A/N: Set in late S13, no established Rolivia relationship is assumed. This was requested by a guest who wanted something similar to the First Aid chapter, where Olivia has to check on a private injury of Amanda's, which leads to resolved sexual tension.

Spoilers: None

Rating: MA, NSFW

Trigger warnings: references to vaginal injury & pain

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Deliquescence

Melt

verb

1. make or become liquefied by heat.

2. make or become more tender or loving.

Olivia had seen it happen – had felt it happen, sympathetically – had even winced as she watched Amanda go down before making sure she was okay. The stubborn blonde had refused an ambulance, refused any medical attention at all, for that matter. Liv imagined that she would have done the same, all those years ago when she was the newbie.

Liv had made sure Rollins stayed on her desk for the rest pf the shift, keeping her within sight if nothing else. Now it was end of shift and Liv could tell by the careful, uncomfortable way that Amanda was moving that she was still in a lot of pain. She sighed into the depths of the locker she had open in front of her, then shot a look at her injured co-worker.

"You really should get yourself checked out," Olivia tried again.

"I'll be fine," Amanda shrugged, "not like it's the first time I ever got kicked in the girl balls."

"It wasn't a love tap, Amanda," Liv pushed, "you were practically vomiting with pain."

Rollins shifted uncomfortably, blushing a little at the idea that they were indirectly discussing her private area. "When I get home, I promise I'll look after it, ok? I'll . . . shove an ice pack down there or something."

Liv, ever the maternal one, crossed her arms over her chest and asked, "What if the damage is more severe than that?"

Embarrassed, now verging on frustrated, Rollins snapped, "Will it make you feel better to take a look at it?" Once she heard her own words back, she swallowed dryly and shook her head. "I'm sorry. That was inappropriate; it's been a long day."

"Look, I know you hate being coddled. I'm not trying to embarrass you, I'm just concerned is all."

The blonde forced herself to look at Olivia's sincere face, thinking about the feelings for her that she'd been quietly burying since the day they had met in the SVU bullpen. Would the situation be more awkward, Amanda wondered, or less if she wasn't falling for her?

"I can take you to the ER and just drop you off," Liv suggested then. "I know it's a personal thing - I'd never stay without you wanting me there."

"How about, I'll think about it, and if I change my mind I'll call you?" Amanda compromised.

Liv nodded reluctantly, and shut her locker.

. .

By the time Olivia arrived at Amanda's apartment after the muffled phone call, she found the blonde curled up in pain on the sofa. Hours had passed since leaving work, but it didn't seem either woman had slept.

"Oh, Amanda," Liv sighed gently, pressing a hand to the blonde's forehead.

"Please don't tell me I have a fever, too," she mumbled.

"No, I think you're just warm from the stress of being in pain. Did you ice it when you got home like you said?" Rollins just looked at Liv guiltily. "Ugh. Amanda. Ok. Ok," she sighed.

Olivia shrugged out of her jacket and rolled up her sleeves and paced the living room briefly. She ran an anxious hand through her hair, then looked at Amanda again. "Ok, two options: you can either let me take a look at it – " the blonde's eyes shot open wide, "or, you're going to the ER. You decide."

An uncomfortable silence followed the declaration as Rollins tried to weigh which was the lesser of two evils. Of all the fantasies she had indulged in that involved Liv seeing her naked, this absolutely had never been one of them.

Without meeting her dark eyes directly, Amanda said, "You can look, as long as you promise to be quick, and not think less of me for it."

Now it was the brunette's turn to consider what they were discussing. She worried her lip with her teeth, looking away. Ever since Elliot's departure, the Southern blonde was her favorite place to let her feelings land, and what she was offering to do seemed reckless.

"I mean, it's certainly not professional," Liv admitted, "but I don't see a better option, since you don't want a doctor."

"We're both adults, Liv. I'm sure we can just . . . get this done and then leave it at that. Right?"

"Absolutely," Olivia nodded, but her stomach was erring on the side of knots and butterflies anyway. "Not in here, though," she said, meaning the living room. "We need more space. Do you have a first aid kit?"

"Yeah, in the bathroom under the sink," Amanda replied.

"Ok. Go on in the bedroom and get ready, however you'll be most comfortable, and call out when you're ready." She left Rollins to it, going out to the freezer for the ice pack, then to the bathroom for the kit.

A few minutes later, Olivia went into the bedroom in response to Amanda's call that she was ready. Naked from the waist, she had pulled a blanket over her midsection to cover herself from the hips down. Quietly, Liv set her supplies on the bed, then sat alongside Amanda.

