So part of this story is actually based off a personal experience, I'll let you guess which part.
All the usual disclaimers, not my characters etc.
Sorry if it's a bit weird, just couldn't get it out of my head.
Olivia approached the booth where the rest of her squad were sitting, sighing when she realised the topic of conversation had not changed. Despite her fifteen-minute wait at the bar for a new round of drinks, they were still discussing the validity of gay marriage, and the discussion appeared to be getting heated.
"- cut the sanctimonious bullshit Amaro," Rollins sneered at the swarthy Cuban, "it's not like straight marriage is so sacred. Over half of them end in divorce anyway."
Amanda looked decidedly flushed as Olivia put down the tray of drinks and slid into the open seat next to her, facing Fin and Nick. The blonde was glaring across the table at Nick as Olivia handed bottles of beer to the other three occupants of the table, and took the glass of red wine from the tray for herself.
They had been here for a while, the long case over the last few days necessitating a few drinks to help the detectives wind down. Although right now, the alcohol seemed to be having the opposite effect on the youngest member of the group, whose crystal blue eyes still burned dangerously into Amaro's across the table.
Liv knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of that glare, having had more than her fair share of heated arguments with the southern spitfire since she had joined the squad about three years ago.
Sometimes she had imagined there was more in the glare than just anger, maybe a hint of lust? But that was insane. Amanda was straight. Perhaps it was Olivia projecting her own feelings of desire onto the blonde. Because without a shadow of a doubt, Olivia wanted Amanda Rollins.
It had come on slowly. At first, she had been closed off from everyone. The wounds from being abandoned by her old partner began to heal, however, and as they did, she found herself more and more intrigued by the blonde beauty. Once or twice, Liv had even started an argument on purpose with Rollins, just so she could catch a glimpse of that passion in the deep azure gaze.
Amanda wasn't drunk, but the alcohol was making her more vocal. "I mean, you aren't exactly the poster boy for a successful straight marriage, are you?" she goaded him further, before taking a swig from the new bottle in front of her.
Amaro's jaw tightened visibly and his eyes darkened, his two-year divorce still very much a sore subject for the man, who seemed to have somewhat of a persecution complex.
"I don't understand," Liv murmured quietly to Fin, so the other two couldn't hear, "I thought these two were sleeping together?" That discovery had stung. Olivia was so jealous when she found out what they were up to, she had been in a foul mood for about a month, barking orders at people and generally being a bitch.
"All I'm saying is," Nick jabbed his forefinger down into the tabletop, "the concept of marriage was created first and foremost, for procreation. Tell me how two women or two men together are supposed to achieve that?"
"Ever hear of a sperm bank?" Amanda shot back, sarcastically. "Or surrogacy?"
Fin leaned closer to Olivia, "I think she ended it a couple of weeks ago," he muttered. "Things have been pretty tense between them for about that long."
The brunette's heart soared, not that it meant Amanda would automatically want her, but she didn't like how Nick treated his women, far too possessive, she thought.
Olivia managed to school her features until she looked nonplussed at the older man, and he chuckled. "This is what you get for moving into the big office, Liv. You miss out on the bullpen rumours."
"That's not the point –" Nick continued arguing with Rollins.
"Well you're older than me, more experienced," Benson pointed out to Fin, as she watched Amaro gesticulating agitatedly with his hands, "by rights you should have taken the sergeant's exam and been promoted first."
"Nah," Fin laughed, "too much paper pushin' and ass kissin' for my liking." Olivia silently agreed with him. Some days she wanted nothing more than to get back out into the field and do some good old fashioned detective work. Instead of being stuck behind a desk reading the latest bureaucratic nonsense about uniform policy or code of conduct. "besides, Liv, being the boss suits you."
Liv took a sip from her glass, but before she could reply, Nick cut across her, "Fin, back me up here man."
Nick had picked the wrong person as an ally, however, as Fin scowled at the younger man. "Dude, my son is black and gay. Any law that gives him more rights as a human being is fine with me."
Rollins gave a satisfied smirk, crossing her arms across her chest as her partner sided with her.
Amaro had the good grace to look embarrassed, at least briefly, before turning his dark eyes to the sergeant, "Liv?" he asked hopefully.
Olivia considered her answer carefully. "Nick, you are only considering this from a religious perspective. I prefer to think from a human one. There is far too much hate in this world. I don't see a problem if there are two people who love each other so much that they are willing to pledge their lives to one another, regardless of their gender."
"But, God –" Amaro began.
"I will not have who I love or marry dictated to me by some fictitious madman in the sky," Amanda cut him off angrily, before turning to Olivia, "excuse me, Liv."
As Olivia stood to allow Rollins to slide out of the booth, Amaro spoke to the blonde's retreating back. "Why do you even care so much Rollins? You're not even gay."
