A/N: I am having the greatest time writing this, folx, and we're still only like two-thirds of the way there. Here is your (Canadian) thanksgiving holiday gift (no celebration of colonization intended, trust me – fuck every bit of that shit). Reviews are life, suggestions are also helpful. I love reading all of your comments. See you again shortly.

Rating: MA, NSFW (ironically …)

Spoilers: None

Trigger warnings: Anal play, sex in the workplace

Breaking & Entering III: Hors d'oeuvres

It was dim in the cribs. There was drool on the pillow. Rollins came awake with a start, thinking she was somehow late for work – which wasn't possible, as she had not left work in more than 37 hours. Pulling her cell out from under the pillow, she dropped back with a sigh. The time was just after eleven pm, meaning she had slept nearly two full hours, enough that she should count herself lucky. A text from Liv was unread. She tapped it open, rubbing her eyes clear.

Let me know what you want to eat when you get up - I'm ordering.

Amanda swung her feet to the floor, replying as she sat up: Chinese? Something salty, with rice and chicken balls. I'm going to get a quick shower, then be right down.

Her nipples puckered when her bare feet stepped onto the cold ceramic tile of the shower stall, and she huddled away from the spray, waiting for the water to heat up. She was warming up under the hot water with her eyes closed when the shower curtain rustled and a scream froze solid in the centre of her throat.

Olivia's tall, gracefully curved form stepped around the curtain. "It's me!" she whispered.

"Holy Christ," Amanda breathed, "are you tryin' to kill me?!"

The naked brunette stepped to her and pulled her in for a kiss. "Never," she murmured against their lips.

"Just to get both of us fired, then," Rollins raised an eyebrow, but knew that it was pointless to pretend to protest. Since Liv had declared the No Orgasm rule the night in the bathtub, Amanda was starved for any amount of touch that she was given.

Their wet bodies slipped against each other under the showerhead as the cooler air from the locker room freckled any skin it touched with goosebumps. "I have a surprise for you," Olivia grinned.

"Oh yeah? You givin' me the rest of the night off?" she teased.

"Better than that." Amanda noticed that one of Liv's hands was tucked behind her back, and she chuckled. The hand appeared. In it was a small, black silicone butt plug that had a heart-shaped base, with a purple glass jewel in the heart. There was also a single-use pillow-pack of lube. Rollins looked at it for a long moment without saying anything, then met Liv's gaze.

"It's a . . . "

"Yes," Olivia nodded.

"But, I – I thought we were just going to . . . " she gestured vaguely, indicating what she hoped Liv would interpret as 'fuck'.

Liv smirked, and said: "If you wanted to get a pickle into a straw . . . would you just buy a jar of pickles and starting jamming at the straw? Or would you maybe try with a gherkin first?"

Amanda made a face. "Can we not – just not bring cocktail pickles into discussions about sex and my ass?"

The older woman bit back a full laugh and closed her eyes. "All I'm saying is, it's a process. You don't belly-flop into the deep end." There was a pause, then: "Do you trust me?"

Rollins leaned in and kissed her again, tasting her tongue and letting her hands cup Olivia's full breasts. "I'm all yours," she murmured into the crook of her neck.

Liv urged Amanda onto the stall wall in a slight bend, then slid her hand down the wet curve of her spine, taking her by the hips. "Open your legs for me."

Amanda complied, stepping her legs open as if she was about to get patted down. She felt Liv bend further, then hot kisses were trailing down her back. At the rise of her ass cheeks, the kisses turned to little nips that made Rollins shiver each time they fell. Next, the nips got harder, teeth biting but only for the smallest second, then letting go. Afraid to moan and get them caught, Amanda opened her mouth and panted, trying to regulate her breathing. A hand dragged its way up the inside of one of her thighs, then over to the juncture between.

"What is it about bathing that gets you so . . . " two fingers swiped over Amanda's hard clit and through the generous wetness below, "excited?" Liv teased.

"My . . . bathing partner," the blonde gritted out.

Smiling, Liv continued to work her fingers around the hard, throbbing clit, then backwards, dragging more and more of the wetness to Amanda's asshole. The onslaught of her orgasm was like a wave that would come close to shore, but ebb without crashing. The fingers never stayed in one place long enough for more, and Amanda knew that Olivia meant to leave her wanting again.

"Fuck . . . fuuuck!" Rollins panted.

Olivia at last descended into a crouch, hands disappearing long enough to tear the lube open with her teeth and pour it onto the little toy. The slippery, tapered end of soft silicone brushed her clit at the same time that Liv's tongue slid up from Amanda's perineum and over her asshole. Her legs quivered and she drew blood when she bit into her lip to keep from hollering.

How can I be getting wetter? she thought to herself, How?! There's no way!

She felt her soaked pussy start to drip, and moaned softly, knowing she was wrong. Liv's tongue swept and swirled, pushing gently, and it was like nothing Rollins had ever experienced before. It was so much more sensitive than she had thought, and every touch made her lightheaded.

The toy was gone from her clit now, to keep her from coming, and all attention was on the task the brunette had snuck into the shower to complete. A fingertip pressed where a tongue tip had been the moment before, and slid in to the second joint with no effort at all, aided by all the lubrication. Tiny, encouraging thrusts of her half finger got Amanda rocking a little, onto the movement.

