A/N – trying to keep momentum so here's the next one. Thanks for the reviews, I love them, they're like food for the writer's soul ...
The whole starting each chapter with a phrase from that chapter thing is a shout out to a certain someone who is obsessed with MIC (made in chelsea)
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Two
"Can't you just buy a bigger apartment?" - Alex
Liv stared at the pile of clothes and shoes on the bed, realising that in living alone for so long she'd inadvertently fallen into bad ways, like hoarding everything she owned and never throwing a damn thing away.
Alex stood in the doorway, chuckling at the sight of her long-time friend and old lover toying with a faded and frankly far-too-small-for-her tan leather jacket.
"You could give it to Rollins?" Alex suggested, making her reappearance known. "I've done the kitchen cupboards," she added, "Once I threw out everything that expired before 2010 there really wasn't much left."
"You mean you left me with food that's only two years out of date?"
"Well I didn't want to leave you with nothing." Alex quipped.
"Why won't you call her 'Amanda'?" Liv asked after a moment. "You always say Rollins, like we're at work."
Alex shrugged. "Well that's where I know her from Liv, work ... you've never exactly introduced us on the outside."
Liv sighed, flinging the tan leather jacket across the room and into a pile that an onlooker would call 'circa 1999'. "It's just that, when we split for that time, you were the one supporting me and I guess I felt bad, y'know?"
Her comment didn't make a lot of sense, so Alex waited for more but when the rest never came she continued. "That's a half-assed statement Liv if ever I heard one." She took a seat on Olivia's guest bed, realising that she'd never really spent much time in this room, she never had any reason to. "Felt bad for whom? Me? Or Amanda?"
Liv smiled at the way the attorney drew out her girlfriend's name in emphasis. Alex sat on the bed amidst a pile of clothes from their past, gently fingering a pair of Liv's jeans which she remembered fondly.
"I got those in the Cape," Liv mumbled, "remember?"
Alex nodded. "Yeah ... something happened to the ones you took ..." She blushed slightly at the memory, not out of any continued feelings harboured for her friend but simply because it was a very good memory.
"You ripped them." Liv pointed out, amused at Alex's faraway stare. Nowadays, having Alex in her life like this made her smile. They would always be ex-lovers with turbulent history but like others in her 'work-family', Alex knew her better than most.
"It seems such a shame to give all this away ..." Alex mused, looking at the generous pile, and they'd not even made it to Olivia's main closet yet. "Can't you just buy a bigger apartment?" She suggested. "That's what I'd do."
Liv chuckled. "I know you would! Sadly some of us are bound by these things called a cops salary!"
"Rubbish!" Alex challenged her. "You're just determined to leave this apartment in a box Liv, you always have been."
It was said with love, and kindness, and the sort of understanding that comes from having watched someone you love grow - out of their old clothes and into a new life. Olivia stared at the tall blonde, occupying space next to her past and a pile of belongings she was ready to give away in order to make some space for the new blonde in her life. She took a seat with Alex on the bed. "I've lived here most of my adult life Alex, this apartment has been there for me when no one else was."
Alex sighed. "I know, and it has memories of Calvin, and your Mom, but Liv ...?" She paused, though Olivia had softened over the years she was still the same person underneath, prone to overreaction when brought face to face with the thing she didn't want to see. "Have you ever considered that it's them that's holding you back?"
Liv was dozing on the sofa when her phone rang sometime late in the evening. She reached across for it, seriously hoping that it wouldn't be Cragen calling her in to work on her day off. She smiled when she saw Amanda's face on the screen, quickly forgetting how tired she had been just moments before.
"Hey baby, how's Atlanta?"
Amanda grinned at the enthusiasm in Liv's voice. "Same old, same old, I'm working on not killing my sister ..."
"Uh oh." Liv wondered if Kim would ever be ready to grow up. "Did you talk to your Mom?"
"Yeah, she's super excited about us moving in together, started asking me when I'm coming back down here to clear out all the crap she's been storing for me in the garage!"
Liv chuckled. "Um, about that?" Her hesitance set Amanda's teeth on edge. "Are you sure you're okay with moving into my apartment, I mean, we never really talked about it, I just sort of presumed ..."
Amanda breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Of course, Liv, what's this about?"
Liv sighed. "Just Alex was here helping me clear out and I suppose she got me thinking about whether it might not be better to make a fresh start ..."
Something in her girlfriend's voice told Amanda that this was a bigger issue than she was letting on. Not wanting to over, or under play - she chose her next words carefully. "Liv, baby ... I'm not saying that maybe I won't wanna move someplace else in the future." She paused. "But right now, I wanna move in with you and your place is more practical, it's bigger, it's rent controlled and I like it." She added. "It reminds me of you, and I love you."