Amanda stood up then and as she brushed past the older woman and headed off toward the bathrooms, Olivia distinctly heard her mutter, "says who?"
Olivia was frozen to the spot. Did Rollins really just say what I think she said? What the hell did that mean?
"Liv, you okay?" Fin asked, concerned when the sergeant didn't immediately move to sit back down.
"Huh?" She asked, pulled from her racing thoughts by Fin's question. "Oh, yeah, fine. I'm just gonna…" she gestured with her thumb over her shoulder in the direction Amanda had taken, before turning and following the same path.
When she reached the women's bathroom, she found it empty. Turning back to the corridor with a confused expression she looked along it and spotted the back door to the bar standing ajar, and headed towards it.
Sure enough, a few yards beyond the door, Amanda paced back and forth in the small filthy alley, her hands on her hips, tears shining in her eyes as she tilted her head back to prevent them from falling.
"Amanda?" Liv asked quietly, causing the blonde to jump and her hands to fly to the Glock holstered at her hip.
"Jesus, Liv. You scared me!" Amanda exclaimed, letting out a breath as her hands relaxed.
"Sorry," Olivia looked ashamed, "I wanted to make sure you were okay." What she really wanted to know was what Amanda had meant by her comment inside the bar.
"I'm fine." Amanda snapped, the scowl on her face belying her statement.
Olivia bit her lip, not knowing what else to say, but it turned out she didn't need to.
"Sorry Liv," Amanda sighed, running her fingers through her cornsilk hair, "I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's not you I'm mad at, it's him!" She jabbed her finger towards the door behind Liv, back to the bar where Nick was still sitting, then she began pacing again and Olivia watched her agitated movements. "He just pisses me off so much, I mean who is he to say who can love who, huh?"
"I know," Liv said sympathetically, moving closer to the blonde.
"I just had to get outta there before I hit him." Amanda concluded, stopping to face her sergeant, hands back on her hips, her nostrils flaring as her jaw worked, trying not to start mouthing off about how much of a prick Amaro was being.
And there it was. That fire. That passion. Burning, smouldering in those bright blue eyes. Before Olivia knew what she was saying, she asked, "why don't we ditch the guys and you can come back to mine for a nightcap?"
Amanda didn't answer right away, but gave the brunette a curious look.
"Or… I could just… give you a ride home?" Liv added awkwardly, her face turning faintly pink as she scuffed the ground with the toe of her boot, unable to maintain eye contact with the blonde.
"A nightcap would be nice," Amanda said in a low voice that did things to Olivia, making her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time.
Liv swallowed hard, took her keys from her pocket and handed them to the blonde. "Why don't you go wait in the car and I'll go and make our excuses. That way you don't have to see Nick."
With a nod, Amanda turned on her heel and headed round the side of the bar to the street where the car was parked. Olivia slid back in through the back door and made her way back to the table where the boys were now discussing the case from the last week. They both looked around as she approached.
"Where's Rollins?" Fin asked, when the blonde didn't reappear with the sergeant.
"I'm taking her home," Liv said, not specifying who's home. "She needs to get back for Frannie and I need to relieve Lucy." She gathered her coat and purse, and Amanda's jacket, dropped a $20 on the table and added, "see you guys Monday. Amaro, you're catching this weekend so don't drink too much." With that she left.
In the car the two women barely spoke. Both were feeling uncharacteristically nervous and Amanda realised, she had rarely spent any time alone with the sergeant, unless she was being reprimanded.
"So, um," she spoke into the quiet car, "how is Noah?"
Olivia smiled, talking about her foster son always made her smile. "He's great, finally over that last bout of pneumonia. He's starting to talk more now. He calls me Momma."
Amanda could hear the pride in her voice as she spoke, and smiled at the older woman's obvious joy.
They arrived at Liv's apartment still chatting about Olivia's son as they made their way inside, and greeted Lucy.
"Lucy, you remember Amanda, right?" Liv asked, reintroducing them as they had only met once before.
"Sure," Lucy said, taking Amanda's outstretched hand and shaking it politely. "I've heard a lot about you from Olivia."
"I bet she's always complaining about the latest trouble I got myself into, right?" Amanda joked with the young nanny.
"Actually, she speaks very highly of you," Lucy smiled. "Liv said you are a brilliant detective and she wasn't kidding when she said you were stun-"
"Thanks, Lucy." Olivia cut in loudly, her smile too big and her eyes looking panicked as her cheeks took on a crimson hue. "I can take it from here." She handed the nanny a sealed envelope and ushered her out, Amanda staring curiously after them.
