Okay so this is totally OOC for me to write, I'm a Finanda shipper but this story could not work in that universe, I needed a Catholic choir boy and a sassy Southern girl for this fic. And let's face it at this point I want to see her with anyone that's not sshat Nate or feeling forced to give BJs at some illegal gambling club. And believe it or not but I started this before they became canon but I rewrote it again as I realized it worked wonders (well that's for you to decide I guess) as a backstory to how they got started.
This fic takes place somewhere after Gambler's Fallacy, nothing taken out, nothing taken in but with my spin to them, Lewis hasn't escaped/returned, Liv's in charge. I may change the end of the season up a bit but I don't own any of the characters.
I have like their three first rendezvous planned out and I know where I want it to end but pls let me know if there's something you like to see happen and I might take it in if it doesn't feel too OOC to me. This won't be such a long fic though, working on another fic, but just know it is a Rollaro fic so no one will die or anything, I can't stay away from drama though (it goes against my nature) so I can't promise a smooth ride. Oh and – major smut warning! Especially in this first chapter. Two consenting adults and it gets raunchy so consider yourself warned ;)
And I'm a bit strange but I need theme songs for my fics and for this one it's Christina Perri ft Jason Mraz' DISTANCE. Check it out if you want to get in the spirit of this fic and I'm also drawing inspiration from that lyric.
Please let me know what you think, it's okay to tell me I need to wash my mouth (or keyboard?) out with soap or say like four thousand Hail Mary's but it's also okay to review as an anon-guest ;)
Chapter 1
There had been a few too many beers, maybe some shots and not enough food during the night. They'd met up with Munch since Fin had gotten word he was back from France. Seemed all retired NYPD cops, at least at SVU, went on long trips. As far as they knew Cragen was still on his cruise and Munch had spent the entire winter down at the French Riviera, courting European ladies, dancing, eating cheese and drinking wine.
Before Munch had gotten there it had just been the squad of four and Amanda had swiped a beer quickly and then, as she was getting another round for herself and Fin, she ordered a shot that she'd downed right there at the bar before she joined her squad again. The encounter with Liv in her office was still fresh in Amanda's mind and she saw the looks Liv kept giving her, or more so the lack of looks. Amanda felt as though she wasn't existing to the sergeant and if it wasn't for the fact she was her boss she could've taken it. Tonight the sergeant had only looked her way once and it was when Amanda had emptied her bottle a mouthful before even Fin and asked him if she could get him another one. She needed liquid courage to get through the night even though it might just make the sergeant unlike her even more. She just couldn't win.
It was fun seeing Munch though. He was his old self thankfully and since he wasn't aware of Amanda's recent relapse she felt able to relax around him. Seeing Liv leaning over whispering something in his ear made Amanda a bit weary though but then she felt stupid for thinking she was important enough for Liv to talk to Munch about. Two shots later she felt a bit better. The last shot a guy at the bar had bought her and she was paying him back by sharing a few words with him when Nick walked up behind her putting a hand on her back.
"We're missing you at the table," he said shooting the guy a suspicious eye.
"Oh I'll be right there, I was just going to get Munch another beer," Amanda said not picking up on Nick's aversion towards the other guy.
"Let me get it, you wanted one too?" he asked and Amanda nodded. She turned back to the guy with a smile and ended the sentence she was uttering as Nick stepped up on her other side to get the bartender's attention. As he waited for his order he listen in on their conversation. Seemed the guy had picked up on her accent and he was asking her about her home state. Her accent was never not present but it did get heavier after she had a few. Nick had picked up on that, he kinda liked it. Her southern drawl wasn't just sassy but also sexy. Nick tried to shake the thought out of his head as the bartender came back with his three bottles.
"C'mon," he said to Amanda once he'd paid for the beers. He grabbed the beers with one hand so he could snake his other arm around her waist as she seemed reluctant to leave the bar. He really wanted her away from this guy for some reason.
"Bye, and thanks," Amanda smiled at the guy as Nick pulled her down off the chair.
"Thanks?" he asked as he let her go and handed her one of the beers.
"He bought me a shot," Amanda smiled taking a swig from the bottle just handed to her.
"So a shot gets the guy a thanks and light conversation," Nick said, "what does a beer get you?"
Amanda coughed as she got some of the beer in the wrong pipe. She chuckled a little as she wiped her mouth, her eyes landing on him.
"Smooth detective," she smiled, eyelashes twinkling at him, "I would tell you but I think you'd rather find out what two beers gets you."
The wink she shot him made something flip in his gut and he chuckled nervously as she sat down next to Fin. He rounded the table, putting one of the bottles in front of Munch and then had a seat next to Liv. He tried to slip right in to the conversation going on at the table but he struggled as his eyes kept wandering across the table to Amanda. She on the other hand seemed to have no trouble joining the conversation straight away. She intrigued him on many levels.
Just a few hours later the company was down to three and Fin, Nick and Amanda got ready to head out. Of the three Nick seemed to be the most sober one, the two partners' voices were loud as they walked out debating on some recent basketball game and their mixed reviews on the final score. Nick got left a bit behind and walked out just as Amanda close to fell over with laughter into Fin's arms. Fin was also laughing and Nick couldn't help but smile figuring they at least had agreed on something during that game.
"So I'm gonna catch a cab my way," Fin said as he helped Amanda get her jacket on, "Since you two live the opposite way…" All he had to do was shoot Nick a look and he got it.
"I'll get us a cab," Nick said.
"And you make sure this one gets home alright?" Fin said putting his hand on top of Amanda's head and spinning her around towards Nick almost like a string puppet. Amanda just smiled though.
"I'll make sure your partner gets home alright," Nick smiled.
"This partner can get her own drunk ass home thank you very much," Amanda said aiming a blow to her partner's chest.
The fact that the good aimed blow got Fin off balance gave them a rather good idea to who was the most drunk of the two. Nick chuckled and went out to the curb to hail a cab. He let Fin get into the first one and after he'd shut the door he turned back to give Amanda a quick glance. She'd shoved her hands down her pockets and curled up her shoulders to her ears trying to bundle up a bit hiding from the cold. A wind caught her hair covering up her rosy cheeks a bit but he could still see her smile and piercing blue eyes through the blonde strands of hair. She looked absolutely adorable and he had to turn away again to hide the silly grin that grew across his face. It didn't take long until he'd flagged down another cab and he opened the door for her.
