Rated M.

"Chief Charles Patton. Amanda's mentor and more. Nice to meet you." He takes Olivia's hand with a devious smirk on his face. Turned it over, about to kiss it before Amanda snatched it away.

"Don't you dare! Touch her again, and I swear to God I'm going to—"

"Alright, we're done here," interjected Olivia. Stopping whatever threat was going to come out of the blonde's mouth. She didn't want things to get completely out of hand, especially considering where they were. She led the pissed off detective away from the escalating situation.

"See you soon, Amanda," drawled Chief Patton. Unfazed by the outburst and even more sure of himself. He was happy to see that he could still rattle his former employee.

Needless to say, the night had taken an unpredicted turn, for the worse. Olivia had no idea what the hell was going on, nor the history between the two. However, it was clear that something just wasn't right with Chief Patton. The ladies would have to address that later because there was still much more schmoozing left to do. Before they could even try to do a quick check-in with the other, they were bombarded with more 'adoration'.

"Detective Benson? Hi, I'm Adriel Roper with The Ledger."

Great.

"Could I get a quick moment of your time? I have a few questions…" asked the female reporter.

Olivia groaned internally but didn't let it show, "Sure." She gave her partner a sympathetic look, accompanied with a silent apology, before walking off with the reporter.

Amanda looked on as Liv was whisked away, by the eager woman. The blonde had gone from an incredible high, to an unimaginable low. And it was all Charles Patton's fucking fault. Everything was his fault. What the hell is he doing here? That's the only thing that the detective could focus on. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, just thinking about him, in any capacity. I've got to get out of here. Without a second thought, the blonde left One Police Plaza. It was the biggest night of her career but she couldn't stay and deal with the demons form her past. Which, apparently seemed to be a part of her future. Amanda escaped, while Olivia was still in the crosshairs of an anxious interviewer.

"This is a tremendous honor and I feel very fortunate to be in this position, especially given the circumstances."

"Wow, I can't even begin to imagine the horror you went through. One last question, Detective Benson."

Thank goodness.

"My research shows that you and Detective Amanda Rollins didn't really know each other, or get on that well, before going undercover for the Lawrence case."

Olivia smiled at the distant memory of her and Amanda's rocky start. Sessions with Huang. HairGate 2012. And everything in between flooded her memory. "Yes, I would say that's fairly accurate but it's not a question."

The young reporter was relieved, the detective had a sense of humor and didn't take offense to her statement. "I'm getting to it, Detective," smiled Adriel. She chose her words for the next question very carefully. "You two, spent months living together as a couple and survived a catastrophic assault. I'm sure things have shifted between you since then, which leads me to my final question. How would you describe you and Detective Rollins' relationship now?"

The brunette felt the blush rising in her cheeks but made it her business to keep her face neutral. The reporter's question, flustered her. She didn't want to lie but she couldn't just come out and say, 'I would describe me and Detective Rollins' relationship as one I value above everything else. I love every single thing about her' either. Olivia took so long to respond. The reporter wasn't sure she'd heard her.

"Detective Benson?"

The detective was still trying to think of what to say, completely ignoring Adriel. After figuring out a delicate balance between the truth and what was appropriate to share, she responded. "Yes, it's fair to say there's been a shift in our relationship. What we went through, is indescribable. It changed us. She's my closest friend and someone who I trust with my life."

"Sounds like something beautiful blossomed for two incredible women, despite all of the turmoil endured." Adriel's kind assessment took the brunette by surprise. The way she said it, so sure and unwavering, truly touched Olivia. "Thank you for your time, Detective Benson and congratulations again."

"No, thank you. Favorite interview of the night, hands down," Olivia extended her hand out to the flattered reporter.

"The feeling is mutual. Go, enjoy the rest of your big night. You deserve it," charmed Adriel.

There was something so achingly familiar and comforting about the sweet sting of whiskey. The way it would roughly cascade down the throat. Settling in the pit of the belly with a fiery sensation. Or the way it made everything automatically ok, if only for a moment. Because in that moment, the feeling of peace that passes all understanding, was priceless. And a free moment, without thoughts of Patton and all of the other treacherous bullshit attached, was just what Amanda needed.

"Brooke, another please. Neat, this time." Just as the blonde ordered her second drink, Olivia's faced popped up on her screen, as it rang. Shit. She totally forgot to text, when she abruptly left the ceremony. The detective drained her glass before answering. "Hello?"