At the door Lucy turned and whispered, "I'm sorry, Liv, I didn't mean to drop you in it. I thought because you brought her home that meant… you know…"
"No, well, yes, I don't know, we'll see." Liv sighed. "Thanks again, Lucy. I'll see you Monday, unless there's an emergency, then maybe sooner." She watched the younger brunette to the elevator, before taking a deep breath and turning back into the apartment.
Amanda stood looking slightly nervous in the middle of the living room, her hands in the back pockets of her skinny jeans as she took in her surroundings. She had been here before when Liv held a celebration for hers and Brian's promotions, hers to sergeant and his back up to detective. It looked different now that Brian had moved out, softer, more feminine, more Olivia.
"You can sit down Rollins," Liv called as she passed through the room on the way to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? Beer? Wine? Scotch?"
"I'll have whatever you're having," Amanda replied as she perched awkwardly on the edge of the sofa, watching over her shoulder as Liv prepared their drinks.
Moments later the brunette returned to the living room handing a crystal tumbler with a finger of amber liquid to the blonde. Moving past Amanda she kicked off her boots and settled in on the other end of the sofa turning to face the younger woman, tucking one leg under the other.
They sipped in silence for a moment, savouring the smoky burn of the scotch, before Amanda broke the silence. "The place looks great, Liv, you know, since Brian moved out, you've changed some stuff."
"Yeah," Liv chuckled, "It's greatly improved since he took the weird old sheep skull with him. As well as the huge collection of action and horror movies. And the baseball memorabilia everywhere, urgh! Men! You can't live with 'em, you can't… nope that's about it."
They both laughed. "The last guy I lived with was my daddy, so I guess that doesn't count." Amanda said thoughtfully.
"You never lived with a boyfriend?" Liv asked curiously.
"Never had one serious enough to." Amanda shrugged.
"So you and Nick…" Liv asked carefully.
Amanda stiffened, "That was a mistake," she said quietly, fingering her glass, "it should never have happened and it's over now."
"Okay," Liv sipped her drink again, instinctively knowing if she pushed that topic, Amanda would shut down on her. "Amanda, can I ask you something else?"
"Alright," the blonde replied warily.
"Earlier, when Amaro said 'you aren't even gay', I heard you answer 'says who?' I just wondered if you could tell me what you meant?"
Amanda's eyes went wide as she choked on her drink, Liv slapped her back a couple of times, to help her breathe. "You weren't supposed to hear that," she croaked, coughing a little more to clear the last of the scotch from her windpipe.
"Hey, I'm not here to judge," Liv reassured the younger woman, her hand still on Amanda's back, rubbing soothingly between her shoulder blades. "I'm just here to listen, if you want me to. You seemed really upset by the whole conversation, like it was personal… is it?" she asked tentatively.
Amanda twisted her fingers together, torn between telling Liv and running away. Knowing Olivia, she had already figured out, if not all, then at least part of what was going on, and she was offering her support. Eventually she decided to just say it. "I don't know. God this is hard." She ran a hand roughly through her wavy blonde locks.
"Amanda, I promise you, whatever you say to me will not leave this room unless you want it to, okay?" Olivia vowed to the southern woman, placing a hand on her knee to stop it bouncing up and down with nerves.
Taking a deep breath, then letting it all out in a big gust, Amanda spoke. "I had an… experience… in college. I lived in a house off-campus with three other girls and a gay guy. So one night my housemates and I, we went out, got very drunk, and when we got home, I went straight to bed."
Amanda was just drifting off into an exhausted sleep when she heard someone knock at her door. With a groan, she got up and opened the door to find Becky stood there in her pyjamas, her red hair up in a messy bun. She didn't say a word, just, walked past Amanda and got into the bed. Amanda stared for a long moment before shrugging to herself. It was no big deal; they had shared a bed before. Like when Amanda had lost her keys and couldn't get into her own room until she could get a new key from the landlord next day.
Becky had recently broken up with her girlfriend, so Amanda figured she just wanted some company. The blonde got back into bed and felt the redhead put her arms around her, so Amanda hugged her back. After a few minutes, Amanda felt Becky shift slightly in her arms. A subtle movement at first, it got more and more pronounced as Becky rocked her hips, her slender thigh slowly pushing between the blonde's legs and closer to her centre. Then Becky was kissing her neck, teeth nibbling gently at the sweet spot below her ear.
Amanda's eyes rolled back in her head at the onslaught of sensation. The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back, and Becky's weight had disappeared. She felt something tugging at the waistband of her pyjama shorts and next second they were off. Still neither of them said a word. Amanda's alcohol-logged brain was moving too slowly to catch up as Becky moved down the bed...
"I… I don't remember the actual sex," Rollins frowned, not meeting Olivia's eyes now, "but I remember… I remember… the orgasm." She barely whispered the last two words before burying her face in her hands in shame.
