A/N: I don't know how to explain this. It just happened. If you're not a fan of threesomes, look away :)
Is there a part of her that feels somewhat bad for leaving her girls with Olivia on a Friday night? Yes. There is. And seeing Jesse and Billie run into the captain's living room like they own the place definitely made her rethink this entire idea.
But, Olivia had insisted.
"Go." She had told her, with a reassuring smile, swooping Billie up in her arms and making the toddler giggle. "You need this. You both do."
And she wasn't wrong.
Because these last three weeks?
The only reminder that she even has a boyfriend could've been summed up by a quick kiss in his office, a few texts and of course that one night when they were supposed to do nothing except enjoy each other's company. The finally night after too many days of overtime and paperwork and bad coffee.
It started out so well, too; Him, cooking in her kitchen, wearing that old T-shirt she keeps trying to steal. Her, sitting on the counter and keeping him company, wearing the hoodie she already stole.
There was a lot of kissing too, a lot of flirting, and the occasional growl coming from her stomach, reminding them both that they really did need the food he was making before they could… do anything else.
And then, like the universe was trying to test them in the worst way possible, disaster struck when Billie padded into the kitchen. Her cheeks red and her eyes glistening with tears. And then came the cough, the fever, and then after successfully avoiding it for more than two years, covid.
Fucking covid.
Somehow, and she's still (secretly) a little bitter about this, Carisi dodged the whole thing. Even though he was the one who swayed her youngest daughter to sleep, and even though he was the one who laid in bed with Jesse the next night, reading her favorite stories as she fell victim to the virus too.
But while Billie and Jesse were fine after two long days, Amanda was definitely not.
And it isn't his fault that sick Amanda doesn't accept help from anyone. Not his fault that when she gets sick, she insists on being left alone, barely accepting the occasional soup he left on her nightstand.
I should probably talk to Hanover about that, she thinks as a few raindrops starts hitting the windshield. But right now it doesn't matter. Hanover can wait. This can not.
Because after staying in bed for a week, when she was finally ready to be mother, detective and girlfriend again, he was drowning in a new case.
And then that stupid text came.
"It's been 84 years." She half jested, half complained in Olivia's office after getting the text from Carisi saying he'd be out of town on a conference, from Wednesday to Saturday. The universe once again pulling them apart.
"Please." The captain responded, pinching the top of her nose as Amanda's Titanic joke fell flat. "For the love of god, let me take the girls on Friday so you can go up to Boston and see him."
"What?"
"I'll do anything so I don't have to hear about-" Olivia glared at her then, slightly deadpanned. "That."
And so, here she is, covid free and adjusting her grip around the steering wheel, berating herself for deciding to drive when there are undoubtedly faster alternatives.
One hour, she thinks. One hour, and I'll have him all to myself. No interruptions, just us.
She's strangely nervous when she enters the hotel. Almost like she's working, worried about blowing her cover. But then again, she's not exactly used to being in this situation. Because before him, she wasn't the kind of woman who would drive four hours just to surprise her boyfriend.
And yes, there is that one small part of her that wants to scoff and roll her eyes for turning into that woman.
People think he's the one who's whipped? Please. I'm wrapped around his little finger.
And fuck. That's why she's here, isn't it?
Wearing those black jeans that she knows always makes him check out her ass, and the perfume that makes him weak in the knees and the lipstick that she marked him with nearly a year ago when she kissed him for the very first time.
Ready to be wrapped around his fingers in every way possible. Preferably right this second.
But she has spotted him now, sitting by the bar and nursing his drink.
And he's not alone.
There's a familiar brunette sitting next to him, cradling her own glass. Looking like a million bucks and then some.
She grants herself just a few seconds of feeling antsy and maybe a little jealous, and then she takes a deep breath. Reminding herself that a, he's allowed to have a drink with a colleague, and b, he would never cheat. He's not like all the others. And with that thought in her head, and with her nerves under somewhat control, she fishes her phone out from her pocket.
"So, how's it going?" Amanda asks casually after he picks up, careful to keep her distance so he won't notice her or hear that she's close by.
"Well, as far as conferences goes…"
"You're hating it?" She snickers.
"I just want tomorrow to be over and done with, and get home to you and the girls." He sighs, taking a sip from what she assumes is a pricey scotch.
"Mm." She hums into the phone, the softness in his voice almost making her forget that she's not at home, missing him. "Yeah, the girls can't wait to see you."
"And you? You're not missing me at all?" Carisi teases.
