A/N: I deserve a drink, guys. For real. I'm not sure what you've got started here, but I really, really like it. Jussayin'. Enjoy this responsibly. I am headed straight to bed to sleep (it's 3:45am here). Next chapter coming very soon. Thank you for the reviews – obviously, they helped me feel better. Lol

Rating: NC-17, NSFW

Spoilers: None

Trigger warnings: Ass play, reference to razor

Breaking & Entering II: Smooth

Rollins was too tranquil to perceive the near-inaudible click of the bathroom door opening. The temperature inside was several degrees warmer than the rest of the apartment, and the accumulated steam immediately moved over and clung to the parts of Olivia's skin that were exposed. Amanda was in the large tub, hair piled messily on her head, eyes closed, surrounded by what Liv estimated was about three quarters of a bottle of bubble bath.

With a smile, Liv leaned on the counter, crossing her legs at the ankles, and her arms over her chest. She took slow, deep breaths of the humid bathroom air, which smelled like jasmine and tuberose. After a few moments, she said:

"You know, you should probably lock the door behind you if you're going to be so oblivious when you're relaxed."

Amanda's eyes came open sluggishly. "I'm not oblivious," she dismissed, "I'm safe. Why should I be nervous when I know you're here?"

Olivia smiled, but said nothing.

Amanda let her gaze rove over Liv's body, appraising her tight, faded dark jeans and the comfortable button-up she had rolled to her elbows. The baby-fine stray hairs at her temples and hairline were already growing damp with the humidity. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Rollins drawled.

Turning to the vanity, Liv reached into a drawer and then turned back to the naked blonde, a razor and can of shaving cream in her hand. Amanda's eyes came open the rest of the way, and she raised an eyebrow. She had kept herself trimmed since she was fifteen, without ever venturing into the varied wilderness of other hair removal methods. She had also never received any complaints.

Her tone was skeptical, hedging on offended. "Liv?" She looked pointedly at the implements.

"Relax," her partner chuckled. She crossed to the tub, pulling over one of the towels that Rollins had set on top of the toilet seat, and put it down on the floor, kneeling onto it. "This isn't a veiled complaint," Olivia assured her.

"Okay . . . "

"One of the biggest things that people worry about when it comes to sexually exploring is our culture's strange conviction that everything below the waist is dirty," Liv explained. "Obviously, I don't believe that it is – but, I want you to be as confident and comfortable as possible. So, we're just going to . . . tidy up."

Rollins was still looking at the brunette like she was suggesting something demented, but she said, "Alright," quietly, making Liv laugh again.

Olivia half-rolled her eyes and pushed up her already-high sleeves. "Roll over."

Bubbles rose on the crests of the ripples created by the blonde turning over in the tub. Amanda crossed her arms against the bottom of the tub and let her body relax into the new position. The pinked skin at the back of her neck, her shoulders, the small of her back and the rise of her ass-cheeks prickled with goosebumps as the cooler air touched them. She turned her head, trying to glance at Liv over her shoulder.

"My little mermaid," Liv murmured as she rescued the cloth that was adrift in the tub.

She took her time, soaking the cloth, then squeezing warm water over Amanda's neck and back, then repeating. This went on until she could hear Amanda's breathing coming, deep and steady. A glance told her that her eyes had drifted closed again. The cloth was replaced then by Olivia's fingertips, gliding over wet skin, pressing in to all the places where the blonde's muscles were unyielding.

The quiet in the fragrant washroom was punctuated, now and then, with sighs and murmurs of appreciation from Rollins. When Liv's fingertips at last moved from the small of her back to the crest of her ass, Amanda recognized the escalation in her heartrate, her clit twitching in the warm water. Who would have thought buttocks could hold so much tension? She was pleasantly surprised by how great it felt to have the muscles there coaxed into relaxing.

"You have the greatest ass," Olivia declared, the desire in her voice unmistakable.

Amanda shivered and grinned. "Thanks."

