Rating: MA, NSFW

Spoilers: Eternal Relief from Pain, In the Year We All Fell Down

Trigger/content warnings: masturbation, phone sex, squirting, dirty talk

This is for the SQUIRTING square of thatesqcrush 's Sexy Summer Bingo, and was also an Ask box request!

Souvenir

Part One

The phone at Amanda's ear was already ringing by the time she slid her key card into the door of her hotel room.

"C'mon, Liv, pick up this time … " she muttered.

She shut the door behind her, set the chain and kicked her shoes off her screaming feet. Carisi had gotten the call when Garland was sure Olivia had escaped unharmed from the hostage situation at Vanessa's, and Amanda had pulled herself away from her father as soon as she could.

She was partway through tugging off her pants when Liv's tired voice came over the line.

"Hey."

"Babe, are you okay?" the blonde asked immediately, cradling the phone against her shoulder as she finished with her pants.

"Yes, I'm okay. Just a long day."

Rollins huffed out a incredulous breath at that, sitting heavily on the edge of the hotel bed. "What the hell happened?"

"The short version? The pandemic happened," Olivia told her. "How is your father?"

"Oh, well - fine enough to remind me I'm a disappointment, so … "

"Did you figure out what's going on with his wife?"

Amanda let out another exasperated, hollow laugh, collapsing backward onto the bed. "His wife, who is younger than Kim, y'mean? That one? She's avoiding him, but keeping one eye on his Will."

Olivia's voice softened. "You want me to come down there?"

"No - Christ, no," Amanda murmured, scrubbing a hand down her face. "Daddy already scolded me for not being in a relationship with Carisi - I don't imagine him seeing us together would go any better, right now."

"What can I do to help, 'Manda? What do you need?"

The blonde closed her eyes, chuckling tiredly. "You know what I need? What I really need?"

"What?"

A blush heated her cheeks. "You know … that - what you always do to me … "

"Can you - can you be more specific?" Liv laughed.

Amanda squirmed on the bed, turned on but shy. "When you … with your fingers, and then when I - " she bit her fingertip, "you know, all wet."

"Ohh," Olivia breathed, amused. "That."

"Yeah."

"Why don't you do it before you sleep, to blow off some steam?" the brunette suggested.

"I can't do that myself," Rollins scoffed.

"Mm, I bet you can, Babygirl," Liv purred, and her lover could hear the smirk in her voice. "Want me to help you?"

Amanda was already wet and knew it. "Yes, please," she breathed.

"Well, I'm going to have to know what you're wearing."

A giggle, then: "Bra and panties, a button-down blouse and a cardigan."

"Huh. What happened to your pants?"

"They're already off."

"Of course they are," Liv rolled her eyes. "My insatiable blonde peach. What underwear are you wearing?"

"The white ones you like, with the little blue flowers."

"I want you to reach down and pull them up tight against your pussy," Liv instructed.

With a shiver, Amanda obeyed, pulling up until the cotton wedged between the full lips, damp fabric brushing her eager clit. She let out a sigh that Liv heard.

"Tell me how it feels," the brunette told her.

"Tight … good," Amanda tried, licking her lips, "I can feel it pressing against me."

"Against you where?" Liv pushed.

Amanda took a deep breath. "Against my clit."

"You're wet already, aren't you?"

The blonde nodded, then remembered they were on the phone. "Yess," she exhaled.

"I love how you wet your panties when I do this to you. Love teasing you; you get so impatient. Now, unbutton your shirt for me."

Letting go of her underwear, Amanda brought up the hand and took her time fumbling open the buttons, then pushed the fabric aside. "God, I wish you were here," she sighed.

"I seem to recall you just telling me five minutes ago not to come," Olivia chided.

"Hey, now," Rollins chuckled, "I would never tell you not to come."

"Mm. Same, darling. Now, reach into your bra and rub one of those tiny, pink nipples for me."

She let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she pictured Olivia's hot mouth in place of her own brushing fingers. A low groan slipped out of her mouth, and on the other end of the line she heard Liv growl in satisfaction.

"Are you touching yourself, too?" Amanda asked shyly.

"Oh, don't you worry - I will, but right now this is for you. Now, put the phone down and take the rest of your clothes off, except the panties."

