A/N – apologies, apologies and more apologies, I haven't abandoned this story I've just had (well still have …) the flu And I mean proper, cant get out of bed, can't eat or drink, some really nasty patient gave me this flu, flu! (j/k) but anyway, I'm finally able to sit upright for more than about half an hour so regularly scheduled posting shall resume, though perhaps at a slightly slower pace for the next day or two. Hope you're all well, in the interests of shameless manipulation of the fact I am sick I would *absolutely love* to hear what y'all think!

Same disclaimers apply …


They kissed for a while longer on the couch, hands gradually venturing to explore different avenues of skin. Liv slid her fingers beneath the back of the blonde's shirt, feeling the firmness of tight muscles overlying her spine. Rollins bowed her body in response to the brunette's touch, the action pushing her pelvis into Liv's groin, causing them both to moan out.

"Bedroom …" Rollins rasped, her voice lower and her accent thicker than Liv thought she'd ever heard it. She kissed the brunette with one fierce and passionate last kiss before jumping off her lap and stepping back to admire her handiwork.

The sight before her caused a sudden swell of emotions deep within her chest, Olivia sat back against the couch, her arms open wide from where she'd held onto the blonde just moments before. He hair mused, her brown eyes dark and stormy, and her half undone blouse revealing tantalising cleavage that rose and fell rapidly with sharp shallow breaths. It was all encouraging, but perhaps the most encouraging thing of all was the soft smile twitching on her lips, signalling happiness, and peace.

Amanda held out her hand and Olivia took it, willingly.

In the bedroom, Amanda stood in front of her, slowly divesting the brunette of her clothes. She pushed her to the bed, crouching to remove knee high leather boots, Liv's hands in her hair as she did so. The simple act made her imagine those same hands running through her hair, tugging hard, fisting and directing as the blonde's mouth went to work on her body, driving her forwards. Boots off, Amanda rose, pushing Liv back against the bed, she straddled her hips, running her palms flat down the brunette's toned abdomen.

"You're really gorgeous, you know?"

Liv blushed, and it seemed to travel from her cheeks all the way down to her chest, Amanda bent her head to kiss the tops of flushed breasts.

She said it again, "You are …"

Liv smiled, grasping the blonde's hips and she writhed around on top of her. "So are you."

The blonde deflected the comment away, this was going to be her night, her opportunity to make the older detective feel as desired and revered as she'd made her feel the night before.

"Hush Liv, this is about you …"

Olivia opened her mouth to speak, to protest, intending to claim that Amanda had no need to focus solely on her. Her lips were enveloped in a kiss before she could utter a single sound, Amanda's tongue roughly claiming ownership of her mouth. Liv moaned, feeling arousal she'd suppressed for nearly twenty-four hours begin stirring low in her belly. Then just like that Amanda was gone; she'd jumped off and disappeared out of the bedroom.

When she returned she was carrying the bowl of cooled melted chocolate from the lounge. Liv smiled at the way she sauntered in, a discernable swagger in her hips as she slowly stirred the dark glossy liquid in the bowl.

Liv leant up on her elbows, her top half naked apart from the dusky purple lace underwear she'd cherry picked earlier that evening. She watched as Amanda set the chocolate down upon the nightstand, then with her back to Olivia she began undressing. She'd shed her shirt and was slowly taking off her pants when she turned to face the brunette, eyes locking on to the dark orbs that were watching her intently from the bed. Beneath her clothes she wore simple, but attractive, black underwear, which stood out in stark contrast to the golden amber shimmer of her skin. Liv's mouth watered again at the sight of it and she began to rise from the bed, desperate to have a taste.

"Nuh … uh …" Rollins pushed her back down, straddling her middle this time. She moved her hands to the waistband of Olivia's jeans and began undoing her belt, roughly pushing the material from her hips.

Liv watched, and tried to negotiate. "No fair, you're going to let me look but not touch?"

Amanda got off the bed to pull off her jeans. "You can touch … just not yet …"

Her tough demeanour turned Olivia on, though she fought hard to resist admitting this to herself, the idea that the blonde taking charge of her like this, in the bedroom, made her wetter than ever before. She moaned, "Amanda … please?"

Rolling crawled back up her, their upper bodies touching, her legs bent either side of Olivia's hips where she lay on the bed, her own feet still touching the floor. "You can, however … beg." The blonde said softly, her breath hot and wet against Liv's ear.

Liv simply groaned, figuring anything else she could say at this point would be pretty much useless.

"Keep your hands there …" Rollins instructed, of Liv's hands lain back above her head. "Don't make me cuff you …"

It was meant as a light joke, but at her words Olivia's eyes widened, and beneath her Amanda felt the not so subtle lurch of the brunette's pelvis towards her own.

"Hmm … I'll remember that." She noted, filing it away in her mind that Liv was turned on by the idea of being cuffed and bound, tied-up perhaps? Her mind had inadvertently wandered to an image of Olivia motionless and naked and entirely at her mercy. It wasn't the idea of taking control that turned Amanda on, but more the notion that someday Olivia might trust her enough to willingly relinquish it.

She reached across to the nightstand and picked up the bowl of chocolate, setting it down beside her on the bed. Now cooled it more resembled the consistency of warm chocolate in a child's pocket on a hot summers day. She dipped her finger in and drew it out, watching as Olivia's gaze studied her every move. She drew her fingertip in a circle around the brunette's abdomen, marking her like a target, then offered Liv her fingertip to clean.

"Mmmmn …"

Rollins smirked. "I bet you taste better."