Liv giggled. "I love you too baby, and I can't wait to have you here all the time, day and night."
Her voice came out sexier and softer than she'd intended it to and the subtle shift in Amanda's voice from clear and bright, to deep and rasping, didn't go unnoticed.
"What were you doing before I called?" Amanda asked, more than a hint of suggestion to her words.
"Just napping, on the couch. I was tired from all the clearing out." Liv replied, feigning not seeing where the conversation was headed.
"I just had a shower." Amanda purred. "And I forgot to put on any panties before I called you ..."
Liv's breath suddenly left her chest, leaving her momentarily speechless. She pictured the blonde cross legged on the bed in her old bedroom, wearing nothing but a t-shirt to sleep in. It answered the question of where her favourite sleep-shirt had disappeared to when she hunted for it the night before. "Tell me what you're wearing?" Liv breathed, huskily.
"Your 'Ramones' tee." Amanda replied. "It fits me better anyhow, things are less ... tight." She added, thinking about how she loved the sight of the brunette's ample chest restrained in a tattered old t-shirt before bedtime.
"Thief ..."
Amanda's eyes slammed closed and she brought her legs quickly together. Amazed at how Liv's voice could make an entirely un-sexy word sound so seductive. "God Liv."
"I might have to punish you for that." Liv continued, shuffling to make herself more comfortable on the couch. She glanced over towards the window, ensuring that she wouldn't be giving any of her neighbours across the street a free show. "Maybe I'll start by frisking you to make sure you're not carrying any concealed weapons."
Amanda slid her right hand down to the inside of her right thigh, knowing that if she just moved her fingers a centimetre to the left she'd be more than wet and ready.
"You need to help me though." Liv continued. "Tell me, are you hiding anything anywhere I ought to know about?"
"No ..." Amanda strangled a response. "Nothing."
"Good, spread your legs."
Amanda hissed and dug her fingertips into her inner thigh, knowing that it would be so much better if she waited until she was told. "They already are ..."
"Dirty girl." Liv smiled, picturing the blonde with her legs apart, hand resting somewhere on her stomach or thigh. She'd watched Amanda touch herself enough times to be able to produced a very accurate visual, it was actually one of her most favourite things. "Mmm, I can smell you." She whispered in the blonde's ear. "Are you wet?"
Amanda whimpered in response.
"I'll take that as a yes." Liv paused for a moment, collecting herself. "Naughty girls always get so turned on when I frisk them." She mumbled, words stringing together in a lust filled haze. "They press their bodies into me, begging me to touch them, begging me to run my fingers up their inner thigh and slip deep into wet, aching heat." She heard Amanda stifle a moan and bit her bottom lip in effort to continue. Liv's own hand had made its way beneath the waistband of her NYPD sweats and she lavished herself with long, slow strokes. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes!" Amanda howled, repeating again but quieter. "Yes, please, God, Liv ..."
"Touch yourself." Liv commanded, the speed of her own hand increasing. She listened to the tiny gasps coming from Amanda as she finally allowed herself the pressure she'd been craving. "Just your clit." Liv instructed, "Naughty girls have to earn it."
Amanda rubbed deliberate circles around her clit, listening to the honeyed voice in her ear. She longed for more, aching to feel rough fingertips pinching against her nipples, rolling and tugging before lavishing them with soothing, cooling licks. Just the thought of it made her hips buck and a fresh surge of wetness coated her hand. "Liv ... nnng!"
"What?" Liv asked, deep dulcet tones like soft kisses upon Amanda's lips. "What baby, tell me what you need?"
"More!" Amanda begged. "I need more!"
"You want me inside you?" Liv suggested. Her own fingers had already begun to dip inside her entrance, gathering up fresh moisture and repeating over and over again. "Tell me, tell me it's what you want."
"Gah, please...?" Amanda begged, her hips bucking frantically against her hand. She knew that she'd come apart the second her fingers went inside. "I need you, I need you inside me, I always need you inside me ..."
Liv's shuddered at Amanda's words, her own orgasm trickling through her like riding the crest of a wave in the blazing sunshine. She fought hard to keep it together to bring the blonde with her. "Do it." Liv instructed, her words short and ragged. "Do it, I want you to fuck yourself like I would fuck you ..."
Amanda plunged her fingers into her burning centre, pumping and curling just a few times before she felt her orgasm take over, releasing a long pent up moan into Olivia's ear. "Fuck ... baaaaaaby ..."
Liv smirked. "I can't wait for you to come home."
Hehe ... I can't wait for Amanda to get home either ...
R&R :)