"Oh, I'm definitely missing you." Amanda responds, her voice dropping an octave, only now realizing that he's wearing one of her favorite suits. "A little less right now." She adds with a smirk.
"Look-" He says, as she watches him lift the glass to his lips again. "Talking on the phone is great and all, but I meant actually being with you, physically."
"Physically sounds nice, counselor." She murmurs, playing with her necklace, knowing full well how that sounded, holding back a giggle when she sees how he shifts on the bar stool.
"I'm in a pretty public place, Rollins, so if you're insinuating what I think you are… I'll have to move."
"No, please stay." She says then, a little rushed. "You look so good."
"What?"
And that's when she decides to drop the act, stepping into the room and crossing the floor, her smirk turning into a wide grin when he turns around and finally sees her.
"I said-" Amanda smiles, hanging up the phone when she's finally standing right in front of him. "You look so good."
"You're here." He says, a mix of happiness and confusion written all over his face.
"I'm here." She says, crowding his personal space by stepping in between his legs, grabbing his suit jacket to pull him in for a kiss much fiercer than she usually allows in public. Briefly forgetting about the woman seated next to him.
"What about the girls? Sienna?" He asks when she leans back.
"Liv." She shrugs before turning to Anya who's been watching their little reunion with an amused look on her face. "Anya, right?" She says while reaching out her hand. "Amanda."
"We've met." The brunette smiles, taking her hand. "But not officially."
While driving up here, and when she walked through those sliding doors just a few minutes ago, she wanted nothing else except to find Carisi, throw herself at him and spend the rest of the night in his hotel room. But as she removes her coat, eyeing her boyfriend's half empty glass before taking in her surroundings, she quickly realizes that she wants this first; To be a kid-free grownup, having a drink in a bar with other grown-ups.
"Well-" Anya starts before emptying her glass. "I'm not gonna interrupt date night. You guys enjoy yourself." But just as she's about to ask the bartender for the check, the blonde stops her.
"You're not interrupting anything." Amanda says before gesturing to the bartender that she'll have whatever wine the brunette is drinking, and then turning her attention back to Anya. "Stay." And not more than two minutes later, they find themselves seated in one of the booths of the hotel bar, fresh drinks placed in front of them.
"So you have kids?" Anya asks.
"Yeah." Amanda smiles, lifting her phone to show the other woman her locked screen, where Jesse and Billie are beaming into the camera. "Two girls."
"What about you?" The ADA asks.
Anya shakes her head no while taking a sip of the wine. "Me and my ex-wife talked about it, but…" She trails off then, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Sorry." She mumbles. "You don't wanna hear about that."
"Try us." Amanda says, shrugging, giving the other woman an encouraging smile.
"Well, she wanted me to be a stay at home mom, and I wanted to focus on my career."
"Hence the ex part?" Carisi comments.
"Yeah. Well, that, and the fact that she liked to sleep with her personal trainer."
"Oof-" Amanda says, eyebrows furrowed. "Sorry about that."
"It is what it is." Anya shrugs, lifting the wine to her lips. Lips that for some reason, Amanda has noticed is a very attractive shade of dark red.
And just like that, they're sharing stories about their worst exes, and gossip from the courthouse. And Amanda suddenly remembers how it feels not to have small children crawling on her, and that there's a life outside of the squad room, away from the paperwork and bad coffee. And as Carisi casually reaches behind and around her to pull her just a little closer, she's reminded yet again why she drove four hours to see him.
And then there's the red wine that keeps coming. Making her feel warm all over, relaxed and maybe, just maybe, a little more forthcoming than usual. So when Anya excuses herself to go to the restroom an hour later, she doesn't really think before sliding a hand up Carisi's thigh, stopping right before the public affection turns into public indecency.
"What are you thinking about?" He smirks, noticing her flushed cheeks and slightly hooded eyes.
"You like her." She says, as a statement and not a question, moving her hand up to play with the lapels of his shirt.
"What? Anya?"
"No, Queen Elizabeth." Amanda responds dryly, rolling her eyes jokingly. "Yes, Anya. You like her."
"You know what I think?" Carisi mumbles, turning slightly so he can lean in a little closer. "I think you're projecting."
He moves his hand then, over her knee and up, up, up, doing what she just did to him.
"Maybe." She admits, more or less through a whisper.
"Is she turning you on?"
