I don't own any of the svu characters.
I have a confession to make – every time I write a fanfic I get an idea for another one. Rest assure I'm working on my other fic(s) and not forsaking it.
But I can't help it – writing stories about Amanda (and about rollaro) is just too much fun
There was a knock on the door.
Amanda found it funny that this knock made her hear skip a beat, like some schoolgirl waiting for her first date. This was far from a first date and Amanda was no school girl. Still, whenever he knocked she felt something inside of her, a rush of excitement through her.
It was the good kind of excitement. Amanda wasn't a stranger to the bad kind of thrill, the kind that ended up with her gambling. But she felt like she had the wisdom to know the difference now, to recognize the good kind of excitement, the one that actually brought her peace, calmed her down.
She walked to her door, and even though Amanda had no problem identifying Nick's knock, she still looked through the peephole.
Amanda didn't try to fight the smile that spread on her face, this was her usual reaction to seeing him outside of work. A smile following the skipping heartbeat, maybe she was a schoolgirl after all.
But the best feeling came after opening the door, when she could see his expression matched hers, the spark in his eyes, the gorgeous smile portraying on his lips. Lips that would soon meet hers.
"Hey" she opened the door, letting him walk inside "what's all this?" she asked after the quick kiss he gave her, she was referring to the paper bags in his hands.
"Dinner" he answered after he placed them on the kitchen counter, petting Frannie who ran to greet him but then seemed more interested in one of her toys.
"I thought you were bringing take out" Amanda walked over to him, she kissed him, wanting to feel those lips again, this time she didn't settle for a quick one, and let her tongue caress his lower lip before he happily let her in.
The kiss lasted a long time, their arms joined the passionate dance and dinner almost slipped both Nick and Amanda's minds. The need to breath forced them to pull apart after a while. They both smiled at one another, her hands moved from his lower back to his arms and his stayed on her waist. He leaned in for one more kiss, a quick one.
"You should have bought take out" she said jokingly, lowering her hands, letting them rest just above his butt.
"So it's making dinner or this?" He raised his eyebrows a little, kissing her again. She pretended to think about it before answering but then shook her head with a big grin on her face.
"What's the plan?" she asked, distancing herself from him a little, forcing his arms to fall off of her body.
"Cuban Chicken Fricassee" he replied.
Nick opened some cabinets in search of the dishes he needed in order to cook. Amanda didn't have a lot of cookware but they didn't need much to make this dish.
"My mom taught me how to make this a long time ago" he explained while taking things out of the bags and setting them on the counter "I learned the quick version and the real one" he glanced at her.
"I hope we're making the faster one" she smiled.
"Yes" he said, expecting her to say exactly that "but the only difference is that we won't marinade the chicken" he took out the cutting board and a knife and put the onions next to it.
She grabbed a bowl and started on the onions while Nick worked on the chicken and then on the sauce. She moved on to the peppers and the potatoes.
"You've got some knife skills" he commented after looking at her progress.
"I'm not that bad at cooking, just didn't want to share my incredible skills with you" She laughed at his expression.
"Hiding secrets from me?" Nick slowly walked over to her, she put down the knife and looked at him, he placed his right hand over hers and kissed her cheek "back to work, I'm hungry"
"Should have brought takeout" she murmured, trying to sound dramatic just to annoy him a little.
"Oh, no" he grinned "next time you need to show me those incredible cooking skills of yours" he placed the pot on the stove, turning it on.
"Careful what you wish for" she chuckled, focusing on her task.
When all the ingredients were in the pot, being stirred by Nick, Amanda walked to the sink to wash the dirty dishes.
"Looks good" he said, placing the lid on the pot "now all we've got to do is wait"
"So much for the fast version" she said, glancing at him with a smile.
He wrapped his arms around her and Amanda had to stop what she was doing as his proximity felt so good.
"Let me help you" he muttered into her ear, his breath on her sending shivers down her spine.
"No" she slightly shook her head "just don't move"
He didn't say anything but Amanda could feel him smiling against her skin, she was almost done and right now she'd rather feel his hands around her waist.
Amanda turned around in his arms after the dishes were washed and she'd dried her hands. He loved the way she smiled at him and rewarded her, and himself, with a kiss.
They'd let their tongues play a mellow game with one another, enjoying the closeness, the heat radiating from the other's body.
"You feel so good" he whispered into her ear when their mouths pulled apart, but their bodies still connected "always" he added and tightened the grip around her, her head leaning against his chest.
"Say it again" he heard her hiss.
"You always feel so good" Nick happily repeated his words, it was the absolute truth and he would love to tell her that again and again.
