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Chapter 10: Give Me Love.

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,

-Ed Sheeran

Amanda's POV:

She fixed the pillows on her couch for the fourth time. Olivia would be here any minute, and Amanda was going out of her mind. She really didn't want Olivia to have to see her place, but she didn't have much of a choice. Amanda was proud of this place, she really was, it was just that Olivia had so much more. It was just another reminder that Olivia could do so much better, and Amanda should just give up now.

Amanda fixed her jeans and sat down at the kitchen counter. Her palms were sweating like crazy. She was so nervous she was shaking. There was a knock on the front door, and Amanda nearly fell over when she climbed down from her stool to get the door. Looking out of the peephole she saw Olivia standing there. Oh god.

With a breath, Amanda opened the door. Olivia was still in her clothes from school.

"Hey," Amanda said, rubbing her hands over her jeans.

"Hey," Olivia repeated, smiling softly.

Amanda just stood there staring. Olivia looked at her expectantly. "Oh! Do you uh- wanna come in?" Amanda asked, looking at the floor. She stepped back and allowed Olivia to enter. She didn't even want to see the older woman's face as she took in Amanda's apartment.

"You did all this yourself?" Olivia asked, her tone soft.

Amanda looked up. Olivia didn't look disgusted, she looked..happy. "Yeah, well, I had some help from a friend with the furniture."

Olivia turned towards her, "It's very nice." Amanda smiled and wrapped an arm around herself. Olivia frowned. "How are your ribs?"

Amanda blushed and looked down, "Fine."

The older woman nodded. "So, you wanted to teach me some things?" Amanda chuckled, gesturing to the couch. Olivia followed her over, and sat down right next to her. Her body was on fire with Olivia so close. The older woman was only a few inches away, but Amanda wanted her so much closer. She wanted Olivia's arms around her, she wanted to run her fingers up Olivia's thigh, wanted to cuddle into her. But none of that would ever happen.

Olivia looked in her purse and pulled out a single piece of paper. "We have a field trip that we're taking, it's to this play," Olivia pointed to it.

Amanda nodded and looked at the paper, leaning next to Olivia. "Oh, would you like anything to drink?" Amanda quickly asked, rushing up. She'd forgotten to offer earlier. It was extremely hard for her to think with Olivia in her house.

Olivia just smiled, "Yes, water's good."

Amanda got a glass out and was working on filling it with ice when she felt somebody behind her. She turned around only to find Olivia had moved from the couch, and was now watching her intently. "Your water," Amanda murmured, handing the glass to Olivia.

Her fingers brushed over Olivia's and Amanda had to refrain from jumping. Their contact was electric. Amanda's phone rang. She smiled politely at Olivia, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Manda?" It was Kim. Oh not now.

"Yeah?" Amanda answered cautiously, trying to keep her eyes off Olivia. "What is it?"

"Amanda, momma kicked me out. I need a place," Kim said, her voice breaking.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Amanda winced as she listened to Kim. "Damn it, Kim." She laid her head on the counter and tried to calm her breathing. "Are you kidding?"

"I wish I was, Manda," Kim said, her tone sad.

"Why'd she kick you out, Kim?" Amanda asked, her head still against the counter.

"Said I would end up being a disappointment just like you. You just had to come and ruin New York for me didn't you, Amanda." Kim sneered into her ear.

She almost jumped when she felt a hand on her back. Moving her head back up, she looked at Olivia. The older woman was next to her, a concerned look on her face.

"You're a bitch. You do owe me," Kim continued.

Amanda sighed as Olivia kept rubbing her back in soothing motions. "I'm sorry you got kicked out, Kim. I really am," Amanda said.

"You're not going to let me stay with you? Are you fucking kidding me?" Kim asked, her voice angry.

"No, Kim! Are you serious? You treated me like crap, disowned me. Now that you need something from me, I'm your sister again?" Amanda's voice started to raise.

"It's not like that, Manda," Kim said. "Just let me come over and we can talk about it."

Amanda looked at Olivia. The older woman was wearing a questioning look and obviously was fighting to stay silent. "Kim, I'm busy. I'll talk to you later."

