What do you do when trying to finish existing stories? Start a new one, of course! [insert facepalm emoji here]
Welcome to a new drabble/one-shot series... Some will be connected, some will not; some will take place surrounding episodes, some will not... But they will ALL be Rolivia!
This one has some established Rolivia, set at some vague point a couple of years in the future.
As always, thanks so much for reading. Hope you enjoy!
"Two for t—" A yawn violently interrupts Amanda's train of thought as she re-enters their bedroom, and she covers her mouth, her lips trying to smile around the physical expression of her exhaustion.
"Do you want to try that again?" Her wife asks cheekily, eyeing the blonde over the thick frames of her reading glasses.
Amanda chuckles, rolling her eyes at the brunette as she shrugs off her robe, tossing it carelessly onto a pile of their clothes that has found a comfortable home on the plush chair in the corner of the room. "I finally got them to settle down," she sighs tiredly as she slips back beneath the sheets, her head plopping heavily back down into the cradle of her feather pillow. "I had to tell them that God was bowling up there," she reports wryly, turning her head and smirking at the other woman. "So, naturally, Noah wants to go bowling this weekend," she deadpans.
Olivia snorts a laugh, angling her phone toward the blonde to show her the radar app she'd been perusing. "Looks like the worst of it is on its way out." A blue circle signifies their location on the map, and sure enough, the angry red blob that had been hovering over Manhattan and producing thunder strong enough to rattle the windows and frighten the kids was headed for the Atlantic, leaving only dull rumbles of lingering thunder in its wake.
"Thank the lord," Amanda drawls. She burrows under the thin covers as Olivia turns the light out and replaces her phone on the nightstand, and when the brunette leans over for a chaste goodnight kiss, Amanda lingers. "Big spoon or little spoon?" she whispers against the older woman's lips that taste faintly of their toothpaste. She smiles when Olivia turns, wordlessly, laying on her side with her back to the blonde. "Little spoon it is," Amanda whispers fondly. She slides closer, fitting her body against her wife's, her knees tucked behind Olivia's, her arm around the other woman's waist, her hand tucked beneath a threadbare nightshirt and resting firmly against Olivia's warm stomach.
As long as they've been together, it still makes her tingle how well their bodies fit together; whether like this, their positions reversed, or in any and all of the ways they've made love… It always feels like the perfect fit; like they were made to have been doing this all along.
Resting her head behind the brunette's on the pillow, she breathes in the faint scent of lavender emanating from the other woman's smooth skin and places a reverent kiss against the warmth of Olivia's shoulder. "I love you."
Olivia hums, her body relaxing into the smaller one that's cradling her, and she places a hand over Amanda's where it rests against her stomach. "Love you too, baby," she murmurs tiredly.
Both women shift slightly in their embrace, getting comfortable as they slide into what they hope will be a restful slumber, when a small noise escapes beneath the sheet, shattering the silence in the room, and Amanda feels an unexpected warmth against her lap.
Immediately, she stills and for a moment, she forgets to breathe, letting out a shocked chuckle as she sits up slightly behind the frozen body molded into hers. "Olivia Benson!" Amanda gasps in disbelief.
"What?" The older woman asks innocently.
"Did you just..." Amanda incredulously looks down at the profile of her wife, the other woman refusing to meet her gaze. "Did you just fart on me?"
"Of course not," Olivia scoffs. "That was just—it was just a noise."
Amanda laughs, pulling at Olivia's shoulder until the older woman is forced to look her in the eye, her back almost pressed to the mattress while her backside is still against Amanda's front. "I felt it!" Amanda teases her.
"Okay, and so what if I did?" Olivia challenges, thankful for the darkness of the room as it serves to hide the blush she can feel rising to her cheeks. "I hate to break it to you, my Georgia Peach," she ignores the younger woman's eye roll at the nickname, "But you aren't so innocent… You should hear some of the noises your body makes when you sleep."
"Whatever, Liv…" Amanda replies petulantly, but Olivia can hear the smile in her voice as they settle back into the pillows. "I guess it's a good thing we don't have any lit candles in here," the younger woman quips, unable to resist the jibe.
She winces around a laugh when one of Olivia's hands lands a smack on her hip and the older woman grumbles, "Shut up. This is what you get for marrying me…"
"What, gas?"
Olivia stifles a grin against the pillow, and unable to trust that she could keep her laughter at bay if she chose to respond verbally, she opts to nod instead.
"Wow," Amanda murmurs facetiously. "And here I thought the traditional two year anniversary gift was cotton, not methane…"
Amanda smiles tenderly when Olivia's body quakes with laughter against hers, and she holds the other woman tighter against her as they settle back in for sleep.
"You are not right," Olivia breathes, the humor of the situation still evident in her voice.
"Mm, probably not," Amanda agrees. "But somehow, you love me anyway." She grins when Olivia laces their fingers together against her stomach.