"Thank you detective," she sang sung as she passed him to duck inside the warmth of the cab. He jumped in after her trying to get a grip on his silly grin. He heard her give the driver his address.
"C'mon your place is closer and I can get myself home," she said rolling her eyes as she caught him looking at her.
"I can hold my liquor better than Fin believe it or not," she said with some sass to her voice.
"I know," he said earning him an appreciative smile from her.
Her smile warmed him more than the inside of the cab did. She turned her head to look out the window as the cab took off but he kept looking at her. The dampness in the air had, even though they were just out on the sidewalk for a few minutes, made her hair curl up naturally. He didn't know what was going on inside his gut right now but it felt good. He had always found her attractive. From that very first day when he walked into the squad room he had a good eye to her. Even though she'd been dressed down, hair gathered in a sloppy ponytail across one of her shoulders, her left shoulder if he wasn't completely off, his eyes had been drawn to her. That deep voice of hers, that spark in her blue eyes whenever she got an idea or was on to something, which was almost constant. Her energy could be a bit annoying but it was just such a big part of her personality he couldn't dislike it completely. He even liked fighting with her. He liked that squint in her eyes even though it was a bit intimidating as well, especially when she got all up in your face. That girl wasn't scared of taking you on, taking anyone on and he liked that fearlessness. She could give low blows though, hurtful low blows but he knew he deserved some of them.
He'd been married though and he was a faithful man that would never stray from his wife but now that the divorce was definitive… he couldn't help but wonder. What would it be like to be with her? Could he mix pleasure with business?
Over the years he hadn't been able to keep from shooting her one extra look at times and when her sister came to town causing trouble he had to admit he'd used her to get to know more about his sassy, southern squad mate. It wasn't such a pretty picture her sister had painted though. Then there was the whole gambling bit, he knew plenty of drug addicts and alcoholics but he'd never known someone in GA. As usually the unknown intrigued him and since this situation involved his blonde squad mate it made him even more so, close to obsessed actually.
He wasn't sure why he got so carried away. The Benson/Lewis ordeal, him starting to realize his marriage wasn't salvageable, missing his mentor Munch. He wasn't sure what it was but he felt a need to occupy himself with something. He knew he had been out of bounce going undercover on his own to spy on her sponsor. He deserved the scolding he got but as usual he had a hard time swallowing it and perhaps he might have taken it even harder just because it came from her. It still hadn't kept him down when she started to act suspicious again and the notion he'd punched a sergeant from Vice in the gut didn't sit well with him but at least he wouldn't have to face him again. He had to face Amanda though and he still wasn't sure exactly what had happen once she worked UC or how she ended up there. He was sure she'd relapsed though and the tension between her and Benson was rather tangible. He usually sided with his old partner but in this case he couldn't help but feel as though Amanda was the one in need of some support.
Looking at her now he recalled a conversation he had with Fin a while ago, it was right after the Lena, and Nate, case was over. They'd grabbed a beer after work after Amanda's blow out in the bunks where she ended up more or less telling both him and Fin to back off. Fin had time to down a few more beers than him as Nick had rambled a bit, fueled up on how Rollins could've fallen for an ass hat like Nate. Fin had seemed more upset about GA letting her get a male sponsor, he made it sound like it was doomed to fail. When Nick had probed a bit Fin had straight out said, probably opening up a little easier than usual because of the alcohol in his system, that his partner was brilliant at busting perps but when it came to matters of the heart she would give it up to anyone who showed her just a hint of affection.
Nick had been a bit stunned and gotten even more so when Fin added that's what happens to little girls lost with absent fathers. Fin had never seemed like the analytical type of guy but his insight on his partner was very perceptive. It had been a rare moment of Fin's willingness to discuss his partner and Nick couldn't let the moment slip by. He'd asked straight out what that attribute of hers meant for the two partners, they seemed very close so had they ever… Fin was the one who added 'hooked up' when Nick left it open. Nick had tried to keep his composure but then failed as Fin had, again very bluntly, let him know the subject as well as the offer had been up on the table but Fin had retracted it as he figured he would ruin her for every other guy if they bedded, something he'd apparently told her at the time.
Nick was amazed at the partnership the two seemed to have. He could never even imagine himself acting or talking like that with a female partner. Not that he have had many female partners over the years but just the thought of talking so openly with Liv about… well sex, made him feel awkward. But when it came to Amanda he felt a bit jealous to be honest. Not that he could imagine himself being able to pull off what Fin apparently had pulled off with her the thought still got him a bit excited. Flirting with Amanda got him excited and a little bit of that had been going on tonight, at least he thought so. It had been a while since he dated so he was a bit unsure.
"So," he said as he started to recognize his block outside the cab window. He was about to say something when her eyes turning to look at him caught him off guard and he had to clear his throat. She gave him a curious look tilting her head down a bit making her peek up at him from underneath her bangs. He felt forced to keep talking and he had no idea where he found the guts to say what was just about to come out of his mouth.
"Do you wanna come upstairs with me for a night cap?"
Her eyes swayed a little to one side and he was afraid he'd crossed a forbidden line but then the cheeky smile that spread over her face made him feel a little at ease but nervous on a whole other level.
"Are you sure it's not to find out what two beers gets you?" she asked with the cheekiness on her face drawling on her tone of voice as well. He chuckled a bit nervously.
He had bought her a second beer after that statement she'd made at the bar. It was all he could think about once they sat back down at the table and when given the opportunity he'd bought her a second one and then put it down with considerable emphasis in front of her. He thought he might have caught her blushing a bit but then she'd smiled about as cheekily as right now and her eyebrows had played around a bit. There had been another few lingering glances shared between the two during the night. And once they'd said night to Munch and Liv they'd sat down by the bar and she'd put her hand on his leg as she sat down. It could've been accidental though but there was nothing accidental about the slight tightness he felt in his pants. They'd put Amanda in the middle but it hadn't stopped two individual guys from trying to approach her. Thankfully Fin had fought them off though and Nick had just watched in awe as Amanda laughed close to hysterical as Fin, after the second guy, huffed how annoying it was that no one ever thought he was her boyfriend.