The blunt question makes her lift her eyebrows, glancing up at him to see if he's joking or not. But she's looking into his eyes now, and there's not a joke in sight. And she is, after all, feeling warm all over. "Babe-" Amanda murmurs, leaning in to place her mouth close to his ear. "I almost had to stop on my way up here to fuck myself in the car. Because I was thinking about coming here, to be with you."
"And I appreciate that-" The ADA says, clearing his throat when she places a light kiss right below his ear. "But I'm getting the feeling that…"
"What?"
"If it was up to you… You wouldn't mind her company."
"And if it was up to you?" Amanda asks, nonchalantly checking the area around them to make sure that no one is paying attention.
"You want the honest truth?"
"Always." She nods, her hand moving back to just above his knee.
"As long as I get to see and hear you come, I really don't care how this night turns out."
She gulps then. Because yes. That is exactly why she made the trip. To feel close to him again, to feel him inside of her again. To get that release she's been craving for weeks. That release that's usually reserved for him and his eyes only.
But she's only human. And Anya is just so fucking hot.
"I'm gonna go to the restroom." She whispers, moving her head to align her lips with his, kissing him. And when she pulls back, her questioning eyes and his simple nod tells her everything she needs to know.
He's in, if she is.
"Hey." She smiles when she finds Anya standing by one of the sinks, trying to make it look casual as she starts checking her makeup in the mirror.
"You're a cute couple." The brunette comments while drying her hands. "How long have you been together?"
"About a year." Amanda responds, pulling out her lipstick. "He's a good man."
"I can tell."
"Yeah?"
"The way he looks at you?" Anya says, glancing over at the blonde. "He would walk through fire for you."
"Hm." Amanda hums, knowing that there's probably some truth to that. And I would do the same for him.
But that's not why she came in here. And so she takes a breath, locking her blue eyes to the brown ones staring back at her through the mirror. "He looks at you too, you know."
"Wh-" Anya starts, the hands just working to fix her hair stilling momentarily.
"It's fine." Amanda laughs when she notices the other woman's confused expression. "We were just talking about you."
"And what did you talk about exactly?"
"Before I answer that…" The blonde says, putting the lipstick back in her purse, turning to lean against the counter while trying to hide the fact that she is, after all, a little nervous. "I need you to know that you can take this as a compliment, or…"
"Or?" Anya asks, lowering her voice as she moves just a little closer.
"An invitation."
"What did you talk about?" The brunette says, repeating her question, taking another step towards Amanda, almost close enough to touch.
"Come here." The detective murmurs, gesturing for Anya to lean in closer, inhaling slowly through her nose when she does.
Fuck, she smells good.
"He's not the only one who's looking at you."
There's a beat. No, it's more than that. It might be an actual eternity. And she stands still, holding her breath, waiting for the other woman to say something, anything.
"So when you said invitation-" Anya finally says, making Amanda shudder slightly as she feels a hand travel up her arm. "What did you have in mind?"
"Everything." The blonde responds bluntly, the word tumbling out of her before she has a chance to think. "Except-" She swallows, needing to make one thing perfectly clear. "He can't come in you."
"But I can fuck you?" The other woman asks, her lips now only a few inches from Amanda's.
"Yes." She gives a barely visible nod, her eyes moving down to Anya's mouth, suddenly desperate to find out how those lips would feel against her own.
"Let's go."
The air in the elevator feels thick around them, but strangely enough nothing feels awkward between them. Maybe because her body is buzzing with anticipation now and when Carisi places a hand against the small of her back, and Anya not so accidentally brushes up against her shoulder on the other side, she nearly presses the emergency stop button right there and then. Anything to have their hands on her body.
But she chews on her lip instead, mentally checking in with herself one last time to make sure that there's no doubt in sight.
No doubt detected, she thinks, just as the ADA's hand moves down to her ass, making her glance up at him, reading his eyes.
Those goddamn jeans.
I know.
And suddenly they're in his hotel room, and his lips are pressed against hers, while Anya's are pressed against her neck.
"I want you to watch." She whispers, giving him a final kiss before he takes a few steps back, sitting himself down in one of the chairs facing the king size bed behind the two women.
"You're a lucky man, Carisi." Anya murmurs as her arms come around Amanda's waist, lightly tugging at the blouse tucked into her jeans, placing several kisses against her neck in the process.
"I know."
"Anything you don't want me to do with her?"
Amanda feels that question right between her legs. Normally one to absolutely hate it when people talk about her like she's not there, every cell in her body comes alive by the sound of the brunette's voice. And she's so wrapped up in everything that's happening to her body right now, that she doesn't catch his question.
