Hello and thank you so much for reading my story! This is my first fic for this pairing, but oh my do I love these two. Reviews are encouraged as they help my motivation and inspiration, and who knows…maybe there will be more to come. Thanks again, I hope you enjoy reading!

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Soft, feminine lips were hungrily dancing with her own before Olivia's mind could even get into gear and process just what the hell was going on. Naturally, her hands went straight for those golden blonde tresses, and her stomach did a three sixty as the strands separated into the small spaces between her fingers. She pulled the other woman closer, as her mind spun out of control. She hadn't felt this way for another woman in quite a few years, and when the memories of how the last one ended flashed in her mind, Olivia could feel herself begin to panic. That was, until she felt a deep moan vibrate into her mouth by the blonde in her arms; her brain came to a complete halt. The brunette reluctantly pulled away from the other woman, feeling a red hot blush creep up her neck and sprawl out across her cheeks.

"Amanda?" was all she could say in between heavy breathing.

Her eyes searched those bright blue orbs that were wide and stared back at her, seeing that fight, flee, or freeze response instinctively play out within them. The older woman recognized it immediately, after seeing that same look in far too many situations over the years, and she quickly grabbed Amanda's hips, preventing her from at least running away.

The younger detective felt shockwaves coarse through her body at the weight of the hands on her hips. Her mind was going a thousand miles a minute and she was beginning to forget how she had even gotten to this point, with Olivia's arms now wrapping around her waist, bringing her even closer. Racking her brain, she was begging for one thing that make sense, one thing that told her how she went from a yoga retreat in Costa Rica to making out with her sergeant in the hallway of her apartment building.

Her apartment.

Olivia.

Yoga Retreat.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. Olivia asked her out to coffee when she got back from her retreat after the Patton fiasco came to light, and she had insisted that she walk Amanda up to her door. It through the blonde off, but she gladly accepted the offer. After getting caught up in the bad business of gambling, nearly losing her shield, and dishonoring the respect of her superior officer, she never thought she had another shot at getting into Olivia's good graces. She vowed, to not only herself but to Olivia as well, that she would never stop trying and when she remembered she initiated that kiss, she mentally kicked herself. Hard.

"Shit. Liv, I'm so sor-" she was cut off before she could utter the word that had grown so used to forming on her tongue, by the same lips she felt moments ago. She felt that tiny flame in her belly engulf her entire insides as her bottom lip became prisoner to the gentle teasing of teeth. Her knees nearly buckled, and that same flame in her belly was starting to move further down to her core. Her sheer desire and want of this insanely gorgeous woman made her hands start to roam and a near growl escape from her vocal cords. She needed this woman, and she needed her now.

Olivia's skin was burning from the contact of delicate touches that seemed so foreign to her now. Her own hands had found their way back into the mass of blonde hair, settling at the base of Amanda's head. This newfound proclivity toward the younger detective was not so surprising for her, she knew it was only a matter of time before something woke the beast, and now it was up and on high alert. Remembering that they were still in the hallway of Amanda's apartment, Olivia grudgingly broke contact.

"Inside," she whispered into the blonde's ear, lightly nipping at the pulse point just below. A grin formed when she saw Amanda visibly shutter and little goose bumps pop up all over her skin.

They fumbled through the threshold and were interrupted when the weight of an excited and very hungry pit bull almost knocked them both over. Amanda's face was instantly fifty shades of red when she looked over at Olivia, who was laughing at Frannie's antics and scratching behind the dog's ears.

"Frannie, leave her alone," the blonde pleaded, grabbing the dog by the collar, only to be stopped with a gentle hand on her arm. Her gaze flickered back up to Olivia's face, seeing a mixture of slight amusement and warmth in her chestnut eyes. Amanda released her grip on the pink collar, feeling fingers entwining themselves with hers as a nervous smile couldn't help but form on her lips. She had dreamt of this moment for a long time, too long in fact, that before this moment she almost forgot about the unrequited love she had for her boss. She took this opportunity to capture Olivia's full lips in her own, allowing all those deeply buried emotions she had locked away so tight to shine through and resurface.

Olivia felt something change; it changed in the way that Amanda kissed her. It wasn't hurried and lustful like it was in the hallway, but slow, passionate, and loving. It was no longer a surprise impulse, but a well thought out idea. Olivia assumed the blonde just needed someone for the night, but with the way she was kissing her right now, the brunette knew that whatever this was, could never be for just tonight.

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I hope you enjoyed reading this. Please let me know what you thought, constructive criticism is always welcome!