A/N: Hopefully, everyone has survived to this chapter. I can confidently say, this is right up there with my favorite pieces I have ever wrote. I highly recommend having a dry pair of underwear to change to after you're done reading this Installment. I am ready for someone to make another suggestion that inspires me as much as this one did! Who's going to take on that challenge? Enjoy! Review and send prompts!

Rating: MA, NSFW

Spoilers: Blackout

Trigger warnings: Anal play, anal sex, use of the C-word

Breaking and Entering IV: Double or Nothing

"Two hours of glad-handing the brass," Olivia muttered, "I am so ready to be on my couch with my feet up."

"Or in bed," Amanda was quick to offer.

"Or that," Liv, smirked. "One more time around the room and we're out of here."

"I was ready to go when we got here," the blonde confessed.

They came up on the table where Sonny and Fin were, only to find them engaged with Nikki Staines.

"Nikki, we saved the city," Fin told her – a bit loudly.

"You cannot protect the rights of citizens by violating the rights of citizens," Nikki disagreed.

"All right, then why don't you call a constitutional law professor the next time somebody breaks into your car," Carisi suggested snidely.

"So – " Liv interrupted, "so much for small talk."

Nikki chuckled. "No, just a little sparring after hours. It's nothing personal."

"Says you," Fin sniffed, his eyes serious.

"Back at you, Sergeant." Nikki's voice slurred slightly, then: "Aaand I need a refill."

Liv bit her tongue as Staines left the table. "How about we say goodnight to Dodds - and get the hell out of here?"

"Right behind you," Amanda said with relief.

"We'll catch up," Carisi told them.

Olivia called back, "Good night, guys."

They hardly got a dozen steps before Dodds found them. "Lieutenant, Detective - am I allowed to say you both look lovely tonight?"

"Only if you say the same thing to Fin and Carisi," Liv came back immediately.

"Oh, yeah! I'll get right on that," Dodds brayed.

The gentleman to Dodds' right smiled. "Bill, are you going to introduce me?"

"Benson, Rollins, meet Rob Miller: co-counsel to our lawyers on the civil rights lawsuit."

"The case that Nicky Staines is litigating," Liv smiled politely.

Miller shifted, disappointed. "So you've heard of me."

"Well, you did make the top ten attorneys in New York Magazine last year," she added.

"It's what you get for picking up the check at lunch with a starving publisher. That, and 2.75 gets you a ride on the bus," he opined.

Dodds scoffed. "Don't believe it. Rob is one of the people who really runs this town."

"Hardly. Can I say I'm a huge fan of the work your unit does?" Miller offered.

"Always nice to hear," Rollins commented.

"That a Georgia accent? Loganville?" Miller looked pointedly at the blonde.

"That's a first," Amanda smiled, suspicious.

"I went to school down south," Rob said, as if to brush it off entirely. He turned his attention back to Olivia. "Lieutenant, nice to put a face to a name. Maybe we could grab a coffee some time."

Amanda's eyes widened as jealousy turned over, hot in her belly.

"Chief knows how to get a hold of me," Liv replied, her smile polite again.

Dodds raised his hands as if to clear the air. "Can I get you ladies a drink?"

"Actually," Liv started, "I have a – "

"Sitter on the clock," Dodds filled in. "I get it. Both of you, thanks for making an appearance."

"Of course." Olivia's fingers were already poised to order an Uber as they started to walk away. "What do you say?"

"I say Mr. High-Powered Lawyer was makin' the moves on you," Rollins said wryly.

"On me?"

"Mm."

"What about you?" Liv grinned. "Loganville?" She finished requesting the Uber and urged them in the direction of the stairs. "Let's go home."

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The apartment was silent in the night shadows when they arrived home, and just the absence of people, noise, and the expectation of manners was a welcome relief. Amanda flexed her sore toes into the carpet as she stepped out of her shoes, then walked on to the bedroom. Liv tossed her clutch onto the kitchen counter, got a glass of water, and doubled back to make sure the door was locked.

Amanda's dress was unzipped, and her hands were at her earrings when Olivia spoke from behind her: "Having the kids stay with Lucy tonight was a genius idea." Slipping her hands into the open back of the dress, she kissed the back of Amanda's neck warmly.

"Mm," she hummed in agreement and pleasure. She shivered, leaning into it as the kisses became more and more teasing.

"Are you too tired?" Liv rumbled.

"Never," Amanda sighed.

The hands drew up to her shoulders, pushing the tulle-capped sleeves of the dress down and off. There was no bra beneath, just a scrap of sexy, burgundy thong adorning Amanda's mons. Olivia let her hands drift up from where the dress now bunched at the waist, over the soft curve of naked breasts. She rolled each nipple between thumb and forefinger, smiling when Rollins' head dropped back to her shoulder. Liv turned her head and nipped an earlobe with her teeth.

