A/N: This chapter is NSFW. And by that, I mean it's all sex.
Their next kiss was slower, the heat and the urgency which had fuelled their earlier movements now on hold. Perhaps it was because there was finally some clarity, some certainty, a reassurance that this wasn't going to end before both women were thoroughly satiated. Olivia's fingers trailed slowly up and down Amanda's back, feeling the smooth expanse of skin properly for the first time.
Amanda, meanwhile, was holding herself up above the older woman, hands braced either side of her shoulders. While she rather liked the feel of straddling her superior, she had to admit that the position limited her. That slow kiss had been intense in all the right ways but her core was reminding her that it had been far too long since Amanda had received pleasure from another body. It was time to step it up a gear.
A little whine of complaint emanated from the brunette when Amanda rolled off her, but that whine was quickly smothered by a kiss as Amanda encouraged Olivia to turn on her side so they lay face to face once more, Amanda's leg now hooked over the older woman's thigh.
"I wanted to be able to touch you," Amanda explained, hand sliding from Olivia's rib cage around to cup her breast, as if proving a point.
"Ok," Olivia breathed out, her own fingers now curling around Amanda's thigh and hoisting her leg a little higher. "You can touch me all you want."
Amanda grinned and kissed Olivia again. "Great, but if there's anything you don't like or don't want me to do, tell me."
"Of course, but I trust you not to cross any lines without us having a conversation first."
This was what it meant to be in a sexual relationship with two people whose profession revolved around crimes where consent was not given. Both Amanda and Olivia were hyper aware of the need to communicate clearly about what they wanted and what they didn't want when it came to sex. And both women had been in situations when their words had been ignored.
"Hey," Olivia said just as Amanda began to kiss her again.
"What?"
"I just … I feel I should acknowledge that I know this isn't just sex. For either of us," she added. "But I know that for you this will be the first time you've been with someone since … well, since Georgia."
"Liv, can we not think about him right now?" Amanda asked, tracing the woman's lips with the tip of her finger. "I don't want to think about him or what happened. Right now, all that matters to me is that you and I are together, we both want this and we're both happy to take the next step in our relationship. The past is the past and I don't want his actions to get in the way of what I have with you."
Olivia kissed the pads of Amanda's fingers which were lingering on her lips, a soft, gentle promise. "Ok," she murmured. "There's no one else here, it's just us."
That was all Amanda needed to hear and as she reconnected her mouth to Olivia's, those memories faded from her mind. Nothing else mattered. Her mind had no space to process anything other than what it felt like to be in the arms of the woman whose lips were now making their way down her neck, across her clavicle and towards her breasts.
"Fuck," she cried out as teeth grazed lightly over her small, tight nipples.
"Too much?" Olivia asked, looking up from Amanda's chest.
"No, they're just super sensitive," the blonde breathed out.
Without breaking eye contact, Olivia flickered her tongue over the puckered flesh, watching the woman above her shiver with pleasure. "Yes, I can see that. Can you come, just from …" Her fingers drifted to the other nipple, squeezing it gently and drawing a gasp from the blonde whose body was now all but vibrating with desire.
"Yes, I can," she admitted. "But to be honest, that's not where I want your fingers right now." In a pointed, and unnecessary, statement, she rocked her hips forwards, pressing her pubis bone lightly into Olivia's stomach.
The brunette chuckled and placed a soft kiss to the alabaster skin of Amanada's breast before shifting back up the bed slightly and fusing their lips together once more, just as her hand began to slide further south. At that point, a certain urgency took over their movements and Amanda's hands joined Olivia's fingers at the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. Within moments, the material was pushed downwards, kicked and shimmied off until it disappeared into the depths of the bed.
Olivia's fingers rested on Amanda's bare hip now, stroking gently up and down. The younger woman repositioned herself, swinging her leg back over Olivia's hip and opening herself up to the woman whose tongue was dancing with her own. And yet Olivia still hesitated. Amanda waited patiently. She didn't push; she knew this was a big step for both of them. In some ways, this was a bigger deal to the Georgian. This was the first time she was being intimate with someone since her rape. But she was able to compartmentalise that fact and focus solely on the woman before her. And she knew Olivia was also having to deal with Amanda's past as well as the change in their relationship status.
