"Are you sure?" Olivia asks for the umpteenth time, and she can see the way Alex's jaw clenches in silent response.
"For the last time, Olivia, yes." As if on cue, Noah squeals before dissolving into laughter that mingles with Jesse's and Billie's. Frannie joins in with an enthusiastic yip. A smile tugs at both Alex's and Olivia's mouths when they hear Casey roar. "Casey and I are more than capable of taking care of our children for a weekend without the two of you helicopter moms."
"Our children?"
Alex silently stammers for a moment. A moment that Olivia eats right up.
"I—well—it's been three years."
Olivia's already closing the distance between them, arms around Alex's waist to pull her closer.
"No wonder the MILF category on PornHub's been looking so good," Olivia smirks, moving in for a kiss.
Alex tries, halfheartedly, to pull away.
"Tell Amanda she can keep you. I'll have the divorce papers drawn first thing Monday morning."
"Hate to break it to you, Cabot, but you're stuck with me," Olivia murmurs softly against the corner of Alex's mouth and can feel, more than see, the way this elicits a smile. There are days where it still feels like a dream to Olivia, as if she might wake up at any moment to find that she's grasping at mist, trying to hold onto this life that never really existed.
"You look beautiful," Alex whispers in response before pressing a kiss to Olivia's lips. "She's going to love it."
"If you need anything call me."
"Olivia…"
"I mean it."
"Olivia…"
"I'm just say—" is all Olivia can manage before Alex exercises a sure-fire way to shut her up. It's a few seconds before she feels another body pressing against her back.
"Should I text Amanda and tell her to come join the party?" Casey husks into Olivia's ear, arms around her waist.
Alex gets there first, rather resolutely. "Olivia was just on her way out."
"Oh yeah? Can I get in on some of that action before you go? Monday's a long ways away."
Olivia laughs and tries to glance over at Casey. "You can stop pretending you're not excited to have Alex to yourself for two days," she chuckles as she turns to better face her.
"I contain multitudes," Casey replies matter-of-factly before pulling Olivia in for a thorough kiss. "Now get goin' or you're gonna be late. I'll send you lots of cute pictures of Alex playing Mr. Mom."
Alex scoffs, poised and ready to lecture Casey (yet again) on how she is, technically, a mother now.
"And that's my cue," Liv drawls, slipping from between the two of them. "Call me if you need me. I mean it! I love you."
"Love you," Alex and Casey reply in unison as Olivia exits the kitchen to say goodbye to the kids.
"This isn't the way back to my place, Liv."
"Took you long enough."
They'd gone out for dinner, just the two of them, at Amanda's favorite place in Little Italy, the both of them dressed up and in rare form.
"What do you want from me? I had all that wine." Amanda shifts in her seat so she's on her hip, gazing over at Olivia. "That doesn't answer my question."
Liv rolls to a stop at a red light and holds out her hand for Amanda to take. "Where do you think we're going?"
"You can't answer my question with a question," Amanda sighs, slipping her hand into Olivia's.
"I can and I did." She glances over at Amanda. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Liv…" Amanda pouts. "You're really not gonna tell me?"
"It's a surprise," is all she offers with a shrug, car rolling along again.
"This isn't some... Thelma & Louise thing, is it?" Amanda wonders aloud, bringing Liv's hand up to her lips, murmuring against it. "Where we abandon our lives here and drive 'til the sun comes up to start all over somewhere new?"
"No, Amanda," Olivia laughs, Amanda's teeth gently sinking into her knuckle. "It isn't some 'Thelma & Louise thing.'"
"Then what is it? C'mon, darlin'. Just a little hint." Amanda seems to be working her accent awfully hard, and Olivia knows it can't just be the wine bringing it out of her. She caught onto what it does to Olivia far too quickly for her liking.
"Alright," Olivia relents with a sigh while Amanda gently bounces her hand against her lips. "How about… no."
Amanda groans.
"We'll be there in fifteen minutes, keep your panties on."
"What if I told you I wasn't wearin' any?"
Olivia just smirks.
"Make it ten."
-
"Keep your eyes shut!"
"I'll keep 'em shut! You're messin' up my make-up, I'm going to look like a raccoon by the time we get to wherever the hell we're goin'."
