A/N: A little late to post this, but since it was Rollisi's 6 month anniversary this weekend I had this idea. And I didn't want to add it to my Chosen Family fic because this is just Rollisi. And ALSO: it's basically porn with a plot. A tiny bit of fluff. But mostly smut. Sorry to all my Rolivia readers, but I'm a multi shipper after all.

Hope you enjoy this little one shot:

The Shirt.

"You got any special plans for tonight?" Sienna asks, looking up from her spot on the floor, only one eye open since Jesse is currently busy applying a very purple eyeshadow on the other.

With her back turned, Amanda smirks, knowing exactly what she has in mind for the night. "Nah." She says while turning around, finally getting the necklace on. "Just dinner at his place."

"Well, you look amazing."

"Thanks." She gives her nanny a grateful smile, both for the compliment and for being discreet enough to not say Carisi's name out loud in front of her oldest daughter.

She knows that her girls would be thrilled to learn that "uncle Sonny" has now turned into someone more, but they both agreed early on that they would wait a while before telling them. The "just in case it doesn't work out" had been left unspoken, due to Amanda being too scared to say it out loud and Carisi being his usual self; Respectful of the fact that she wants stability and predictability more than anything for her girls. The complete opposite of what she had growing up.

After straightening her shirt one last time, she leans down to plant a kiss on top of Jesse's head. "Be good, honey."

"Where are you going?" The six year old asks then, foregoing the makeup session as she turns to look up at her mother.

"Just to see a friend. I'll be home later tonight, but you better be asleep by then." Amanda grins, ruffling her daughter's hair a few times.

"Mama-aa." Jesse whines, quick to pat down her blonde locks.

"Sorry." She snickers, leaving the pair alone to grab her coat. "I hope Billie doesn't wake up too many times until I get home." She adds while stepping into her heels. "I know she's a bit of work these days."

Sienna simply waves her off then. "Don't worry about it." She smiles. "Go, have fun."

The detective feels strangely nervous when she steps out of the courthouse elevator, realizing halfway down the hall that maybe she's not. Maybe those butterflies in her stomach is excitement. She's still learning to tell the difference.

"Amanda?" He asks when she enters his office, looking up from his desk, clearly confused. "Did I mess up? I thought you were coming straight to my place?"

"You didn't mess up." She reassures him with a smile. "I just thought that-" Feeling those butterflies again, she trails off while playing with the collar of her black coat.

"What?"

After giving the hallway outside a quick glance to make sure that it's empty, she closes the door and moves towards him. "That we could maybe right a wrong?"

Confused expression still intact, he eyes her intently while she slowly unbuttons the coat, eventually revealing what she's wearing underneath.

"You see-" Amanda mumbles, sitting down on the edge of his desk, dragging a hand through her hair. "I've got a sitter tonight."

It finally dawns on him then; That shirt, the hair, that line.

"And you want to take me out for a drink-"

"Or three." She grins, amused by the fact that he's finally caught up, and by the fact that his eyes keep falling down to her chest. Leaving no room for doubt that he wants her, just as much as she wants him.

"Listen." He says, lacing their fingers together after exiting the bar, squeezing her hand when he feels how cold she is. "That night, in my office-"

"You don't have to explain anything, Carisi." Amanda interrupts.

But he stops then, making her turn towards him on the sidewalk. "No, I want to."

"Ok?"

"I was scared." The ADA admits, squeezing her hand again.

"Scared of what?"

"Of screwing this up. Us…"

"You can say it." She laughs, trying to get him to relax. "You worried I wouldn't take it seriously."

"No. It wasn't like that." Carisi argues, caressing her cheek gently. "I worried we wouldn't make it work. I've wanted this for so long, but that night… I kinda got the idea of what you had in mind and suddenly our friendship got in the way."

"You still scared?"

"No." He smiles. "We're good." The confidence in his voice sends a rush of serotonin through her, making her lean in closer.

"We are, aren't we?" Amanda mumbles, mirroring his smile before lifting herself up on her toes to place a kiss against his lips, finding them surprisingly warm despite the cold November air.

"Let's go home so I can make you dinner." He says then, grabbing her hand again as they continue their walk. "You're still not eating enough, you know."

"Please." She scoffs. "I've gained like fifteen pounds since June."

"Now you just sound like my dad."

After asking four times if he needs help cleaning up, being told no just as many times, she now finds herself sitting on his kitchen counter, feet dangling and a glass of wine in her hand. And maybe, possibly, checking him out every time he turns to put something in the dishwasher.

"I thought you didn't like anniversaries." Carisi says, leaning against the opposite counter.

"I don't." She responds with a shrug before stretching out a leg to bump into him with her foot. "But I like them with you."

"Yeah?" He dries his hands then before stepping in between her legs, placing his hands on her thighs while she takes a sip of her wine.

"I think we're worth celebrating." Amanda says before emptying her glass and pulling him in for a kiss, wasting no time before she opens her mouth to him.

"I agree." Carisi mumbles, going in for another kiss.