"So, you had questionably consensual sex with a woman and you climaxed?" Olivia was confused. "Aside from the consent part, was it such a bad thing?"
"Liv, that was the best orgasm I ever had," Amanda replied incredulously, "I practically blacked out from it, although that was probably partly from the alcohol."
"I still don't see the problem," Olivia frowned. "So you enjoy sex with women, it's not a crime."
"Legally, no, it's not a crime, but where I'm from," she shook her head sadly, "you get disowned for shit like that. And it wasn't a problem really, until now."
"So what changed?" Olivia asked.
"I just stay away from dating in general," Rollins explained, "I usually just pick up a guy whenever I have an itch to scratch, you know?"
The brunette nodded. She did know. She knew all too well, because she had the same M.O. With their line of work, dating was difficult. People were either weirded out by it or a little too interested. Either way, one-night stands were generally easier.
"I could deal with that until I started to develop feelings for someone." Amanda hesitated. "For a woman. So now I'm faced with the very real possibility of having to come out at the age of 34, and I don't even know if this woman likes me like that."
"Amanda, I'm going to tell you something and it falls under the same rule that it goes no further than this room, got it?" When Amanda nodded, Liv took a deep breath. "My first time with a woman happened when I was 32. I had never been interested in women before that, but it led to a two-year relationship and honestly, probably the best sex I've ever had."
Amanda sat in stunned silence as she tried to process Olivia's disclosure. "You… you're gay? But… what about Cassidy, and Haden?"
"I'm bisexual Amanda, I like both, although I actually prefer women, men are easier, and more accepted."
"But if the right woman came along…?" Rollins left the question open.
"Oh, in a heartbeat," Liv nodded. "It's like you said earlier, 'I will not have who I love or marry dictated to me'."
They sat quietly for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Liv eventually voiced the questions that was burning inside her. "So this woman, you know, the one you have feelings for… does she know you like her?"
"I… I'm not sure, Amanda admitted, "sometimes I think she does and sometimes I can't read her expression, so I don't know."
"Do you know if she likes women?" Liv pressed.
"Yes," Amanda smiled slightly now, "yes, I found out recently that she does."
"Well that's something at least. She'd be mad to turn you down Amanda, you… you're… amazing." Liv finished, lamely, as she tried to mask her disappointment. She was happy for Amanda, but at the same time, gutted that the blonde seemed to have a thing for this unknown woman. "Do, um… do I know her?" She tried to ask casually, looking down at her hands where they fidgeted in her lap.
"You've probably known her a long time. Longer than I have, that's for sure." Amanda grinned, watching Liv struggle to contain her curiosity.
"It's someone from work?" The brunette asked quickly.
"Yes," Amanda was enjoying herself now.
"In our precinct?" When the blonde nodded, Olivia frowned, she wracked her brain, but couldn't think of any women at the one-six that she had known a long time that were into women. Unless…
Her head snapped up, meeting the blonde's amused gaze. "What… what does she look like?" she breathed, hardly daring to hope.
"Oh, about 5'8", 120 pounds. Flawless olive skin. Legs for days, a figure most women would kill for, beautiful brown hair and the deepest chocolate brown eyes that I could get lost in." Amanda had moved closer as she as she described her sergeant to a tee. They were within inches of each other now, blue eyes staring intently into brown.
Next second, the blonde's gaze flickered down to Olivia's mouth. "Not to mention her lips, they look so soft, perfect. I've wanted to kiss them since the moment I met her."
Olivia's breath hitched in her throat; her eyes fixed on those blue orbs that seemed to darken to a deep violet as she looked. "So," she challenged in a deep husky voice that dripped with arousal, "what's stopping you?"
They leaned in at the same time, their lips pressing together, softly at first, but then their movements grew more fervent. The two glasses of scotch lay abandoned on the coffee table as hands began to roam, gliding, ghosting over cheeks, shoulders, ribs, hips. Amanda grasped the lapels of the blazer Olivia still wore and pulled, laying back on the sofa and encouraging Liv to follow, their lips never parting until the brunette's body hovered fully over the blonde's.
Olivia pulled back, staring down into lust filled violet eyes, and saw a hint of nervousness there. "Amanda," she said breathlessly, "are you sure this is what you want?"
She was answered with a kiss. Pale slender fingers threaded through the thick chestnut locks as Amanda pulled her closer. "More than anything," the blonde whispered back, resting their forehands together, "I just don't know what I'm doing." She added apologetically, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Liv pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, then murmured against her lips, "I can teach you," she smiled when she felt Amanda's heartrate pick up double time, before taking the blonde in another fiery kiss.
