I promise, this is going to be the final chapter of this story and then I will get back to Little Toy Guns and IDFC. It's crazy how when an idea takes over, you just can't put it down!
Amanda's POV
Our chat in the restroom ended pretty abruptly a little while earlier with Olivia tossing her cookies whilst I stood there beside her in the cramped stall, caringly rubbing her back. Soothing her. After that, the discussion was pretty much over and we returned back to our respective desks to work on the mass of paperwork. I've been stealing the odd glance at her, more to check that she's ok than anything else. But I can't help noticing that even in her current state, she's unbelievably beautiful. Crazily held together, even with a massive hangover.
Looking up from my paperwork once again, I notice just how pale and clammy the brunette Sergeant has gone, and less than a second later, she's gone from her desk. Once again heading in the direction of the precinct toilets. I go to stand, to follow her and be the supportive friend and colleague, but just as I do Cragen summons me to his office.
"Rollins." I groan as I push myself from my seat, plastering a very fake smile on my face as I turn to look at him.
"Yes sir?" I ask, and he beckons me into his office. Closing the door behind me as I stand in front of his desk.
"Sit down." He tells me.
"What is it sir?" I ask him, suddenly feeling concerned that I've done something wrong. That is usually the only time I'm in here alone with the door shut.
"Is Benson Ok?" He asks me, the question catching me off guard completely, and it takes me a second to school my facial features into the usually stoic expression I hold for situations like these. I take my time thinking of a decent response, but the truth is, short of telling him she has a stomach bug, I have nothing but the truth.
"I saw you talking to her first thing. She looks rough, pale, sweaty. I just wondered if she had said anything to you." He asks me, his face full of concern for one of his longest serving subordinates.
"Uh no sir, she hasn't." I lie, not wanting to tell him that Liv is in fact hanging out of her ass with probably the mother of all hangovers.
"Ok, then. You can go." He tells me.
I stand and open the door of his office, just as Olivia returns to her desk.
"Benson, come here a second." He shouts to her, before telling me to hang on a second. That causes Fin to look up from his paperwork with a look on his face that says 'what's going on.' I just shrug at him, not knowing.
Liv shoots me a glare as she passes by me stood next to the door, presumably assuming I have told Cragen what is going on.
"Liv, I'm sending you home, Rollins go with her." He tells us both.
"But Captain." Olivia tries to argue before Cragen promptly interrupts her.
"That's an order." He says, and Olivia tries to complain again before he is telling us both to get out of his office and out of the precinct for the day, informing us that he'll call if a case lands.
I head back to my desk, gathering up my belongings to leave for the day, and heading to the door. I wait patiently for Olivia whilst she grabs her keys, cell and sunglasses before joining me.
"I didn't tell him anything. I swear." I say quietly, earning myself nothing but a disgruntled noise and the door swinging back into me as Olivia leaves, not bothering to wait for me.
She's already on the street before I catch up to her, trying to work out what she's doing.
"What you doing?" I ask her, mildly confused.
"Getting a cab." She tells me, her voice filled with annoyance.
"Um, ok. So you're going to let me disobey my Captain's orders and do what with my enforced afternoon off?" I ask her.
"I didn't drive." She tells me with a shrug.
"Yeah well I did, come on." I tell her, leading the way to the parking lot where my car is. Begrudgingly, Olivia does follow me, and silently climbs in the passenger side, before fastening her belt.
The drive to Olivia's place is silent. I sneak glances at her from the corner of my eye as I manoeuvre the car through the horrific Manhattan traffic. She's starting to look a little better actually, less pale, less shaky.
I eventually pull the car up to the sidewalk outside Olivia's apartment. The brunette unbuckling her belt and beginning to climb out before she turns to me with a little smirk forming at the corners of her mouth.
"Are you going to directly disobey your Captain's orders or are you coming up?" She asks me, using my earlier words right back on me. Playfully I roll my eyes, sticking the car in park and getting out myself.
Silence falls between us once more as I follow Liv into her apartment building and towards the elevator. We enter the metal box and automatically I go to hit the correct floor number, my hand bumping straight into my sergeants as she has the same idea. Our eyes meet briefly, before she looks away again. Staring straight ahead at the elevator doors.
"I forgot you've been here before." Liv says quietly, and I can't help but smile at the memories of the night before as I watch her squirm in discomfort.
"It really wasn't that bad, you know." I tell her, accentuating my southern accent ever so slightly.