"Ready?"

"Just get it over with," Rollins answered, still blushing.

Liv stood up again, rolling the blanket up slowly to give Amanda time to adjust. She tried hard to think clinically, to stay detached rather than curious as she bared calves, knees, lower thighs. Then upper thighs, then –

Amanda shot upright, a hand encircling Olivia's wrist in a death grip. She caught her breath, startled, thinking Rollins had changed her mind and was about to rescue them both. Then the blonde whispered desperately, "We're never going to speak about this again . . . right?"

Liv nodded. "Right."

She waited for Amanda to lay back down, then took up the blanket again. The anatomical "Y" of mons meeting the top of her legs came next. Things took an abrupt turn from detached when Liv pushed her hands against the silky skin of upper inner thigh, spreading Amanda's legs open. She had a neat, dark blonde triangle of pubic hair that Liv's eyes fell upon immediately, causing her heartbeat to accelerate. She ignored it, however, and picked up the cloth she had wetted with warm water.

"Ok, I'm going to – " Olivia cleared her throat, "touch you now, to look. Alright?"

"Yeah," Amanda answered, barely more than a whisper.

At first she just prodded two fingers into the space where thigh met labia, looking without really seeing in her panic to be polite. Then she blinked, shook it off, and comprehended that Amanda's entire vulva was an angry red. Olivia brought a single fingertip to the surface of the right labia and stroked downward, feather-light.

"Does that hurt?"

"J-just barely, yeah," Amanda nodded.

Nothing that she could see on the outer vulva was cut or bleeding, which was a good sign. "Ok, what I see here just looks swollen . . . you're probably bruised under the skin," Liv explained. "I'm just going to look a little closer, ok?"

"Okay."

Olivia moved in again, this time putting her thumbs against the fleshy outer lips and opening her as gently as she could. Her breathing was shallow as she looked at the delicate pink vale, relieved to find again that there was nothing cut or scratched. She exhaled heavily, forgetting for a moment that her mouth was mere inches from Rollins' center. The breath was close enough to reach the blonde's clit, which Liv realized as she noticed it twitch subtly.

Amanda's body flushed helplessly with goosebumps as her own heartbeat quickened.

"Nothing cut or otherwise wounded," Liv declared, trying to sound bright. "I think the pain is from all the swelling. I'm just going to wipe you down, and then I'll put the ice pack there." All of those words were out before Olivia realized that she was describing care that Amanda could do on her own. Her blush deepened as she waited for the blonde to tell her to get out.

But what came was, "Okay, good." Amanda sounded relieved, more than anything else.

The hand holding the washcloth trembled slightly as she realized she would have to follow through now. Liv brushed the cloth lightly oved Amanda's mons, then carefully downward, over her entire vulva. A high, surprised gasp left Amanda when the cloth went over the pouty swell of her clit.

"Sorry! Did I hurt you?" Liv asked, pulling back immediately. Rollins bit her lip and shook her head, her cheeks on fire. ". . . Oh," Liv said, catching on. Using her thumb and forefinger, she quickly but carefully spread her open one more time, wiping the centre. Before letting go, she couldn't help but notice that Amanda was now noticeably aroused, the beginning of dewy moisture gathering at the bottom of her exposed pussy.

Olivia let go and tossed the cloth aside, picking up the ice pack she had brought in. "Ok, take a breath, this will be tender - and cold," she warned. Normally, if she was just laying it on and leaving it, Olivia would've wrapped the ice pack in a towel, but she was intending to just hold it in place for brief periods of time. She began at the apex, laying the ice pack flat against the reddened skin. Amanda hissed and then exhaled as she relaxed into it, closing her eyes.

The cold was genuinely soothing, and for a few minutes they were both able to set aside their awkwardness. Liv felt better that she was finally helping Amanda feel better, and Amanda stopped panicking about what Liv was seeing down there. Every few minutes, Olivia would move the pack to a different spot or different angle, but neither of them spoke. In the process of keeping her mind on something else, Liv didn't notice that the ice was – naturally – melting as it warmed. Finally, while moving it, the gathering condensation slid down the ice pack and dripped into the valley where the blonde's lips parted.

Amanda's mouth dropped open at the sensation of the cool drip, rolling down her most sensitive flesh. Instinctually, she arched her lower half, eyes still closed and let out a moan. Liv froze, watching Amanda's face, clutching the ice pack in a death grip.

After a beat she asked, "Does that . . . help?" She kept the question purposefully vague.