"We have to make out more," Amanda had said jokingly and then planted a wet one on the top of Fin's scalp as she rose up a bit from her stool. Sitting back down on the high stool she'd turned to Nick and for a brief moment it had looked as though she were about to kiss him too and he'd held his breath in anticipation. He had seen her eyes go down to his mouth and she'd bit down on her lip in a very seductive way. If he wasn't a man with such restraints he'd grabbed her there and then, the offer of a nightcap did however come with ulterior motifs. Part of him wanted her to turn it down cause there was no way he would be able to keep his hands off her if she came upstairs with him.
"Yeah why not," she said pulling him from his thoughts, "I'm kinda curious to see how the choir boy of SVU lives."
"Don't call me that," he said but couldn't hide the smile. She could call him anything right now, she had him hooked.
He got money up before they even reached his street, he didn't want to give her a chance to think about backing out. She was the first one out though when the cab pulled up by his house and she was waiting for him right down by the stairs when he finally jumped out.
"Brrr it's so damn cold," she said as he walked up to her.
"Yeah, let's get inside," he said and was happy he had a reason to hurry up.
He felt stupid for struggling to even get the keys in the door though but he was nervous and just barely picked up her saying something about wishing summer would get her faster. He had a lot of conflicting feelings inside and just hoped he wasn't doing something stupid here. He was planning on serving her a night cap and hoped for the chance to talk to her one on one. To say that he wasn't hoping for something else to happen would be a lie though. He hoped that he would be able to touch her face, caress her check, run a finger over her lips, maybe taste her lips too. Yeah he wanted to kiss her, desperately, and that was on his mind as he let her inside his apartment. He hadn't kissed someone for a long time now, even longer since he'd been with someone. Pure lust filled him as he stepped in after her and just felt her presence in the dark apartment. He tried to find the light switch quickly so he wouldn't use the darkness to just jump her there in the hallway.
Amanda acted cool but inside she shared some of those feelings Nick was carrying. She'd felt the tension tonight, the looks they shared and she knew she was the one who set it all off. Fin had been teasing her for a while now that Nick had the hots for her. She'd shrugged him off but it had set something in motion inside of her. She'd always found Nick attractive but he was married and she'd sworn off married men since that one ugly display back in Atlanta. And then there was the fact that they had always seemed to be down each other's throats ever so often. He was like the annoying big brother she never had, he had to be right all the time and thought he had the right to protect her even though she was far from some damsel in distress. She hated that role, would never wear it. She was the one saving people in the book she'd written for herself. Her miserable childhood, the trouble her sister had brought into her life over the years and her gambling problem were chapters in that book she tried to put behind her. Sex had a big part in her life, both past and present. There was no way around it, she liked sex but knew better, should at least know better, than to mix that particular pleasure with business. But she couldn't stop herself. He wasn't married any longer, he seemed interested and she was filled with a dangerous combination of curiosity, pure lust and that one ingredient that so often got her in trouble - alcohol.
Once the light was on she saw him step out of his shoes so she did the same. Getting out of her boots turned out to be a bit trickier than getting out of flats though. He grabbed her as she tipped over one way and she chuckled as she grabbed on to him with one hand and to the wall with the other one.
"You okay there?" he smiled and she nodded. When she got her balance back he immediately withdrew his hands that were around her midsection, he had to at least let her get inside he told himself. He hung his jacket by the door and waited for her to do the same once she'd managed to get her boots off with the support of the wall.
"Step inside," he said trying to sound casual about it. She shoved her hands down in her back pockets as she passed him and of course his eyes went down to her ass. Focus, he told himself.
"Nice digs," he heard her hum as she looked around the living room.
"So what do you want to drink?" he asked. She spun around, hands still pushed down her back pockets. He had trouble reading her, she didn't seem to be contemplating what to drink, her look was more predatory as her eyes quickly swiped up over his body.
"I don't think I should drink any more tonight," she said staring him down.
"No?" he said worrying she might be too intoxicated after all.
"No, not if you want me to be present for this."
"This?" he asked, his voice raised a few octaves as she was slowly closing in on him and he cleared his throat to her amusement. He felt unable to do much more than stare as she got closer. Her hands were still in her back pockets making her arch her back a bit and he couldn't help but let his eyes go down her body but when she was just an arm's length away he caught her eyes again and he felt unable to breathe now.
"This," she repeated with barely a whisper as she was just an inch from his face. He was totally mesmerized by her eyes and mouth and had no idea what the rest of her was doing until he could feel her hands land on his hips and quickly swiping up to his chest where she grabbed a hold of his shirt. His breath got caught in his throat and it didn't get better when she exhaled deeply and he felt her warm breath on, and inside, his mouth. She was so close he couldn't see much else than her eyes. Her eyes had that squint to them but then he saw a smile in them right before she finally closed the distance. His eyes closed the moment her lips brushed up against his. His lower lip shivered as he felt her play with his upper lip between hers. Her tongue played over his lip, then over his teeth and then finally it entered him as she captured his entire mouth with her own. His tongue was there to greet hers and he couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. They snaked up her back until his palms landed on her shoulder blades and he pushed her harder against himself. He wanted her deeper inside but also waited for permission to enter her mouth.
Her nails dug into his chest and it made him exhale into her with a shivering breath. He could taste beer on her but also something sweeter, something that made him think of flowers on a field, grass and trees. It was her smell too, she smelled fresh, different. He wanted more. More of her. His one hand went up inside her hair, entangling with those blonde locks and feeling the back of her skull underneath his fingertips. The other one went down her back, crossed the bra strap, went down her spine and ended up in the small gap between her back and her pants. She felt him moan into his mouth and then her hands went down his body towards his belt. When she started unbuckling it he used the hand he had in her hand to pull her away a bit. She looked so hot with swollen lips and flushed cheeks he was about to bring her back in but there was something he had to make sure of before this could happen.
"Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink?" he whispered with a strained voice. She shook her head a little, seemed stumped he even asked that and tried to get back to his mouth. He tighten the grip in her hair though to hold her back still and the little gasp and wicked smile that spread over her face made his pants tighten even more.
"You want me to follow a finger?" she breathed. He wasn't sure how to respond but he wouldn't have to as she quickly added;
"I rather follow this straight to the bedroom." She grabbed a hold of his crotch and there was just no way he could hold himself back. He crashed down on her lips and his hands both went down to grab her ass so he could lift her up. She chuckled against his mouth as she easily got up around his hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck to press herself even further up against him.
Thankful he'd made his way from there to the bedroom plenty of times before, granted never with anyone in his arms, he found his way there now without having to let her enticing mouth go. He got all the way up to the bed and she got down on her knees on the bed as they parted slightly. The lights were off in there but he'd supposedly forgot the lights on in the bathroom this morning so there were some light coming from there as well as from the full moon outside his window. She looked gorgeous in the soft light but he had little time to admire her as she went for his belt pulling him in. She had some trouble with it in all her eagerness so they changed tactics. He took care of his own clothes and she started tearing hers off without tearing their eyes of each other. He ripped his belt out of the hoops, unzipping his pants and then went on to unbutton his shirt, all while his mouth watered up from watching her rip her top over her head. He just had to derail from his plans and reached out finding his way inside one of her bra cups. She gasped as his fingers swept over her nipple and it harden immediately. Her hands reached out and she ripped his shirt open making buttons fly all over the place. It was his turn to gasp slightly but then they both started laughing.
He let her go so he could get his shirt off. Meanwhile she threw herself on her back and got working on getting her pants off. He watched in awe, with a big grin on his face that he was unable to wipe off, as she wiggled out of her pants. She had just a pair of skimpy strings underneath and he was rather happy they didn't follow the pants down as he wanted to rip them off himself. He pulled his tank top over his head and threw it away. She gestured at him to get over to her and he tried pushing his pants and boxers down as he got up on his knees, quickly making his way up between her spread legs. He let his pants be though as he felt the need to touch her and his hands swiped up her legs as he watched her swipe one of her own hands down towards him across her stomach and the other one went up to her mouth were she bit down on one of her fingers. Just that little motion drove him crazy and he just had to have her in that very instance. He lay down on top of her and her hands immediately went down to help him push down his pants properly.
"You want me to..." he struggled to find his voice, "put something on?"
"Not for my sake," she whispered grabbing his mouth with hers and that very moment he forgot everything about it and the same second he swiped her strings to the side he easily slid inside of her. She was so wet, and so hot. He had to let go of her mouth to take a proper breath as he just rested inside of her for a while. She wouldn't let him stay still for long though as she moved her hips underneath him and her hands on his butt cheeks urged him to get going.
"Oh my God," he whispered as he slid as far into her as it was possible.
"If that's what you call him then tell him to get going," she whispered close to his ear and then bit down on his earlobe.
For a second he was about to laugh but then he felt a need to pull out of her so he could crash right back in and he focused on that instead. Her nails dug into his back as he reached bottom and then ripped down his back as he repeated the motion. The feeling of her insides closing around him as well as the slight pain from her handling of his back egged him on and he quickly got into a fast and rhythmic pace sliding in and out of her. He wanted even more of her and his mouth started exploring the side of her neck. He got his hands up into her hair which made it possible to hold her in place every time he crashed up inside of her. He could tell by the sounds she made it gave her pleasure so he kept one arm folded on top of her head as the other hand went down the side of her face. She soon found one of his fingers and she bit down on it. He grunted slightly and had to let go of her neck so he could look at her. He slid his finger further inside her mouth and she latched on with both her teeth and lips. She looked so damn hot underneath him he almost lost it. He crashed down inside of her a little harder and he watched her eyes roll back inside her head. She had to let his finger go as she gasped for air and when he saw her eyes again he caught her mouth with his. Their tongues immediately found each other and started rolling around each other. She got her knees up even further and he felt her shift slightly underneath him as she tilted her hip. The move gave him easier access and when she asked him to go faster he had no problem obliging her. He could feel he wasn't far away but he didn't want to come before her so he tried to contain himself. She seemed to feel it though and told him it was okay.
"Just let go," she moaned as he still wouldn't though.
"But..." he tried to talk but felt it hard to do trying to hold it in at the same time, "I... want... you... to..." He'd put his palms down on the bed on either side of her and tried to get up a little while he was still pounding in and out of her.
"It's okay," she said grabbing on to him so her back almost came off the bed, her mouth was just by his ear and she swiped it over his ear before she added; "We got all night don't we."
And with that he was gone. He grabbed a hold of her hair holding her down against him as he in deep and spastic thrusts came inside of her. He couldn't even remember a time when he'd come that hard and it lasted a long time and with every thrust she yelped a little. She held on to him through it all, her teeth digging in to his neck, nails buried in his back just making his experience so much more pleasurable.
When he had finally emptied himself completely inside of her he fell down panting on top of her. She was panting too but kept her mouth going down his neck and over his shoulder. He could still feel where her nails had been planted as he came. Right now though her hands swiped up and down his back. He could still feel her walls tightening inside of her and he knew his job wasn't done yet. He tried gathering himself quickly and kissed his way up her face until her mouth came to meet his.
"What can I do?" he whispered in-between slight kisses.
"Does God need a minute before round two?" she asked and he couldn't help but smile against her mouth. He nodded.
"Then use your hand," she suggested biting down on his lip. He rose up a little so he could look her in the eyes.
"Can I go down on you?" he asked with anticipation over his entire face. His ex Maria never let him, their sex life hadn't exactly been experimental.