"I beg to differ." She tells me and I have to laugh at that, my reaction causing her to look straight at me. "What's so funny?" She asks, the slightest hint of amusement forming behind her eyes.
"You can't even remember." I tell her through giggles that are escaping my lips.
"Mmmm." She responds, rolling her eyes as we make the way down the hall to her front door, the odd chuckle still escaping my throat.
Before I have time to gauge what is happening, I find my front pinned to Olivia's front door, her body pressed into my back, exactly the same way it had been the previous night. This time though, her hands are resting on my hips, her hot breath washing over one side of my neck as she leans into me to speak.
"It all came back to me. I remember it all." She says lowly, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I turn to face her, my back pressed tightly against the door behind me, just like I had last night. Getting an idea, I smirk.
"Keys?" I say to her, matching her low tone with my own.
I don't get the keys though. And I don't get any time to process before Olivia's lips are on mine. Kissing me with the same intensity she had the night before in the cab. My hands go to her hips, pulling her body flush to me, a small moan escaping her lips as her body meets my own. Just barely through the pounding of my heart in my ears, I hear the lock click as Liv guides us through the front door, kicking it closed behind her. Our lips never parting once as we moved.
No sooner is the door closed that Olivia is crashing back into it with a thud. The forceful contact causing her to grunt in surprise into my mouth. Her lips parting just enough for me to sneakily insert my tongue into the welcoming warmth. Her arms wrap around my body, one instinctively going to the back of my head, holding me impossibly close to her, the other trailing to the hem of my top, under my jacket.
Breaking contact with Olivia's lips to try to catch my breath, my chest already heaving. She begins kissing along my jaw.
"Are you" her mouth working against the skin of my neck between words "going to" another couple of kisses "reject me" Olivia sucks the skin at the crease between my neck and shoulder into her mouth, releasing it with a pop "this time?" She finishes her sentence, lifting her head to look directly into my eyes. The intensity of lust in her eyes makes me feel weak at the knees.
I shake my head no, keeping my eyes locked with the lust filled brown orbs looking back at me. She isn't drunk anymore, we are just two consenting adults at this point. It wouldn't be taking advantage, it wouldn't be borderline rape.
Keeping my eyes locked with Olivia's, I place my left hand flat on the door beside her head, leaning into it slightly. She gives me a lopsided look as if to ask what I'm playing at. Casually, I bring my right hand to the buttons on her blouse, undoing them slowly. One by one, being sure to brush the skin of her chest and torso as I move from one button to the next. My eyes glued to hers.
"That isn't entirely fair, you've already seen me without my top on." Olivia whimpers before confidently knocking my arm down and spinning our positions. The dominance of my brunette Sergeant causing my juices to gather even more freely. My back colliding with the door that was behind her. Her mouth finding mine instantly as she slides my jacket off of my shoulders into a heap on the floor. Our kiss breaks just long enough for my top to be all but ripped over my head and launched across the room. Liv's lips work along my jaw, down to that sensitive part of my neck which she seems to have already sussed.
"Liv." I moan as I shudder at the feelings her mouth is expertly creating within me. I feel her smile against my skin, but not stopping the mixture of kissing, sucking, licking and biting that she is subjecting my sensitive skin to. I'm fairly sure she's already left a mark, but I don't even care. Her strong hands are freely wandering the bare flesh of my abdomen, caressing my breasts over my bra every now and again. My own hands are tangled in brown locks, holding her head and willing the continued assaults on my neck. My eyes firmly closed, savouring the moment.
Olivia's hands travel down to the backs of my thighs and she lifts me off of the ground, resulting in a little squeal from me. But I quickly recover and wrap my legs around her hips. The contact of my jeans against my core creating a little much needed friction. Her bare stomach against my own causing a fresh bout of arousal to spill from my already soaked centre. The next thing I know, my back is no longer in contact with the door, Olivia carrying me.
The clattering of dishes breaking causes my eyes to shoot open. Olivia having swept everything that was on her breakfast bar, onto the floor. A fair amount of crockery breaking in the process. She places me down on the counter, her hands starting to work the button on my jeans as she looks into my eyes. It's a check for consent, and whilst I appreciate it, I really wish she'd just get on with it.
"Liv." I moan. Her eyes still watching me and her hands perfectly still on the button of my jeans.
"Amanda." She says back with a questioning tone, her eyebrow raised in the super sexy way she does.
"Stop teasing, preferably before I explode." I tell her between heavy breaths, the anticipation now driving me completely insane with want.