"Hey, I've been looking all over for you. Someone said you'd left but that can't be right. Nope, because you would've let me know, if you were leaving without me…"

Amanda could hear the snark, poorly disguised as sarcasm, in her partner's voice. Shit. The last thing she wanted was to upset Olivia. She needed her, more than the drink being placed in front of her. "I had to get out of there immediately. Seeing him threw me. I couldn't be there for another second but I should've texted you. I was pissed and totally forgot."

"It's fine. I understand. I know we planned on spending the night together celebrating but if you need some time to be alo—"

"No. I don't want to be alone. I want to be with you…"

Olivia was relieved. After their career changing night, Amanda was the only person she wanted to be with also. "That's good to hear because I want to be with you too. Where are you?"

Uhhhh. Even though she knew Liv wouldn't judge her. It still made her feel some type of way, for heading straight to her new favorite bar for comfort. Instead of trying to find a better way to cope. Whatever. She had been caught off guard and went with her first mind. I'll do better next time."I'mat Mission Last Call…" She waited to see what kind of response she would receive from her partner.

Without missing a beat, "I'm on my way." Click.

Amanda looked at her phone, incredulously. God, I love her. She'd expected some sort of disappointment or judgment from her. However, it seemed as if Olivia was only interested in her well-being. And that meant everything to the distressed woman. How she got so lucky, who knew? What she did know was, she wasn't going to let fucking Patton ruin her and Olivia's big night. All of her bottled-up hate and disdain, for that man, would still be there tomorrow. Twenty minutes later, Olivia strode through the doors of the bar. Looking like she owned the place, spotting Amanda immediately.

"Hey, you ok?" The brunette embraced her partner. "I was worried."

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Glad you're here."

Olivia finally released the other woman, to look at her. "Me too."

"Come on, sit down and have a drink with me," charmed Amanda. "Brooke?"

Her favorite bartender and sounding board, responded almost instantly. "Another round?" She was busy wiping down the bar and making drinks, that she hadn't even noticed Olivia's presence.

"Actually, Liv needs her first round…" The detective made sure to put emphasis on her partner's name, so Brooke would know they were no longer alone. After all, Brooke had listened to all of Rollins' ramblings about the other woman. It was high time they'd met, face to face.

"Oh! I didn't know you were comi—" the enthusiastic bartender stopped herself from babbling, by clearing her throat. "Nice to meet you, Olivia. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Br—"

"Brooke," the brunette finished the name. "Nice to put a face with the voice."

She smiled before responding, "Likewise. What can I get you to drink?"

"Uh, whatever she's having," Liv pointed towards Amanda.

"Coming right up." The overly invested woman mouthed, 'OMG so hot' to the blonde. While giving her an eager nod of approval, as she went about preparing Olivia's beverage.

Amanda laughed at her antics and teased, "I think Brooke may be happier to see you than me."

Olivia brushed off the teasing. More concerned about her woman's well-being. "You sure you're ok?"

"Not really but I will be."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Nope."

"Ok…"

"Here you go, Olivia. This one's on me," smiled Brooke.

"Thank you."

"Anytime."

When the bartender was out of earshot, Amanda addressed the woman beside her. "You know, I can't tell whether she's fangirling or flirting?"

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Anyways." She was desperate to change the subject. "Whenever you do want to talk," Liv made sure their eyes were locked, before resuming. "Just know I'm here to listen, babe." She took the blonde's hand and kissed it.

How is she even real?

"In the meantime, is there anything I can do to help?"

Yes. Amanda slid her stool closer to Olivia's, leaving very little room between them. Once settled, she gently traced the rim of her glass, in a slow, deliberate way. A visual exploration accompanied her movements, as she took in every inch of the masterpiece beside her. The blonde's voice dropped an octave lower before answering.

"Yeah, there is something you can do… Finish your drink. Take me home. Take off all of my clothes," Olivia's heart rate picked up, when the conversation took an unexpected but very welcomed turn. She hung on to every word, that fell from her favorite set of lips. "Take off all of your clothes. Lay me down. Then make me forget everything. Everything, except your name. That's all I want to remember. So, I can scream it all night long…"

Without warning or concern about their surroundings, Amanda claimed Olivia's lips. The unsuspecting woman, had to grip the bar top for support, nearly losing her balance. After quickly adjusting, the detective allowed herself to get lost in the kiss. The kiss was pure lust, nothing soft or sweet about it. It was borderline obscene. Amanda pulled away first, opening her eyes to one of her favorite sights. Olivia's eyes were still closed, lips still puckered. The blonde was more than satisfied with herself.

"Brooke, we're out of here." Amanda didn't even have to look over, to know that the young bartender, had witnessed the entire scene. Satisfying her even more.

"O-oh, ok. Y-yeah, uhm have a good night…" I'm sure you will.