"I would not object," she smiled and he could feel her hips thrust up against him with the same anticipation that was still on his face. He had to kiss her and before he moved down he removed her bra, showered both her nipples with feather light kisses. He had to leave her though as he felt really excited about exploring her lower parts. He got out of his pants and boxers first, feeling restrained with them around his knees but he never let her go with his eyes. She didn't make any attempt to cover herself up, didn't seem shy at all and just kept looking at him as she grabbed a hold of the bedpost with one hand and let her other hand play over her breasts.
"God you're hot," he whispered as he got down between her legs. The sight from down there was just as heavenly as from on top of her. Her strings were still resting to the side of her, exposing her wet folds and the completely shaved mound around them. He thought he had felt her Brazilian wax but now got visible proof. Just the sight made him start to tense up again but he had no plan to let this appetizing bit go untasted. He grabbed a hold of her strings and she helped him out by lifting her hips a little and he pulled them off her. It was hard for him to not stare at her inner core but he ripped his eyes from it just for a second to look at her face. Her tongue swept across her lip and she'd grabbed a hold of the bedpost with both hands now. He grinned and swept his hand up her inner thigh watching her entire body tense up.
"Don't be a tease," she breathed and he loved her eagerness. He put his lips on her mound and kissed his way down between her folds as he got his arms in underneath her and around her hip so he could control her. The smell of her aroused him and then her taste, he couldn't get enough. He chowed down feeling her body immediately try and get away from him. He feared she actually wanted to get away but the sounds she made got him thinking it was just a just an involuntary move caused by arousal. He would get that confirmed as her hand after just a few seconds came down in his hair pushing him down on her core. He had to improvise, he wasn't sure what she liked but he went by what he heard, and what he felt underneath his mouth. Her clitoris was definitely the tender spot, gently wrapping his tongue over and around it would make her moan pleasurable while sucking on to it had her gasping for air. He tried mixing the two moves up and at times travelled just an inch downwards so he could stick his tongue inside of her. He loved how she tasted and how it was like sticking his tongue inside a cave of warm sweet jam. He got flashbacks to how his mom served him warm jam as a kid, he realized it was totally inappropriate to think about his mom or childhood memories now but it was happy times, such as now. He couldn't get as deep as he wanted with his tongue though and he knew there was a spot in there that might drive her even more ecstatic. He moved up to her clit again and then pulled one of his hands down so he could stick a finger inside of her. By her sound he knew he was still doing good and he tried to find the spot with his finger as his tongue worked her clit.
"More," she groaned pushing her hips up against him. He lost a bit of momentum and looked up. Again he couldn't help but think how damn hot she looked. One hand was still holding on tight to the headboard while the other one was roughing up her hair as it went up and down between her hair and her breasts. He locked eyes with her through the tangle of blonde strands and she pinched her own nipple hard making her own body react underneath him. He had to reach up, he wanted to touch that nipple, pinch it just as hard but instead she grabbed a hold of his hand and she put the finger, the one that had just been inside of her, inside her mouth. She latched on to it and he wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything that sensual before.
"More," she repeated once she let his finger go, "use more fingers." He couldn't help but smile, he loved how she just knew what she wanted and didn't feel embarrassed to let him know. It made the experience so much better. He couldn't think about anyone he'd been with who'd done that.
He wasted no time, sucking down hard on her clit as he stuck two fingers inside of her. He was now a man on a mission. He could feel there was room so he put a third finger inside of her, moving them in and out curling them slightly every time he got as deep as possible. He could feel she was near but not quite there yet so to be able to use the length of his hand he put a forth finger inside her, just leaving his thumb out now, and at the very first go he felt the immediate reaction in her body. He had to really hold her down with his other arm and he realized how hard it was to suck down on a clit as you smiled like a freak. Her entire back arched and the noises she made drove him insane. He stayed mostly inside her rolling his fingers over an area on her inner wall that had her entire body trembling. His mouth worked her clit hard meanwhile and he both heard and felt when she finally came. Her walls tighten hard around his fingers and the previous wet cave started dripping. He couldn't help but taste her but calmed down his tongue as he could tell she was very sensitive. He carefully used his moist fingers to caress her core until he could feel her body start to relax. He missed her face and he climbed up her body but moved a little to the side as he could tell her breath was still strained. She'd put an arm over her face but he wasn't that upset since he found one of her nipples with his lips and he didn't mind giving it his attention for a while.
"Oh my God," she panted after a while.
"Yes, he's back and ready when you are," he said cheekily kissing his way up to her neck. It wasn't really what she'd meant but as she started to get feeling back to her lower half she could feel it wasn't just words as he was hard against her thigh.
He'd mostly meant it as a joke, even though it was true. He figured she would need some time but the look on her face as she pulled away her arm told him she was very much ready to go again. Again his face lit up with anticipation. He was about to climb up over her again but then she instead pulled him with her up, leaving them upright, facing each other. He had to reach out and touch her cheek, then stroked back some of her ruffled hair. He knew he smiled like an idiot but he didn't care. The smile turned nervous though as she pushed him back on his heels and he stayed a bit nervous, nervous anticipation, as she very sultry climbed up on his lap. His hands went to her hips, greeting her, welcoming her but then just rested there, fully okay with her running this show as long as he was one of the participants. His eyes were mesmerized by her face but every now and then his eyes went down her perfect body.
She brought a hand down between them and grabbed a hold of him. Slowly she lowered herself down over him and they inhaled simultaneously when she got all the way to the base. He moved a hand up to brush some hair back over her shoulder so he could see her breast and he got his mouth down over her entire areola but then focused in on her nipple. She threw her head back when he used his teeth on it. She'd been circling her hips slowly but he could feel she wanted to pick up the pace and he let her nipple go to give her room. He brought his hand up into her hair and grabbed on so he could force her face to stay in front of his as she started to move up and down over him. He loved holding on to her eyes and wanted to look at her as she came but soon the intimacy seemed to get too much for her and even though he had a hard grip in her hair she wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself into him. It was okay though as he buried his face in her neck and her face was etched in his mind as he closed his eyes taking in her scent. She was beautiful and he could stay in this moment forever. Her arms were wrapped around his neck while his hands were all over her back. He loved how soft her skin was, he could feel a few scars under his fingertips at times and he lingered there for a while wanting to take inventory, to remember everything about every spot of her body. Every imperfection was perfection on her.