"Don't hang up on me, Bitch!" Kim yelled, almost sobbing into the phone.

"Look, Kim. You have friends here. Friends you like more than me. Go stay with one of them," Amanda said calmly. Then she hung up the phone.

"Sorry about that," she smiled at Olivia. "Family problems."

"Can I help?" Olivia whispered, her hand still on Amanda's back.

Amanda looked up at Olivia, a smile on her lips. "You've helped me enough. I couldn't ask any more of you, Olivia."

Suddenly she was encased in strong arms. Olivia was hugging her. It felt so good. Amanda's hands unconsciously wrapped around Olivia's hips and she pulled Olivia closer. Laying her head on Olivia's shoulder, Amanda tried to push the tears back. A few drops of wetness ended up on Olivia's skin, but the older woman just held her tighter.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's alright," Olivia soothed. She could feel Olivia's hands running up and down her back, caressing her. Olivia's touch was always so soft, so perfect.

Amanda's hands were trying to fight her brain. They wanted to grab Olivia's body, wanted to explore, but Amanda willed them still. Amanda's phone rang again, and she raised her head from Olivia's neck, moving to answer it. Olivia's hand came up, and softly pushed her head back down. Amanda was loving being held by Olivia. She wanted to stay like this for the rest of the night. Olivia's arms felt so right around her.

Her head raised again. Olivia's eyes met hers. Their faces were so close, that they were sharing the same air. It was intoxicating. "Olivia," Amanda murmured, moving to pull away.

Olivia's armed tightened. "Don't," Olivia whispered, shaking her head slightly. Amanda was in shock. Olivia was actually holding her, and didn't want to stop.

"Okay," Amanda nodded. "I won't." Her head went back to Olivia's shoulder, and she smiled into the skin of Olivia's neck.

She felt Olivia begin to move them, Amanda was still in Olivia's arms, so she was trusting Olivia not to let her fall. Olivia guided them over to the couch, and managed to sit both of them down without breaking contact for a second.

Olivia was sitting on her couch, Amanda was tucked into her body. She didn't want to think about what they were doing, she just knew that she felt safe when Olivia held her. She loved this feeling.

She could hear her phone ringing in the kitchen, but she ignored it. Amanda softly rubbed her nose against the side of Olivia's neck, breathing deeply of Olivia's scent. Olivia groaned, and pulled her closer. That sound went straight to her core.

Olivia leaned back against the cushions, Amanda was practically curled up on top of her. Amanda's eyes drifted closed as Olivia stroked her hair.

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Olivia's POV:

Olivia closed her eyes and kept her fingers moving through Amanda's hair. She knew this was so wrong, but it felt right. Amanda fit perfectly against her, and she never wanted to let go. Olivia was clutching at the girl, wanting to keep her close. God, Amanda was precious.

Looking down, she smiled at the sleeping blonde on top of her. Amanda's head was resting on her chest, little snores escaping her. Olivia's heart swelled. She knew she should get up, stop this, but she couldn't. Amanda Rollins had branded herself onto Olivia's skin, and Olivia didn't want to be away from her.

Earlier when Amanda hadn't shown up in class, she'd panicked a little. The worst things had ran through her mind, what if Amanda had went home again, what if she was in pain? But then Amanda had come through the door, extremely late, music blasting out of her headphones. Olivia had been relived, and then Amanda had started giving her the cold shoulder. She didn't want Amanda to think that Olivia thought of her any different because of the family she came from.

"Mmm. You smell so good," Amanda mumbled, nuzzling further into her chest. Olivia's eyes went wide as Amanda rubbed her face against her breast, trying to keep calm. She could feel the wetness starting to pool between her thighs. She knew Amanda was just trying to get comfortable, but it was torture. Amanda's nose brushed across her nipple, and Olivia's back arched. Oh god.

Amanda murmured something else and then finally stopped moving. Olivia's eyes started to close, but she kept fighting to keep them open. She couldn't fall asleep here. Well, maybe if I close my eyes for just a second..

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