However, Olivia was less capable of separating out Amanda's past from her present. It wasn't that the blonde's experiences in any way affected how Olivia felt about the woman before her. She wasn't repulsed by Amanda's story. She was angry with her captain, of course, but she didn't blame Amanda. No, it wasn't so much the rape itself which was distracting Olivia but the fact that this, whatever they were about to do, was going to be the first time in months that Amanda was touched by someone to whom she had consented and by someone who cared deeply about her. There was a lot of pressure resting on Olivia's shoulder, therefore. Pressure she was willing to carry. Pressure she felt honoured to carry and to have been entrusted with. But pressure nonetheless. And she needed to get her head around that burden before she finally took that next step.
"I'm crazy about you, you know that, right?" Olivia murmured, fingers tensed on Amanda's hip bone.
A soft, dopey smile spread across Amanda's lips. "Yeah, I do. And I feel the same way. Plus, I've gotta say, I'm actually just going crazy knowing your fingers are so damn close to where I need them so, I guess, whenever you're ready."
Olivia laughed, feeling the tension which had been hovering on the edges of her brain melt away. She drummed her fingers several times against the curve of the woman's hip before sliding her fingers around until she felt the neat, coarse patch of public hair. Amanda's eyes fluttered closed as she let out a sigh of relief. Olivia kissed her gently as she drew small circles through the woman's curls inching slowly downwards.
"Liv, please," Amanda breathed into their kiss, her body trembling with need.
Never one to deny her lover, Olivia shifted her fingertips lower, moving to the apex of Amanda's legs where she felt the warm dampness radiating into her hand. She cupped the blonde lightly, curling her fingertips to rest against the wetness which had already flooded Amanda's sex.
"Oh my God, you feel amazing," Olivia groaned, the heat from the woman's core reminding her of how much both of them wanted this. Whatever happened in either of their pasts, this moment was about them; about how they felt towards each other. Nothing more.
"Liv, I need you," Amanda all but whined, her fingers now clawing against Olivia's back. "Please, touch me."
And Olivia obliged. She dragged her fingers slowly through Amanda's folds, feeling the slick skin beneath her pads. Using her middle finger, she continued her journey, finding and circling the tight little bundle of nerves hidden at the top of the woman's core. The moment she connected with it, Amanda's body bucked into the contact. Olivia smirked and did it again, feeling the imprint of ten fingernails on her back. And she didn't care a bit. In fact, she would wear those marks with pride.
Her fingers slid backwards, the movement easy through Amanda's wet core. She used the pads of three fingers to circle and massage the woman's entrance, pressing lightly but not penetrating, before returning to her clit, this time drawing a cry of delight from the blonde. Olivia's own cunt clenched at the sound. It wasn't only Amanda who was turned on.
She set up a slow, steady rhythm across Amanda's hooded clit, wanting to make sure the woman was as wet as possible before they went further. Yet again, the knowledge that the last time Amanda was penetrated, another person's body had caused her pain, made Olivia determined that this time, the experience was going to be nothing but pleasurable, with Amanda's wants and desires at the centre of everything.
"You like that?" Olivia asked, fingers still rubbing tight little circles over the woman's clit, the pressure slowly increasing.
"Fuck, yeah," Amanda gasped, her hips moving forwards and trapping Olivia's hand between their bodies, increasing the pressure to her nerves. "Can't you tell?"
Olivia laughed and pressed a little harder, curling her fingers as she did so. "I sure can. You're very turned on."
"You've turned me on every day since I came to New York. My body feels like it's on fire. And if you don't make me come soon, Liv, I may actually die."
The melodramatic claim was delivered with such intensity, that Olivia almost believed her. And even if it wasn't true, she had to admit she had been waiting weeks to find out what the woman looked like as she orgasmed.
"Well, I wouldn't want you to die, would I?" Olivia said seriously, kissing Amanda softly. "Let me see what I can do about that."
She used her body weight to roll Amanda over onto her back, fingers still pressed against her core. And then she began shuffling her way down the bed, shimmying her body between Amanda's parted legs.