"You look incredible tonight," Liv told her.

"Mm, so do you." Amanda smirked, "Pretty sure half the building noticed."

The brunette turned her lover in her arms, soft fingers caressing the side of her neck. "Still jealous?"

"I hate hidin' things," Amanda pouted. "Especially about things that are mine."

Olivia nipped at Rollins' full lips, taking her mouth into a prolonged, deep kiss. When it broke, she pushed the dress off Amanda's hips to the floor. "Don't you worry about Rob Miller," she murmured into the shell of the blonde's ear. "Now, get on my bed."

Reclined on the bed, Amanda watched Liv unzip her own dress. She slipped off the black satin bra that she'd worn underneath, then crawled over Amanda in just her earrings and a pair of black satin bikinis. Circling a nipple with her tongue, she pulled it into her mouth, suckling gently, then progressively harder as Amanda arched into it and whimpered.

She felt a hand brush the inside of a thigh and reached down to grab it, just before Amanda got the chance to rub herself. "I don't think so," she chided. "We've waited too long for you to pop the cork that fast."

Rollins' chuckle turned into a whimper as Liv switched to the opposite breast. Added to that, a knee wedged between her legs, pressing against the increasing pulse of her pelvis. She squirmed, making room for the delicious weight, rubbing her legs against Liv's.

"I walked around that party all night thinking how I couldn't wait to fuck you," Olivia confessed. Amanda shivered. "I almost dragged you into the washroom to fill you with my fingers."

"You could've . . ." Amanda sighed.

"Yeah? I could have you right there, on the bathroom counter?"

"Anywhere," Rollins groaned.

"Good to know," Olivia laughed. She settled between the blonde's thighs and slid a finger curiously over the short length of lace. The material was already damp with juices, and Liv teased her finger along the outline of labia, watching Amanda wriggle. "So eager," she praised.

She leaned in and pushed her tongue against the thong where it was wettest, letting the pool of desire at Rollins' entrance soak through the thin material. Then she was suckling her hard clit the same way, through the thong, holding Amanda's hips as she nosed over her work, breathing in her scent.

"Jesus," Rollins whimpered, "oh, Liv . . . "

Olivia pulled the thong tight, letting the material bite between Amanda's lips, now saturated with saliva and wetness, then blew light air over her. She watched with satisfaction as her engorged clit struggled to twitch under the wet lace. Above, Amanda's hands went to her own breasts, pinching her nipples in desperation.

Somehow – she didn't know how – Liv was back over her then, mouth poised at her ear. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?" she whispered.

"God! Yes! God, please," Rollins confessed, her hands fisting the sheets.

"Roll over."

A painstaking repeat of some of their shower stall antics started: slow back kisses that dragged hot trails down her spine, and gentle bites that had Amanda shuddering with ripples of gooseflesh. The moistened thong slid off hips and peeled slowly from Amanda's long-suffering pussy, replaced by Olivia's long, strong fingers kneading into the muscles of her ass cheeks.

By the time she felt both hands pull open the cheeks at her ass, Rollins was half humping her groin into the mattress. She held her breath, her heart pounding out of control. A warm, wet trickle of what could only be spit pooled onto her asshole, and Amanda bit the pillow underneath her in an effort not to holler aloud.

Then Liv's tongue.

Holy sweet fuck, Amanda thought, her eyes rolling skyward.

The point of Liv's tongue slid circles around the tight muscle, swiping and prodding in turn. The thin, sensitive flesh was warm beneath her tongue, and Olivia moaned against it at how aroused Amanda was. When she pulled back to admire her work, she saw a glistening thread of wetness that had dripped from pussy to sheets. "God, Amanda," she breathed, bringing a finger low to brush her clit, "you're so hot."

"Mmffg!" the blonde cried into the pillow.

The opposite hand brought a fingertip to her ass, pushing gently against the slickness. "C'mon, hon," Liv coaxed. The tip slid into the tight entrance and the brunette growled. "There you go . . . "

It seemed to Amanda an eternity, just getting the first finger fully fucking into her. She helped as much as Olivia would let her – rocking on her knees, relaxing, bearing down on the exquisite fullness that set her whole pussy aching for more. After that, the butt plug made another appearance, and Amanda was only slightly surprised to find herself looking forward to it. When it was safely nestled in her ass, Olivia pulled back and sat up on her knees, making Amanda glance questioningly over her shoulder.

"So . . . " Liv raised an eyebrow, "what're you going to do for me?"

With a giggling shout, Amanda turned and launched toward her lover, knocking her onto the mattress. "What am I going to do for you?" she echoed sarcastically, and kissed the older woman deeply, tongues twisting and sliding. When it broke, she was panting, their noses touching. "I'm going to love you for the rest of my life," she answered, her heartbeat fluttering.