The position got a little too stale for her though and she started to part from him, pulling herself off him. He reached for her with a bit of despair on his face as he didn't understand what was happening.
"Don't worry," she whispered with a smile and planted a kiss on his lips as she grabbed a hold of his hands to again get him to follow her. She held his hands up a little, spinning herself in under them so he ended up behind her. He'd followed her on his knees like a little puppy up to the headboard.
"I'm warning you though, you can make me come like a banshee," she whispered and he loved the mix of cheekiness and embarrassment on her face as she made that confession glancing at him over her shoulder. She'd dropped his hands on her shoulders and as she grabbed a hold of the headboard there was no question about what position she wanted. For a second his mind wondered which opening to visit but with what he'd previously learned about her anatomy and that her current aim seemed to be crazy release he figured he got his answer. He wondered though if she would allow him access to the other socket, if she was in to that. He'd never tried it and couldn't lie to himself right now, he was curious. He couldn't believe that he was even thinking about that since just hours ago the thought of having sex with his squad mate hadn't even been on the table. He tried to get control of his smile as he moved in behind her. He planted kisses up her spine and he felt her curve up against him almost like a kitten. He got his hand in underneath her, grazed her breast. He caressed his way down to her mound, sliding a finger in between her folds as his mouth dug in through hair to find her neck. He heard her gasp as his finger found her clit and he started rubbing her gently as he pushed his harden self against her butt cheeks.
"Get inside me," she whimpered once she wanted more than his finger and he had no problem satisfying her request. Sliding inside her felt familiar now but she hadn't been kidding about the fact she was very sensitive in this position. It only took a thrust or two to get her panting hard and finding her fists on the headboard with his own hands he could feel how hard she was already holding on to it.
"I'm not hurting you am I?" he had to ask moving his mouth up to her ear.
"No way," she said with some strain to her voice but then her voice got clearer and with a hint of cheekiness as she added; "But feel free to."
He chuckled a bit managing to keep out the slight uneasiness he found in that last… request? Why would he ever want to hurt her? Why would she want him to? Was it just a crack or did she really get off on it? He tried to get the thoughts out of his mind and it wasn't hard at all as he felt the walls inside her start to close in on him with every new thrust. He moved his hand back in underneath her and pulled her right leg a little further out to get better access, it had immediate effect as she yelped a little at the next thrust. He moved his hand up her body, staying to play with her nipple just briefly before he went all the way up to her neck. His fingers quickly found her mouth and she bit down on them. It got him moving a little faster in and out of her and soon she had to let his fingers go to be able to breathe. She started rambling a bit incoherently but he picked up a few dirty words here and there and it brought the smile back on his face. He felt her inner walls work hard now and soon he had her peeking, again trying to both get away from him at the same time as she pushed herself harder back against him. She screamed 'sweet jesus' when she got over the edge and he slowed down a little giving her time to get her breath back.
He stayed inside her though, enjoying feeling the aftermath, the small spasms in her walls, the trembling in her entire body. He used the time to taste every inch of her sweat glistering shoulder blades and learning how her nipple worked after an orgasm. He could tell when she'd come down enough to keep going as she started moving her hips again. She clearly hadn't had enough. He let her set the pace for a while but then took over as he could feel her starting to climb another peak. She certainly hadn't been kidding about this position and this time she couldn't even hold on to the headboard. She fell down on the bed, hands grasping the bed cover and gasping hard. He hurried to scramble together some pillows under her hip and then more or less forced her down to rest against them. And she needed it as just seconds later she was on another wild ride throwing out curses as she close to ripped the mattress clasping on to it with animalistic frenzy. He got his hands down above hers wanting a part of that too and she let him entwine his fingers with hers. It worked to her advantage as he forced her hands down and as he got pulled in to her close to predacious state he bit down on her neck sending her over the edge with a few short but deep thrusts.
"Oh my God, Oh my god, Oh my God," she panted coming down and he again salvaged the aftermath, the ripples in her entire body after yet another orgasm. It made him feel proud too. He hadn't been able to make his ex come in many years so he'd forgotten just how good it felt to be able to satisfy a woman in bed. He could do this all night, just make her come over and over again.
Amanda wasn't a stranger to orgasms and she knew her body very well and what she needed to get there. She had to admit this was beyond even her expectations though. She had great lovers over the years. On that scale Nate had been good, he'd been able to make her come but he'd been to focus on his own release to fully commit to hers. Just looking at Nick she had figured he probably wasn't that bad in bed, and yes she had thought about it, but she had also thought he was a bit of a choir boy even between the sheets, not able to pull much else out than the missionary. If it wasn't for the alcohol then maybe she wouldn't have been so bold, then maybe she would've let him lead but so far he didn't seem stiff at all. Well at least not stiff in his actions, a part of him was still stiff but now Amanda wasn't sure she could take another round, she was already tender all over.
"I can't," she mumbled as he kept moving in and out of her.
"What?" he mumbled as he hadn't heard her properly fully absorbed by a crease at the bottom of her neck that he found adorable and absolutely yummy. He stopped though as he felt her try and get out from underneath him. He longed for her the very second he slid out of her and he couldn't wipe the lovesick-puppy-dog-look off his face. He watched her back as she sat up on the bed below him. He feared she was getting up but should've known better. Instead she turned back towards him and yanked his leg a little to get him to scoot down a bit on the bed. He did as commanded, lifting his upper body up a bit with his hands and moving his hips down towards her.
He looked a bit shocked as she got her hands on his erect self. She used both hands first but then let go so one hand could massage his balls. It felt so good and it was a treat to see her there, naked on his bed, with obvious signs on her face, not to mention her ruffled hair, about the bliss she'd just experienced. He got a bit stunned again though as she met his eyes briefly just before she bent down over him and he couldn't breath as he saw her face go down behind his erect cook, her lips touching the sensitive skin between his balls and cook and then slowly working her way up to the very tip. Her eyes flashed up to meet his right before her mouth crashed down all around him and he fell back on the bed just briefly missing the headboard. He just stared up at the roof for a while as he took in the sensation of himself inside her mouth. She was good. She was really good. Her tongue worked efficiently and she was able to bring him far down her throat. What magic lamp had he rubbed this morning? Had he found a lucky coin? What had he done to deserve this?