"Oh god, yes," Amanda exclaimed as she felt Olivia pepper a trail of kisses down her stomach.
The loss of Olivia's fingers didn't raise any complaints because moments later the woman's lips pressed against her inner thigh and Amanda thought she may have died and gone to heaven. Not because of how it felt, although the sensation of hot lips at the juncture where her thigh met her centre did feel incredible. But because of what she could see as she looked down her body. Between her spread legs, looking up at her with those large doe eyes, was her girlfriend. Her Olivia. The woman smiled at her with such tenderness, such warmth, such heart, that Amanda felt her body tingle all over. And then her body was tingling for an entirely different reason as a hot mouth enveloped her sex.
"Oh, Liv," she cried out, fingers fisting in the sheets in a vain attempt to ground herself.
But all hope was lost when Olivia's lips began to suckle lightly on her clit. And the hope of retaining any sense of self control was entirely obliterated as Olivia's tongue found Amanda's nerve bundle and began to twist and swirl around it, a relentless, delicious stimulation which, Amanda knew, would bring her to her peak in seconds.
Normally, she'd be embarrassed by how quickly her body came but frankly she was unashamed. Her cries echoed off the walls of her bedroom, her stomach taut as she felt the waves of pleasure crash over her. Olivia's wide eyes looked surprised at the speed of the woman's orgasm but she was unrelenting in her movement. And Amanda was grateful for that because while her first release came after months of built up tension, she knew it wasn't enough.
"Don't stop," she breathed out, fingers now laced through Olivia's hair. "Don't stop."
Olivia shook her head minutely, although never once allowing her mouth to separate from the woman's core. She continued to drive her tongue across Amanda's clit, the mix of her own saliva and the blonde's juices now filling her mouth. She had barely had time to register the intoxicating taste of the woman, sweet and salty and utterly delicious. She alternated her tongue's lashing with the occasional suck, keeping the pressure light as she worried the woman's clit between her lips.
After the initial crest, it took a little longer to build Amanda back to her peak but Olivia was more than up for the challenge, wanting desperately to feel and see Amanda coming against her mouth again. And again. In fact, Olivia briefly thought that she wanted to see Amanda's pleasure, stimulated by her own lips, every day for the rest of her life. But she pushed that massive thought out of her mind and focused on the job in hand.
As Olivia's tongue sped up, the hot, slippery muscle pressing ever more insistently against Amanda's clit, the blonde could feel her second orgasm building to its peak inside her.
"Liv, I'm close," she moaned, wanting to give the woman some warning this time.
Olivia looked up the lithe body above her and reached up to tangle their fingers together. She felt Amanda gripping her own fingers, their connection rooting them, grounding them, reminding them.
Her tongue sped up, feeling the body below her clenching and twitching as the pleasure began to crest. Amanda cried out, squeezed Olivia's fingers almost painfully tightly as she arched from the bed, pressing her cunt against Olivia's mouth as the woman willingly gave her whatever she needed to ride out the waves of her orgasm. Amanda rocked against her, unashamed in her quest to elongate the bliss her body was experiencing.
Only when Amanda's body slumped backwards, her chest heaving and her fingers now slack between Olivia's, did the older woman stop her ministrations. She placed a final kiss to Amanda's clit, not wanting to overstimulate her, and made her way back up the bed, realising as she did so that she was still wearing her pyjama bottoms. She discarded them before sliding herself against the spent woman's side, this time taking the opportunity to curl her own leg up and over Amanda's thighs as the woman lay, panting, on her back.
"So," Olivia said quietly, dropping several kisses to the blonde's jutting collarbone. "Was it worth the wait?"
A/N: This took longer than I thought to write. Next chapter will also be NSFW - it's Olivia's turn. Any complaints about that? Thank you to the reviewer who reminded me that I'd woven some of Amanda's experiences in Georgia into the story early on. While this doesn't come to light until Season 16, I wanted to include it in her subconscious and consider how it would inform her relationships and how she'd choose to disclose to Olivia … and then promptly forgot I'd written about it. So thank you for reminding me!