"Manda." He says, quick to get her full attention again. "Is there anything she can't do?"
Just as she's about to answer, a hand disappears under her blouse, then another. Surprisingly strong hands pulling her back and pressing her even closer to the woman behind her.
"No." Amanda breathes out, lifting the top over her head to give Anya more and better access. "No, she can do anything."
Anya hums against her neck then and the sound triggers an immediate response, making Amanda turn her head, meeting the brunette's lips for a kiss that turns sloppy in a heartbeat.
"But-" She continues when the kiss eventually ends, gasping when the other woman wiggles her hand inside of her bra, cupping her breast before rolling a hard nipple between her fingers.
"But what?" Carisi asks, his breaths increasingly shallow.
"You can't come in her."
She already knows he wouldn't, for reasons that only makes sense to them, but she needs to say it out loud just because she's about to give up any and all sense of control.
Anya steps in front of her then, and when she leans in to kiss her again, Amanda's eyes stay fixated on Carisi. That is, until the brunette reaches to undo her bra, all while brushing her tongue against hers. That's when she can't keep her eyes open anymore, consumed with all of the soft touches caressing her body, touches that are just so different from what she's used to.
It's not better, or worse, it's just different. And it feels so damn good. Knowing that Carisi is still watching, only heightens the sensation.
When her bra falls to the floor and Anya's lips aren't planted against her own anymore, she opens her eyes again, transfixed when she sees the other woman reach for the side zipper of her dress.
I love you so much, Carisi, she thinks, biting down on her lip as more and more skin is slowly revealed in front of her. But women… My god.
And this woman in particular looks like a goddess.
And shit, she's kneeling in front of her now. Left in only her deep purple underwear, Anya kneels down, kissing Amanda's stomach along the way. Making her tremble all over.
"This ok?" Anya asks as her fingers start working the button on Amanda's jeans.
The blonde nods, but what comes out is a hoarse "I need to sit down." Because she can't trust her legs anymore, and the room is spinning simply because she can't get enough air into her lungs.
And so she moves backwards, just as her jeans are pulled over her ass, pulled all the way off as soon as she's seated, scooting herself up to make room for the other woman to join her on the bed. And when Anya's mouth finds the inside of her now naked thigh, her eyes find Carisi yet again.
It's bordering on too much now, and they haven't even really started. And yet, her body is screaming for more. More of her, of him, just… more.
"Please." She hears herself beg when Anya finally hooks her fingers in the white lace she's still wearing.
"Please what?" The brunette teases, making Amanda rise up so she can pull the underwear down, and then making her laugh when said underwear lands in Carisi's lap a second later.
But suddenly there's no room for laughing and no need for begging because a moment later Anya's mouth is on her, making her head fall back while using unsteady elbows to keep her upper body lifted, barely aware of the fact that she's currently giving Carisi the view of a lifetime.
She manages to hold that position for roughly a minute before she falls down on her back, hands fumbling for brown hair to hold onto, unintelligible words leaving her at random.
"Carisi…" She moans, arching into the touch that Anya keeps providing with her lips and her tongue.
And then two words that would've seemed unthinkable just a few hours ago. Two words that she never thought she would ever say to the man that makes up her entire world. But still, those words make so much sense right now.
"Fuck her."
Even in her physically overwhelmed state, she's quick to catch the way the brunette glances up at her. But just as she's about to ask her if she's ok with that, a smirk spreads across the other woman's glistening lips, and she knows. Anya is more than ok with that.
And then she's lowering her head again, making Amanda let out something that sounds like both a cry and a sigh of relief. And when Carisi positions himself, Anya wiggles her hand between Amanda's legs, teasing her entrance with two fingers that slides into her just as a loud moan fills the room when Carisi enters Anya from behind.
To say that Carisi is the best she has ever had would be an understatement, simply because he knows her so well, loves her so much. And they have shared countless of passionate moments in her bedroom, his living room, his office, her kitchen-
But this, him staring down at her while being buried inside of another woman? Her mouth open, gasping, his eyes dark, consumed by desire. She knows this moment will be forever etched on her brain.
"Fuck-" She whimpers, pushing down on the fingers currently curled up inside of her, realizing that her release is just a few glorious moments away. "I'm close."
"Let me hear you." The ADA says then, groaning and gripping Anya's hips even harder, his eyes locked on Amanda's heaving chest.
