivia chuckled and brushed a lock of blonde hair away from Amanda's face. "If you're a good girl."
Fin had been against it—adamantly. "I'm going with you," he'd announced. "And if anyone goes within twenty feet of you I'm gonna whoop some ass."
"Fin, you can't go with me of you can't be objective," Amanda had pointed out. It was why she hadn't told him about Olivia and her—or anyone for that matter. He was too good a friend and even though he also harbored protective feelings towards Olivia, she was his partner. If her mother ever found out about them—Rollins felt ill at the thought of it.
This was going to be her last free night for a while and now she was going to have to spend it housebreaking a puppy. Despite being yappy and excitable he was a smart little thing in a strange way and was making progress. She'd taken him outside for a number two after she gave him food and he listened quietly when she showed him where the pee pad was in her half furnished apartment. Now she sat with him on the used mattress Liv had found for her at a flea market and just stared at her. She tried to read a magazine but he was like the dog in Frasier—he wouldn't let up.
"What'd you want me to do, juggle?" she asked him out loud. Frannie sat next to her on her bed, taking a snooze. Mild-mannered and loyal, the bigger mutt barely seemed to notice the Chihuahua, even when he humped her leg for fifteen minutes straight.
She had finally gotten him calmed down late than evening when the buzzer rang and he lost his mind again.. His shrill barks and yips echoed off the walls and he ran around in circles. "Shut up!" Amanda yelled. She wasn't even sure she was allowed to have more than one dog in her apartment complex. "Who's there?" she said into the intercom.
"Benson." Amanda's heart fluttered as she pressed the button to let her lover inside. A moment later she heard a knock at the door that Rollins could barely hear for the barking. "Shut up, Coffee! SHUT UP!" she tried to quiet him as she opened it. Olivia stepped inside. She was wearing jeans and an NYPD sweatshirt with a wriggling lump in the front.
"You named him Coffee?" Olivia smirked. "Donut and Coffee? You're ridiculous, Amanda." The lump in her sweatshirt wriggled again and Donut the kitten's fluffy head poked out of the neck. She meowed loudly, her whiskers squished against Liv's cheek.
"He's just so energetic," the blonde replied. The puppy now ran in circles around Liv's feet, yapping and wagging his tail.
"Well, I told Donut about him and she wanted to come over and play," Liv said, looking heartbreakingly beautiful cheek to cheek with the kitten, both of them gazing at her with big, soulful eyes. Amanda walked over to her and placed a kiss on her full lips.
"Do I get to play too?" she asked quietly.
Olivia and her companion both purred. "Like I said, Georgia Peach, if you're a good girl I'll give you treats. If you're naughty I'm going to spank you."
Amanda felt her face get hot. Either option sounded pretty good to her. Donut spotted the puppy circling her mistress's feet and her pupils grew wide. She wriggled out of Olivia's sweatshirt and leapt to the ground, landing gracefully before she pounced on Coffee's wagging tail. He yelped and ran into the bedroom, with the kitten chasing after him.
"Oh boy," Amanda groaned. "It's a zoo in here. And then there's the critters!"
"Oh, shut up Amanda," Olivia said. It was cute how she pretended to be uninterested. The southerner knew she didn't have much experience with animals and watching her get used to them was a riot. "And kick them out of your bedroom, will you? You're going to have to get one of those little 'occupied' signs they put on the door handles in hotels, only maybe they would understand it better if it had a paw print with naughty garters or something."
"Now who's ridiculous?" Amanda said as she took off her shirt and walked towards the bedroom. Olivia followed. Her apartment was small and they made it there in a few strides, but both of them had casually removed most of their clothing by the time they got to the bed—or rather, mattress. Amanda had managed to refurnish almost everything but had yet to find a real new bed.
"Out," Olivia said to Coffee, Donut and Frannie. Frannie still sat in the same spot, watching Donut and Coffee chase each other like lunatics. She got up right away and left—she was a good dog—but the other two had to be coaxed with treats to finally leave Benson and Rollins alone.
For a brief moment Olivia looked at Amanda standing in front of her naked. "Are you sure you want to go through with this Rollins?" she said quietly.
"It's a bit late for that, Liv, we've only been havin' an affair for months now," Amanda said dryly.
"No, I mean… going undercover."
Rollins shrugged. "I'm sure them two goofballs will look after me. Just don't worry about it and come here."
Olivia, for the once, was the one who obeyed to a sexual command. But their switch didn't last long. She grabbed Amanda by her hair with one hand and used her other to slide her finger down the blonde's back. Rollins shivered involuntarily and Olivia shoved her back onto the bed.
She stood over the younger detective for a moment and Amanda marveled at her glistening, golden skin. She was taut and well muscled in all the right places and curvy and succulent in even better ones. Amanda vibrated with anticipation, knowing her release was going to be drawn out torturously until she was rewarded. Liv slid on top of her and kissed her neck.
"Have you been a good girl, or do I have to punish you?" she purred in Amanda's ear. The blonde whined and tried to touch her, but Olivia put her hands above her head and pinned them there.
"Liv…" Amanda moaned as she began to kiss her in places that made her legs shake. "Olivia, baby, please. I want to make you wet. Let me make you come."
"Only if you behave," Olivia murmured back, putting a finger in the blonde's mouth.
"I'll be good… what do you want me to do?" Amanda moaned as Olivia inserted her other two fingers into her moist folds and began to stroke slowly and methodologically.
"Spread your legs wider," Olivia instructed. Amanda did as she was told, and Olivia shifted so her own wetness hovered just above the younger woman's calf. She lowered herself gently, slightly, and slid up Amanda's pale, slender leg—leaving a trail of her own juices as she went.
Amanda gasped and jerked with need underneath her. "Ohhhhh, oh baby yes," she drawled. She was so close, and just then Liv torturously removed her fingers from her. Growling, Amanda grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over.
"Uh oh," Olivia smirked. "Someone's being naughty."
Amanda ground her hips against Olivia's and the older woman moaned her approval. "I just can't help myself," Amanda breathed. She ground against her lover until the glorious orgasm released itself from her and Liv moaned as it dripped all over her legs.
"What do you want me to do?" Amanda purred. She kissed Olivia's mouth and bit her bottom lip. "Shall I kiss it? Suck on it?" She sucked on her neck and lightly trailed her tongue down her stomach.
"Ergh," Olivia moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Bad girl." Amanda buried her face in her slick, wet heat. She licked, kissed and sucked until she finished pleasing her, Olivia moaning and pushing her head further in between her legs. The blonde head reappeared, licking her lips and smiling.
"I'll get you back for that, Rollins," the brunette said weakly. Amanda merely sighed and laid down next her, draping one arm over her body.