She dipped her head, and began cleaning up the mess she'd made with her tongue. Liv drew her body away from the bed, towards the younger woman's touch and as she did Amanda slid her hands beneath Olivia's back and deftly unhooked her bra, sitting back to slowly remove it. Dark puckered nipples rose into taut peaks beneath her stare, she immediately had the urge to paint them, and Olivia's entire body in chocolaty goodness before spending the next few hours cleaning her off.

"Unf …" Liv exhaled as Amanda's lips wrapped around her nipple, tongue dashing out to flicker and tease, drawing it roughly into her mouth before releasing with a loud pop. She simultaneously craved and feared the exact same thing happening to the other one.

When Amanda was satisfied there wasn't a single millimetre of the brunette's torso she'd not painted with chocolate and then licked clean she abandoned the bowl to the floor, returning to kiss the brunette's lips as she married together the dark sultry undertones of the chocolate with their own unique flavour. She sat back, her thumbs lightly tracing the undersides of Olivia's breasts as she tried desperately to read what the brunette was thinking.

"Tell me what you want?" She asked softly, using her thumbs to brush against the stiff and slightly sticky peaks.

Liv let out a low moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Whatever you want …" She replied, the standard response she gave every lover when they asked her the same inevitable question.

Amanda leant forwards, hands still cupping voluptuous breasts. "Tell me …" She instructed, adding, "Liv … please … I want to know …"

Her request met with silence when Olivia merely shrugged. Amanda lay herself flush on top of Liv's body, bringing herself around to whisper in her ear.

"Do you want it soft … slow?" With every word uttered she ran her hands lightly over the brunette's body, warming with her touch, "Hard … and fast?" she rolled her pelvis against Liv's belly, knowing that the older woman would feel arousal seeping through her panties. "Long … teasing … mouth … fingers …?" She paused, finally adding, "Tongue …?"

Liv's lips hung open, her mouth dry, the only moisture seemed to be pooling between her legs, accompanied by a growing throbbing and an ache she really needed the blonde to take care of, asap.

"Please …?" She begged, remembering that this was allowed. "Please … make love to me … I need you …"

The way in which she uttered it made Rollins pause for breath, such vulnerability laced in three simple words. Wasting no time, Amanda kissed her hard, her mouth claiming as her hands stroked, teased and slipped beneath the waistband of Liv's panties, sending them in the direction of the floor. Liv wriggled to help them off, her hands on the back of the blonde's head and shoulders, holding her close as they roughly kissed. Rollins left her and began to move south, sliding to her knees beside the bed she took hold of Olivia's left ankle and began kissing, making her way gradually up towards the small patch of nestled brown curls. She let the leg fall down onto her shoulder, bringing her palm up to anchor Liv's belly to the bed as she dipped her head for that first, soul-shattering taste.

"Fuck ….!"

Liv's head thrashed back against the bed, her toes curling in protest at the way Amanda's lips wrapped firmly around her swollen and sensitive clit, the sensation almost too much to bear. Amanda sucked hard and then released, soothing her path with slow, sensuous licks. She explored, tasted, listened and learnt, until she knew where the brunette's spots were that made her jump and twitch. Satisfied she'd worked Olivia into a writhing ball of goop she slid both hands under the brunette's ass and lifted, driving her tongue deep down inside her.

A string of expletives flew from Olivia's lips at the feeling of the blonde's tongue entering and swiftly filling her. She felt her inner walls try and grasp at the new intrusion, wanting to keep it, use it and rise it out onto her peak. Amanda thrust in and out of her a number of times, holding off when she felt the brunette's hips start to thrust erratically in counter rhythm. She withdrew her tongue, immediately replacing it with two fingers and gentle deep thrusts. Her tongue returned to Olivia's clit, wrapping it and caressing it in long languished strokes.

"Oh fuck …!" Liv mumbled, her orgasm fast approaching. "I'm gonna come," She warned. "I want to see you …"

Amanda slowed her thrusts and drew back, pausing for a brief second when the sight of her hand deep inside Olivia caused her to falter in disbelief. She pulled the brunette to sit up, urging her to wrap one leg around her waist as she straddled the other one, sat atop Liv's bent thigh. She wished she'd taken off her own underwear – then as if by reading her mind Liv wrapped her arms around the blonde and snapped off her bra, releasing nipples straining like bullets into the cool night air. Wishing there to be no barriers between them at all, Liv's eyes shot down to Amanda's functional black panties.

"Are these favourites?" She asked.

Rollins shook her head; the friction of her movements against Liv's thigh made her forget everything. "Not anymore," She gasped.

Seconds later they were ripped off and tossed aside. Liv clutched the back of Amanda's shoulders, matching the pace with which the blonde thrust between her legs. The position she was in made it hard to do anything to help herself along, and her leg was beginning to ache but she wouldn't have moved, couldn't have stopped if a meteor hit. Amanda studied the brunette's face, her brows furrowed in need, she drew her thumb around to swipe over her clit, and Olivia's head jerked forwards in ecstasy.

"Oh god Amanda … yes …!"

Their movements seemed to speed up and slow down all at the same time, for a few brief moments every muscle and every joint burned with the pain of overexertion and then there was bliss – intense, crashing heat as they both collapsed against each other, mouths blindly seeking out to kiss and taste and hazily reaffirm the moment just shared.

Liv flopped back against the bed and Amanda fell with her, landing on top, she ran her tongue across the older woman's jaw line, capturing her lips in a sensual kiss.

"That was incredible …" She gushed, feeling a mini shudder down her spine as she replayed the visuals inside her head.

Liv simply smiled at her, still too spent to speak.

"And you definitely taste better than chocolate …" Rollins drawled, tossing her leg back over Liv's body as she drew up above her, ready to start round two. "So … about these handcuffs …?"


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