Was bored and decided to add a second part to this since people seemed to like their couch scenes. This might be considered a little ooc, but… I present to you: Two times Rollisi got a little spontaneous.
His eyes soften when he finds her in the quiet, poorly lit squad room; Her slightly hunched shoulders, the half empty coffee cup next to her. Coffee that he just knows went cold hours ago. Her hair in a messy bun. Not the way it looked when she left their apartment early in the morning.
She's the only one left, and his chest swells with pride before it sinks with worry. Pride, because she's so thorough and persistent and dedicated when it comes to her work. Worry, because she's been pushing herself way too hard lately, been working too many hours, been hunching her shoulders more and more.
Had it not been for his experience as a detective, and her insight into his job as an ADA, this relationship never would've worked, he thinks. Because there will be times, like now, where one or both of them get so invested in a case that they barely speak for days, sometimes weeks. It's just an occupational hazard, but standing here now, realizing that he can barely remember the last time they kissed… He can only hope that she misses him too.
He leans by the coffee maker, surprised that she hasn't noticed him yet, worried that he'll scare her if he says something. But just as he's about to carefully clear his throat to make his presence known, she lifts her head. And squeals. Forcing him to chuckle apologetically with a hand against his chest.
"Jesus Christ, Carisi." Amanda breathes, leaning back in her chair, as the initial gasp subsides and a long exhale follows. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry." He says, still chuckling lightly as he moves towards her. "I really didn't mean to."
"What are you doing here?" She asks, rubbing her eyes before using that same hand to cover her mouth as she yawns.
"I-" Carisi starts, moving behind her only to lean down and place a kiss against the top of her head. "Am here to take you home."
"You didn't have to do that." She protest, halfheartedly. "Told Sienna I wouldn't be home for another two hours. You should've just gone to your place tonight."
See, if he didn't knew her, probably better than anyone, a comment like that might've done some damage to his ego. Because he would've heard "I don't want you, or need you." And not the "I'm sorry for being lousy company these days, don't let me drag you down with me", that she's actually saying.
"Amanda-" He murmurs, turning so he can lean against her desk, glancing down at her. "I know, and I get it. This case-"
"This case-" She interrupts, before throwing her head back, using both of her hands to cover her face, groaning. "Is driving me insane."
"So, let's go home, sleep, and you can work on it with rested and fresh eyes tomorrow."
She looks at him again, and that's when he notices that what little makeup she put on that morning, has been wiped away by the stress of her day. And again his chest swells and sinks, because she's so beautiful, and because she looks so tired.
"Yeah." Amanda finally says, surprising him when she doesn't put up a fight. "You're right."
"What was that?" He teases, drawing the tiniest smirk from her lips. "I'm right?"
"Should tell you how tired I am, huh?" She teases back with a lifted eyebrow. Wordlessly letting him know; don't get used to it. "Just let me drop a few files on Liv's desk and I'm good to go."
And so follows a series of fortunate events.
First, the folder slipping from her hand as she locks herself into her captain's office, making him move closer towards her. Then, comes the crack in her knees as she bends to pick it up, and her making a comment about getting old as he holds the office door open for her.
And speaking of getting old, as soon as those files have been dropped on Benson's desk, she grabs her neck, turning her head from side to side, rubbing those tired muscles as she lets out a low hum.
Without thinking, acting purely on instinct really, he steps up behind her. Switching her hand with his, rubbing her neck gently.
"You know what?" He asks.
"What?" Comes the tired response, and even with her back turned, he just knows she has her eyes closed now, with the way she relaxes more and more into his touch.
"I'm gonna take you home, run you a hot bath-" The ADA mumbles, hitting a particularly sore spot that makes her moan. "And rub out all of these kinks of yours."
Was it him saying the word kink? Or maybe rub out? Who knows. And either way it doesn't really matter because she's turning to kiss him now. Not a peck, or a simple kiss like when they say their hellos and goodbyes. No, her tongue is in his mouth and he's just about to melt into it when he remembers where they are.