"No cheating," Olivia warns her as she pulls her hands away. Seven minutes before she pulled into the parking garage she made Amanda close her eyes to keep the surprise alive. Keys jangle as she unlocks the door and pushes it open, slipping past Amanda to guide her over the threshold.
"Alright." She closes the door behind them and turns back around. "Open your eyes in three… two… one…"
Amanda drops her hands to reveal—
"Your apartment." After all the suspense, Olivia can't even blame her for the way her tone falls flat once the cloud of mystery's been lifted. Amanda swivels to look at Olivia. "Why are we at your place?"
"We are at my incredibly quiet, child-free apartment because Casey and Alex have the kids and the dog at your place," Liv informs her, slipping her arms around Amanda's waist to pull her closer. "And it's kind impossible to have a weekend to ourselves with three kids, a dog, and two other partners around, you know?"
It finally clicks for Amanda. Olivia watches as the realization ripples across her features, settling in her gaze.
"No kids," Amanda concludes.
Olivia echoes the sentiment. "No kids."
"All weekend?"
"All weekend."
"Just you and me."
"Just you and me."
Amanda releases a sigh of both relief and shock as she cups Olivia's face. "Ohmygod how?"
"Casey and Alex wanted to do something nice for us. They're holding it down at yours until we're out of work on Monday."
"We get to sleep in," Amanda hums with a smile, leaning in to press a kiss to Olivia's lips.
"Mhm."
"And have loud sex," she murmurs against Liv's lips, unwilling to pull away just yet.
"I have neighbors," Olivia reminds her, moving along to press a series of kisses along her jaw.
"Okay so not really loud but… at least Noah isn't going to ask about the dog he heard whimpering in your bedroom last night."
Liv has to pull back to laugh at that early memory. "It made for great breakfast conversation."
"Olivia, that was the most embarrassing morning of my life."
"Really? I happen to enjoy your whining. Best dog I've ever had."
"Get outta here." With a hand on her chest, Amanda pushes a laughing Olivia away from her. "I'm gonna shoot Casey a text to say thanks and check up on the kids." She pauses and glances over at Liv, who's headed to the kitchen. "You think that's too much?"
"No," Liv chuckles, pulling a bottle of red from the wine rack. "But if you want to say thank you, then you should probably text Alex." She pauses, pressing the corkscrew into the top of the bottle. "It was her idea."
"Really." The surprise is evident in Amanda's tone, her phone clattering down on the island: screen still lit, message unsent.
"Why does that come as such a shock?" Olivia's gaze flickers to Amanda from pouring the wine into two glasses.
"No offense, Liv, but uh… your wife is kinda terrifying."
More laughter's pulled from Olivia, who's clearly entertained. "What do you mean, 'she's terrifying?' The two of you have slept together before." She slides a glass toward Amanda.
"No, we have not," Amanda scoffs. "We have slept together." She holds a finger up, moving it in a circle. "All of us. Together."
"And there's a difference?"
"Yes, there is a difference between the two of us being together and all of us being together. If there wasn't, would you and I be here right now?"
"Alright, fair." Olivia takes a drink and sets her glass down on the countertop, licking her lips as she looks back up at Amanda. "So…" A grin spreads. "What's so terrifying?" Oh, if only Alex were here. There are no words to express how much she'd love this.
"I don't know… she just—she's tough, y'know? They still call her the Ice Queen, Liv. One minute it seems like we're good and the next…"
"That's not you, baby," Olivia laughs. She can't help it. "That's how she is with everyone. It's just… the way Alex is. You'll get used to it."
Amanda doesn't look so sure as she toys with the stem of her glass. "She really hasn't said anything about me? She doesn't hate me or anything?"
"She's the one who suggested we have the weekend to ourselves," Liv reminds her, taking another sip and closing the distance between them. "And today… she called Jesse and Billie her kids." Olivia leans in as she shares that last part, as if she's creating some little secret between herself and Amanda. In some ways, she is.
Amanda's smile is colored with the disbelief that lingers in her gaze. "She did?"
"She did," Olivia nods. "You were right about her. She is tough. But she cares about you and the girls. Alex and I… we weren't always like this, you know? Twenty years is… it's a long time."
"Trust me, I know. I'm very aware," Amanda drawls over the lip of her glass before she takes a long drink herself.