"Let's keep celebrating." She moans when his hands travel up her body, grazing over her breasts without fully cupping them.

"You have no idea how much time I've spent thinking about this shirt." He admits against her mouth before biting down gently on her lip.

"Yeah?" She breathes out, arching into his light touch. "You want me to keep it on?"

"No." The ADA chuckles, lifting her up from the counter before starting the short journey from the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom.

Amanda squeals when he drops her down, but the squeal and the giggles that follow is quickly replaced with a soft hum. "I'm so jealous of your bed." She lifts herself up on her elbows, her flat hands running over his soft sheets. "It's so comfortable."

"It's all yours." He says then, moving quickly to hover over her before their lips meet again.

It doesn't take long until she realizes that she wasn't the only one with a plan tonight. Because when she starts to undress, he's quick to move her hands out of the way. "Let me." He whispers against her cheek, forcing her to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm her body down, down to his level.

But he just works so maddeningly slow, and when she's finally completely undressed underneath him, Amanda is practically panting, her hips bowing up from the bed only to get nothing in return.

"Please." She hears herself beg, finding that she's ok with being a little pleading tonight.

"So impatient." Carisi responds, leaning down to kiss her neck, and then her collarbone, until his mouth finally finds a hard nipple.

The sensation hits like a series of lightning between her legs, convincing her that her arousal is about to ruin these sheets that she loves so much. And when he moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention, she knows for sure.

The blonde detective is just about to beg for more when he moves again, kissing his way down her stomach, making it perfectly clear what his intentions are. But he's obviously not going to give it to her just like that. Instead he takes his time, mapping her skin with his tongue and his lips, from just below her belly button, to the inside of her thighs.

She whimpers loudly when he closes his teeth over the soft flesh, drawing a mumbled "sorry" from his mouth.

"No." Amanda breathes, her head thrown back. "More." And a short moment later she gets her wish when he repeats the bite on the other side, making her purse her lips and whimper again. "Please." She says then, lifting up her hips, eyes rolling back when she feels his hot breath against her core.

At least for now, he's done teasing. Because finally, finally, the ADA's mouth is on her. Making her squirm against the mattress and moan loudly.

With strong hands, he grabs her by the hips, holding her still as his tongue continue its journey up and down her folds. Her attempt at guiding him towards her clit is completely futile, and she can do nothing except cling to the sheets, and remind herself to breathe every once in a while so she won't pass out.

"You taste so good." He mumbles against her, the movement of his lips causing the slightest hint of that friction she so desperately craves.

"Babe." Amanda begs again. "I need-"

"Not yet." He interrupts, placing one single kiss against the most sensitive part of her, making her gasp. "Patience." Carisi lifts himself up then, his naked body kneeling in front of her, clearly enjoying the view on his bed.

When their eyes meet, she licks her lips before moving her glance down, finding him hard and ready. The sight of him making her walls clench around nothing, her body aching and throbbing for him. She inhales sharply when his hand starts moving down her thigh, over her hip, stomach and chest before it's wrapped around her neck. She loves the slight pressure he puts there. Not too much, not to the point where she can't breathe, but enough for her to feel his strong grip and the power of his hands.

But suddenly there's a different part of her body that demands her full attention, because she can feel him now.

"Carisi." She moans his name when he slides into her, infuriatingly slow and still the perfect pace.

"You ok?" He asks, his voice as gentle as his touch.

"Mm." Amanda nods, lips tightly closed before her mouth falls open when he's finally buried inside of her. "More."

"Not yet." He says again, sliding out until sinking back in.

She puffs out her frustration, but it's quickly replaced by another moan, and then another, when he starts moving slowly and confidently.

"You feel so good." Carisi groans, grabbing her by the hips again when they start to move on their own accord. Her body seeking so much more than what he's currently giving her. "You're so wet."

She lifts her head then, looking down between them, feeling herself clench when she sees him disappear inside of her repeatedly. Usually one to keep her eyes closed during sex, everything is just a little different, just a little better, with this particular man.

"For you." Amanda whimpers, meeting his eyes briefly before tilting her head back again. "It's all for you."

The bluntness of her words spurs him on, making him move slightly faster and slightly harder against her before slowing down yet again.

"You're driving me crazy." She complains, biting down on her lip.

He leans down, licking her neck before whispering "that's the plan" next to her ear.

"Kiss me." She says then, turning her head towards him as she wraps her legs around his body. Her hands running up and down his arms before they finally settle on his back.

As soon as he can feel her tongue in his mouth, his attempt at taking it slow falters. And taken over by nothing but unadulterated need, she uses her legs to make him push into her, crying out when he hits a particularly delicate spot inside of her. "Right there."

Somehow, he manages to take control yet again. Pinning her down and breathing into her open mouth, he goes back to his gentle thrusts, keeping her from the edge that she's been chasing ever since they kissed in the kitchen. But her impatience is starting to get the best of her now, and she just can't take it anymore.

