Name: Sick

Word Count: 674

Pairing: Rolivia

Rating: T

Another sneeze, another sniffle.

Amanda looked up to see her boss at the coffee machine, tissue in her hand as she sipped her hot drink.

"You okay there, Lieu?" She asked skeptically. Olivia looked over and she could immediately tell that the older woman was fighting a cold.

"Yea.. Cold's been going around at Noah's daycare. Apparently I'm no exception."

Amanda smiled, standing up. She walked over to her boss, touching the back of her hand to Olivia's forehead.

The taller woman's eyes widened and she furrowed her brow, "Uh.. What are you doing?"

"You're hot."

A brow arched, "Excuse me?"

Amanda blushed, pulling her hand away. "I mean you.. you have a fever. You should go home and get some rest."

Olivia scoffed, turning back to her office, "Yes, boss." She bit sassily.

Amanda smirked. She knew Olivia'd put up a fight if she said something about going home, she didn't expect anything less.

She grabbed her keys and phone, then walked into Olivia's office too. "I'm gonna take you home, boss. I don't think anyone here would appreciate getting sick. Fin and Carisi can handle things for a few hours."

Olivia stood up, proving Amanda's point when she sneezed, then groaned. "I'm sorry, when did you become my caretaker?"

"Right now. Let's go. I'll make you some soup."

…..

Olivia sighed as she sunk down onto her couch. She would never admit it, but she was thankful to be home.

She looked up at the younger woman, moving around in her kitchen, and her cheeks reddened. She was lucky she could blame the blush on her fever, because seeing the blonde in her home, making soup, was oddly domestic and it gave her a stirring in her belly.

"Why don't you get into something less dressy and get into bed? I'll bring your soup and some medicine when I'm done." Amanda smiled from the kitchen.

"You know it's just a cold right? I can take care of myself."

"Sure ya can, but that doesn't mean you have to."

Olivia sighed, but stood up, groaning and sniffling her way into her bedroom. She grabbed a long sleep shirt and changed into it quickly, foregoing sweats. With a fever, she was hot already. She turned on her ceiling fan, and got into bed, letting out a long breath.

A few moments later, there was a light knock on her door. Amanda smiled, seeing the older woman laying sprawled out on her bed.

She bit her lip at the sight of long, tan legs. She didn't want to ogle her boss while she was sick. It didn't feel right.

"I made you some chicken soup, and brought some decongestant for your sinuses. It has tylenol too, good for fever."

She set the soup and tablets down on the side table, then clicked her tongue. "You need water for the pills. I'll be right back."

A hand caught her as she went to walk away. "Thank you." Olivia said softly, fingers wrapped around the younger woman's lithe wrist. "You didn't have to do this."

Amanda smiled, turning back to look at the older woman, sitting up and resting her weight on her left hand. Somehow, even in pajamas with a red nose, she looked gorgeous.

Amanda placed her palm against the other woman's forehead, then brushed it down to her cheek. "You should the medicine soon. You're a little warmer than before." She murmured, thumb brushing a prominent cheek bone.

Olivia hummed, never taking her sleepy, dark eyes off of the blonde.

The younger woman couldn't hold out anymore. Without thinking, she leaned down and pressed her lips to Olivia's in a soft, demanding kiss. She relaxed when Olivia kissed her back, and when she pulled away for air, the other woman was panting.

"You're gonna get sick," Olivia whispered, eyes droopy from her cold, and what looked like arousal.

Amanda bit her lip and smiled softly, "It's okay," she muttered back.

"You can take care of me."