Olivia sighs. This isn't the first time they've delved into this territory, Amanda sometimes feeling like the fourth wheel. She's the one with the least amount of history, the one who hasn't been around as long. In some ways, she still feels very much like the newbie. Which is something Olivia can understand, but not something she wants to argue about tonight.
"Okay, enough." She presses a button and Amanda's phone screen goes dark. "We can FaceTime everybody in the morning. But right now, it's you and me. And that's all that I care about."
"I'm sorry," Amanda groans, catching herself just a little too late. "That wasn't fair."
"No, it wasn't. But that's okay. We can fight about it Monday night if you're still feeling up to it. But for right now… I think there are three Love Island episodes on my DVR with your name on them."
Amanda lights up almost immediately. "Are you serious?" Olivia nods and Amanda moves in closer. "That's the sexiest thing you've ever said to me," she murmurs against Olivia's lips. "Even if the DVR is now so old that it belongs in the Smithsonian."
"Alright, go turn it on and get it out of the queue or whatever it is," Olivia laughs and gently shoves Amanda away from her.
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"Heterosexuality is so exhausting," Olivia groans, finishing off her second glass and setting it on the coffee table. "I still don't understand how you watch this."
"Sometimes it's nice to watch other people's lives crash and burn for a while."
"Because your life is so bad?" Olivia chuckles.
"Not anymore." Amanda shrugs and takes another drink. "But it's stressful."
In that one, simple yet honest admission, Olivia's able to glean everything Amanda isn't saying. They're both fortunate to be with people who understand the stress of their job and the toll that it takes. She can't even begin to tally the amount of times she's collapsed down onto this very couch, feeling like an empty shell of a human being after spending hours seeing just a fraction of the horrors this world holds.
"I know," Olivia whispers, turning her attention away from the disaster playing out on her television screen and toward Amanda instead. It wasn't all that long ago that Olivia saw, firsthand, what that stress did to Amanda. Losing herself in gambling, in alcohol, in all sorts of risky behaviors that could've gotten her hurt. Or worse. Their relationship was tumultuous long before it turned romantic. They've seen each other at their worst, and to see the way Amanda's turned things around and the way she's stepped into her own as a detective, as a mother, and a person is still awe-inspiring, when Olivia thinks about it.
"What?"
Amanda's voice pulls Olivia from her reverie and back to the present to find Amanda's staring back at her now.
Olivia shakes her head. "You're beautiful, that's all."
"Liv," Amanda drawls, not buying that for a minute. She leans forward to set her glass on the table, shifting onto her hip to better face Olivia. "I know that look. Tell me."
"It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"It's nothing!" Olivia laughs at Amanda's insistence.
In the blink of an eye, Amanda moves from sitting beside Olivia to straddling her waist. "Olivia Benson, you tell me what has you lookin' at me like that or so help me god, I'll—"
Olivia's fingertips sink into Amanda's waist, pulling her forward until they're snug against each other. She has to tilt her head all the way back to look up at Amanda. "You'll what?"
Amanda's only response is threading her fingers through Olivia's hair before firmly tugging on the locks in her grasp. "Tell. Me."
Olivia laughs. "If you're going to pull my hair, at least pull it like you mean it." Her palms slip downward until they're running along Amanda's bare thigh before she switches direction, fingertips creeping beneath the hem of her dress. "If for nothing else, to distract me from your empty threats."
She can feel the way Amanda's fingers tighten in her hair, but she knows it isn't out of anger or frustration, but anticipation. As Olivia's fingers creep higher, Amanda's grip grows more firm. She's always been particularly excitable. Sensitive. Her desire always like gasoline, just waiting for a match to bring it blazing to life. When Olivia reaches her waist and her fingers ghost along nothing but bare skin, she hums.
"You weren't lying."
Amanda's hips are already bucking. She exhales a shaky breath and drops her head until her forehead meets Olivia's, their little game already forgotten. "Thought it'd make it easier for you to fuck me in the car before we went inside."
"Yeah?" Olivia smiles, pressing her thumbs into Amanda's hips to feel the way they already move in anticipation. Out of desperation. "And what about on the sofa?"