My words cause a moan to erupt from Olivia's throat, her eyes turning ten shades darker than they already were. Something I didn't even know was possible. She pops the button on my jeans and lowers the zipper, sliding her hands into the back of the tight material and my panties. Her hands cupping my bare ass. I lean back on my hands, lifting my hips to give her the required room to remove the offending garment. Them also going flying across the room, along with my shoes.
I lower my hips back down, the cold counter causing me to moan and squirm a little. Liv's hands rest on the tops of my thighs, the heat that her touch is causing is almost unbearable. I need her to touch me. My core throbbing with want, need.
Sitting myself up straighter so my hands are free, I reach around and unclasp my own bra with on hand, flinging the material away whilst lifting Liv's hand to my now free breast. Immediately she starts rolling my nipple between her fingers, mounds of appreciation spilling freely from my mouth as she takes in every millimetre of my now naked body sitting on her kitchen counter.
The hand Olivia has resting on my thigh begins to inch higher, painstakingly slowly, making its way to the place I need it most. Liv's eyes meet mine again, a hint of uncertainty beginning to show in her face. Whether it's from nerves or if she thinks I don't want this, I'm not sure. Either way I help, leaning back slightly on my left hand, I snake my right hand down my body. Olivia's eyes intently watching it move as it heads in the direction of my heated, slick folds. Without a second's hesitation, I drag a single finger through my arousal, my eyes watching Olivia attentively. Her eyes go wide, the second my own finger connects with myself.
The involuntary moan that escapes my lips at the contact is all it takes for Liv to swat my hand away, replacing it with her own. My eyes closing as her fingers begin sliding skilfully through my juices, my moans becoming louder. Olivia's mouth returns to kissing my neck, shoulders, chest. Just about any bare skin she can access. I have to brace myself against both my hands, every part of my body exposed to the woman in front of me.
Without warning, Liv enters me with two fingers at the same time as she bites down softly on one of my pert nipples. I gasp in reaction to the welcomed intrusion. My sergeants fingers being pumping into me, as far as they will go, before nearly fully extracting them, over and over again. Slowly at first. With me leant back on my hands, Olivia kisses her way around my breast, down my stomach, paying extra attention to another patch of sensitive skin surrounding each of my hips.
She eventually stops kissing me as she reaches the top of my neatly trimmed blonde curls, pulling her head back just enough to look at me. Her eyes meet mine, and without exchanging any words, she takes my throbbing bundle of nerves between her lips, sucking it into her mouth. My back arches, my hips lift and I release a long, strung out groan as she does.
Liv's fingers continue their movements, her tongue occasionally catching my clit as she sucks on it. The fire in the pit of my stomach already raging.
"Fuck." I managed to moan as Olivia continues her ministrations, pumping her fingers, now applying direct pressure to my bundle of nerves with her tongue. I gasp, my chest heaving, unable to catch my breath due to the potency of the orgasm that I'm about to go crashing into.
"Don't, don't, don't stop." I stutter, my arms shaking under the weight of my upper body. I lower myself and rest on my elbows, supporting myself slightly better.
"Liv, I'm so..." I groan, just as Olivia curls her fingers towards my front wall, her tongue flat against my throbbing member. My body convulsing involuntarily, my breathing almost non existent, my orgasm hitting me like never before.
Removing her mouth from my clitoris, Olivia continues to move her fingers, gently coaxing me through my insane high. Eventually my body stops twitching, my chest still heaving but not quite so intensely. I lie back on the counter, trying to pull myself together.
Liv extracts her fingers from inside of me, causing me to shudder at the loss. I lift my head to look at the beautiful brunette that has just given me, quite possibly, the most amazing orgasm I've ever experienced, just as she sucks her fingers clean of my juices. I throw my head back against the counter with a thud, the sight alone, nearly enough to make me cum again.
"You ok 'Manda?" Olivia asks me, her hands resting on my thighs again.
"Mmmm." I respond, unable to think of any suitable way to describe just how ok I am right now. Liv takes my hand, helping me sit up, unable to hide the grin on my face.
"That definitely beat an afternoon in the office." I say with a smirk, warning a chuckle back from Olivia. Her lust filled eyes still scanning my naked body.
"And I need to buy new crockery." She says as if she just realised that all her dishes went on the floor before she put me on the kitchen work top. I can't help but laugh, before pulling her into me and kissing her deeply. Tasting myself on her lips.
The End... for now at least. Hit review please ;) x
