A/N: Won't be able to update tomorrow so wanted to get this out today. It's not as long as I had originally planned, but I hope it still makes you happy (and maybe a little worried).

"No disrespect boss, but aren't those flowers kinda dead?"

Fin eyed the tired lilies that still stood on Olivia's desk, almost two weeks after Amanda had placed them there.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just… Couldn't get myself to throw them away." Olivia stared at the white and pink flowers, smiling as she remembered that morning in her office.

"Elliot is really trying, huh?"

"What?"

"The flowers. I mean, he must be pretty desperate when he sends you flowers at the office."

"Oh. They're not from him, Fin."

Shit shit shit.

"Is that right? You got a secret you wanna share?"

"Nope. And you're dismissed, sergeant Tutuola." She gave him a stern look from behind her glasses, but failed miserably at hiding her smile.

Fin snickered as he left the office and Olivia breathed a sigh of relief.

"What was that about?" Amanda said as she came in with a case file in her hand.

"Fin speculating about my love life. He wanted to know who had sent me the flowers."

"Well, it is a mystery." Amanda said as she casually handed Olivia the file. "I've been driving myself crazy wondering who it can be."

She watched as Olivia removed her glasses. Damn, I love those glasses on her.

"Any chance this mystery person can get a babysitter on Saturday night?" Olivia said with her voice lowered just in case anyone could hear them.

"I believe that's possible, yes."

"Good. I'll text you the details."

They shared a short smile before Amanda turned to walk out and Olivia was sure she could see a tiny, but very cute, spring in her steps.

Olivia was never nervous. A little anxious maybe, and definitely stressed most of the time, but never nervous per se. She had been on the job too long to care much about what other people thought about her.

But nervous was exactly what she was feeling that Saturday when she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

She hadn't been on a date since Tucker, and more importantly she had never been on a date with a woman.

Not being on a date since Tucker wasn't exactly true. But her occasional one night stands with a certain David Haden couldn't count as real dates. They would meet whenever he came in from D.C., share a bottle of Merlot and have sex. It had been a simple and comfortable arrangement that had lasted for years, except for the rare times in their lives when both or one of them was in a committed relationship.

She had been heartbroken when their relationship ended all those years ago. So when he had unexpectedly called her a couple of years later she was hesitant at first, but quickly discovered that like everything else with David, meeting him again had been easy and comfortable.

"Liv, looking as beautiful as ever."

"Stop it." She smiled brightly as she leaned into the kiss he planted firmly on her cheek.

A couple of glasses later and they had been stumbling into his hotel room. Clothes shredded long before they reached the bed. And somewhere a long the way this had become a random routine that they repeated over and over again.

She smiled as the memories filled her brain, all while feeling a little guilty for thinking of him while getting ready for a date with someone else, and not just someone.

The truth was, it had little to do with David, or Tucker, or Brian or all the other men that she had taken her clothes off for. It had everything to do with the fact that they had all been men.

While she carefully applied her eyeliner, a long list of questions popped up in her head. Did women notice makeup the same way men did? Did they smell the perfume on your neck when leaning in for a kiss or a hug?

Wait, I'm a woman.

And she had definitely noticed how Amanda barely used any makeup at all, and how naturally beautiful she was. And she had definitely noticed how her perfume reminded her of that first day of spring in New York.

With that thought in her head, and with a few butterflies in her stomach, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time before she exited her bathroom and said goodbye to Noah and Lucy who were already lost in their Harry Potter marathon.

"So," Olivia started while looking at the woman across from her. "Tell me about yourself."

Amanda laughed as she raised the glass of wine to her lips. "What do you wanna know?"

"Everything." Olivia replied, a little more serious now.

"Hmm... Well, I used to ride horses. Back home in Georgia."

"You were a horse girl?"

"I was." Amanda nodded. "Broke my arm two times."

"Of course you did."

"And, I was a total tomboy until I wasn't. It happened literally over night, must've been the same night as these babies popped out." Amanda laughed as she pointed her fingers to her breasts.

Olivia laughed, but the only thought that kept running through her head was don't stare, don't stare, don't stare.

She distracted herself by reaching for her wine glass again and then another intrusive thought popped up. Go slow, go slow, go slow. Ever since that disastrous Sunday, it had been a constant worry, but still, here she was with another glass between her hands.

"What about you? What's something I don't know?"

"I was engaged once."

"What?" Amanda sat down her glass as a shocked expression spread across her face.

"When I was 16."

"What?!"

"With one of my mother's students."

Amanda just stared at her dumbfounded now. She had not seen this coming.

"Obviously it didn't last. I think I did it to piss her off, or get her attention, I'm not sure."

