Chapter 2: The Morning after

P O V: Amanda Rollins

The Pierre Hotel

2 E 61st, New York, NY 10065

A/N: For Explicit sexual scenes between two females in the first two chapters. I own nothing from Dick Wolf's world. Just any original characters.

"Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love—Olivia Margaret Benson from the moment I laid eyes on you in real life. I knew someday you would be mine. Even when your words were bitter and under-minding dismissive, I held onto hope. I clutched that American Dream of love, equality, happiness. Over time I earned your trust, respect, I gained your confidence which eventually lead to you speaking those three words that would change both our lives forever."

"Amanda?"

Lazily I roll over, staring into the beautiful soulful eyes of my wife. A slow lazy smile spreads across my face. "morning wife." her smile is equally as gorgeous as rewarding me 'good morning, my love. Sleep well?" "I did. Did you?" tracing my fingers over her lips, I kiss her jawline down her neck she laughs, rolling me onto my back. "I slept like a baby clutching her teddy bear."

"Aw, you had a teddy bear, Olivia? What was its name?"

"Never telling you that Rollins."

"That's a strange name for a stuffed animal Liv." her tickle attack makes me squeal squirm to get out from under her touch as the sudden urgency of needing to use the restroom hits me as it always does after I have sex. "thinking of our vows?" "I am they mean the world to me, Liv."

"I feel the same Amanda I swear to uphold them, but bringing back to reality, we're due at the station shortly, you know we can not tell a soul we got married or that we're even dating. This has to be even more hushed than ever. We have so much to lose; I can not show favoritism, Amanda, as much as this sucks. You will have to work harder, be smarter, faster, and stay the fuck out of trouble because I will have to be stricter. We can't call attention to ourselves."

"I get it, Olivia, I promise only my best behavior. But can we numb the work talk we have a few precious hours left to our-selves as newlyweds can we please just enjoy it?"

"No arguments from me Amanda shut-up and kiss me, wife."

"Demanding. I love it."

"Cuddle me, Liv?" "My Pleasure Manda."

Her lips gently coast over my eyelids, which grow heavy as I sink into her arms, remembering how we made love for hours last night. Her juices still coat my naked body, I could go for round four, but instead, I snuggle closer. The smell of sex penetrates the air "Do you hear that Olivia?"

"Your heart? Yes, Tiger, I do it's purring." I reward her with a laugh and ghost-like kiss, "No, babe, I meant the silence. No kids are fighting or crying."

"Thank God, or we'd be kicked out of the hotel." My eyes roll even as my lips twist into a grin "True point. Guess our little animals know when they have a good thing going."

"yes, they do their good kids Amanda, did you know Solan was going to make that speech?" "No, I didn't, but I am so touched. I almost lost it, Liv; I only stopped myself from crying out of fear of ruining my makeup and the pictures."

"Wonder if Ayra will forgive us for tricking her into that dress by telling her we would have pictures after to?"

"She's seven she'll get past it give her ice cream or a pair of boxers. She'll be happy as a dolphin in the sea."

"She would not be happy being compared to a dolphin."

"I won't tell her, will you?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If you'll fuck me again, Amanda, I need to feel you inside of me."

"Your wish is my pleasure, my queen."

I push her against the bed, starting my assault on her neck, where I know she likes the most. I have no reservations about using my tongue, so I lick her up to her neck to her ear. The excited gasp from her opens her lips; further, I take advantage of using my tongue to gain entrance, shocking her so severely her legs a split for me to slide my fingers inside her already dripping hot center. I feel her squirt the second my fingers hit her g-spot. Sliding down, I place my mouth directly over her beautiful mound; we have no time to waste after all. I can't be late for the boss.

Olivia is grinding her core against my mouth, as I thrust my tongue up to meet her advances, her fingers have now entered my throbbing center and once again I know I am close to shattering, I just hope I don't piss myself in the process. God such romantic thoughts. She is starting to wriggle beneath me. I can smell her arousal, and it turns me on so badly I feel myself beginning to squirt. "So good Amanda, oh baby, so damn good. Do not stop, oh I am so close."