"I do," the brunette hums. "And you love me. Even when I fart on you," she admits sheepishly, drawing a snort from the younger woman.
Silence descends on the room again as they settle into the comfort of their embrace and Amanda listens to the familiar rhythm of Olivia's breathing, wondering if the other woman has fallen asleep. "Liv?" she whispers.
Olivia hums in response. She shifts slightly, but doesn't turn to face the blonde. "I don't know what you heard this time, but it wasn't me, I swear," she mumbles.
"No, no… it's not that. I just," Amanda pauses, trying to find the words, knowing that what she's about to say is going to sound ridiculous. "I … like ... knowin' you fart in your sleep," Amanda divulges, resting her chin against Olivia's shoulder and watching in amused adoration as Olivia's eyes open immediately, brown eyes finding blue in the darkness, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.
"Excuse me?" she asks, seeking to make sure she understood the other woman.
Amanda shrugs, but doesn't repeat herself, seeking instead to elaborate. "It's something I wouldn't know about you if I wasn't sleepin' right next to you," she says softly. Olivia shifts to lay more on her back, and Amanda slides over slightly to give her more room, smiling lovingly at the brown eyes that are silently imploring her to continue. Her fingers play with the hem of the sheet that rests across the older woman's chest and she takes a deep breath. "Everybody knows you—or they think they do. But loving you… being with you, like this," she grips Olivia's hip firmly and tugs Olivia's body into hers, "There are so many little things I learn about you… seems like there's somethin' new everyday, and I love knowin' them," she says simply, smiling when Olivia's hand reaches up to push a lock of blonde hair behind her ear before resting her hand on Amanda's forearm. "I love knowin' the things about you that others never will."
"Like what?" Olivia whispers reverently, her warm gaze never faltering as she eyes her younger lover.
"Like…" Amanda smiles, looking up to the ceiling as she searches her mind, before meeting Olivia's gaze again. "Like there are a few songs that make you cry—then knowing which ones, and why. The little traditions you've held onto from the good days you had with your mom. That you're ticklish here," Amanda's hand drifts under the sheet, under Olivia's nightshirt to tease the sensitive skin beneath her wife's left breast, grinning triumphantly when Olivia gasps from the sensation and grips her hand tightly so it can't further torment her. "I love getting to see you as a mom; how it lights you up from the inside out when the kids tell you they love you—and they do, Liv. They both look at you like you hung the moon…"
"I love them both so much," Olivia whispers, tears pooling in her eyes as she smiles at Amanda. "More than I ever could have imagined…"
"I know," Amanda nods, then smirks, shifting until she's hovering over the brunette and straddling her hips. "And then...I like knowing how you are in here," she says suggestively. "So tender but also, so...passionate." She leans down, her forearms holding her weight on either side of Olivia's head, her blonde hair falling around her face like a halo as she rests against the brunette's body, their faces only inches apart. She purrs as Olivia's hands traverse her back, from her hips all the way up to her shoulders. "I love knowing how sexy you look in anything, in nothing… in that see-through teddy that's in the closet…"
"Amanda…" Olivia breathes her name against the blonde's lips, dragging her blunt nails down the other woman's back as Amanda begins a slow, teasing grind against her.
"...or when you just wake up and your hair is sticking up in all directions and you have sleepies in your eyes and there's drool dried on your face," Amanda continues cheekily, drawing an embarrassed chuckle out of the older woman. "I think that one's my favorite," she adds.
Moments ago, they were both ready to succumb to exhaustion, worn out after spending the day chasing first criminals, then their children, but as Olivia's breathing picks up and the temperature seems to skyrocket in their bedroom, that exhaustion is no longer evident, instead replaced by steadily increasing desire. "I love you," Olivia whispers.
Amanda smirks, raking her fingers through impossibly soft locks of brown hair that fan out across Olivia's pillow. She lowers her face closer to the brunette's, nuzzling the other woman's nose, the women breathing the same air as their lips come tantalizingly close to touching. "I love knowing that, too," the blonde husks. Amanda connects their lips in a kiss that immediately takes a turn for the passionate, only separating when Olivia pushes her shirt up and over her head, disheveling her hair and leaving her bare chested, a view that the brunette pauses to fully take in before sitting up as Amanda returns the favor, the younger woman's hands immediately enveloping generous breasts in a gentle caress.
"Sometimes I can't believe this is real," Olivia admits with a low moan. Her hands tenderly touch the blonde's soft skin, from the tops of her toned thighs, up her sides until her fingertips tease the underside of two small, pert breasts. Her eyes watch as pink nipples tighten under both her touch and her stare and she smiles, meeting blue eyes that are already fixed on her. "We're really here. Together."
Amanda lowers her body to Olivia's once again, hissing as they are pressed skin to skin, the brunette's hardened nipples pressing deliciously against her own. It's a sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt before they got together, and one she'll never take for granted.
"I can't imagine being anywhere else."
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