Their legs tangled together, Olivia supporting her upper body weight on her elbows over Amanda's slighter frame, they continued for several minutes. Olivia swiped her tongue experimentally across Amanda's lower lip, eliciting a gasp from the younger woman. She used the opportunity to push just the tip of her tongue between the blonde's lips.
Amanda opened her mouth wider, drawing it further in, tasting the smoky sweetness of scotch as her tongue tangled with Olivia's. Amanda unconsciously began to rock her hips, one leg inadvertently pressing up between Olivia's, causing the older woman to moan. The brunette pulled back once more, her breathing ragged, "baby, if you keep moving like that, I'm going to come before we even get started. You have no idea how turned on I am right now."
Amanda let out a breathy laugh as she stopped moving, partly embarrassed, partly pleased that she could have such an effect on the older woman. "Oh I think I might have some idea, Sergeant."
Olivia leaned down and trailed light kisses along Amanda's jawline to her ear, where she said in a low sultry voice, "maybe we should move this to the bedroom?" She felt the blonde nod eagerly, and quickly stood, pulling Amanda up with her, so quickly that the younger woman lost her balance and fell into her arms. Catching Amanda, and wrapping her arms securely round the petite woman, Olivia joked with a smirk, "falling for me already, Rollins?"
Amanda cocked an eyebrow at the brunette and in her best southern drawl she stated, "Oh honey. I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you." Leaving Olivia momentarily speechless.
When the brunette didn't respond, Amanda's nerves suddenly snapped to the forefront of her mind. Oh god I said too much. I've scared her. Now she's going to run away. She opened her mouth to apologise, but didn't get beyond, "Liv I'm sor-" before Olivia crushed her lips to Amanda's kissing her for all she was worth.
"Amanda," Liv growled, against the younger woman's mouth, "I need to feel you, right now." And she pulled the blonde to her, pushing the tan leather jacket from slender shoulders.
They stumbled towards the bedroom, bumping into walls, bookshelves and tables as they went, lips barely parting as they shed items of clothing along the way. By the time they got to the bed, they were down to their underwear. Olivia in a deep plum lace bra and bikini briefs, Amanda in a satin bra and thong in a shade of cornflower blue that really brought out her eyes.
They had finally parted in order to breathe, and Amanda couldn't help but watch in awe as Olivia slowly reached up behind her back, and unclasped her own bra, allowing the garment to fall soundlessly to the floor.
"We're really doin' this, huh?" Amanda croaked, her throat suddenly dry, all the moisture in her body seeming to migrate south when she saw Olivia's bare breasts for the first time.
Olivia moved slowly, sinuously towards the blonde, "only if you want to," she purred, her tone dripping sex. She placed warm hands upon Amanda's upper arms, just above her elbows and slid them gradually up, up over her shoulders, giving the blonde time to say 'no' before just as slowly hooking her thumbs under Amanda's bra straps and sliding them down her arms.
Amanda could focus on nothing but the feel of Olivia as the brunette pulled her closer to whisper seductively in her ear, "only if you're ready," as she undid the clasp on the blonde's bra, unhurriedly pulling it away from her body and tossing it gently aside. "Are you sure this is what you want, sweetheart?"
Amanda nodded dumbly, not sure if her voice was working at the moment. Olivia moved so she could look into Amanda's eyes. Cupping the blonde's cheek in her palm she smiled, "breathe, Amanda."
Rollins let out a big breath she didn't realise she had been holding. "Sorry I just…" her eyes raked over Olivia's form again, "Liv you are absolutely stunning." She said in amazement.
Blushing at the compliment, Liv replied, "You are so beautiful, Amanda." She noticed the blonde staring at her chest and licking her lips subtly, and chuckled, a low rich sound ending on a hum. "You can touch them if you want to, I won't bite." She cocked her head thoughtfully, "well, not unless you want me to." She added playfully.
Amanda smiled as she, with only the slightest hesitation, lifted her hands to cup Olivia's perfect breasts. The brunette's eyes slid shut at the sensation and a moan slipped between her lips when Amanda brushed her thumbs experimentally over her hardening nipples. Her eyes darkened nearly to black as she gazed heavy-lidded at the shorter woman fondling her breasts. She had dreamed of this moment for so long. She grasped Amanda's naked waist and steered them closer to the bed, until the backs of the blonde's knees hit the edge of it.
"Liv," Amanda's voice wavered slightly, her nerves kicking in again, "I don't know what to do."
Olivia tucked a lock of golden hair behind Amanda's ear, "just lay down on the bed, get yourself comfortable." Liv smiled reassuringly. "I'll show you what to do."
Amanda sat and scooted back towards the pillows watching as Olivia divested herself of her panties, catching a glimpse of neat, dark curls at the apex of her thighs before the brunette crawled up the bed after her, stopping when her head was level with Amanda's chest. She looked at the blonde earnestly, "I'm gonna take care of you sweetheart, okay?" Amanda nodded silently, so Liv continued. "I want you to tell me if I do anything you don't like, and I'll stop. Equally, if there's something you want me to do, you let me know, right?"