I can't answer; of course, my tongue is deep inside her center, she's pulsating dripping in slick warm wetness. Her body relaxes and tenses all in fluid motions; I increase my lovemaking by thrusting two fingers inside of her; this seems to unwind her as she screams in pleasure. She feels so perfect around my fingers, so eager for them as her center pushes down onto them. I curve my fingers searching for the spot that will cause her more sensations.

"Yes, Amanda, yes, oh, sweet Jesus, yes."

I wonder if God ever gets tired of hearing his name called. He gets the blame for everything to guess that's what being the creator of the world will do for you. We're both so close my heated center has boiled to the point where it's hurting. I can't hold back my screams, I know she's ready I can feel it, so I increase my pressure. Thrusting in faster with my fingers and licking her clit, She is in ecstasy, her sweet voice calling out to me as her juices flow over my mouth. She is the purple hue over the golden sunrise—her hand presses against my warm breasts, which sends me over the edge of glory. I cry out her name as my body shakes, tears slide down.

She is finding her inner lady gaga now, she licks at my nipples, and when I arch my back towards her mouth, she instinctively sucks on them biting. I can feel her hand slowly brushing the skin of my stomach. Again I shatter coming all over her hands. We gradually come down, pressing our mounds together clit to clit. Our desires bring each other pleasure. She loves this; she grinds with me; we both make each other moan squirting. "I wanna taste you, Amanda, change position." I obey her settling my heated juicy center over her mouth, which I am rewarded with instantly.

Grinding my center against her mouth, she thrusts her tongue up to meet my advances. She feels wonderful. She is pulling my climax to the surface without even trying. I start to call out to her, telling her how good it feels, how she is going to make me come. She, too, is on the verge of coming again, my mouth is eager to retake her juices.

My orgasm hits me powerful her teeth sink into my center as my juices flow my climax clenches so tightly it's painful, and I know I will not be able to sit correctly for at least a week. "Dear, Heavens, you taste so divine Amanda. I want to lick you forever. don't stop coming, baby, God, I love you." It's as if she's opened a damn that has been sealed shut waiting for a queen to open it, suddenly all my walls vanish, and I am left dripping gushing like a broken fountain. It's beautiful, scary, painful, and so pleasurable all at the same time.

Wiping her face, I smile into her eyes, "You are so beautiful, Olivia, and god, you have never looked sexier to me than when my juices are flowing out of your mouth." I kiss her lips as our exhausted naked bodies hit the sheets, hardened nipples press against each other as we cuddle. "Damn, I really have to pee, I can't hold it any longer."

Her laugh echos as I jump up, "Why do I always have to pee after sex?" "It's not just you, dear, it's the body's way of fighting urinary tract infections." A significant bit of advice to know I think as I grab a shirt not caring who's, it is racing to the bathroom which is connected to the room the boys are sharing. "Uterine contractions are typical during orgasm; the bladder sits anatomically near, which means that those uterine contractions can jostle your bladder around, let's face it, Amanda, we both had some pretty earth-shattering orgasms between last night and this morning. Just be thankful you didn't pee in the bed like I did one time."

"What! Oh, hell, no, Olivia, you must tell me about that..." My bladder sends a powerful kick to my stomach. "Another time." I groan, clutching my stomach and racing to the bathroom. I hear her calling back, "I'll take that story to the grave Rollins." I am stopped suddenly when I enter the bathroom seeing Solan and Riona standing in the middle of the bathroom encircled around each other looking down. "Out now, I have to pee badly." Solan looks up his eyes, worried, "Mama, I am so sorry." "Save it, Solan, it's five am, and I am literally on the verge of peeing on myself, explain whatever this is later."

"Mom, Riona is pregnant, and I am the father." The heat of his words is oppressive. I began to feel chills rolling through my body like waves. I'm dizzy, letting out a long moan. Suddenly my urgency in having to pee fades to black. I feel my body sway. I hear their screams, but I feel nothing. Blackness becomes my whole new world.