He couldn't even remember when he got a blow job last. He'd forgotten how amazing it felt. He had to see it though and he grabbed a pillow and got it in under his head so he could still lie down but see her at the same time. She'd lied down on one side, thankfully so she faced him, and had shoved one of her hands in underneath him a little. He could feel her fingers digging in to his butt a bit. The other hand helped out to work his cock. It felt weird but amazing to see her in action. He wasn't sure what gave him most pleasure, the sensation of her going all the way down to his base or seeing her with his cock in her mouth. It was double the pleasure. He could tell her eyes watered up though and he feared for a while she was close to choking herself for his sake. He got up a little on his elbows, reached down to touch her cheek. She got her head up, swallowing hard a few times as her hand kept going up and down on him. She looked a bit… detached and he reached out again to touch her cheek and his finger swiped under her eye catching a few mascara colored teardrops.
"I'm okay," she said with a hint of a smile, "it's perfectly normal." She found his concern sweet although she mostly preferred 'sweet' to stay out of the bedroom. He still looked concerned though so she smiled wider and made a face that hopefully would persuade him. Finally he smiled and then lay back down as she continued.
He wanted to lie there the entire night, he could totally surrender to this service all night long but it seemed he wasn't in agreement with the specific part getting the service. He was soon having a hard time keeping his hips from thrusting up against her and she wasn't helping as she picked up speed. She could feel he was trying to hold it in though and keeping her hand going she tried to quickly find her voice as she looked up at him.
"I can swallow or you want to come on me?" she asked like it was the most normal thing in the world. He shook his head though, face completely pale and she got worried for him for a second.
It was just something about coming on a woman's face or even on a body. Sure he already felt as though he was in his own erotic movie but it was something so sleazy about ejaculating like that. He hadn't seen that many pornos in his life but the one he had seen it was always like that. The guy squirting all over like an animal marking his territory. She wasn't his to claim.
"I want to come inside you," he managed to say even though he was holding his breath. She looked a bit confused, wasn't swallowing coming inside of her?
"Like really inside of you," he repeated as he caught her look.
"Oh," she said and got up a bit never having lost the momentum in her hand and didn't now either. She kept going as she climbed over him and then just stopped right before she sat down on top of him. The softness and warmth reminded him off her mouth but it was really nice to be able to see her and she looked damn sexy sitting on top of him. He wanted her closer for this though and without giving her a choice he got up so he could roll her over on her back. He'd stayed inside her the entire time and he quickly found a fast and steady phase thrusting in and out of her. Her hands were resting on his lower back while he had his on either side of her head so he could really look at her. She looked a bit uncomfortable under his intense stare but at the same time she bit her lip and he could feel her walls working inside of her. He put his elbows down so he could get a little closer to her and his hands swiped over her face brushing away small strands of hair so he could get a clear sight of her. Her eyes searched for one of his hands like she had to get away from his stare but he laid down capturing her mouth and thereby forcing her to face him. He let her mouth go but every time she tried to hide her face away he caught her mouth or followed her to one side catching her eyes again. Her hands came up to capture his head and he had to smile as he could so easily see through her, she did it just to be able to push his head down to kiss her so she wouldn't have to face him. He didn't mind kissing her but he most of all wanted to see her and then there was something else he wanted.
"Can you come with me?" he asked. He was impressed he'd been able to hold it in this long but he wouldn't mind waiting even longer if they could just come at the same time. She looked close to scared as she took in his question but then nodded after just a few seconds of hesitation.
"Let me," she breathed looking down a bit and he held up so she could move her hip a little. He felt it tilting up against him and he had to capture her neck with a kiss just because he loved how she knew her body so well and perhaps also because she was willing to accommodate his wish. He kept trailing kisses up to her ear where he stopped and pushed his nose down into her ear and sniffed. He heard her giggle and it got him giggly too. He came back to face her as she was wrapping her legs up around his hip and he could feel it and also see on her face when she was ready for him to pick it up again. Again she started her little avoidance dance with her eyes, trying to get away from his but he kept pinning her eyes down only letting her get away when her eyes started to roll back in her head out of pleasure. His own eyes were starting to get blurry but he kept his mouth close to hers, breathing the same air as her.
"What you need?" he panted not caring about grammar right now as he felt himself close to release.
"Harder," she panted and then yelped as he immediately indulged her wish.
"And faster," she added quickly while she still had her voice and she dug her nails into his back. He gave her what she wanted but also knew what he wanted. He grabbed a hold of her hair, forcing her head down on the bed so he could catch her eyes. He kept going hard and fast, never letting go of her eyes, until he felt her inner walls really tightening up and the moment he felt her whole body tense up as she was about to go over the edge he let himself go too and her muscles squeezed down around him forcing him to basically roar. Her walls kept erupting along with him and he could never remember ever having been part of such an amazing sensation. He fell down panting hard, trying to get his lips on her skin but failing as he was completely washed out. He managed to roll off her though as he could feel she was just as out of breath. His hand stayed on her chest as they both ended up on their backs next to each other. He could feel her heart beating underneath his palm and he closed his eyes just feeling the rhythm as all he could hear was his own panting. Suddenly that giggly feeling washed over him again and he chuckled a bit opening his eyes back up.
"You okay?" he asked tilting his head towards her. He could feel that her heart had calmed down and his fingers had sneaked down over her breast, slowly caressing her soft nipple just because he liked the feel of it. She nodded heartily, biting down a little on her lip and shooting him a cheeky sideways glance.
"That was amazing," he said stroking some sweat off his own forehead. She had to agree. It had been. Calming down though she got an uneasy feeling in her gut. Maybe this hadn't been such a smart idea after all? Why did she always have to do this? Why did she always have to mess things up? She rolled over to her side, away from him so he wouldn't see the conflicting feelings playing over her face. It wouldn't be right to make him feel bad about it too, she had started this after all.
