AN: I'm so glad you're enjoying this story so far! Here is the next installment. I'm sorry to say that my updates will not always be this quick.
Chapter 2:
As Amanda's lips touched hers, Olivia felt hot sparks spread through her body. Touching someone hadn't made her feel this way in a long time. In fact, she hadn't wanted to be touched at all since Lewis. Pushing thoughts of her abductor to the back of her mind, she began to kiss the blonde in earnest. Flicking her tongue over the blonde's delicious bottom lip she was immediately granted entrance.
When she tasted her detective's mouth for the first time, the brunette moaned into their kiss. The noise seemed to spark Amanda on as she moved to straddle Olivia's lap, groaning as her super heated core made contact with Olivia's stomach. The Sargent grinned into their kiss, using her strong hands to pull Amanda's hips closer to her own.
As the blonde began involuntarily rocking into the beautiful woman beneath her, Liv's hands began to wander, pulling the hem of Amanda's sweatshirt up to expose a strip of bare skin between baggy sweat pants and tight wife beater. Goose bumps broke out over pale flesh in the wake of gentle finger tips. Breaking their kiss, the detective pulled the hoodie over her head, tossing it to the floor.
She made eye contact with Liv, whose brown orbs were filled with lust and wonder. The brunette maintained the eye contact as she began to trace the bullet hole in the blonde's shoulder before leaning down to gently kiss the puckered flesh. Amanda's breath hitched and she began to shake lightly. Olivia pulled the strap of the tank top to the side revealing a long thick horizontal scar that stretched from Amanda's sternum to her arm pit.
"Amanda..." Liv trailed off.
"Surgical scar. Long story, which I will tell you some time if you want to hear it."
The blonde took a deep breath before continuing.
"Liv, I've got a lot of scars. Not all of them were inflicted on my by others."
She looked down to her own lap, blonde hair falling across her face in a curtain. Olivia gently tilted her chin until her detective was forced to look her in the eyes.
"Hon, we all have scars. Some of the worst ones can't even be seen. Yours make you beautiful."
Amanda gasped, biting her lip before letting out a quiet sob. She rested her face in the crook of the strong neck beneath her while Liv ran soothing fingers through her hair.
"I've got scars too 'Manda. From Lewis, from things before him too. No one has touched me like this since he abducted me. I'm as scared as you are."
Amanda shook with quiet laughter, looking up at her new... friend? Lover?
"Honey, you're not scared of anything. That's one of the things that makes you so damn sexy!" the blonde exclaimed.
"Well, tell you what. How about we slow this down a little bit, get to know each other?" the brunette questioned. "Then we can be a little more comfortable being so... exposed."
"That actually sounds pretty good Sarge," Amanda smiled. "But, um... would it be to much to sleep with you tonight? Just sleep! I don't want to go home alone. Franny and I are really good cuddlers, I promise!"
"I could do with some cuddling, actually" smiled the brunette before kissing the southerner on the forehead.
Liv patted her on the legs, indicating that she should get up. After the stood, she took the blondes hand and led her to the bedroom whistling for Franny on the way. The two crawled into bed, getting under the covers before snuggling into each other. Olivia patted the comforter giving the pooch her cue to join them. Franny quickly curled into a ball at the foot of the bed. It wasn't long before the women nodded off, holding each other tightly. The three of them slept peacefully through the night.
During the night, the women had become entwined. Amanda had one leg thrown over Liv's and an arm draped over her rib cage, just below her breasts. The blonde's head rested on a strong shoulder. Olivia woke well rested and content for the first time in as long as she could remember. She smiled into the blonde hair that had somehow made its way across her face.
She slowly pulled the hair off of her face, tucking it behind Amanda's ear. The hardened Sargent found herself softening by the minute while pressed into the mattress under the weight of her detective. The southern woman was beautiful, even more so in her sleep while so relaxed. Liv knew it wasn't everone who found themselves lucky enough to wake up next to the still snoozing blonde.
After several minutes of watching the other woman sleep, the brunette began to slowly extricate herself from their tangled limbs. Franny chose that moment to wake up, and climb on top of them waking her mistress with slobbery kisses to the face.
"Ugh! Franny, stop it I'm awake!" squealed Amanda.
She tried hiding behind Olivia, which the older woman found incredibly adorable.
"Morning hon. Seems like someone would like to be walked and fed, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah... I was just so comfy," the blonde pouted.
"Well, how about we walk her together. We can stop by the cafe down the block and grab coffee and croissants. Then we can head back to your place and feed the beast," Olivia paused. "Not that you have to spend the day with me, if you had other plans..."
Amanda silenced her nervous babble by pressing her lips to Olivia's in a sweet kiss.
"We would love to spend the day with you actually," replied the younger woman shyly.
The women quickly got up, got dressed and headed out for a walk. Within a few seconds of the apartment building, they found themselves holding hands. Neither knew which one of them initiated it, but both knew it felt good. Franny happily trotted next to them, sniffing and wagging her tail. By the time they reached the cafe she had done her business and was content to wait in line with them.
Without having to discuss the logistics, they divided up the responsibility of holding the leash while one of them ate their croissant, then the other. Olivia made sure to save a little piece, which she fed to Franny. She seemed to know that they way to the dog's heart was through her stomach. After they finished their coffee their hands once again became tangled as if by magnets. They made small talk, trading little bits of information about themselves between lingering kisses.
Soon they found themselves back at Amanda's place, curled up on the couch together after feeding Franny.
"What do you want to do with our day 'Manda?"
"This is pretty excellent. I'd like to tell you some things I think you should know before jumping into... whatever this is, with me. But I need to tell you as my friend, not my commanding officer. Is that okay?"
"I want to know anything about you that you're willing to share with me. And, we're off the clock. Here in your apartment we are just Amanda and Olivia, okay?"
The brunette slid her arm around the detective's shoulders, hugging the younger woman to her chest.
"I was born with a medical condition called Thoracic Outlet Syndrome. Basically the space between my collar bones and my first ribs is more narrow than it should be. This puts pressure on the veins and nerves in my biracial plexus. It causes pain, tingling, numbness, muscle weakness, migraines, dizziness, jaw pain..." she sighs, blowing her hair out of her face.
"It sucks. But it was manageable until I was eighteen. I got in an accident that messed me up pretty good. I needed some surgery to repair my shoulder and collar bone. After that, the space between my rib and my collar bone got even smaller. Eventually I had to have my rib removed to prevent me loosing all function in my arm. Hence, the big ass scar on my chest."
She takes a moment to look at the brunette, who has paid close attention to every word. She sees nothing but kindness and worry reflected back at her.
"Wow Amanda, that sounds terrible. I'm sorry you had to go through all that," speaks the Sargent softly.
"Yeah. Well, here's the thing. I got shot in the same arm, as you saw last night. The scar tissue from the bullet wound has caused complications with my TOS. I'm in near constant pain now. The medication I'm on is good, but sometimes it's not enough. I end up drinking to try and take the edge off," the detective looks down in shame.
"Please don't be ashamed hon. I'm here for you now. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Well, I've got a pretty big doctors appointment in a few weeks. Maybe, if you're not too busy, you could come with me? I've been alone through all of this, and it would be nice to have some company."
"Absolutely. Thank you for trusting me. I promise it's not misplaced," stated Olivia resolutely.
"I know it's not. Now, as interesting as I am, let's stop talking about me for a little while. Can you tell me something about yourself?"
"Alright. Well, I think I'll start at the beginning and tell you about my mother. Her name was Serena and she was beautiful..."
AN: Yes this is a cliffy, however Serena Benson really needs her own chapter.