"Manda-" He says against her lips. "What was that?"
"I don't know." She answers honestly before a smile appears. "Something about you talking about rubbing out my kinks, maybe?"
He wants to remind her that it's late and that they're leaving. That they're in Olivia's office, that he wants to take her home and take care of her. But her tongue is back and if he's a weak man for anything, it's exactly that. Fuck, she's a good kisser.
"Manda-" He tries again, only to pull her in closer. "You're exhausted."
"Mhm." She nods before going in for a third kiss, fingers playing with the buttons of her shirt.
"And we're in Liv's office." He adds.
"Also true."
"So, we can continue this at home."
"We can." She agrees, only to fumble for his hand, moving it inside of her now half open shirt, placing it over her bare breast, making them both moan.
"Where's your-" bra? He wants to ask, but she cuts him off.
"In my bag. Took it off as soon as I had the squad room to myself."
"Hm." Is all he can say, because her nipple is hard under his touch now, and being a weak man after all, there's that mental image of her removing her bra in the middle of the squad room. He gives in then, kneading her breast before rolling the hard nub between his fingertips, knowing exactly what kind of effect he's having on her.
And with his lips still planted firmly against hers, she stumbles backwards a few steps, her ass hitting the desk behind her, knocking over Olivia's RBG figure.
"Shit." She giggles, turning her head to pick the figure up again, but facing it the other way. "RBG doesn't need to see this."
"Why?" He asks, chuckling lightly.
"Because-" Amanda mumbles, now fumbling with her belt. "You're gonna fuck me from behind and the only eyes I want on me, are yours."
He gulps. She can't be serious. They are in captain Benson's office.
Fooling around like teenagers is bad enough.
But fucking her? Here?
"You're joking, right?"
"No, Dominick-" She murmurs, popping open the button of her black jeans, pulling the zipper down. "I'm not."
"This is insane."
"You wanna know what's insane?" She asks, grabbing his free hand, the one resting on her waist, moving it inside of her jeans. "This." She breathes, knowing that he can feel how damp her underwear is, how her arousal has already seeped through the thin fabric barely covering her. "What's insane-" She continues, "is the fact that I haven't felt you inside of me for thirteen days."
So, she's been missing him too.
"Fuck." He whispers, finding it absolutely impossible to resist her. But still.
They're in captain Benson's office.
"Yeah-" She whispers back, her lips ghosting his, guiding his hand in lazy circles. "Yeah."
"But here?" Carisi asks, his voice deep and hoarse, "now?"
And it's not that he doesn't want to, because christ, he wants nothing else. But it's not lost on him how tired she is, how sleep deprived she is, and how-
"I just need to feel something." She says, interrupting his thoughts, and god, the vulnerability in that hits him right in the gut, or between his legs, probably. "Just need to feel…"
"What?" He questions, giving her just a bit more friction, forcing her breaths to become more shallow.
"You." She eventually says. "Need to feel you."
How is he supposed to deny her that? How is he supposed to deny her anything?
"Turn around."
With her hands planted firmly against the desk, one hand on either side of her boss's name plate, he tugs at her jeans before unzipping his own pants, not surprised when he finds himself already rock hard.
"You sure about this?" He murmurs, breathing heavily now that he's stroking himself, watching her arch her back and wiggle her ass in the direction of his cock.
"Mm." She nods. "I'll let you be all sweet and corny when we get home, I promise."
For a short moment he laughs at the joke and the teasing tone in her voice, but the laughter quickly dies down when he slips inside and she slams a flat hand against the desk in response to the sudden, but wanted intrusion.
"You good?" He grunts, overwhelmed by how she feels around him.
"Mhm." She confirms through pursed lips, pushing back against him repeatedly before he grabs her hips to keep her steady, more than willing to do all of the work.
While he might've preferred to be able to take his time with her, after missing her for nearly two weeks, he can't help the way his hips start to move on their own accord, giving in completely to the sensation that is all her; Warm, wet, tight and pulsating around him, clenching when he reaches for her clit.