She reluctantly pushed her self away from his arms "come on" she walked to the couch and he followed.
"How much longer?" Amanda asked once she was sitting comfortably, Frannie, who wasn't very interesting in the cooking earlier, rushed to the living room to join Amanda on the couch, leaving Nick only a small space to sit in.
"Less than fifteen minutes" he answered after checking the time "getting impatient?"
"Getting?" her eyes widened "I'm pretty much starving"
"Take out next time?" he asked playfully, but she shook her head.
"It was fun, I liked cooking with you" Amanda looked at Frannie but then turned back to Nick "your mom taught you well"
"She did" he nodded. Nick was about to ask if her mom had taught her anything about cooking, but stopped himself, realizing, from the little he did know, that was probably not the case. His smile faded for a second and it didn't go unnoticed by Amanda but she remained silent.
She liked how Nick knew her pretty well by now, sure, there were many things she didn't talk about. But she felt like there was no need to do that, he knew things were complicated with her family so he didn't probe, and Amanda really appreciated it.
"Want to watch some TV?" he asked and she nodded.
He flipped through the channels until the food was ready. She helped him bring everything to the table and then they could finally eat.
"Well?" he asked after she had a couple of bites.
"Well" she answered "the best thing in this dish is the way the vegetables were cut" she gave him a serious look.
"I see" he tried to look upset but Nick couldn't keep up the charade seeing a smile spreading on her beautiful face.
"It's great" this time she meant it "better than take out"
"Don't forget you've promised to cook for me next time" he said before taking another bite of the chicken.
"Don't say I didn't warn you" she had a mischievous look and he nodded, accepting the threat.
They continued eating quietly, enjoying each other's company and the tasty food they'd made together. This time Nick was in charge of washing the dishes while Amanda cleared the table.
They'd spent a little more time in front of the TV, this time Frannie wasn't in Nick's way and Amanda could lean in to him, her hand resting on his thigh.
After a while they realized neither was interested in what was on the screen and Nick carried her to the bedroom closing the door behind them.
Nick's lips were on Amanda's stomach, very slowly making their way back to her face. He wanted to give her time to catch her breath after her climax and he loved feeling her bare skin under his mouth. Tasting her sweat, feeling her rapid heart beats, listening to the sounds she made.
He left a trail of kisses up to her neck, enjoying the way the skin above her collar bone tasted. When he felt her relax he captured her lips with his and she gladly let the kiss deepen.
The way she sighed into his mouth told him she wanted more, and he more than happily obliged, entering her slowly.
Later that night they were both sound asleep. Nick's arms wrapped around her, holding her close. It was almost 3 am when there was a noise in the bedroom.
Amanda stirred in his arms, recognizing the sound she woke up and lifted herself up a bit so she could reach the vibrating phone.
Nick heard it too and opened his eyes slightly to see her move "work?" he hummed.
"No" she answered quietly after looking at the screen "go back to sleep" Amanda said tenderly.
He watched her taking his shirt and quickly putting it on, buttoning one button on her way out of the room. She closed the bedroom door and he shut his eyes, thinking she looked beautiful wearing his clothes. A smile spread across his face, and he decided to stay up so he could see her coming back. Nick was getting sleepy after a few minutes, wondering who she was talking to so late and for what seemed like a long time.
He got up and grabbed his boxers, putting them on as he walked after her to the living room. It was quiet, she wasn't talking to anyone anymore. Nick saw her sitting on the couch, even though he could only see her back he knew something was wrong, she seemed tense. Getting closer to her she looked almost frozen, her right hand touching her chin.
"Amanda?" Nick tried to keep his voice calm as he moved closer to her.
"Mmmm?" she mumbled, not looking at him.
"You ok?" he sat down next to her.
She turned to him and nodded, but her eyes clearly told him it was not the case.
"Who was on the phone?" Nick asked, trying to read her expression.
"Sam" she replied.
Her old captain Sam? Why would he call her so late? He wondered but didn't ask as he wanted her to tell him. He reached her and softly caressed her shoulder.
"He called to say" she started but stopped to take a breath.
"My dad's dead" Amanda finally said.
Nick wasn't sure what to say, he knew almost nothing about him, but it was obvious she was highly upset.
But then she said something else, and now he really didn't know how to respond.
"Somebody killed him"
I know I've already written a story with Amanda's dad, but this one is going to be different and I hope you're going to like it. I promise a lot of cheesy rollaro moments (even though I think some are going to be a bit too cheesy, but I'm sure you won't mind, I love some fluffy rollaro)