His hand slid off her as she rolled over and he immediately missed the touch. He looked back over at her, or more so her back now. Had she turned away from him on purpose or was she just tired? She might just be tired though, he thought to himself smiling. His hand went down to his crotch. He was definitely tired he thought smiling to himself. He'd come twice in one night. Of course he was tired, that hadn't happen for years. And she came four times right? Had he really made her come four times? He couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He looked back over at her though and hoped she felt good too. He couldn't make himself ask again. It would sound needy. He didn't want to come off needy. He instead took the time to study her back, look at the scars he'd felt. Of course there was the scar up on her shoulder, the through and through last year. It had healed nicely. On the other side of her back a little further down she had two straight scars, about an inch each. They weren't linear. It looked as though they could be knife wounds, hopefully her ribcage stopped them from being more than shallow. Even further down, were her back became her ass, and a very fine ass he had to add… his thoughts lost track as he realized what a mess his bed were.
The pillows, all but one, were shoved up towards the night stand, the single one was down by his feet for some reason he couldn't account for right now. The bedspread that had been down by the foot of the bed was nowhere to be seen. The cover was half way down on the floor and even the sheet was torn from the mattress. Signs of one wild session and it pleased him. Looking back over at her now though he wished he had something to cover her with, not that he had a problem looking at her, no he would love to keep staring at her but it just seemed like the chivalrous thing to do. She didn't seem cold though, or even uncomfortable. He loved that she seemed comfortable in just her skin. He reached for one of the pillows and put it under his head. He never slept without sleepwear and at any other time if he would, for some odd reason, find himself naked in bed he would've at least covered himself up. Right now though he had no such desire, he felt perfectly comfortable all splayed out next to her. With his eyes on her back, lit up by the soft light from the bathroom catching her blonde locks perfectly, he started to drift off to sleep.
It didn't take long though until he woke up as she got up off the bed.
"You can stay," he said hoarsely as he saw her get her top off the floor and pulling it over her head. He tried to make it sound casually and fought hard to not add what he really wanted to say. Please stay the night. Please curl up next to me. Please be here in the morning so I can kiss you in the morning rays. Please spend the night so I can make you breakfast in the morning.
"Nah," she said as she squatted down by the bed to try and find the rest of her clothes. She had some faint memory of her bra going down the same way as her top.
He got up a little, grabbing for the sheet to be able to cover himself up a bit.
"I don't think walking into the squad room tomorrow in the same outfit would be such a hit," she added as she got up to search elsewhere for the remainder of her garments. She found her bra but just held on to it as she found a sock and got that one on instead. He handed her the other sock as he spotted it on the bed and she gave him an awkward thanks as she took it from him. He could tell her eyes tried to avoid his. He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want this to feel awkward for her.
"You want me to drive you home?" he asked to try and keep it civil. She'd found her jeans but she couldn't find her panties and just started to get her jeans on without them. It wouldn't be the first time she got home late without panties. She was such a slut.
"I don't think you should get behind a wheel either, but thanks," she said shoving down her bra in her back pocket. He tried to hide his smile but something about the idea of her getting in to a cab with her bra in her pocket made him feel giddy. He'd been the one who removed it in the first place.
She gave up on finding her panties and just rose back up trying to sort through her hair a little with her fingers.
"If you," she started and gestured around the bed a little, "If you find my… panties… just… toss them okay." He was getting up off the bed with the sheet around his hip but she put her hand up in the air.
"No, stay, I can find my way out," she said quickly, "and… well thanks." She had already turned and before he could get a word out she was already through the bedroom door. He was left a bit stunned on the bed and all he could really do was listening for the door to close and with that she was gone. He looked around a little feeling a bit lost and… well lonely. He pulled up the cover from the floor and tossing it back up on the bed her panties, or more so strings, came tumbling out. He just looked at them for a while, a sad reminder of what a price he'd just had in his bed but lost. He grabbed them and laid back down looking at them in his hand. He rolled over to the side, reaching out to touch the bed where she'd just been. It was still a bit warm and he moved over there to keep some of her there, or at least some of her warmth. He pulled the cover over himself hugging her panties close to his chest. No one saw him so he didn't care how silly it looked. With her undergarments in a tight grip and her previous presence felt all over and inside his body he drifted off to sleep.
She beat him to the station the following morning and he didn't get a chance to talk to her as Liv called him in immediately. He only had the chance to say good morning to her and she answered with the same breezy morning and the same smile. He wasn't sure what he had hoped for but perhaps something else, something more. Liv wanted a short briefing on a case they just closed, apparently Barba had called wanting some more background and Nick would have to write it up for him. Nick just agreed to everything so he could get back outside as soon as possible.
Both Liv and Nick spotted Fin walking in with a pair of sunglasses on though and Liv shot Nick an amused look before she headed out.
"Don't tell me," she said trying to not sound too amused. She really had no problem with a slight hung-over they had after all had a however brief rendezvous with Munch last night but she was the boss now so she had to act as the boss.
"Just tell me you and Rollins can head over to Memorial to talk to a potential victim," she said holding out a post-it to her shade covered detective.
"I can go with her," Nick jumped in quickly hoping for a chance to talk with Amanda. Liv shot him a look but then shook her head.
"No, you better get on that case Barba wants, it sounded urgent but what doesn't sound urgent when it comes to him?" Liv walked back into his office though and Nick threw Amanda a sad look. She had her head turned away though trying to get Fin moving.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked though following them as she'd gotten Fin back up from his chair. He tried to keep his voice down but Fin glanced over his shoulder at him. It was hard to know what he thought because of the shades.
"Yeah, why shouldn't I be?" she said flippant though and just hurried by Fin. Fin kept looking at Nick who sat down at his desk quickly. Had last night just been a dream? He knew it hadn't been. He still had the marks of her nails on his back. The memory of her taste, of her sounds, how her body had felt under his touch, they were all too vivid to be just a dream. It had been like a dream though. The most incredible, raunchy sensation he'd ever experienced. And he didn't want it to be just a dream. He wanted more. He wanted more of her. He wanted her.