"Yes," Rollins said quickly, playing along.

"I – I want to make you feel better," Liv nearly whispered it, as if trying to convince herself that first aid was really her main interest.

"You are helping," Amanda reassured her.

Olivia's large brown eyes flicked a glance at the ice pack. "I'm . . . I don't want to hurt you," she worried.

"I know you won't," Rollins murmured. "You're careful."

"Ok." Liv ceded but didn't move right away, breathing shallowly. At last, she held her open again as before, using her upside-down thumb and forefinger. With her other hand she held the ice pack above Amanda's clit, tipping it so that the droplets pooled together and ran downward. The clear cold drop trembled, shining and suspended for what seemed like a long time before Liv's eyes followed its descent onto the heated pink skin below.

Amanda grunted deep in her throat and bit her lip, embarrassed at herself. Olivia, for her part shivered from head to toe, mouth filling with saliva, unable to tear her gaze from how slick Amanda was. It was startling, how badly she wanted to touch her, wanted to taste her. She nestled the edge of the ice pack into the space she had spread open, making her 'patient' twitch from the cold, and gasp.

"Don't you think . . . " Liv said slowly, "that my . . . fingers . . . might hurt you?"

Amanda's blue eyes met the brunette's gaze, wanting to make sure they were understanding one another. "I . . . see what you mean," she replied. "I – I trust your judgement, Liv. Whatever you think is best."

She held the gaze, letting Olivia read the permission and the lucidity there.

Then Liv nodded, laying the ice pack aside and dropping her gaze back to where she wanted to look her fill but couldn't seem to satiate herself. She crouched on all fours between Amanda's legs, settling close enough that she could smell the scent of her arousal and it sent a ripple of answering want straight to her own center.

When her tongue made contact with Amanda's clit, a moan involuntarily left Liv that surprised both of them. Rollins had no time to react to it, however, because the eager brunette immediately sucked the swollen peak into her warm mouth, taking her breath away. Olivia took extra care to be gentle, knowing that everything was tender. Slow, soft licks, sucks and flicks that seemed to go on endlessly made Amanda wetter and wetter.

Finally pulling back to look at her work, Olivia found her dripping, juices from entrance to ass and on the way to the bed underneath. Swiping a fingertip upward through the trail of wetness, Liv clenched her own pussy in excitement, her breathing growing heavier as she dipped low again, pressing her tongue into Amanda's entrance.

"Oh, Jesus Christ . . . " Rollins bit out, muscles twitching.

She was so warm there, against the push of her tongue, and Liv couldn't hold back any longer – reaching a hand between her own legs, she opened her pants and thrust a hand into her ruined panties, sliding a long, slender finger over her throbbing clit.

"I'm so fucking wet, Amanda," she confessed, blushing immediately at her own words.

"God," the blonde panted, "you can't be any wetter than I am."

This got a breathy, contagious laugh from Liv, and settled both of their nerves. Olivia began again, licking, swirling circles around the bundle of nerves that she could now feel pulsing under her tongue. She also kept up the hand between her own legs, now bucking her hips into the slip-slide of her fingers, moaning against Amanda's pussy.

"Keep moaning like that, and suck a little harder," the blonde said huskily, "and I'm gonna come in your mouth."

Liv wasn't entirely certain if it was a warning or instruction, but the stated result was where she wanted to finish. She did exactly as described, sending the blonde shooting over the edge as the slick wet sounds of her mouth on Amanda drove her wild, drove the hand between her own legs faster until Liv, too, had a splintering, shuddering orgasm.

The first thing she did as they recovered was pick up the damp cloth and clean Amanda with great care. "Did I hurt you at all?" she asked shyly.

"Lord, no!" Amanda chuckled.

"You should take some Ibuprofen, and just be careful for a few days," Olivia advised, "but you'll be fine."

"Thanks you for the – " the blonde blushed again, "the first aid."

"My pleasure," Liv nodded, clearing her throat. She picked up the ice pack and tucked the blanket back down over Amanda as she stood up. "I'll go take care of this so you can get dressed."

Olivia returned to the bathroom where she tossed the cloth in the hamper and then washed up, including the ice pack. She was turning to head out to the kitchen and throw the ice pack back in the freezer, when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror.

She looked happy: flushed, brown eyes bright, a satisfied smile on her face. It was a version of herself that Olivia hadn't seen in a long time, and that fact both startled and worried her.

In a good way, or a bad way?

Liv chose not to decide yet as she turned off the light and continued to the kitchen.

END