A/N: I tried really hard to nap today, but the powers that be aren't having it. I have been running on 4 hrs of sleep and Advil Cold & Sinus all day. The most recent request was a rim job/anal+edging. Here is the lead-up for that; really enjoying this one so far. *thumbs up* Reviewwwwww please oh please, especially right now while it's hard to keep myself encouraged! Thanks. Stay safe, wear your masks, get more sleep than I do.

Rating: Older Teen? Not quite MA, but still NSFW

Spoilers: A vague one for Exile, but that's it.

Trigger warnings: Discussion of anal/butt play

Breaking & Entering

"All I'm saying is, I don't get it. Maybe it's an Italian thing," Carisi shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to keep a handle on the blush that was rising in his cheeks.

"Yeah I – I doubt that," Rollins chuckled, chewing slowly around her bite of lunch.

Olivia breezed into the lunchroom, change poised in her hand to buy a Vitamin water, oblivious to the debate taking place. It was Rollins' turn to blush, but not because of the subject, rather that her body seemed to always flush when Liv entered a room. She assumed that it was simply the fact of her relationship with the Captain, unknown to anyone else, that thrilled her, endlessly.

"I'mean, sex is sex, Carisi; how you gonna tell a woman to go down on you, but not – "

"Whoa, whoa!" Liv cut in, standing up with the bottle she'd just retrieved. "What is going on in here?!"

All three SVU detectives looked down at their lunches, then surreptitiously at each other.

Fin cleared his throat. "We were jus' discussin' why people are into – "

" – or not into!" Carisi nearly shouted.

"Or not into," Fin echoed, "uh . . . " he faltered, considering.

Then, all at once, Rollins, Carisi and Fin each offered a term, speaking over each other:

"Butt sex," said Fin,

"Anal," Rollins offered, ever the professional.

"Back . . . door . . . stuff," Sonny got out slowly, then swallowed uncomfortably.

"What, like B & E, Carisi?" Fin snorted.

Liv sent up a silent prayer that none of them had chosen doing it up the ass, and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "Guys, could we please, just . . .not?" she exhaled. "This is still a workplace."

"You right, Liv," Fin agreed, his tone contrite.

"Yeah, we'll knock it off," Amanda added.

Liv looked at them all again for a brief moment, then shook her head and started back in the direction of her office. When she was safely back out of earshot, Amanda leaned in a little and said: "All I'm sayin' Carisi, is, maybe you should be more open-minded."

"I just don't see the draw to the butt!" he murmured defensively, "That's it! That's all!"

"Mm, that's because you're a breast man," Rollins shrugged, sitting back again.

"She's right, there," Fin chimed in, his voice low.

Carisi glanced sidelong at Tutuola, rolled his eyes, moved back to Amanda. "So, what - you're an ass man? Woman?"

The petite, pretty blonde that drove him crazy smirked and looked at him from under her lashes. She had a pretty good idea that if she was naked, and asked the Italian man to fuck anything up to and including a jelly donut, that he would say, 'Yes, ma'am,' and drop his drawers. "A Southern lady never tells, Sonny."

She rose from her seat then, and took her time rinsing her container before she tossed it in the recycle bin. He kept his eyes on her, still half-blushing, and Fin swallowed his laughter with gulps of his coffee as Amanda left them there.

When she was gone, Tutuola met Sonny's gaze one more time over the rim of his coffee cup. "Let it go, Carisi," he chuckled. "Just . . . let it go."

Amanda knocked and entered Olivia's office without waiting for a response. She shut the door behind her and slid her hands into the pockets of her dress pants. Liv took a purposeful bite of her salad and met the blonde's gaze while she chewed thoughtfully. The light in her dark eyes was bright with amusement.

"Can I assume that you let Carisi keep his life out there?"

"Alive and well," Rollins giggled, "Scout's honor."

"You shouldn't torture that poor boy," Liv chided, pushing her salad around the container with her fork. "You know he wants you worse than he has words to tell you."

Amanda gave the comment a pass in lieu of the of the question she had come to imply. "You didn't stay long enough to tell us your thoughts." She fiddled nervously with random items on the edge of the desk.

Olivia's chewing came to a halt, then she swallowed. "On - ?" she pushed, wiping a forefinger and thumb down the sides of her mouth. Amanda put her hands on her hips. "'Back door stuff?'" Liv offered, raising an eyebrow.

The blonde dropped heavily into the chair beside her with a sigh. "Yeah. That."

"Well, I didn't get to hear your answer, either."

A standoff began between their intense gazes. It broke when Amanda clasped her hands in her lap and said, "Well . . . "

Liv removed her glasses, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "I dunno. In the South, it's not exactly something we bring up casually. When I started havin' sex, I – " she shrugged, "I kind of just let guys do what they wanted. I was way too naïve to be there for my own enjoyment."

"I find it hard to believe that Kim never brought it up at all."

Amanda wrinkled her nose. "Keepin' my sister out of trouble was a full-time job for me – one that made me Enemy Number One in Kim's eyes – so we didn't really hash over all the details. What about you?"

"Until college, I didn't have a whole lot of sex," Olivia answered. "Then I met someone, a guy I moved in with, and luckily for me . . . he was kind, and gentle, and a good teacher."

"So . . . you like it."

Liv chuckled. "I – I think sex changes from partner to partner, and even from day to day. That's why we talk so much about consent, here, Amanda. Exploring what you like is good," she nodded, "but understanding that not everyone is going to be crazy about everything is better."

Amanda narrowed her gaze at Liv's diplomatic response. "Oh, you like it," she teased.

"More than it seems that Carisi ever might," the older woman deadpanned, and Rollins bit out a laugh.

"And hopefully less than Fin probably does," Rollins muttered.

"Get back to work, Rollins," Olivia smiled.

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Amanda was too distracted at the end of the workday to notice Sonny's lingering – not that it had ever deterred him. When it seemed like he couldn't wait any longer, he started noisily shuffling papers and shutting desk drawers. It finally dragged her out of her reverie when he started hovering alongside her desk.

"What's up, Carisi?"

"I just thought, if you're almost finished, maybe we could get some dinner."

"Oh, I . . . thanks, Carisi, but I've just got so much late paperwork. That's what I had to see Liv about right after lunch," she fibbed.

"I could, ah, I could try and talk to her if you want?" he offered, jerking his chin in the direction of Olivia's office door. "Charm her into lettin' you go early?"

"Well, as incredibly charming as you are," she smiled sincerely, "this work really has to get done. I'm sorry. Rain check?"

"For you?" he said, shrugging on his jacket, "Always."

"Night, Sonny."

"Goodnight, Amanda. Don't work too hard."

His exit left just her in the squad room, excepting the guy on the night desk. Rollins tidied her desk, deep in thought, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. Finally, Olivia emerged, locking her darkened office behind her, turning to find Amanda staring directly at her from her seat at the desk.

"Everything okay?"

Rollins stood so that when Liv reached her, they were at a conspiratorial, whispering distance.

"What? What is it?"

"I . . . " Amanda blushed a little. "Will you . . . teach me?" she asked, then hurriedly threw in, "Please?"

Liv's eyes lingered on her lover's face, a flicker of desire setting off the gold tones in her brown eyes. "You promise to be honest with me?"

Amanda nodded, her stomach somersaulting with anticipation.

"Then yes."

TO BE CONTINUED