A/N: I know I am late. Happy Belated Halloween!

Rating: MA, Nsfw

Spoilers: None

Trigger/content warnings: all the contentwarnings for medical/doctor roleplay/fetish (body exam, gloves, lube, stethoscope, thermometer, wartenberg wheel, reflex hammer, nurse costume), edging, strap-on, internal orgasm (female), praise kink, dirty talk

Cheer Up Checkup

Noah had assured his mother that he would be fine - had assured her multiple times, in fact - but it was more the milestone that had him reading melancholy in her face, than any impending dangers. Watching the emotive, compassionate boy grow up was at once the most beautiful and the most heartrending experience of Olivia's life.

He no longer wanted his mother to join him for Trick or Treating. This year, he had decided that he preferred a Halloween gathering with some friends from his dance class, and Liv had reluctantly grown into this step toward independence with him. She had gone over just about a hundred rules with him, such as text me while you're there, text me when you're ready to come home, call me if you need something … not to mention that she'd texted the other kids' parents to make sure everyone was coordinated.

By the time Liv had hugged him one last time and sent him out the door in his George Washington costume from Hamilton, Noah was starting to visibly lose his patience with her. The door shutting behind him left a heavy silence in the apartment that made her sigh, tears threatening.

So, when a knock came less than a minute or two later, Liv hoped faintly that he had gotten cold feet - or, at the very least, had forgotten something. But when she pulled open the door, the person standing in the hallway was Amanda.

"Trick or treat?" she said with a mischievous grin. She was dressed in a camel brown, suede trench that was buttoned all the way up, and had a large black purse over her shoulder.

"Please, not trick," Olivia chuckled, letting the blonde inside.

"Noah is going to be fine," Rollins said gently. "He's a great kid."

"I know," Liv sighed, "I'm just not convinced I'm ready for him to not need me, yet." Hands on hips, the older woman surveyed the living room and the Halloween decor that she and Noah had put up together. "I - "

Turning back to Amanda, she cut herself short, a look of bemused surprise filling her features. Having hung up the coat, Liv could now see that the blonde was wearing a Nurse uniform. Not scrubs - the Halloween type that verged on lingerie.

Hair pulled up into a high ponytail, Amanda's ample tits were barely hidden by the bust of the white minidress that fell all of maybe four inches below her ass. There was a black stethoscope draped around her neck, and she had kept the purse over her shoulder.

"I was sent to do a complete checkup on you," she said, perfectly serious. "Could you lead the way to the bedroom?"

Liv swallowed the giggle that bubbled up in her throat, letting her gaze drift down Amanda's body. There were also white fishnet stockings and red vinyl pumps. "Of course. Right this way."

"Just take a seat on the bed for now," Rollins told her, flicking on the light as they entered. She set the bag on the bed as Liv obeyed. When she next stood in front of her, she had a thermometer in her hand. "Open your mouth, please."

Liv shivered at the phrase. When the thermometer beeped, Amanda glanced at the reading, raising an eyebrow. "A bit elevated. Do you feel warm?" She leaned forward as she placed a hand over the nape of the brunette's neck, her creamy breasts a breath away from smothering her.

"N-no … "

"Hmm." She slid the thermometer into the breast pocket of the dress and then pulled the stethoscope forward. "Lift your shirt for me, please."

Amused and aroused by Amanda's dedication to the role, Liv moved her shirt up over the cotton t shirt bra she had on. She straightened her shoulders and pushed her breasts out. Another ripple of shivers ran through her as she watched Amanda's plump mouth breath warmly onto the stethoscope.

"Breathe normally," she said, pressing it over her heart. She went on to shift it several times, subtly brushing her hand against the weighty curve of a breast, pretending to be unaware. Then she moved on to press it to Olivia's back. "Take a big breath in," she directed.

She pulled away with a frown. "Your heartrate seems a bit quick, too - you haven't been unwell, have you?"

Liv shook her head. "No ma'am."

"Well, we'd better be thorough, just to make sure."

Another trip to the makeshift medical bag and Rollins was back with a reflex hammer. She rolled both of Liv's sleeves up and tap-checked the reflexes at her elbows, then took a step back and gestured. "Would you mind taking off your pants? I want to check your knees - it's just us girls, after all."

Olivia stood and opened her jeans, shuffling them off and kicking them a few feet away before sitting back down. She watched, enthralled, as Amanda tapped one knee, then the other.

"Good!" she smiled brightly. The next instrument wasn't something Liv recognized, and she shot Amanda a look, taken aback. The blonde chuckled. "Relax, hon, it's a wartenberg wheel. Give me your foot, please."

Cautiously, Olivia lifted her leg up and let Rollins hold it by the ankle. "Now," she explained, "let me know if you can feel all the spots it touches." The tiny spiked wheel rolled in random lines over the sole of her foot, leaving a sensation that was both ticklish and prickly.

"Yes," Liv answered, letting her follow up with the opposite foot while the ticklish feeling sent goosebumps across her skin.

"Okay, let's get you moved up on the bed, with your head on the pillow. I'm just going to take your bra off, if it's okay with you - for your breast exam."

Amanda reached under her patient and un-clasped the bra, hanging it casually on a post of the bed frame. She raised one arm above Liv's head, then pressed two fingers along the soft pink edge of a nipple, firmly massaging into the skin. Liv's breathing grew increasingly shallow as the blonde's hand worked over the breast, then repeated the process on the other one.

"Everything feels good," Amanda murmured, this time giving away the sound of throaty desire in her tone. "I'm going to check the sensitivity now."

