Chapter 11
"You know that.. That we don't have to have sex on the third date, right? It's not a requirement." Olivia spoke quietly as she pulled the car to a stop in front of Amanda's home. She looked over at the younger woman with shining eyes that pierced straight into her. "What we have now is amazing and if you're nervous or not ready, I understand. I feel like I put pressure on-"
"No, you didn't. I know what you meant when you said it, and I know that there's no pressure." Amanda cut in immediately, putting a hand on Olivia's knee. She could tell that Olivia's demeanor changed soon after she whispered those sexy words. The blonde looked at her apartment building before turning back to the older woman. "Is what Tucker said still bothering you?" She tilted her head. There was no judgment in the question.
Olivia pressed her lips together in a tight line and shook her head. Her fingers laced with Amanda's on her knee and she exhaled. "You aren't just an itch." She finally gets out. "Sex with you would be.. Icing on this very sweet cake, but it's not.. It isn't the only good thing about what we have." She squeezed the younger woman's fingers, eyes never tearing away.
"I know that," Amanda let out a short laugh, scooting closer to Olivia. "God, I know that. What Tucker said was fucked up, but that doesn't make it true. I believe you. I trust you." She cupped the back of the brunettes head, bringing their lips together. Their tongues brushed together languidly and the younger woman savored Olivia's taste. Olivia cupped her cheeks with both hands, keeping them close together. When Amanda finally pulled away an inch, she smirked. "Besides. I don't think I can wait past this next date." She purred. The hand on the other woman's knee moved up an inch, fingers spreading out over the skin above Olivia's knee.
The older woman exhaled deeply, relieved, and she reattached her lips to Amanda's. She pulled back, teeth latched onto the younger woman's bottom lip. She let go with a slight smile and hummed, "Well. I Wouldn't want to keep you waiting."
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Amanda jumps at the sound of two guys laughing, snapping her out of her thoughts, and she rolls her eyes. They look over at her instinctively and she points to the Quiet Environment sign posted next to the wall clock.
They snicker and make their way out of the library.
"Someone's grumpy." Coraline smirks, amused. Her elbow is leaning against the counter, a cheek in her hand.
"Jesus," Amanda gasps, nearly jumping off of the stool she's perched on. "How long have you been there?" She asks, straightening her back.
"Long enough." The older woman laughs. "I came out here to tell you that you can have your lunch early. It's slow."
Amanda nods, "Oh. Thank you." She smiles, sliding off the stool and making her way to the back room to grab her bag. "Do you want me to pick something up for you?" She asks Coraline when she returns, slipping the strap over her shoulder.
The older woman shook her head, "Nah. I'm grabbing an early dinner with Don so I'm saving my appetite, if ya know what I mean." She winks, an impish smile on her face.
The blonde scrunches her nose and shakes her head, "Nope. Don't wanna know." She mutters, throwing her hands up in defeat. She smiles as she makes her way out of the Library, listening to Coraline's boisterous laugh.
She steps outside into the cool fall air and leans against a pillar. Pulling out her phone, she taps Olivia's contact and hits the 'text' icon.
Hungry?
She figures she'll bring Olivia some food while she's on break. Any reason to see the older woman is a good reason.
Starving.
Came the reply, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She isn't 100% certain that Olivia is just talking about food. There would be no surprise of there were another meaning to the simple response.
I'll bring some food.
She sends back as she starts toward the little cafe. She remembers what Olivia got last time, so she'll get her that again. When she gets Olivia's text, she nearly trips while reading it.
Okay. Food sounds good, too.
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Olivia is deep in grading when Amanda knocks on her office door. "C'min," She calls, placing a sticky note where she's stopping. She smiles when the younger woman comes in, bag of food hanging from her fingers.
"I heard someone is starving." Amanda smirks, emptying the contents of the bag onto the desk.
"Mmmmm. Yes. Get that chair and come sit by me." She scoots over slightly, clearing a spot for Amanda. She lets her eyes unashamedly roam over Amanda's body as the younger woman moves the folding chair next to Olivia behind the desk. They lock eyes when the blonde sits down, and a wave of electricity flows between them. Amanda blushes under the other woman's smoldering gaze.
"What did you get?" Olivia asks eventually, opening one of the styrofoam containers.
"I went to that cafe down the street and got what you had last time we were there." Amanda shrugs, handing Olivia a plastic fork and knife. She blushes when the brunette arches a brow in amusement.
"You remember what I got?"
Amanda's cheeks flush and her eyes dart to her lap, unknowing of what to say. "I-"
"Thank you." Olivia smiles sweetly. "It's my favorite."
