This story goes with the song "K." By Cigarettes After Sex. I suggest you give it a listen while/before/after you read this to get the full, melancholic/ lazy love effect of this story.
She watches Olivia sip her coffee silently, eyes focusing on the brown liquid in her white mug.
They make eye contact after a few moments of nothing; and she can see it. The way brown eyes delve deeply and curiously into her blue ones. Amanda can see- feel- the depth of the older woman's adoration.
Though Olivia'll never admit it.
It's awkward, silent, they haven't muttered a single word to each other since they left Olivia's apartment. Neither women know what to say, really. Everything had changed earlier that day. Professional relationship be damned, there's something bigger between them.
They'd made love earlier that day. It had been, as Olivia put it, no strings attached. Of course, to Amanda, that was complete bullshit. Because even as Amanda made Olivia come for the second time in a row, the way the older woman gasped and searched deep in cerulean eyes, she knew that it had all changed.
"You done?" She hears, and she's throttled back into present time. The wary look in her companion's eyes tell her that she's aware of everything the younger woman had been thinking.
No, I'm not done.
"I've got it this time." Olivia continues, pulling out her wallet, quivering fingers sifting through various bills.
"I.." Amanda starts, stopping the brunette's actions momentarily. "There were strings.." She whispers, eyes cast down at her fiddling digits. She doesn't hear a response, just the shallow breathing of her lieutenant.
Olivia'd tugged at a heart string when she kissed the blonde, then another when she touched her, then when she tasted her, and finally when she muttered those soft words… Stay with me. Amanda had been slipping out of bed to leave, to give Olivia space. She'd tugged at billions of strings, sending Amanda into a reckless freefall.
Amanda, she'd though, Go right back, She's been waiting for you, to slip back in bed. So instead of leaving, instead of giving this woman space, she lit a candle, crawled back into that big, comfortable bed, and kissed her lover.
She fell back into her thoughts, the memory of the sweet pillow talk that took place only hours before they sit here in this restaurant.
"I think I like you.." Amanda whispers, lips turned up in a shy smile. She licks Olivia's bottom lip as the older woman lets out a breathy chuckle. "Just when you're with me.. And nobody else." The blonde finishes, fingers dragging up a curvaceous waist.
"I've been waiting for this.." The brunette admits shyly, wrapping a leg around the other woman's slender body. She turns them over, straddling Amanda intimately, and they kiss slowly, sensually, memorizing the taste and feel and scent and essence of their honey laced passion.
It was just as good as Amanda had imagined, maybe better.
"Amanda?" Olivia mutters, leaning forward. "I think you're right."
It stuns the younger woman momentarily. But Olivia continues, and it's words that the blonde is expecting to follow.
"But.. This can't go any further.. I just... I'm your boss.."
The detective nods, swallowing quickly. "I know."
"Do you want a ride home?" The brunette asks nervously, and Amanda knows that the older woman doesn't know how to finish a conversation that shouldn't even be had. She understands. So she gives Olivia an out.
"I think I want to walk. Clear my head."
"Okay.."
The younger woman gets up, shouldering her purse and folding her jacket over her forearm. From this angle, she can see what looks like one of many love bites on the swell of the other woman's breast, and a torrent of arousal and emotion flood through her. She needs to get out of here.
"Thanks for Dinner." She whispers, avoiding the blazing brown eyes, which are undoubtedly full of sorrow and, yes, adoration, before turning and walking out of the nearly empty diner.
I think that maybe this could be the start of a new story…
We'll see. Favorites, Follows and Reviews will decide… ;)