In the end, it's a hard thrust from Carisi that causes Anya to groan against Amanda's core that makes her come. Like a chain of perfect events that makes her cover her face as several loud moans fill the room. Moans that eventually turn into soft hums, noticing how Carisi has slowed down for the time being, and how Anya has gone back to kissing her inner thigh. Both of them giving her that moment to crash and recover.
"Let's switch." Amanda says when her breathing is somewhat back to normal, tapping Anya's shoulder. "Wanna taste you."
She stops halfway, pulling Carisi closer for a deep kiss, searching his eyes when she leans back. "You good?" She mumbles, suddenly very aware of how tipsy she actually is, hoping that they're still on the same page and that she hasn't pushed anything.
But he quickly reassures her, going in for another kiss. "So good." He breathes. "Now let me fuck you."
"Yes, sir." She grins, happy to oblige when she turns around in his arms, smile still intact when she meets Anya's hungry eyes. Eyes that are clearly begging to be touched.
"Anything you don't like?" Amanda asks while kissing her way down the other woman's naked thigh.
Fuck, she has great legs.
"Something tells me you're a natural." Anya smirks, just as she kicks the purple underwear to the side of the bed, revealing all of her to the woman in front of her, and, the man currently moving his mouth up Amanda's back.
"Let's hope so." The blonde murmurs through a smile. "Wouldn't want to embarrass myself in front of my man."
While the comment makes both Anya and Carisi chuckle, Amanda makes quick work of shutting both of them up as she leans down, knees planted firmly in the mattress underneath, hands gripping the other woman's hips to keep her steady.
It's not that she hasn't done this before, but it's been a minute since her last time, so she definitely appreciates the sounds now rumbling up from Anya's chest, letting her know through a string of "oh fuck" and "right there" that she's definitely doing something right.
And when Carisi finally sinks into her, forcing her to stop for a moment just to catch her breath, she forgets all about being self conscious, too wrapped up in the moment to worry about anything.
"God, you taste good." She mumbles in between two moans, her hands now traveling up the other woman's body to locate her breasts.
"Don't-" Anya starts, shamelessly grinding against Amanda's mouth, basically doing all the work for her. "Stop."
Not until you're coming against my tongue, she thinks, just as Carisi groans behind her, moving his hand between her legs, wordlessly letting her know that he's not going to last much longer. And just as he uses his fingers in the way he knows will push her to the edge, she rolls Anya's nipples, all while circling her clit, sucking it into her mouth.
She's pretty sure the next sound leaving the brunette's lips is her announcing that she's coming, but all she can really hear right now is skin slapping against skin, and her own pulse, galloping in her ears.
And then, everything is just a blur. And with one hand fisted in her hair, pressing her against the other woman's core, and another pushing her to her second climax, she lets out a choked sob, trembling all over as she falls forward, barely catching herself to avoid collapsing on top of the woman underneath her.
And finally, with her forehead rested against Anya's stomach, Carisi spills inside of her, prolonging her orgasm in the best way possible.
"Holy shit." She half gasps, half giggles, her body running high on oxytocin.
"Holy shit, indeed." Anya agrees, inhaling deeply as her body relaxes fully against the white sheets.
"You alright back there, counselor?" Amanda asks, still too exhausted to lift her head and look at him.
"Can't complain." He responds out of breath, making the two women laugh.
"So…" He starts when Anya emerges from the bathroom twenty minutes, fully dressed minus her high heels. "How awkward is this gonna be tomorrow morning when we meet in the breakfast hall?"
Amanda, dressed only in Carisi's shirt and currently busy chugging half a bottle of water stops what she's doing then, quick to find Anya's eyes.
"I think we'll be fine." The blonde eventually smiles, getting a confirming nod in return.
…
"That-" Amanda says as she falls back down on the mattress after saying goodnight to the woman who just shared this bed with them. "Was amazing."
"You're amazing." He mumbles into her hair as she curls up next to him, taking in the scent of her; A mix of sex and shampoo and the hint of another woman.
"No regrets?" She asks, glancing up at him.
"Nothing with you is regrettable, Amanda Rollins."
She smiles, not at all surprised by the fact that after what just happened in this hotel room, this man is still somehow capable of turning their night into something sweet and romantic.
Because that's just who he is, and even with her tired eyes and aching limbs, it makes her want him all over again.
"Make love to me, Dominick." She murmurs, moving until they're face to face, kissing him softly, happy to finally have him all to herself.
"You sure you're up for it?"
"With you?" She asks, caressing his cheek as another smile spreads across her face. "I'm up for anything with you."
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