"Right," Amanda whispered and Liv leaned forward to kiss her. She trailed kisses along to her ear, pausing to nip at the lobe, making the blonde gasp and squirm. She smiled to herself as she nuzzled into the sweet spot below Amanda's ear, feeling her shudder as she inhaled deeply, the scent of the blonde's jasmine shampoo washing over her, causing wetness to pool at her own centre.
"You smell so good, baby," she growled into Amanda's ear as she continued to lay a path of kisses down Amanda's slender neck, tonguing over the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder, down to her left breast.
She settled in and pulled the distended nipple between her lips, sucking gently.
Amanda moaned above her, and she increased the pressure, swirling her tongue around the sensitive nub. She felt Amanda's hips buck beneath her, felt the blonde's wetness paint her abdomen as she writhed with need. Releasing the nipple with a small pop, she smirked up at the blonde, whose head was thrown back in ecstasy. "You like that, honey?" She purred, pressing the tip of her tongue to the tip of the bud, then laving over it with a broad stroke before sucking on it once more.
"Fuck…YES!" Amanda ground out. She had never known this level of arousal before. She could actually feel her own wetness soaking into her ruined panties as she squirmed, Touch me Liv… I need… feel you."
"All in good time, baby," Olivia teased, moving across to the right breast to repeat her ministrations there. "We don't want this one to feel left out."
Amanda whimpered, the sensations in her nipples were like a direct line to her clit, and she could feel electricity pulsing along it with every stroke of Olivia's tongue over the delicate flesh. She could feel the pressure building at her centre, the warm tightness in her lower belly as Olivia bit down gently on the tortured bud, tweaking the other between her thumb and forefinger. Without warning, Amanda came, crying out with shock and relief as the orgasm washed over her. Fuck.
The brunette released Amanda's breasts in surprise, watching with amazement as the blonde struggled to catch her breath. Amanda brought both hands up to hide her reddening face, as Liv asked, "Uhm, did you just…?"
Without a word, and still covering her face, Amanda nodded. Liv tugged lightly at her arm, but the blonde didn't budge. Liv moved so that she was straddling the blonde's slender hips, gripped both her wrists and pulled her hands away from her crimson face. "Honey, what's wrong?" Liv asked, seeing tears in the younger woman's eyes.
"It's so embarrassing!" She said in a frustrated tone, "I'm like a frickin' teenage boy, coming before we even get to the good bit!" She bit her lip, trying not to cry.
"Hey," Liv scolded softly, teasing the lip out from between Amanda's teeth with her thumb before swooping down to kiss it. "I love how sensitive you are," she grinned salaciously, "and one of the perks of being a woman," she shifted closer and breathed into Amanda's ear, "multiple orgasms."
She sat up, suddenly business-like, pleased to see Amanda was smiling. "Now, where were we?" she pretended to think, putting a finger to her mouth and looking up with a pensive expression, making the blonde giggle beneath her. "Ah, I remember…"
Before Amanda knew it, Olivia had shifted back, bending to kiss a trail down her sternum, across her toned stomach, enjoying watching the muscles contract under her touch. Still sensitive from her surprise orgasm, Amanda gasped when the brunette cupped a light hand over her mons. She bolted up to her elbows so she could see what the dark-haired woman was doing. "You doing okay, baby?" Liv asked, toying with the waistband of Amanda's thoroughly ruined underwear, a small smile played about her mouth as her eyes sparkled.
"Uh-huh," Amanda panted, "I really need you to touch me though, Liv, or I might just go insane."
"Patience, sweetie," Olivia replied, tapping Amanda's hip to get her to raise her ass enough to pull her thong down and off. "Open your legs wider." She added from the bottom of the bed. Amanda did what she was told. First time for everything. Olivia smiled at the sight of Amanda's dewy, glistening sex. Swollen, pink and ready for her.
She slid onto her belly and began to kiss her way up the blonde's toned inner thighs, watching Amanda's chest rise and fall rapidly and feeling the heat emanating from the place Amanda needed her most. As she got closer, she slid her arms under Amanda's legs until her knee's were bent over Liv's shoulders, the brunette's hand's snaking round to press Amanda's hips down, pinning her to the mattress.
"I want you to watch me, baby," Olivia purred, the play of her breath across the overheated flesh of Amanda's centre causing the blonde to shudder. "Watch me show you how good it can be." And she slowly, deliberately stuck out her tongue, stiffening it to a point and flicking it once across the blonde's needy clit, the tiny organ so engorged, that Olivia could see it peeking out from beneath its hood.
