Okay just to clarify things... nothing illegal will be happening in this story, Amanda's supposed to be 18 and Olivia's supposed to be a teacher who just started to teach. Don't like, don't read.

Amanda

Amanda couldn't remember the last time she had felt something even remotely similar to what she was experiencing this instant. The woman's soft touch while she tenderly ran her fingers through Amanda's hair, planting soft kisses on her neck, temple, and forehead; the tickling of her warm breath as she whispered loving words into her hear – if Heaven existed, then it would probably be similar to this.

What was more, today seemed to be different. Most of the times they would just lay side by side, close enough to barely touch each other but with enough distance left between their bodies as to prevent temptation taking its toll on either one of them. Sometimes, when Amanda was tired, her lover would allow her to nap in her lap, and while she cherished those moments, they were never enough to satiate her.

But here they were, not half an inch apart from each other, and Olivia was actually touching her, stroking her arms with one hand as the other lay chastely on the lower part of her abdomen. It felt so good and familiar, Amanda thought that she would just be content with spending eternity laying at Liv's side.

She opened her eyes and tentatively stretched out her arms, but the older woman shook her head.

"Liv, please…"

"Honey, we've been over this a zillion times…"

Amanda sank her arms to her sides in defeat. She had been more than happy to oblige to her female counterpart's requests if that meant they could exchange more than just a couple of furtive looks in the hallway, but she was tired of the brunette putting up resistance to the slightest attempt on her part to reciprocate her affection. A wail escaped her throat and she got up from the bed, carelessly putting her blonde hair back into the usual ponytail.

"Amanda…"

"What!?" she snarled, frightened at the sound of her own voice.

"Look at me" Olivia commanded, her voice deep, somewhat threatening.

Amanda's body stiffened, this wasn't Liv talking, but Ms. Benson.

"Look at me" Ms. Benson repeated, her voice softer now.

Amanda obeyed, and when Ms. Benson offered both her hands to her, she took them reluctantly.

"Look, darling" Ms. Benson started, searching for sympathy in Amanda's eyes. "I know this doesn't exactly live up to your… expectations, and I know I may be asking too much of you, but please, Amanda, just bear with me a little longer. Please." And just right there, she was back to being Olivia, and Amanda thought that she looked timid, fragile even. The anger that had been churning up inside her dwindled away, she knew very well that she wouldn't, couldn't walk away from Liv. She cleared her throat, but nonetheless her voice sounded raspy as she started speaking, quiet at first, but then louder and louder. By the time she had finished, she was trembling, and when she felt two strong arms being wrapped around her she forcefully tried to fight back the tears that were starting to sprinkle onto Ms. Benson's shirt.

Olivia

"Olivia, end this. End this, before it's too late". Liv let out a tired sigh. Usually, she had been able to silence her conscience during their encounters, but lately this task had proven to be increasingly difficult.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" she asked politely, but businesslike. At the same time, her eyes continued to admire Amanda in silence. Sometimes, especially when wearing her school uniform, she would look younger, no older than fifteen; whilst at others, she displayed the maturity and posture of a young woman in her twenties. She had always had a certain air of sophistication that set her apart from her fellow students, Olivia thought.

"Stop it, Benson" she mentally scolded herself. "She's just a girl, and she is your student, for heaven's sake, get a grip on yourself!"

"Ms. Benson?"

Amanda was observing her intently, an ethereal smile plastered on her face that made Olivia throw all caution to the wind.

"God, you really are beautiful" she said, the words leaving her mouth as though they had some life of their own. And then, as though she was talking about the weather, she added "What did you say you wanted? A glass of milk?"

Amanda stared at her in disbelief. Her cheeks had acquired a light shade of pink, and she looked flustered.

Olivia left for the kitchen, and Amanda could hear her rummaging through the drawers.

Inside the kitchen, Liv was silently cursing. She opened her fridge to get the milk and promptly spilled it over the kitchen counter.

"Ms. Benson?"

"Jesus, Amanda, you startled me!"

"I'm sorry" the girl replied, but it sounded more like a reproach than an apology.

"Here, take this" said the brunette, and handed Amanda an empty cup. She left the kitchen without an explanation, and moments later she was back, carrying an unopened box of milk. She turned the stove on and poured some milk into a small pot. Then, she took the cup from Amanda's hands without saying a word and placed it on the counter.

"Why don't you start unpacking your things in the living room?" she suggested, just as the silence was about to turn unbearable for both of them.

Left alone in the kitchen, Olivia gave a sigh of relief. Her mind was racing relentlessly these days, and she was aware that giving one of her students private lessons at her own house was, to say the last, unprofessional. And if this student happened to be Amanda Rollins, it was also highly irresponsible, not to mention reckless.

Olivia splashed her face with a few handfuls of icy water and took the pan off the heat. A thick skin had already formed on the white liquid, which she removed with two fingers. She passed the rest of the milk through a sieve and poured it into two cups, a small one for her, and the larger one for Amanda. She added a little sugar and a cinnamon stick to each and put everything on a tray.

"So, Benson, let's start with the lesson" she muttered to herself, oblivious of the difficulties lying ahead of her.

Author's note: This story was inspired by a fanfic I read a while ago which sort of ended abruptly... before anything could happen between these two :( It's called "You Found Me" by DishonoredInk.