Her head falls down then, soft moans turning into deep groans instead as he keeps thrusting into her from behind. "Fuck-" She says through gritted teeth, grinding her ass against him when he stops for a short moment before he continues.
Maybe it's all that pent up tension in her body, or the lack of physical touch, but he's still surprised when she makes that sound. The sound that lets him know that she's already close, combined with the way she's rocking more firmly against him, clearly chasing a much needed release.
"Carisi-" She starts, just as she falls down on her elbows, knocking a few things over in the process. "I'm-"
"I got you." He breathes, increasing the pressure against her clit while slowing down his thrusts. "Come."
And then she does, whimpering against her own hand while her walls contract around him repeatedly. Her climax ending with a sharp cry followed by a long sigh before her body starts to relax, humming softly as she comes down.
Carefully, he moves his hand away, placing both of them on the small of her back, listening as she's working to catch her breath.
"Okay, I'm good." She says, signaling for him to continue.
"No-" He mumbles, clearing his throat when he realizes how dry his mouth is. "Not here." And it's not that he doesn't want or need it, but she is so clearly exhausted, and again; They're in captain Benson's office. "This was all about you." He continues, leaning down to press a kiss just below her ear.
"Hm." Amanda responds through something that resembles a purr. "We're not in church, counselor."
"No." He agrees through a dry chuckle. "This is worse."
"Fine." She sighs as he pulls out, moving to stand before pulling up her underwear and her pants, turning around as she gets dressed. "I'll take care of you when we get home."
He gives her a smile, a quick kiss and a "sure" just to humor her. But as expected, she's asleep by the time he enters the bedroom an hour after leaving the precinct, and he's perfectly content just to be able to wrap an arm around her, breathing in the scent of her shampoo as he falls asleep behind her.
Amanda is however a woman of her word. So the next morning, after texting Olivia that she'll be running a little late, she slides her way down his body. Kissing his chest, his stomach, until she reaches her destination, taking him in her mouth in the same moment as her boss eyes the RBG figure on her desk, facing the wrong way.
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She's not sure if this bar changed during covid, or if it's just her age getting to her. But she definitely can't remember the music being this loud, or the place being this crowded the last time she was here. And if it hadn't been for the freezing wind outside, she would've just turned around in the door and headed back to his office and wait for him there.
But, she's here now, and at least the drinks haven't changed, gradually warming her body as her ears adjust to the music that she barely recognizes.
"Can I buy you a drink?" A stranger's voice suddenly says, making her turn to look at the brown haired man seated next to her, who's currently nodding towards the empty glass on the counter.
"I'm good." Amanda smiles politely, noticing how this man must be at least ten years younger than her, if not more.
"What?" He questions, throwing his arms out, nearly knocking his beer over. "You're here alone aren't you?"
"Actually-" She starts, but that's when she feels the touch of a familiar hand on her other shoulder.
"This seat taken?" Carisi asks casually, gesturing towards the empty chair next to her.
"Trust me, man-" The stranger calls out over the music. "She's not interested."
"No?" The ADA says, catching the amused look on Amanda's face when his glance shifts to her. "Let's try this again. Can I buy you a drink?"
"No." She shrugs, before her smirk turns into a wider smile when she notices the smug look on the other man's face. And then she turns back to Carisi. "But I can buy you one."
How they're suddenly three drinks in an hour later, she doesn't know. But maybe they both needed this; To unwind, and spend some time together, somewhere that is not the precinct, the courthouse or her apartment. Somewhere they're not surrounded by co-workers or children.
And yeah, she might feel a little guilty about sending that text to Sienna, asking if she could stay late, but then again, it's not like she does this often. And Carisi is looking damn good tonight.
"You know what?" He says, looking around the crowded bar, making her think that he's about to tell her it's time to head home. But that's not his plan, at all. "Dance with me."
She lifts her eyebrows in surprise, leaning back a little to study his face. "You dance?"