Amanda gasped, her hips surging up of their own volition and her clit twitching, her inner walls contracting around nothing. Olivia repeated the action twice more, eliciting the same response.
"Liv…please!" Amanda whined, desperate for more.
Taking pity on the blonde, she flattened her tongue swiping a broad lick through her folds from perineum to clit, fully tasting the tart-sweetness of the younger woman for the first time, Olivia needed more. She pushed her tongue into the blonde's entrance, "So wet for me, baby," she hummed with delight, when she was met with copious fluid, both from Amanda's arousal and her recent release. Olivia lapped it up, bringing it up to coat the whole of Amanda's centre, swirling it around and over her clit, while the blonde groaned with pleasure.
Olivia gave up trying to control Amanda's hips, instead, she moved with the blonde, using her fingers to gently part her outer lips, allowing her greater access to the nectar within. Olivia probed Amanda's entrance with her tongue, before pushing it in as far as she could reach, Amanda cried out with relief, her hand flying to the back of the brunette's head, keeping her where she needed her to be.
"Fuck…Liv!" Amanda choked out, trying to keep her voice down so as not to wake Noah.
She bit her lip to muffle her cries. She had never experienced anything like this before (well, not that she could remember, anyway). She had had men go down on her before, but it had never ever been like this. Olivia seemed to know instinctively where Amanda needed her. Amanda was about to say she needed more, when Olivia replaced her tongue with two fingers, pushing them as deep as she could in the tight heat while she wrapped her lips around Amanda's bundle of nerves, sucking it between her teeth and flicking it with her tongue.
Olivia's fingers set up a rhythm, a counterpoint to the movement of Amanda's hips, as the blonde tried to impale herself further on the long slender digits.
Amanda's panting grew louder, a little noise of pleasure at the end of each breath as she began to feel the familiar tightening in her lower belly. The sounds were turning Olivia onto no end, and she could feel her own juices begin to run down her thighs.
"Liv…" Amanda cried out in warning, but Olivia already knew. She could feel the tiny fluttering contractions around her fingers and she began to curl her fingers on every downstroke, tapping the sensitive spot on the blonde's front wall. She moved faster, in and out, in and out, until the blonde's inner muscles clamped down, trapping them inside.
"Shi-it Liv… I'm close… so close!" Amanda practically wailed, tightening her grip in Olivia's hair as she threw her own head back, unable to keep her eyes open any longer.
Olivia continued to tap out a vibrating beat on Amanda's front wall, moaning against Amanda's clit as the blonde pulled her hair. That was the final bit of stimulation Amanda needed to go flying over the edge. Her back arched, her mouth open in a silent, euphoric scream as Olivia was rewarded with a gush of liquid spilling out around her fingers.
Liv released Amanda's clit, greedily lapping up the new spill, she stilled her fingers inside the blonde, not wanting to over-stimulate the younger woman, who had already come twice. Amanda's back relaxed and she flopped back to the bed, her whole body spasming with aftershocks. Olivia had to wait a while for Amanda's inner walls to relax enough to remove her fingers. When she did, they were followed by the rest of Amanda's fluids. Olivia gently started cleaning up the mess with light swipes of her tongue across sensitive flesh, inadvertently triggering a third, smaller orgasm.
"Mmmm…no more," the blonde groaned, sounding drunk.
When Olivia crawled up the bed beside her. she saw Amanda was indeed, sex-drunk. She turned bleary eyes towards Liv, trying to focus on the brunette's megawatt smile. "So," Liv grinned like the cat that got the cream, so to speak, as she savoured the taste of the blonde on her tongue. "What do you think?"
"I think," Amanda slurred slightly, "if I wasn't gay before, then I definitely am now." She smiled lazily at the brunette, throwing a clumsy arm over her shoulder to pull her close. "C'mere," she murmured, pulling Liv in for a deep kiss, tasting herself on Liv's lips. "I never want sex with anyone else, ever again. Not now I know what sex is like with you."
Olivia felt a thrill through her body at Amanda's words as she kissed the blonde deeper still, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure in her own groin.
Amanda, who was coming round a little more now, felt the movement and realised Olivia must be pretty desperate for release by now. "Show me what you want me to do Liv," she mumbled against Olivia's lips.
Olivia pulled back, her expression half-wild with desire, but still tried to say, "Amanda you don't have to-"
"I want to," the blonde said firmly, "now, show me what you need."
Liv bit her lip, trying to make a decision. "Sit up a little, lean back against the pillows," she said at last. She needed this quick and dirty, no time for foreplay. Not that she needed it, after listening to and feeling Amanda's reactions for the past however long, her pussy was literally dripping with arousal. She couldn't remember ever being this wet before.