Amanda mutters a terse 'you're welcome,' smiling shyly as she opens her own food container. They pick at their food for a few moments, taking occasional bites as they talk about how their day has been going. They finish their food relatively quickly, knowing that they're on a bit of a schedule, so that they can have a few minutes to just talk. Amanda graciously throws their trash away before returning to sit next to Olivia once again.
"So, I've been thinking." The younger woman begins, scooting closer to the brunette. "How about Saturday night.. You and I have dinner?" She continues shyly, eyes focusing on her twisting fingers.
Olivia crosses her legs and leans forward, a hand clasping over the other woman's nervous ones and she smiles. "I would love to, honey, but I have to attend a department function. It's mandatory."
Amanda tries to hide her disappointment, "What's it for?" She asks curiously.
Olivia sighs, shrugging. "I don't know. Funds I think. It's black tie so I guess we're kissing up to someone." She smirks. She sees the dejected look on the younger woman's face and cups her cheeks, "Hey," She smiles, placing a soft kiss on Amanda's lips. "Not Saturday doesn't mean never. I promise it'll be soon, okay?"
Amanda grasps the back of Olivia's knee and pulls the older woman closer, thankful that she's in a chair with wheels. The bold move made Olivia gasp lightly, eyes darkening. "Okay." She mutters, a small smile growing on her lips. They kiss again for another few moments, savoring their short time together. Amanda caresses Olivia's calf as they pull back slightly. "All this waiting is getting difficult." She laughs, her own eyes a shade darker.
Olivia nods, "I agree." Her stiletto clad foot grazing up the side of Amanda's leg, smiling when she feels the younger woman shudder. She leans forward, pressing her lips against the other woman's jaw, tongue darting out quickly. "But," She pauses, pulling back to switch sides. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." She finishes, lips rubbing softly against Amanda's heated skin.
Amanda's eyes slip closed and she lets out a shaky breath, fingers tightening around Olivia's calf. She wants part her legs and pull Olivia between them so they can continue, but instead, she pushes the older woman's chair away. The brunette releases Amanda's skin with a light pop and there's a confused look on her face.
"There won't be any waiting if you keep doing that." Amanda smirks.
Olivia clears her throat and slips her glasses off, "I guess you aren't the only one who's having trouble." She husks, straightening in her seat.
"I'd better get back to work." Amanda stands up, folding the chair and setting it off to the side. Olivia stands up and straightens her skirt. The younger woman's eyes drift to Olivia's legs and feet. She'd learned on their first date that, without the stilettos, she was only an inch or two taller than her. Now, with the four inch heels, there was a significant difference. She can tell that Olivia likes it though.
Amanda wraps her arms around Olivia's waist, smiling as the other woman plants a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Thank you for lunch. I needed that. And what happened after that." She jokes, brown eyes twinkling.
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Amanda wakes up saturday morning refreshed; the days leading up to now were more or less uneventful. She and Olivia hadn't had a lot of time to spend together, seeing as weekdays keep both women busy. They swapped texts when they could, and Amanda was okay with that, but it made her crave Olivia's presence more.
She'd eaten breakfast and mindlessly watched television, and for lunch, she went out, deciding that she'd take photos afterwards.
Now, it's just after 8 PM, and she's editing the photo's she'd taken earlier. As she flips through the memory card, she finds a few of Olivia from their first date. She smiles, opening one of them. Olivia is smelling a flower in this one, leaning down slightly, hand tucking her wavy hair behind an ear and there's a small smile on her face. Olivia had rolled her eyes after she took that photo, telling her to delete it. Of course, she'd been joking. And even if she wasn't, it would take a hell of a lot of convincing to get Amanda to delete any photo of Olivia.
She leans her head back against the couch cushion and inhales. Olivia. She still finds it crazy that this woman wants to be with her. She constantly has to try and wrap her head around it. The novelty of being with Olivia will, most likely, never wear off.
She shuts her computer and sets it on the coffee table. Just as she's about to get up and get into her pajamas, there's a knock on her door. She arches a brow and walks over to look through the peep hole. She gasps when she sees Olivia standing on the other side, all dressed up.
She opens the door quickly, eyebrows raised. She grips the doorknob tightly in attempt to hold herself up as she takes the older woman in. She's wearing a curve hugging black dress with elbow length sleeves, the hemline ending just above her knees. The neckline dips low, showing off something lacy and white, and the color makes her tanned skin pop.
Her eyes finally make it to Olivia's, and there's amusement and arousal swirling in those dark orbs. "W-what are you.. Um, what are you doing here?" The blonde stutters.
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Anna