Amanda nods. "That works, too." She inhales sharply, feeling Olivia's thumbs rubbing circles painfully close to where she wants it. "I've been waiting for this all day, Liv." There's a shaky exhale against the corner of Olivia's mouth. "Touch me." One hand moves from Olivia's hair to grasp Olivia's wrist instead, trying to move it closer to the flesh that aches for Olivia's touch. "Please."
"Tell me what you've been waiting for. The car," Olivia husks, and there's really no hiding the way her lust colors her tone. They both fall quiet once Olivia tilts her head ever so slightly to catch Amanda's lips with her own; the kiss deep, slow, and thorough. All the while Olivia's fingers stroke Amanda's inner thigh, luxuriating in the heat she can feel emanating from between her legs. "Talk to me, baby," Olivia murmurs against Amanda's lips.
"Like this. I—I wanted you like this," she confesses hastily, knowing what her obedience will buy her. "In the driver's seat. In your lap. I've been thinkin' about it since I woke up this morning, knowin' it's our night. I wanted to have you to myself before we went inside, I wanted to—oh god—" Amanda groans, her confessions finally buying her the relief of Olivia's fingers moving through wet flesh. It's gentle. Teasing. But it's something.
All the while, Olivia's eyes remain on Amanda who has a vice grip on her wrist and another on the back of her neck. She stills her fingers when Amanda stops, causing blue eyes to flutter open with panic.
"Keep going. Tell me what you wanted to do." Olivia begins to lightly circle Amanda's clit with soaked fingers.
Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, Amanda's eyes flutter shut for a moment and she nods.
"I wanted—mmh—I wanted to come for you wi-without havin' to hold back," she confesses just before a cry of relief is torn from her lips.
Olivia easily slips two fingers into Amanda's needy cunt, curling with each thrust as she begins to slowly fuck her.
"Oh god, Liv," Amanda groans, grinding against Olivia's hand. "You're gonna make a mess."
At this point, all Olivia cares about is feeling Amanda come undone. "I said keep going."
The way Olivia's fingers move, without an iota of urgency, leaves Amanda nothing but a whimpering mess in her lap. It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts and refocus.
"When—fuckyesthere—" Amanda whimpers, rocking her hips against Olivia's palm. "When you were finished with me, I'd push your seat back. I'm glad you wore a dress tonight, Liv."
Olivia corkscrews her fingers and, because Amanda's been so good, she takes the bait. "Why's that?"
Amanda forces her eyes open for this, finding Olivia's hooded gaze. "'Cause I could get on my knees right between your legs, slip your panties to the side, and clean you up with a lot less fuss."
Hearing Amanda's confession causes Olivia to clench her jaw, biting back a groan of her own. Her gaze locked with Amanda's, she exhales heavily, nostrils flaring.
"I wanna feel the way your thighs shake while I lick your pussy 'til you come all over my face," Amanda whines, Olivia finally fucking her in earnest. "You get so wet f—fuck—" Her head drops, catching sight of Olivia's hand between her thighs, Olivia's palm glistening with her need.
"Look at me," Olivia demands, causing Amanda's head to rise again.
What greets Amanda is nothing but pure, unadulterated desire. No guard, no façade. The way Olivia wants her—the things she does to Olivia—written so plainly across her features that it nearly makes her come apart.
"Kiss me—" Amanda urges, not waiting for Olivia's reaction but instead surging forward to press her lips to Olivia's in a kiss that's just as eager and needy as the hips moving against Olivia's hand.
The two fingers plunging inside of Amanda become three: curling and corkscrewing inside of Amanda's cunt, effectively turning her into a whimpering, shaking mess. With Olivia's palm now slapping against wet flesh—the sound so deliciously salacious—Amanda feels her muscles begin to wind even tighter, her toes begin to curl.
"Don't you dare fucking stop," Amanda blurts out against Olivia's mouth through gritted teeth, the threat of her release so close she can almost taste it.
"Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my hand?"
"God yes, I'm going to come all over your fuckin' hand," Amanda responds, and in just a few short seconds she's crying out with her release, gushing all over Olivia's hand as she comes undone twice—in quick succession—before she halts Olivia's hand with her own.
"Gimme a second, darlin'. If I come again I think I just might die," she exhales in a breathy chuckle, forehead pressed against Olivia's cheek. She slips her own hand between her legs to feel Olivia's thoroughly soaked hand, three fingers still buried inside of her. "Oh god. I told you you were makin' a mess."
