A/N: This chapter is lightly Not Suitable For Work (NSFW). Writing smut is kinda how I got started with fanfiction and it seems to be pretty well received by the Swanqueen clan. Given there's only a limited amount of smut out there for Rolivia, I'm hoping you guys like it too! This is just the beginning.

It took Amanda a while to work out where she was when she regained consciousness. No, she knew where she was; Frannie's chin was resting on the edge of the mattress, big brown eyes gazing straight into her own. She was most definitely at home, in bed. But she wasn't alone. An arm was slung across her midriff, holding her close to a warm, firm body. Behind her, against her, their face buried in her hair, her sleeping companion breathed slow and deep, still lost in dreamland.

Amanda grinned to herself, shifting slightly as she shuffled a little closer to Olivia. But as she closed her eyes, Frannie let out a little whimper. Seriously? Amanda thought to herself. Why did she have to get a dog? Cats poop in neat little trays. Granted it's gross to clean them out but at least you don't have to get out of bed and leave the arms of the most perfect woman on the planet.

But on balance she decided that taking Frannie out to do her business would be less of a sacrifice than having to clear up the mess on the floor of the apartment with Olivia present. So as slowly as she could, she began to extricate herself from the woman's koala-like grip. It took barely a few seconds for the brunette to stir and then, quite suddenly, to sit bolt upright.

"Woah, it's ok, it's just me," Amanda said quickly, noting the look of panic in the woman's eyes. "Sorry I woke you. Frannie needs to go outside. Go back to sleep."

"What time is it?" Olivia asked, relaxing as soon as she recognised the room as well as the woman beside her. Who, she noted, was wearing rather skimpy pyjamas given the fact that New York's winter chill had permeated the apartment. Beneath the covers, to be fair, it was wonderfully toasty.

Amanda glanced at the clock on her bedside table to answer that question. "Just after midday. We're not due back at the precinct for another couple of hours. Go back to sleep. I'll join you as soon as Frannie's done."

"Ok," Olivia replied, laying back down without protest, a mark of how tired she was. She pulled the duvet right up to her chin and rolled over to watch as Amanda slipped from the bed, tugged on some sweatpants which were draped over the back of a chair, and threw a large sweater over her top half.

Frannie by this point was waiting at the bedroom door. Clearly the poor girl was dying to relieve herself. Amanda patted her as she passed, making her way down the hall and out of sight. Alone to take in the events of the day so far, Olivia first realised that she was still exhausted. This happened sometimes; she worked flat out for several months and then her body reached a point when it all but forced her to take a break. She was run down. She needed some time off. Proper time away from the city to recuperate and recharge. Perhaps a week further south, somewhere warmer.

South Carolina maybe. She'd never been. Or further south. Georgia? She wondered whether Amanda had plans to go home for Christmas. She'd never mentioned anything. Well, Olivia had never asked. Maybe Amanda would leave for a few days at least; spend time with her family. Could Olivia -

She stopped herself. Too much. Too soon. Instead, she wriggled herself further below the covers, away from the cold air which threatened to raise goosebumps against her exposed skin. She closed her eyes. Her tired body immediately relaxed into the soft mattress, the familiar scent of the woman who had slept soundly beside her wrapped like an extra layer over her senses.

In fact, it wasn't just Amanda who had slept soundly. Olivia had too. She was usually a restless sleeper, alert to any movement from her bed companion; that was how she knew the blonde too had had a good sleep. From the moment her head had hit the pillow, arm wrapped securely around a lithe waist, Olivia had been fast asleep. In a way, it was a shame. Under normal circumstances, she would have wanted to enjoy the moment, relish in the intimacy of their hold. But that morning, after too many hours on the job with too few hours of sleep, all she needed was rest. Next time, however, she was determined to make sure she appreciated what she had.

This thought was reinforced a few minutes later when the front door to the apartment snapped shut and Frannie's claws could be heard clattering across the hardwood. A cold-looking Amanda appeared soon afterwards, shaking snow from her hair, cheeks pink from the cold. Olivia didn't think she'd ever seen anyone look quite so beautiful.

"It's fucking freezing out there," Amanda expleted, narrowing her eyes at the animal who had padded into the room behind her, oblivious to her master's disdain.

"Get in," Olivia replied. "I'll warm you up." For good measure, she flicked back the edge of the duvet invitingly.

Amanda remained rooted to the spot for a moment before springing into action. She shed her outerwear, revealing the pyjamas which she still wore beneath them and all but dived under the covers where Olivia lay giggling at her actions. It was a noise Amanda wanted to hear over and over again.

She shuffled herself at once into Olivia's embrace, the older woman encircling her at once, wincing as she felt Amanda's cold fingertips on her own skin.

"Sorry," Amanda replied, moving her hands back and holding them tight against her own chest. "They'll warm up in a minute but I guess you don't want to be poked by icicles."

"It's not a favourite kink of mine," Olivia replied.

At the word kink coming from the woman before her, Amanda could have sworn her heart stopped beating for a moment. She and Olivia may have seen all kinds of sexually adventurous lifestyles on the job but there was something about Olivia's lips forming the word 'kink' quite so close to her own that made it hard for Amanda's body to remember to keep her alive.

"Jesus," Amanda breathed out.