She rolled a nipple between forefinger and thumb, slowly, until it peaked between her fingers. Watching Liv intently as the brunette bit her lip and sucked in a breath, Rollins brushed the pad of her thumb across the rigid tip. "How does that feel?"

"Good," Olivia sighed softly. She was caught by surprise when Amanda's head dropped, her mouth taking in the nipple and sucking softly, curiously.

"And that?"

"Even better," Liv gasped in response, as she mouthed over the second aching point in turn.

"Perfect," Amanda grinned as she returned to the bag of tricks. Or maybe it was treats? There was the sound of her snapping on a pair of sterile gloves, then she tapped her way around Liv's belly and hips, fingers gliding, pressing at various pressures.

When that was done, she motioned at the bed again. "Let's get you turned around here," she told Liv, so your head is across the bed and your feet can plant right on the edge of the side."

Rollins pulled over the stool from the makeup table and sat so she was positioned between Liv's open legs. "Just going to give you a quick pelvic," she advised as she reached for the sides of her underwear to slide them down and off.

It was strangely arousing, the perfunctoriness of it, the not knowing exactly what was going to happen. Roleplay wasn't something Olivia had a wide range of experience with, so it was a marriage of nerves and curiousity.

Amanda's gloved hands pushed Olivia's thighs open a bit wider, then she was just looking - fingers spreading her open. The older brunette blushed, knowing that she would see she was already wet. She raised her head to see Amanda's face, finding her pupils blown with want.

"Everything looks lovely, pink and healthy," she murmured, licking her lips. Her thumbs were still pressing, almost massaging, into Liv's labia as her gaze zeroed in on the glimmer of arousal at her core.

There were more sounds of things that Olivia could only hear and not see: the snap open of a bottle cap, a squirt. Then the cool, unique feeling of lubricated, sterile gloved fingers stroked softly at her already-slick entrance.

"This might feel a bit full," Rollins husked out, then pushed forward with two fingers, not stopping until they were in to her knuckles.

"Mm, God!" Liv moaned.

"Is it hurting you?"

"No, not at all," she shook her head, fighting to keep her hips from writhing. She was swollen and sensitive from her arousal, and being full felt intoxicating.

Then Amanda moved the fingers, stroking deeply while pushing down on her pelvis from above. Liv grunted and her breathing quickened as she hit her G-spot over and over, sending more of her own slippery juices dripping to her entrance.

Just as quickly, the fingers were gone, followed by the sound of Amanda pulling the gloves off. " "We're going to check the sensitivity of your clitoris now, like we did with your nipples."

She dipped a fingertip in her generous juices, then spread Liv open with the other hand. Beneath the hood that Amanda pulled back, the brunette's clit was engorged, gorgeous, demanding to be touched. The pad of her finger tap-tap-tapped on the swollen bud, and Liv whimpered and jerked.

Pleased, Amanda then circled the fingertip around the wet pink point, around and around until Liv was panting, her thighs trembling with the effort of keeping her hips still on the bed. She edged her right to her orgasm, then stopped completely and stood up.

"Just one thing left to check," she announced as she moved the stool back to its place.

Turning back to the bed, she unzipped the minidress until it fluttered open to reveal the strap-on she was wearing beneath it. The attached cock was huge, by their accustomed standards - thick, long, with pronounced realistic looking veins. Olivia's mouth opened, flooding with saliva. Her clit throbbed maniacally.

"I - I'm not sure that will fit … " She gazed at Amanda from beneath coy lashes.

The blonde reached for the bottle of lube and squeezed a generous dollop into her palm, using it to stroke the cock to a glistening mess. "Don't worry," Rollins smiled, "this is my job."

Between her legs again, she lined the head of the immense toy up to Liv's starving cunt, starting in slowly.

"There you go - that's a good girl," she breathed as she watched the toy slide in, inch by inch. "Let it stretch you, you can take it."

"Ohh, fuckk!" Liv keened, burning and aching, throbbing around the girth of Amanda's cock.

Gripping Liv's hips, Amanda pulled her down onto it at the same time as she continued to push her weight forward, wild with wanting to fuck completely into her.

"Such a good, eager pussy," she groaned with encouragement.

"Jesus, it's so big!" Olivia's fingers dug into Amanda's upper arms, pulling her forward, rolling her hips to help her.

The blonde stopped still when she finally bottomed out, a hand brushing gently at Liv's face. "Tell me how you feel," she told her.

"Stuffed. Sensitive. Incredible." Liv kissed her, teeth tugging at her bottom lip. "Make me come."

Rollins had no intention of anything but, as she pulled back and started in fucking her hard. Liv's edged and tight cunt gripped the giant toy mercilessly, her clit brushing the veiny top of it every second or third stroke.

The blonde watched eagerly as Liv's orgasm raced closer and closer, moving across her features. She leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "You want one last treat?"

"Mm … "

"This cock ejaculates," Amanda went on, "do you want me to fill your tight little pussy?"

Olivia nodded wildly. "I'm going to come on your cock," she breathed.

Reaching down between them, Amanda encircled the base of the strap-on and squeezed, causing it to pump into Liv's warm pussy. The sensation drove her spiralling into her climax, throbbing tightly around her buried inside.

"That a girl, take it," Amanda sighed blissfully, rubbing her own clit to orgasm as she watched Liv's face.

When she could finally get her weight back on her feet, Amanda stood up and gently pulled out, aroused and amused by the 'come' that slowly leaked from Liv's spent pussy.

"You're fucking incredible, you know that?" Olivia panted.

"What can I say? Halloween is my favorite holiday," Rollins smirked.

END