"What's wrong with getting a little messy?" Olivia turns her head to press a few kisses along Amanda's neck, letting her take the lead as she carefully rises off of her fingers and presses Olivia's palm against swollen flesh.
"Wouldn't be a problem if you weren't still wearin' that nice dress. I'll pay for your dry-cleaning."
Olivia chuckles into the crook of Amanda's neck. "How about you worry about cleaning up your own mess," she murmurs.
It seems to bring Amanda back to life. She straightens up enough for Olivia to gaze up at her, shaky fingers stroking through Olivia's hair.
"Yeah? Are you wet for me?" Amanda asks, her smirk revealing that she already knows the answer to her question.
Olivia plays along anyway.
"Why don't you find out for yourself?"
"Spread your legs," Amanda whispers, refusing to break her gaze from Olivia's as she maneuvers her hand to disappear beneath Olivia's dress. The press of her fingers is greeted by wet cotton which she easily ushers to the side, two finger experimentally swiping through Olivia's swollen, aching folds.
They both groan.
"Since you took such good care of me, I suppose I should return the favor," Amanda murmurs as her hand retreats, those fingers disappearing between her lips while she moves to kneel between Olivia's legs.
She starts at Olivia's knee and works her way up. Lips against one leg, hand against the other. All the while, Olivia's watching. Dark lashes flutter every now and again as her heavy lidded eyes remain on Amanda all the while she works up to Olivia's aching cunt, inch by agonizing inch. Eager hands push at the hem of Olivia's dress, causing Olivia's hips to raise up. In one fell swoop, Amanda's tossing Olivia's soaked panties to the side and admiring her glistening folds.
Pinching her own nipple, Olivia reaches out for Amanda's head. With a firm grasp on Amanda's pretty blonde hair, she gives Amanda her orders. "Put your face in it."
Blue eyes flicker up at Olivia as Amanda leans forward to run her tongue through Olivia's cunt, humming at the familiar taste of her desire.
"Fuck—" Olivia's expletive is short and staccato, all the air drawn from her lungs the second Amanda enthusiastically buries her face between her thighs. The way Amanda lavishes her tongue along every last inch of her throbbing cunt is enough to have the thighs that frame her face shaking in a matter of a few minutes.
All the while, Olivia's watching. She can't tear her eyes away from Amanda, who alternates between looking up at Olivia and allowing her eyes to flutter shut at the exquisite taste of Olivia upon her tongue.
"I'm close," Olivia warns, her voice so clouded with lust she can barely speak. For the last time, Amanda's eyes flutter open to find Olivia. The vice grip on Amanda's hair tightens with Olivia furiously grinding her cunt against Amanda's mouth, desperate to come all over her pretty face.
Amanda's tongue flickers over Olivia's swollen clit, pulling a guttural 'oh god' from Olivia as she surrenders to Amanda's expert mouth. Her head falling to the side, Olivia's hips move of their own accord as her release washes over her.
Before she can recover from her first, Amanda's ushering her into her second by gently sucking on her sensitive clit, and then her third: two fingers buried inside of Olivia's cunt, fucking her hard and fast while Amanda's tongue laves delicious torture upon her until she unceremoniously pushes Amanda's face away from her pussy, sounding drunk as she speaks.
"Enough—I can't—"
"Okay."
It's all Amanda needs to hear to still her fingers.
Olivia goes slack, her limbs feeling like jelly while every last inch of her buzzes with euphoria. She swallows hard, heavy exhalations coming from between parted lips as she returns back to her body after that onslaught of pleasure.
"C'mere."
Wearing a rather satisfied smile, Amanda makes her ascent until she's face to face with Olivia once more. She peppers Olivia's lips with kisses until Olivia draws her into something deeper, humming at the taste of herself on Amanda's tongue.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Olivia whispers, still breathless, against Amanda's lips.
Amanda chuckles. "Haven't you ever heard to get while the gettin's good?"
"Amanda… we have all weekend," Olivia laughs.
"Exactly. And I'm just gettin' started with you."
Soft laughter soon dissolves into silence as Amanda and Olivia get lost in each other. The world outside with all its responsibilities and terrors disappears, and it's as if they're the only two people who exist. If only until Monday.