When she was clad just in her underwear, she settled in the middle of the bed and settled her head into the pile of fluffy pillows. "Liv?" she said quietly as she put the phone back to her ear.

"Yes, Love?"

"I'm getting my panties all wet," the blonde confessed sweetly.

"Jesus," Liv husked out, "you're making my clit throb so hard. I miss you."

"I'll be home soon," Rollins swore.

"Slide your hand into your panties, Babygirl."

Amanda teased herself, dragging her hand slowly down her torso, over the soft rise of her mons and neat hair. Her lips were slippery with her slick, and engorged, giving access to her clit easily with her middle finger.

"Ohh Godd … " she moaned into the phone, her fingertip circling the pert jut of her clit slowly.

"Yes! Good," Liv praised, "what a good girl. I can't wait to get you home and under my fucking tongue. Do you know how good you taste?"

"N - no," the blonde stuttered out. Her fingers were still swirling, two of them now, around her clit and then down her cleft into where she was wettest.

"You can taste if you want."

Amanda retracted her hand and sucked her fingertips into her mouth noisily, making sure Liv could hear. She whimpered around them, her hips grinding down into the mattress.

"Should I take the underwear off now?" she asked.

"No, I want you to wear them. I want you to squirt on them, and bring them home to me like that."

The idea surprised and turned Amanda on so much that she felt a fresh rush of blood and desire between her legs. "Okay … " she breathed.

"Fill yourself up for me, Babe. Those middle two fingers," Olivia went on. "I know how much you like to feel full."

"Mmyeah, I love when you fill me," Rollins nodded into the pillows, reaching down again. Another circle, then her two fingers curved in and up. "Fuck!"

"Jesus, I bet you're soaking," the brunette murmured, "you're amazing. I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers, until you're a mess on your fingers, okay? Keep your fingers away from your little clit for a few minutes."

"Mm!" was all Amanda could muffle out as she did as told, finger-fucking herself hard. She kept going until the hot, swollen grip of her pussy tugged back on her fingers with each thrust. A whimpering, grinding mess on the bed, she fantasized about Liv's mouth and tongue until she nearly felt high from the endorphins.

"God, you sound so good," Liv encouraged, "so wet. Push up on your fingers, Amanda, as hard as you can - push up and then kind of rub on the pull out. You'll feel it."

Desperate now, to have the orgasm she wanted, the blonde curled her fingers further and kept thrusting hard. After a couple tries, they bumped against the soft ridge she sought, and Amanda's body bucked into a half-situp from the sudden pleasure. The cell was knocked to the bed in the process.

Panting, she scrambled for the phone. "Sorry! I - it worked, and I - "

"It's okay," Olivia chuckled, "put me on speaker and put the phone on the bed."

"Yeah," Rollins nodded, "okay … can you still hear me?"

"Mmhm."

Quickly, she reached back into her panties and filled herself with her fingers. It took a minute, but she worked back up to the fast, hard pace, curling her fingers. Amanda gritted her teeth to brace this time for the wave of pleasure when her fingers rubbed her G-spot.

"Keep going Babygirl, just like that, until it feels like you almost can't take it anymore."

Amanda's whimpers were breathless, desperate as she twitched and shivered in ecstasy on the bed. Olivia was wet and aching hearing every sound. She let her go on for a few minutes, wanting to be sure they would both get what they wanted.

"Liv … ungh, pl -please," the blonde finally stuttered.

"Do it Baby. Soak your panties for me. Rub your clit; I want you to come."

Rollins used her other hand to flick her clit, pupils dilating at how fast her orgasm rolled through her. She pulled her fingers out and squirted, saturating the crotch of her panties.

"Unghha! Ah, fuck oh my God! Ohh … " she cried as pleasure rippled outward, then thrust her fingers back in and stroked again, rewarding herself with a few last, smaller splashes.

The smile was back Liv's voice. "That was fucking perfect. You did a great job."

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me, darling. Do you feel any better?"

"God yes!" Amanda chuckled.

"Now, throw my souvenir into your bag, and get some sleep, okay?"

"I will, I promise." A beat followed, then the blonde bit a finger, shy again. "Hey, Babe?"

"Yes?"

"When you do touch yourself … could you send me a picture?"

"Yes," Liv smirked, "I think that's only fair. You have sweet dreams."

"You too. Love you."

"Always."

TBC