"Only with you." He grins, grabbing her free hand just as she uses the other to empty her glass, and then he's pulling her towards the dance floor.
It feels almost strange being close to him like this. And it's not that she doesn't love it, she does, but they're not twenty anymore and she really can't remember the last time she danced. Besides, they usually keep their PDA to a minimum, just because it's not like either of them to have a full on make out session in front of other people.
But, there's whiskey tonight, and a few glasses of wine, and music, and his hands low on her hips, and underwear that's been damp ever since he entered the bar.
And after one song, he's hard against her.
Before she can tease him about that, his lips are on hers, and he tastes like scotch and… something else. Sex. He tastes like sex, and she feels herself melt into him even further, the world around them suddenly lost on her, unimportant.
He says something then, and even though the loud music is making it almost impossible for her to hear anything, she's pretty sure he just said "want you", and she can only nod in response, going in for another kiss, this one even more frantic, bordering on sloppy.
"Need you." She mumbles back, not sure if he heard her or not, but she thinks he might've because he's moving them backwards now, through the crowd, barely without breaking the kiss. And had she not downed that last drink like she did, she probably would've told him it was time to go home, but she's too far gone, and apparently, so is he.
A low "oomph" escapes her when her back hits the wall behind her, and she immediately clings to his shirt because jesus, he's completely pressed against her now.
Is he really doing what she thinks he's doing?
He confirms her suspicions with another fierce kiss, adjusting his stance just a little, enough for the erection in his pants to press right against her center.
Shit, she thinks, gasping. He's about to make her fucking come, right here, in the middle of a bar, surrounded by all these people.
And he's kissing her neck now, sucking on the skin there and surely leaving a mark, and she's got no choice but to close her eyes and give in to the sensation. She moans his name, just as the beat in the song changes and he moves his hips to the rhythm.
"Tell me." She says against his ear, making sure that he can hear her, not really caring if anyone else can too. "Tell me how you're gonna fuck me when we get home."
She's not convinced, but pretty sure that she can hear him groan, just as he moves one hand up her side, close to cupping her breast fully. "Want you coming in my mouth." He eventually says, boring his eyes into hers, his hips still grinding against her. "You like that?" He asks, and she nods, moving her hands to his ass.
"More." She begs, so close to her climax that she's panting the word out.
"Then-" He continues, capturing her lips before swirling his tongue around hers. "I'm gonna take you from behind."
Again she nods, close to just lifting up her skirt right here and right now. "You gonna come in me?"
He hesitates for a second, but then his usually bright eyes darken, just as he covers her breast with his hand, ghosting her hard nipple with his thumb. "No." He groans again. "Gonna come all over your ass."
The blunt words makes her gulp, the throb between her legs only intensifying, and if he just moves-
Yes, like that. Exactly like that.
She's about to come.
"Because you're mine." He says then, and it's essentially those words that does it. His words, his hard cock pressed against her, and then his lips against her neck again.
And thank god for that loud music that she initially hated, drowning out her moans before she buries her face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him like she's about to fall to the floor. Which might not be that far from the truth with the way her legs tremble as the orgasm spreads from between her legs to the rest of her body. Briefly turning everything and everyone around them into a blur, the music included.
"You okay?" He breathes after a short moment, caressing her cheek, looking like he can't quite believe what just happened.
"Yeah." Amanda says, licking her lips, blinking a few times so she can focus on his face, but struggling because the only thing she can really focus on right now is her soaked underwear. "We need to get out of here."
"We do." He agrees, his soft smile a definitive juxtaposition to what he just did to her body. "I just…" He starts, before stopping himself.
"You need a moment?" She grins up at him as the room stops spinning around her, chuckling when he nods a few times…
"Let's go." Carisi finally says, guiding them over the dance floor.
Just as they're exiting the bar, Amanda turns to look over her shoulder, finding the brown haired stranger still seated by the bar, giving him a quick wink before grabbing Carisi's hand, following him into the cold city outside.
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