Amanda watched as Liv took her right hand, laid it palm up on her right thigh and bent the middle and index fingers up. "Keep these here," the brunette instructed, before kneeling and straddling the thigh, hovering over the blonde's fingers before sinking down onto them. Amanda gasped as the slick wet heat enveloped her fingers, and Olivia groaned with satisfaction at finally being filled. She began to ride Amanda's fingers using the headboard for support, she set a quick pace, knowing this wouldn't take long.
Amanda sat up a little, bracing her free hand in the small of the brunette's back. The hand Olivia was riding changed angles, causing the heel of her hand to hit Liv's distended clit every time she ground down, doubling her pleasure.
Thinking about what she would do to pleasure herself, Amanda curled her fingers as Liv lifted up, catching against her sensitive front wall.
"Fuck, yes… Right there Manda… like that, just like that… holy shit!"
Amanda smiled, pleased with Olivia's reaction. She watched as Olivia swirled her hips, grinding forward and down onto her hand, feeling the arousal drip between her fingers. She wanted to know what it tasted like, but now was not the time. Olivia was close, Amanda could feel it, but the blonde wanted something in her mouth. Her eyes found Olivia's breasts, and she immediately surged forward, taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue as Olivia had done to her.
The move took Olivia by surprise, not expecting the blonde to be so bold. She felt a fresh wave of wetness with the added stimulation and gripped Amanda's shoulder, crying out in pleasure.
"Yes, baby, yes!" she panted, still grinding down on Amanda's leg, Amanda now actively slamming the heel of her hand into her tortured bud with every stroke, "Bite my nipple, honey, I need you to bite me!"
Amanda hesitated for a fraction of a second, before biting down just enough to elicit a sharp gasp of combined pain and pleasure from the brunette. That was Olivia's undoing. She clutched Amanda to her as she rode out her climax, humming her pleasure into the blonde's ear. Her release pooling in Amanda's palm.
"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes…" Liv repeated over and over like a mantra, as her body pulsed with aftershocks. "Shit, that was so good, so good baby." She gasped out as her body eventually started to come down. Taking the blonde's face between her hands, she kissed Amanda hard, only coming up for air when she thought she might pass out.
Lifting her tired body up off Amanda's fingers, Olivia shifted to lay beside the blonde, pulling the covers up over both of them as she caught her breath. Amanda hadn't said a word, although she had reciprocated Olivia's kiss eagerly. Liv watched her carefully as she stared down at the hand that had, moments before, been buried inside the brunette. She looked at it with a thoughtful expression, Olivia could see it still glistened with her juices. "Manda, are you okay, honey?" Liv asked softly, worrying that she had maybe taken things too far, too fast with the younger woman.
She needn't have worried however, for a second later, a devilish grin spread across the blonde's face and, keeping her eyes trained on the sergeant's, she raised the hand to her mouth. Slowly and deliberately, she set about cleaning the evidence of Olivia's climax from her hand with her tongue, humming her appreciation of the taste, causing the brunette's eyes to widen at the curiously erotic sight.
Liv propped herself up on her elbows, watching the blonde's mouth work around her fingers, sucking every last trace of the older woman from them. Olivia found herself licking her lips in response to the action, and when the blonde was done, Liv pulled her in, crashing their mouths together roughly so that she could taste herself on Amanda's lips. She felt the blonde's mouth curl into a smile against her own as the younger woman spoke. "You taste amazing, Liv." She murmured without moving away.
"Mmm, so do you, sweetie," Liv hummed back, pulling away to capture that crystal blue gaze, "but you didn't answer my question. Are you okay?"
"You have gotta be shittin' me, Liv. Seriously?" Amanda asked incredulously, her eyebrows disappearing into her fringe as she stared in disbelief at the brunette. "You just gave me three orgasms," she held up three fingers to emphasise her point, "and you're asking if I'm okay? I'm way more than okay, okay?"
"Ha-ha, okay!" Liv chuckled at the blonde's enthusiasm as she raised her hands in mock surrender. "You know I've wanted to do this for a really long time," she added shyly, pushing the blonde bangs away from Amanda's face so she could see those deep azure eyes.
"So why wait until now?" The younger woman asked curiously, equally focused on Olivia's deep chocolate pools.
Liv shrugged, her mouth curling up into a half smile. "Guess I always figured you were straight."
Amanda's evil grin reappeared as she moved in close, close enough that they were breathing the same air, and if she were to speak, their lips would brush together. Her gaze flickered back and forth between Liv's eyes as she breathed two words, "says who?"
Olivia threw her head back with a rich deep laugh, and she dropped back down to the mattress, pulling Amanda with her. Snuggling close under the blanket, both wore ridiculous grins as they closed their eyes, and drifted into an exhausted, but sated sleep.