A/N: Welcome back! Here is the follow up to Taste – make sure to read that chapter first if you haven't. I haven't been very well, recently (no, it's not the 'Rona; luckily I live in a part of Canada where there are very few cases), which always slows my writing significantly. I never go away permanently, though, so have faith. Requests are open, so read, review, drop me a line. Thanks for reviewing, patience and support!

Rating: MA, NSFW

Spoilers: Forgiving Rollins

Triggers: None

Savour

Caught in a flash of lightning, Amanda lay supine, arms stretched above her head and hands clasped lightly together as she waited for the panic to touch her. Being pinned down - anyone's weight on top of her, since Patton, had been so impossible. She waited for the iron vise that would grip each of her ribs and compel the air from her lungs, even as she stared into Olivia's warm brown eyes.

"You know that question you asked me?" Liv whispered, the lightning illuminating the small smile on her face.

"About – "

"Yes," Liv nodded. She dipped her head, nuzzled down Rollins' jawline to mouth next to her ear, "I trust you."

Amanda knew then, all at once, that no panic was coming to take the moment away from them. She arched her body into Olivia's touch as a hand drifted softly over her cool, damp breast and down her midsection. Their rundown, tucked away three-room space had been made liveable in their time spent there. Everything seemed familiar: the smell of rain in their hair and on their skin, the blankets below them, the touch of Liv's body when she rolled over in the night. The thought of going back to work at the precinct, to the solitary life she had before this, didn't hold the appeal it had when they'd gotten started.

Olivia got to her knees and pulled her wet tank off, and Amanda's mouth watered at the sight of the tiny pink nipples that crowned the dark skin of Liv's gorgeous breasts. Leaning up, she pressed her mouth to Olivia's collarbone, cupping one breast in order to scrape her nails lightly over its peak. The sound that she was rewarded with set Rollins' clit throbbing as Liv ran a hand down the blonde's back, drove her fingertips into an ass cheek.

With a grunt, Amanda drove Liv to the mattress, kissing her open-mouthed and wild. She shoved a hand into the front of Liv's rain-soaked underwear, moaning deep in her throat when her fingers struck home and rubbed over the hard clit.

"Amandaaa," Liv sighed.

Rollins grinned, pushing lower, two fingers curling into where desire pooled, sliding inside. "God," she drawled, "you feel . . . " she hesitated, slid out then in deeper, "you feel like home."

Olivia nipped at Amanda's neck as she worked to push the underwear off. "Touch me, Amanda. It's been so long."

Rollins' hand closed over Liv's where she struggled with the panties and helped pull them down and off. She settled between Olivia's legs, warm palms trying to caress warmth into the flesh of thighs chilled from the storm. It had been years since Amanda had been with a woman, and she exhaled a shaky, nervous breath as her hands met in the middle and parted Liv's labia gently. An appreciative murmur escaped her lips as she recognized how wet Olivia was, and above her she heard a sigh.

Dipping a fingertip into the dewy pool of moisture at her entrance, Amanda drew it up and around the hard clit lightly, swiping soft circles experimentally. Liv responded with a quiet moan and her pelvis tilted eagerly closer to Rollins' mouth.

"Fuck," she groaned, and plunged her tongue in to taste her. Her mouth slid up and pulled the swollen peak of Liv's clit between her lips, sucking firmly.

The brunette jerked forward as she whimpered in surprise and satisfaction, her hands coming down on Amanda's head. "Oh!" she gasped, "Jesus, Amanda!"

Rollins was already addicted to her - to the throb of her centre, to her taste and the slick warmth of her as she sucked harder, pushing her tongue over and over the erect ridge. Her own pussy was pulsing erratically in a jealous rivalry as Amanda brought her fingers up and slid two firmly inside Olivia.

There was no chill inside, only heat, gripping and enveloping and Amanda grunted in primal satisfaction. The thrust of her fingers was messy and rough, but it only stoked her desire. Liv reacted in kind, trembling and panting.

"Aman – ungh . . . oh my G – " Liv's hands on Rollins' head clutched, simultaneously pulling damp blonde tendrils and praying that it was okay to do so. "Please! Ungh!" Slowing, the fingers caressed across her G-spot as Amanda's mouth moved back over her clit. Her orgasm broke like a snapped string, taking her by surprise, and the shout that flew from her throat was a sound Olivia hadn't heard since she was in college.

Amanda rolled aside, panting from her own desire, flushed, speechless and happy. When Liv could move again, she was right there over her, devouring the blonde with deep kisses as both hands pulled at the last article of clothing between them.

"I've wanted you for so long, Amanda," Liv breathed the words into the blonde's open mouth., and Rollins whimpered helplessly.

No more damp clothing, no barriers between them then as legs tangled and shifted on the bed. Olivia's hand moved finally where Amanda had been burning all along, fingers indulging in how drenched she was. A thumb covered the runaway pulsing of Amanda's clit, circling tightly.

"Look at me," Olivia implored softly. She smiled when Rollins' blue eyes fluttered open. "I want to see you as I make you come," she explained, illustrating her point by adding two more fingers to the fray.

"Unghh . . . " Amanda bit her lip and fought to keep her eyes open. "What do you want, Amanda? Tell me."

"I – oh God! I want – "

"Mm?"

"Hard," she panted, "fuck me hard."

Olivia's mouth sucked in an earlobe softly as her fingers below answered Amanda's pleas, fucking her fast, and hard, the veins on Liv's dark forearm visible from the effort. Holding her blue eyes with her darker gaze, Liv watched the pleasure on Amanda's face as all her words devolved back into panting and gasps. The flush of orgasm was high, across her chest and in her cheeks. She sucked in a hard nipple as Rollins arched tightly against her.

"Oh – oh oh oh!" The panting turned into deep gasps and a single word, the sound going up and up as each gasp hitched, cut off by the next. The storm's passing had gone by them unnoticed, but the thunder of her coming was impossible not to watch. Liv was enraptured, as Amanda trembled and whimpered, thrusting onto the slip and stroke of her long fingers.

Then, all was quiet.

No thunder, no downpour. Liv held Amanda, a hand caressing damp waves of blonde hair from the sides of her face. She exhaled a shaky breath, thinking she could sleep for days now; her shoulders, her legs, her chest - all the tension she'd held there, gone.

"Liv."

"Mm?"

"I don't want to leave here," Amanda confessed quietly. "It's easy here. It's . . . good."

"Well," Liv grinned, "I don't imagine this case is going to break, any time very soon." She placed a kiss on the blonde's forehead, tasting the salt of sweat there. "But when it does, well . . . we'll have to find a way to make it good, out there, too. Together."

END