Thirty minutes later, the ladies were mid-strip in Amanda's apartment. Clothes flew, frantic hands searched for skin and tongues collided. Pure and unadulterated lust. A different side to their intimacy. Not gentle and explorative, like previous times. To be honest, the blonde had been apprehensive to express this particular side of herself. The restless, uninhibited side. However, her apprehensions faded when Olivia seemed like she was reading her mind.

"I love you like this," panted Olivia in between open-mouthed kisses.

"Hmmm. Easy?"

The brunette smiled against her partner's lips, shaking her head no. "Free. Unrestricted. It's hot."

"Oh, yeah?"

"So hot. Now, no more talking." Olivia gently shoved the blonde onto the center of the bed. "I was given some very specific instructions. And I plan on following them, word for word..."

Liv removed her remaining garments. Standing au natural before her partner. Amanda's mouth went dry. A true goddess was all hers and it was still difficult to believe, at times. "Wow how—"

"No. Talking." The seductress, moved her focus onto Amanda. Stripping away her last articles of clothing, as earlier instructed. Now, it was Olivia's turn to be amazed. She let her eyes gaze, up and down her partner's body. Never mumbling a word. Just appreciating the sight. The visual assault had Amanda on the verge of begging for it but she had been warned. No. Talking. She was willing to obey but her need to be touched, was slowly outweighing her will to comply. Before the blonde could break the rules, Olivia had more instructions of her own, for Amanda to follow.

"Get on your knees."

Oh my god.

"Now, turn away from me. Grab the headboard. Both hands." Liv noticed the way Amanda's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Trust me."

I do.

"Good."

Amanda's heart was beating so hard, she could hear it in her ears. She had no idea what was coming next but she desperately wanted whatever Olivia was about to give. Her body slightly trembled at the expectancy. Her body was burning, from deep within. The blonde wasn't sure how much more she could take and they hadn't even started yet. The anticipation was becoming almost too much to bear. Just before curiosity got the best of her, Olivia let her intentions be known. Sliding upward on her back, until she got directly beneath her intended target.

"Sit."

Oh my god. "You sur—"

"No. Talking." Olivia had only one instruction left to complete and she wasn't going to be derailed. "Sit."

Amanda felt the command on her most sensitive and needy flesh. Even if she was a bit apprehensive, her body totally missed the memo, because her response was automatic. Her body was on autopilot, as she willingly obliged. Her sex coming into direct contact with an eager mouth and tongue.

"Ahhhhhh."

The brunette's senses and mouth were met and filled with dripping arousal. She eagerly lapped up, every drop. Her tongue went to work, sliding through plush folds, enjoying every pleasure filled moan coming from above. Amanda gripped the headboard even tighter, when Olivia's lips wrapped around her throbbing clit. Her body sunk further into the welcoming sensation, grinding, rotating back and forth. While maximizing her own pleasure, she had unknowingly released something in the woman underneath her. A muffled groan fell from Liv's mouth, as she grabbed onto slender hips, pulling them even closer to her face.

"Ohhh, Liv."

Make me forget. The room felt like it was spinning. Everything that was bothering the blonde before, was slowly fading away. One lick, at a time. The only thing on Amanda's mind was Olivia's tongue. Yes. Not Patton. Yes. Not what he was doing in New York. Yes. Just Olivia. Yes. And her wicked. Yes. Magical. Yes. Mouth.

"Olivia!"

The brunette knew that was a warning cry. However, she was not going to stop until her task was complete. A new surge of desire coursed through her body. She could feel how close to completion Amanda was. The tone in her moans changed. The color in her face changed. The velocity in which she rode her face changed. It was desperate. Release was needed.

"Liv," Amanda was gripping the headboard so tightly that her knuckles were white. "Oh my—Liiiivvvvv…" Amanda's body trembled when she let go. A piercing shriek, bounced off the four walls, when a powerful orgasm ripped through her soul. Her body slumped against the headboard. She was spent. Completely overwhelmed as the electric aftershocks, jolted through her veins. Totally overwhelmed. Then abruptly, pleasure filled cries, quickly turned into gut-wrenching, heartbreaking cries.

Olivia's heart dropped at the sudden turn of events. Fright took over as she rushed to see what had transpired, so suddenly. She maneuvered her way from underneath her partner with haste. The brunette was in full panic mode. She didn't know whether or not she should touch the other woman. Amanda's soul-crushing sobs made the choice for her. Olivia gently pulled Amanda away from the headboard, into her arms.

"Shhhh, it's ok. It's ok. I'm sorry. I've got you, I've got you…

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