Olivia twined her fingers with Amanda's and brought the hand to her mouth, kissing the knuckles before she sucked a finger into her mouth. Amanda's other hand brushed low, into the satin panties and over the damp dark curls there.

"God, I love how you feel," she breathed against Liv's mouth, wetting her fingers and curling them inside her tight, hot cunt.

Olivia's cool demeanor slipped as the fingers fucked slowly, stroking the ridge of her G-spot. Mouth dropped open, she groaned and rocked her hips. God, this whole thing had been so worth it.

Turnabout, nevertheless, is fair play, as everyone knows.

Rollins left Olivia hovering at the edge and grinned, moving away from her. Dark brown eyes met Amanda's gaze, the limited light in the room lighting the mirth in them. Amanda wriggled the underwear off, then pushed Liv's legs up and open with her hands behind her knees. She bowed low, trailing her tongue from juncture to clit. Liv jerked in Rollins' arms, moaning as her clit was engulfed by her mouth.

Short, hard sucks drove her crazy; her pelvic muscles clenching and unclenching. Amanda struggled to keep the plug clenched in her ass, fighting her body's want to let everything go. She brought her fingers back in the fray, fucking Liv relentlessly as she worked her clit.

"Oh God, so good!" Liv panted, "So – oh, I'm going to . . . don't stop, Amanda – "

"Come for me – Lieutenant," she purred.

Olivia obeyed with a shout, shaking in Rollins' arms, thrusting desperately onto the fingers filling her. When she caught her breath, Liv pushed herself up and left the bed. "Don't move," she ordered, "keep your eyes closed."

She heard Olivia's bare feet pad across the room to the dresser. "Move back up on the pillow, " she instructed. After a couple minutes, Amanda was aware of her weight moving back onto the bed, and over her body again. "I have another surprise for you," she told her.

"I hope it doesn't kill me," Rollins chuckled.

Liv's hand between her legs grasped the base of the plug and carefully worked it out of her. Then Amanda felt the head of what she assumed was a strap-on take up the spot at her asshole. It was already slicked with lube, and Liv steadied herself to go slow. "Take a deep breath," she said softly.

As Amanda relaxed and felt part of the head start to move, she became aware of a second head, pushing against her soaked pussy. Her head jerked up, eyes coming open.

"It's ok," Liv soothed. "It's a double."

Amanda panted, absorbing this shift as the strap-on moved again, filling both her holes with another inch. Propped on her elbows, her head dropped back, she keened as Liv slowly filled her pussy and her ass, stopping when their bodies finally touched.

"You okay?" Liv murmured.

"Yes . . . mm yes," Rollins nodded, moving carefully as her body accommodated. "It feels . . . full. Thick," she mumbled. "Good." The brunette moved, drawing back, trying a small thrust. Amanda trembled, bit her lip. The angry orgasm that had been kept at bay for nearly a week was barreling to the surface.

It didn't take long to resume full thrusts, and it made Liv wild with lust, proud of how honest and trusting Amanda had been. She locked palms with the blonde, pushing her arms to the mattress above her head and listened to the sound of their bodies together.

"I can – ungh," Amanda grunted, "I can hear your cock – ungh – fucking me."

Olivia slammed her hips forward then back, and on the pull out she heard Rollins scream as she squirted. "Yes!" she hissed, not releasing the blonde's hands. She pinned her and fucked her hard, right through the orgasm, feeling their groins wet with Amanda's squirting. The rubbing of the strap-on got Liv's clit throbbing again, and then they were coming together, Liv's face nuzzled into the crook of Amanda's shoulder.

After a few gasping, clammy moments, Olivia thought it was safe to get up.

She thought wrong.

Rollins scrambled up and pushed against her again, eyes bright. She got Liv flat on her back and moaned, "More," as she straddled over her and grasped the double-dildo, placing it where she wanted it and sinking home.

It was Liv's turn to grunt, each time Rollins rode her, slamming into her pelvis. Olivia reached out a hand and thumbed Amanda's clit, watching the cocks as they filled her. Finally, Amanda pulled off of her with a cry and another squirting climax, pushing Liv's hand roughly against her clit.

. . .

The room smelled of sex. Olivia was sure they had catnapped 20 minutes after the last orgasm before she finally opened her eyes and croaked, "Wow." Rollins hummed in sated agreement. "Please tell me why we waited so long to do this?" she asked.

"I don't know," Amanda panted. "Blame men. Blame the South."

Olivia laughed, fumbled at her hips to undo the harness. "Let me get a blanket to throw on top of the sheet. We need some sleep."

Rollins nodded, exhausted, and soon they were tucked into bed, a tangle of sticky limbs. The early-morning stars winked down on them through the window's curtains, and Liv made sure to set an alarm for a shower when they got up. She fluttered soft fingers down the line of Amanda's jaw and smiled as her breathing evened out.

"For the rest of my life," she whispered into the dark, and closed her eyes.

END