Liv's hands disappeared momentarily, and the button-up she had been wearing fell silently to the bathmat. One hand went into the tub, underneath Rollins, and flattened against her mons, pushing up to help rise her ass more out of the water. Amanda was conscious of the return of the washcloth, this time letting water cascade gently over her bottom when Olivia squeezed. Her breathing was coming a little faster, and when the cloth rubbed briskly down the valley of her cheeks and over her asshole, she let out a quiet moan that took them both by surprise.

She was wet, and getting wetter.

Liv chose not to draw attention to any of the noises leaving Amanda's throat – not then, at least. She tossed the cloth aside, trading for the shaving cream.

Sfwrrrrpt. She didn't skimp on it, lathering it in her hands in an effort to warm it up some. Still, it was slightly cool when it touched the feverish skin of the blonde's ass and perineum. More goosebumps, as Rollins decided the feel of the lather was different, yet erotic. She squirmed under Liv's touch, fingertips so close, so close to where she wanted them!

Rinsed hands then, returning to open her cheeks for the razor. "No sudden movements," Olivia teased, shaving carefully in the direction of the fine blonde hair growth.

It didn't take long – maybe ten or so careful passes that bared the skin of her asshole and the no man's land on the other side – but every slide of the razor was like accelerant on a blaze for Amanda, arched and open-mouthed in the cooling bath. Then Liv was rinsing away the shaving cream, just fingers sliding over the smooth skin, checking her work. When the hands left abruptly, Rollins looked over her shoulder, shocked.

"That's it?" she rasped.

"That's it," Liv grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Unless – " she placed her finger to her bottom lip in mock worry, "I mean, unless you need something else?"

Dripping in every sense of the word, Amanda narrowed her eyes at the brunette who was now half-soaked from her grey, CK bralette, down to her navel, wet waves of her hair sticking wildly about her face. "Olivia."

"Yes?"

"Fucksake . . . please," Rollins whimpered. Her clit was now throbbing, refusing to be ignored, and she bowed her head and held in a breath.

A finger suddenly zeroed in on her swollen, upside-down pussy and slid, all the way up the cleft and to her entrance. "You're dripping," Liv announced, "and not just water." Rollins moaned. The finger slicked inside her heat, straight down to where finger met palm.

"Yesss!" Amanda hissed.

Olivia drew back to fingertip, then thrust all the way back in, patiently, as if testing a theory: out, in, out, back in. Then she added a second finger, thrusting harder. With her opposite hand, she squeezed open Amanda's asscheeks again, dipping her head and blowing cool air across the sensitive naked skin.

"Ungh-ah," Amanda gasped, "oh fuck, that feels . . . ungh – amazing!"

"Agreed," Olivia nodded, her voice husky with want.

Both hands – one slow-fucking two fingers across her G-spot, the other on her ass – then both thumbs, one that pressed into the slippery knot of her swollen clit, the other that slid light circles around the smooth skin of her asshole.

Then . . . nothing.

Am I dead did I die? Rollins thought to herself, her eyes slamming open.

Olivia was getting to her feet, drying her hands on the towel as if they had been discussing filing their taxes. She tossed the towel to the laundry hamper and turned to the sink, opening the same drawer as before. "When you get out, pat yourself dry and then rub some of this into the shaved skin," she advised.

"What . . . what is it?" Amanda panted.

"Tea tree and sage oil. It'll keep the skin moisturized and soothed."

"I – " the blonde gaped at her girlfriend, rolled over in the tub and sat up. "Ok?" she blurted, her annoyance obvious.

Liv crossed back, leaned down, and kissed Rollins softly. "And Amanda?"

"What?"

"You better not come. From now, until we're ready, that's the new rule."

She watched Liv walk out of the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Glanced at the now-cool bath water with its deflating bubbles and residue of shaving cream like so much sea foam.

"Jesus Christ!" she shouted, and clawed the plug from the tub drain.

TO BE CONTINUED