"From-" Amanda starts before he cuts her off with another kiss, this one even deeper, only breaking it when the need for air becomes too strong. "From behind." She orders, placing her hands on his chest, motioning him to lift up a little so she can turn around.

"I'm not letting you come yet." He says when their positions have changed, stopping the hand that she was just about to wiggle in between her throbbing center and the sheets.

"Fuck you." Amanda scoffs. But her mouth still forms a smile because a moment later he enters her from behind, pressing her down against the mattress, forcing a muffled "hmmf" from her lips.

She tries to just focus on everything that feels good; The way he pushes into her in a steady rhythm, creating a delicious, albeit superficial friction in the process. But her body is practically screaming for an orgasm, and soon a choked "Dominick" tumbles out of her mouth, followed up by a begging "please".

"Not-" He groans. "Yet."

And she can hear it in his voice then, that he's close to his breaking point too. And she knows exactly what to do to push him over.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside me." She moans huskily, pushing her hips up against him, making him go even deeper. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

"Amanda-" The ADA says, his voice dark and warning.

"Love it when you take me like this."

"Like this?" He asks, finally letting go, finally slamming into her.

"Fuh- Yes!" She cries out as she buries her face in the pillow before lifting herself up a little, elbows now planted firmly on the bed. "More."

With one hand gripping her hip, he moves the other around her slim frame, quick to locate her clit, making her buck against him. She's so sensitive from all the teasing and slow love making that just the touch of his fingertips is enough to drive her dangerously close, enough to make her tremble in his hold.

"Shit-" She breathes out, reveling in the sound of skin slapping against skin. "Fuck, that feels good."

"You need to come?"

"Mm." Amanda nods vigorously, pushing back against him. "Please."

Suddenly, she's pulled up by strong arms, effectively making her sit in his lap with her back pressed against his chest.

"God-" She whimpers, throwing her arms around his neck for leverage as she starts moving her hips, rolling them against him. Soft moans escaping her when his hand starts kneading her breast. And when his free hand finds her clit again, it takes less than a minute until she's nothing but a quivering, moaning mess in his strong hold.

"I'm-" The blonde starts, tightening her jaw as the sensation completely overpowers her and she can do nothing except focus solely on the combination of being filled up by him, and his hands. Fuck, she loves his hands.

"I know." Carisi breathes out, leaning in to kiss her neck, making her tilt her head to the side to give him more room, encouraging him to close his teeth over her skin. "I've got you." Essentially, it's that light sting on her neck that makes her come, forcing a loud and deep cry to rumble up from her chest.

She's pulsating around him while he guides her down from the high, kissing her neck gently, massaging her breast without too much pressure, knowing how sensitive her body is right now.

"Mm." Amanda hums, her head falling back against his shoulder. "You just love to torture me, don't you?"

"Nah." He chuckles. "But you're cute when you beg."

"Shut up." She smiles, turning her head to meet him for an open-mouthed kiss, made a little awkward due to their current position, but mind blowing just the same. And, enough to get her going again. "Come in me." She breathes against his mouth. "I'm gonna come again."

"Turn around." He demands then, lifting her up so she can shift in his lap.

"You close, babe?" She asks when she sinks back down, hands planted firmly on his strong shoulders. When his only response is a clenched jaw and a tight grip on her waist, she leans in to bite down on his earlobe. "Don't hold back anymore." Amanda murmurs. "Lay down for me."

With a bit of twisting and giggles, she finally has him where she wants; Stretched out underneath her and with her hands planted firmly on either side of his head.

With her eyes locked to his, she reaches down between them, aligning him with her dripping entrance while breathing out her demand. "Fuck me." Making it perfectly clear that she's the one in charge now.

And not more than two minutes later, she collapses on top of him, sucking in air while recovering from her second climax and the sensation of him spilling inside of her.

Wrapping his arms around her, he hugs her tight, kissing her neck and her chin until their lips meet. "Hi." She whispers breathlessly, looking down at him with a tired smile.

She's still naked when she joins him in bed again a while later, handing him a bottle of water before getting comfortable next to him, pulling the tousled covers over them. "I wish I could stay the night." Amanda mumbles, playing with the small patch of hair on his chest.

"Mm, me too." The ADA mumbles back, pressing a kiss against the top of her head.

"Come home with me." She hears herself say, peering up at him with hopeful eyes.

"You sure?" He asks, slightly confused. "Won't the girls have questions when I'm there in the morning?"

"What if-" She starts, nervously biting down on her lip before she continues. "What if you were there every morning?"

"Wait…" Carisi sits himself up a little, waiting for her to do the same so they can face each other. "What are you saying?"

"I… I guess I'm asking if we should move in together?"

His response is immediate and nonverbal, closing the tiny gap between them when his lips meet hers. "One condition." He says when the kiss ends.

"What?"

"That Jesse and Billie are ok with it."

"Ok, I love you for that." She grins, leaning in for a second kiss. "But they already love you more than they love me."

Carisi laughs then, grabbing her hand and pressing his lips against her knuckles. "Not possible."