Smirking, knowing exactly the impact her words had had on her colleague, Olivia brought her hand up to the back of Amanda's head and gently guided their mouths together. The kiss was slow and almost sleepy, a warm up of sorts. But it didn't stay that way for long.

Amanda pressed herself closer, still keeping her chilled fingers away from Olivia but wanting to be close to her in every other way. She parted her lips, trapping Olivia's lower one between her own and teasing the tip of her tongue over the plump flesh. Olivia's hands stroked up and down Amanda's back, gradually moving the fabric of her cami higher and higher, fingertips grazing against smooth flesh.

Their tongues met, taking the time to get to know one another, learning the taste and tricks of the other. Olivia's hands now splayed across the small of Amanda's back, pressing her even closer. It still wasn't enough. For either of them. They needed something more to satiate the heat inside their cores. Amanda bent her knee, applying a little pressure to Olivia's legs. The older woman parted them willingly, allowing Amanda to slide hers between and then shift it upwards, her bare thigh now inching its way towards the place both women knew Olivia needed it most.

"Amanda," Olivia groaned quietly as she felt the slender, toned quad continue its journey, pressing her own thighs ever further apart.

The blonde paused for a moment, not wanting to go too fast, push too far. But the way Olivia kissed her told her not to stop. It told her the woman needed more, needed her. She let out a whimper of her own when her leg pressed against the fabric between Olivia's thighs. She could feel the heat radiating outwards, recognised the burning need of the other woman. For her. Olivia Benson wanted her. She applied a little pressure and felt her heart sing as Olivia rocked her hips in answer.

And yet…

"Liv, wait."

Amanda broke their kiss but didn't move her thigh. She didn't dare move her thigh. She didn't want to move her thigh. But she did want to press pause for a moment.

Dark brown eyes blinked slowly open, hooded with arousal and looking at her with such intensity that Amanda almost forgot what she was going to say. But then her annoying brain clicked into gear and instead of ravishing the woman whose molten core was pressed against her bare skin, she spoke.

"What about your five date rule?" Yep, Amanda thought to herself; I'm cock blocking myself.

Olivia wrinkled her nose at the reminder. And then pulled back. Amanda, instinctively, went with her, her now warm fingers reaching around to keep their bodies close. Olivia raised an eyebrow.

"What? Just because I'm being respectful of what you said you wanted before my sexiness fried your brain, doesn't mean I'm not going to try and persuade you otherwise. I was being chivalrous but I'm not going to just stop. I mean, unless you want me to."

Consent, of course, was always going to be paramount in their relationship. Olivia saw the flash of concern and felt the woman's thigh begin to pull back from her body. She clamped her own legs tighter, holding her close. This time it was Amanda's turn to look quizzical.

"I know what I said about the five date rule," Olivia said, reaching down and cupping Amanda's leg just above her knee. "And I thank you for reminding me of it when clearly my body had overtaken my brain. I appreciate that. But," her fingers drummed against the smooth, sensitive skin behind Amanda's knee, "that being said, if we're both happy that it doesn't go any further, I don't see why we can't continue as we were for a while." As she spoke, she guided Amanda's knee back up, her own legs parting to welcome it back into the crux of her body.

Amanda gasped, feeling the dampness now against her thigh. "Liv, you have no idea what you're doing to me."

The senior detective chuckled and allowed her hand to drag up the woman's leg until it reached her pert ass. "My dear, I think you can feel what you're doing to me so however you feel, I suspect I'm right there with you."

They kissed once more, a hungried clash of lips and teeth, tongues now dancing with more desire than before as Olivia began to rock her hips lightly against Amanda, seeking out some friction which may alleviate some of the heat which had built up in her core. It didn't work. All it did was turn her on more, make her desire more, make her need more.

Perhaps Amanda was right. Maybe they should have stopped. And yet even as that thought entered her head, Olivia made no move to put the brakes on. Even if it wouldn't end the way her body wanted it to, holding Amanda like this, feeling the younger woman's body practically vibrate with desire for her was more than she'd dared dream for herself.

"Olivia," Amanda gasped as she felt the woman's hand ghost across the edge of her breast as it slid up her side towards her hair where it became lost in her tangles.

"Do you want to stop?" Olivia asked, lips barely a millimetre from the woman's mouth.

"No," Amanda said at once. "Never. I never want to stop this. But …"

She didn't need to say anything more. Both women knew that if they didn't pull back soon, their common sense, their reason would be overwhelmed with the burning, wanton lust which was coursing through their veins.

Reluctantly, their kisses slowed. Amanda's leg fell from between Olivia's and their hands found one another, fingers tangled together between them. Foreheads pressed together, breath mingled, lips occasionally reaching for a brief caress.

"We should get dressed and head to work," Olivia said after a long time.

"I know."

But neither moved. Neither wanted to break the spell which had fallen over them. They closed their eyes, settling back into the quiet, familiar, comfortable space into which their relationship had shifted.

"I have a question for you."

Olivia opened her eyes and met the azure orbs waiting for her. "Go ahead."

"Actually, I have two questions," Amanda caveated. "First, does this count as a date?"

Olivia couldn't help but laugh. "And the second question?" she asked without providing an answer.

"What are some of your favourite kinks?"

A/N: Sorry I was delayed - house moving is time consuming! I hope it was worth the wait!