She wanted to keen, from deep in her throat – wanted to cry out Olivia's name and nearly weep with the pleasure, the intensity, with the safety she felt, and how much she loved her. But all she could do was white-knuckle the shower wall and croak a word now and then. Then the finger was fucking all the way in and back out, just one finger, and it was nearly like relief after aching so badly to have Liv somehow inside her.

"Thank you," Amanda gasped, "oh fuck!"

Had a year elapsed, since they had been in the shower? Unlikely, since they still had hot water, but the torture seemed endless. When the head of the plug finally pressed where Liv had been finger-fucking, Rollins all but sighed an Amen.

"Relax the muscle and push back," Olivia's voice rumbled from below her.

Amanda obeyed, and immediately the toy moved subtly. Liv's kisses and teeth resumed teasing the skin at the sensitive edges of her ass cheeks as she encouraged the soaked Southern blonde to circle her hips and bounce. It wasn't long before the beginner's toy pushed all the way in with a lascivious, wet pop.

"Oh – oh! Fuck – ohhh – " Rollins exclaimed, her eyes rolling back. "Jesus Christ, yes."

"You did amazing, Babe." Olivia got back to her feet a little unsteadily, lightheaded from the intensity of her own arousal. She put her hands back to Amanda's waist and tilted her hips in, standing her upright again. She pressed her lips close to the shell of an ear and whispered over her lover's shoulder: "Now you're going to get dressed, and wear it downstairs."

Blue eyes like saucers, Rollins reeled, turning to face her. "What?" she exhaled.

Liv grinned, wrapped her arms around Rollins' waist and squeezed her ass cheeks gently. It made her eyes close again, producing a whimper. "Dry off. Leave it in. And come downstairs."

She kissed the blonde, who was now shivering but not from the chill, and stepped back out of the stall to grab her towel. Amanda reached out to turn off the water and stood there, cooling off and dripping. She was curious, and excited – and scared.

What if she couldn't hide it? Even gentle movements rocked her with pleasure, and she'd needed to get off for more than two days. Her clit was still engorged and furious, which she would feel with every squeeze of her thighs. Not to mention, Fin was downstairs!

"God help me," Rollins shivered, "please, I'm beggin' you." Taking a slow, deep breath, she grabbed her towel.

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"So," Liv exclaimed, clapping her hands together, "are we sure we covered all of the social media bases?"

Around the table, Fin and Carisi shuffled papers in front of them, checking notes. Amanda, at the opposite end from where Olivia sat, stabbed her fork into her last chicken ball and kept her focus on not moving in her chair too much.

The butt plug was snugly where Olivia had left it. Amanda's pussy was still one big throb, aching to be filled and fucked so it could rest. Each shift of her body made her breath catch, and reminded her of Liv's tongue, pressing . Licking.

Jesus fuck. She took another slow deep breath, chewing her food purposefully, paying no attention to Liv's input on the case they were all discussing.

"You okay, Amanda?" Carisi asked her quietly.

Startled, she looked up at him, then glanced across to find Fin and Liv with their heads together over a file. "I'm fine," she told him, fighting the want to blush. "Just tired'sall."

"I thought you took a nap?"

"Not a long enough one." She smiled in an effort to get him to drop it. Leaning to her side, she stretched an arm out to drop her empty food container into the nearby garbage can. On the lean back, her pants skimmed her clit, and she bit back a gasp.

What if, a voice in her head drawled what if you get off without touching yourself? You can't get blamed for that, it rationalized, your body can only take so much, right?

Rollins wanted to giggle at herself – it was a childhood tactic, one that she had used to bend rules and get out of trouble often when growing up. But . . . the voice had a point.

She raised an eyebrow as she dialogued internally with herself, - I mean, how many times would I really have to shift in this chair to end this? Less than half a dozen, surely . . .

Purely to test the theory, Amanda moved again, clenched her ass on the toy and let her pants graze her centre. She grit her teeth, stared at the table and kept her breathing controlled.

God yes. A couple more times, she was sure, would end her suffering, and she knew there were plenty of things she could come up with to make Liv forgive her for bending the rules. Another shift. Her clit twitched. She knew the clean panties she'd put on were wet through from her continuously dewy pussy.

Rollins took one last deep breath, praying to come without giving herself away – or possibly fainting – and held the edge of the table in a death grip.

"Rollins!" Olivia called sharply.

Amanda's head snapped up, her heart launching into her throat. She swallowed dryly, her blue eyes dark with desperation. Her girlfriend's eyes were narrowed at her; it was obvious that Liv knew exactly what had been happening.

"Yeah?" Amanda finally choked out.

"Do you have anything to add that we didn't cover?"

The blonde shuffled papers, cleared her throat. "No. Lieutenant."

They got ready to break for more coffee, and Rollins grabbed Fin by the arm on his way by, asking him in a furtive whisper if he had his flask stashed in his desk so she could spike her coffee.

"You sure you're a'ight, Amanda?" he asked.

Her groin throbbed madly.

Lips numb, she replied, "I just need a drink."

TO BE CONTINUED