She regretted her confession now, because it wasn't really a funny story. Like so many of her stories, there was always that undertone of hurt and disappointment. In this case those undertones were specifically statutory rape by her so-called fiancé and the physical abuse from her mother.

"But that's in the past. Like your riding days."

Amanda eyed her for a second, wondering what was going on behind those beautiful brown eyes, that suddenly looked so sad. She decided not to push it. Normally she would've, but even trained detectives needed the occasional break from sad and serious.

"Who said my riding days are over?" She winked at Olivia.

"So... What, you're still into horses?" The brunette said with a crooked eyebrow as she reached for her glass again.

"Nope."

Olivia almost did a spit take when she realized what Amanda was referring to. "Jesus, Rollins." She chuckled while covering her mouth.

"Sorry." Amanda laughed.

"No you're not."

"True."

Olivia didn't know why, but she was surprised at how easily their conversation flowed. She had been determined to avoid all subjects involving work and Elliot. She desperately needed this night to be about her and Amanda. No kids, no ex partners, no horrifying cases that reminded them daily of how ugly the world could be.

"There is one thing I really want to ask you." Olivia said before putting the last bite of her brownie in her mouth.

"Ok."

The brunette swallowed the chocolate dessert slowly, delaying the question just a little more.

"You said you didn't like labels. But, have you ever been in a relationship with a woman?"

"I have. Once, and it was actually the most serious relationship I've ever been in. Well, except for Al maybe, but who even knows what that was about. This was back home in Atlanta and we almost moved in together."

"What happened?"

"She cheated."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah... So was I. But it was probably for the best. She was in and out of a bad crowd and knowing me I would've been dragged into it at some point."

Olivia nodded as she listened intently to the blonde. She didn't know when but her hand had moved over to the other side of the table and her fingers were now moving in small circles on the top of Amanda's.

There was a strange tension between them when they left the restaurant, like both of them were waiting for the other to say something. Amanda finally decided to take the lead and braced herself before turning to Olivia. "Nightcap?"

The blonde detective in true Amanda Rollins style, bit her lip and tilted her head while she waited for Olivia's response.

"I'd like that."

The closer they got to her building, the more their hands kept brushing against each other. And for every simple touch, Amanda wondered if the almost three weeks that had passed since their first kiss could be considered long enough time to wait for something more.

Either way, Olivia had to be in charge of this.

When they were about to pass the last alley, Amanda was both surprised and equally relieved when Olivia uttered a simple "wait" before she pulled Amanda into the confined area.

She didn't know if it was the wine, their hands innocently touching for twenty minutes or how Amanda's hair looked especially wavy and almost golden in the street light, but Olivia knew that she couldn't wait a minute longer to get her lips on hers.

Amanda whimpered when her back hit the brick wall.

"Sorry." Olivia mumbled against her mouth.

"Don't be." The blonde mumbled back before she bit down gently on Olivia's lip.

While their first kiss had been soft and hesitant, and their second more needy and passionate, this was nothing more than desperate.

Olivia didn't even have to ask Amanda to touch her before a hand slipped inside her blouse and covered her black satin bra.

When Amanda's leg moved between Olivia's thighs, she couldn't help the low groan that rumbled up from her throat. And she couldn't help how her hips slowly started to grind against the blonde. Her hands were planted firmly on Amanda's hips, but it became more and more tempting to move, and it would've been so easy to slip a hand inside of her black jeans.

For a moment, Olivia forgot about where they were and the fact that she would surely lose her job if a patrol car should suddenly drive by and catch them in the act.

When she felt that sweet sensation slowly start to build in her lower belly, she grabbed Amanda by the shoulders and rested her forehead against hers.

"Wait. Stop." She breathed out.

"Stop?" Amanda asked huskily, her fingers now moving in firm circles over a hard nipple.

"If you don't stop, I'm gonna... ugh... come."

Amanda's lips curled into a smile then. God, she wanted to make Olivia come.

But not here.

"Still wanna come inside for that nightcap?" Amanda asked, a little out of breath.

"I want to come inside, but not for the drink." Olivia admitted through a whisper against the blonde's ear.

Just as they were about to exit the alley, Amanda grabbed Olivia's hand. "Wait."

She straightened Olivia's blouse and closed the buttons that had come undone sometime during their heated and frantic make out session.

"Wouldn't want you walking around looking like a crazy person."

Their fingers were laced together when they rounded the corner and walked towards the stairs. Amanda was fumbling around in her purse, looking for her keys when a familiar voice suddenly called out.

"Mandy!"

Amanda looked up and felt her stomach drop when she recognized the man who was stumbling towards them. Her grip on Olivia's hand tightened and she instantly felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Dad?"

A/N: I'm so sorry. I'm a shit-stirrer, I know.