"Hold on! Just hold on. The bus is on its way."
"Liv—"
"Shh, don't talk. Just breathe. Look at me. Stay with me and breathe."
Seven hours earlier…
"You nervous?"
"Uhh yeah, a little. What about you?"
"Nah. Just ready for this entire thing to be over and done with."
"Living with me really that terrible, huh?" joked Olivia. She had been walking on eggshells with her partner ever since their heated conversation two weeks prior. Emotions were running high that day and she'd suggested they end their partnership once the op was over. The decision was made prematurely because it's not what she wanted, at all but felt might be their only option moving forward. Nick had barely said a word to her since and things were uncomfortable to say the least. Her desire was to have everything resolved between herself, her partner and her fiancée, so that she could have both of them in her life.
Amaro smiled but it didn't reach his sad eyes. "Not at all. It's been easier with you than any other woman I've ever lived with." He cleared his throat and took a breath before continuing. "Think I just need a little time. You know, put some things into perspective."
Olivia nodded. "Yeah. Maybe after some time and things calm down a bit, we can go back to just being us again? Partners. Having each other's backs."
He raised a brow at that, "Yeah?"
"Yeah. That's if you'll still have me."
"Always," he responded immediately. "After we bring down the damas, I'm going to take a leave of absence—"
"Nick, you don't need to—"
"Yes, I do. I need time, Liv…" Amaro made eye contact with his partner, hopefully conveying all the things he just couldn't say aloud.
Olivia met his saddened, sincere gaze with one of her own. "I hear you. I'll be waiting on you."
She had no idea how much that meant to him. He really valued their partnership and knowing she'd had a change of heart about moving on, was everything. "Good. Now, let's prepare for tonight."
"Right. How do you want to play it?"
A shy smirk spread across his handsome face. "You got her pretty hot and riled up last time. I don't know if she's going to want to waste any time getting you to bed."
A crimson blush crept upon the brunette's pretty face. Her thoughts drifting back to their last encounter with the woman they were discussing. "Well, we need to keep her cool long enough to produce the documents. Soon as she does, we say the safe word, Fin and D'Antoni will bust in for the arrest. Rollins and Wright will take down the other women at La Dama."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Ah, speaking of the devil," Olivia held her phone up to the other detective, when her phone dinged with a text. "This is weird. Julie wants us to meet her at the club. Wonder why the sudden change? She was adamant about being in our space, with us dominating her here. I don't like it."
Amaro pondered on that question for a beat. "Maybe she wants to use that god forsaken bondage thing at the club."
"Good lord. I forgot about that thing…" Olivia shook her head. Nick eyed his partner with furrowed brows after that uncharacteristic expression and she noticed the look. "What?"
He shrugged, "Nothing. It's just your girl is rubbing off on you. 'Good lord' has Rollins written all over it."
A quiet chuckle fell from her lips, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Some of her little southernisms are kind of catchy. Don't tell her I said that," she added quickly, still chuckling. Liv paused for a second, as her mind drifted off to her fiancée. She was bursting with joy, their recent engagement still fresh on her brain, along with their engagement night dalliances.
Engagement Night…
"Fuck, don't stop!" Amanda panted, her body slick with sweat and edging toward climax. Unlike her request, everything did stop. Just as she was about to protest, she felt herself being flipped over on her toned stomach. She felt her fiancée's nipples brush against her back, sending goosebumps down her spine. Just before she was about to beg for it, the sexiest voice imaginable purred in her left ear.
"I'm not done with you yet. Up, all fours," commanded a harnessed Olivia. This was a first for them, normally Amanda would don the harness on the seldom times they'd use one but both were feeling adventurous on this particular night. Two firm hands guided Amanda's hips north, head south. A pleasant surprise met the southerner when she felt Olivia's mouth and tongue gliding through her drenched core. The brunette took her time and savored every minute as she licked and sucked her way through slick folds, "Mmmm."
The vibrations from that moan, along with the expert tongue gymnastics sent shockwaves through the blonde's body. "Ahhh baby, that feels so good. I'm so close, don't stop." After that declaration, just like before, Olivia stopped everything she was doing. "Nooo, what the hell?" The brunette didn't answer with words. Instead, she steadied herself behind Amanda, gripped her hips and slowly eased eight inches into dripping heat, "Ohhhh, fuck."
After assuring her partner was comfortable and ready, she started to move. A few deep strokes began their steady rhythm. Bodies connecting as one, while the pleasure mounted. Feeling more confident with each stroke, Liv rolled her hips forward and upward. Followed by another deep body roll, another and another and another. A delicious friction was mounting between them, hitting Olivia in all of the right places. Her orgasm was building quickly but she had a job to complete before she gave over to it. With her right hand she reached around to find Amanda's throbbing bundle of nerves, while her hips never stopped their deep grinding. Hands and hips were in sync, as she glided and grinded them to the brink.
"Ohhhhlivia! I'm gonna—"
"Right behind you, baby. Let go for me," And let go, she did. The room was soon filled with sighs and cries of ecstasy and expletives, as the lovers rode out the wave of their climax. Olivia's slicken body collapsed on top of Amanda's back. After just lying there for a moment, the brunette slowly pulled out and discarded the harness onto the floor. Their breathing was still audible as both rolled onto their backs, eyes fixated on the nothingness of the ceiling.
"Holy fuck," panted Amanda.
"You can say that again."
"Holy fuck." Olivia laughed aloud before the blonde piped up again. "Ok, I officially take back every pillow princess joke I've ever made. Because goddamn woman! That thing you did with your hips…like how? You have zero rhythm."
"Hey!" Liv playfully swatted at the other woman's belly.
"Seriously though. Most guys just like pound me out in that position or whatever but you? What you just did? That was different. Good lord."
"Ok, I'm implementing rule number two in bed (no tears, climax or otherwise, being the golden rule number one) no talk of other people pounding you out, ever."
It was Amanda's turn to laugh but she quickly agreed, "Deal. All rules and jokes aside, that was amazing," she leaned over to place a lingering kiss on her favorite set of lips that was covered in her essence. "You're amazing and I can't wait to marry you."
"I can't wait to marry you either, pillow princess."
"Oh honey, after that? I'll be your pillow princess any day of the goddamn week."
Present day…
"Liv?"
Nick's voice snapped her back into reality. Olivia shook off the oh so distracting, sex-fueled daydreaming. When the detectives locked eyes again, she contemplated sharing her big engagement news with him but something stopped her. Maybe later, I need him focused now. "Come on, let's get ready. Julie wants us to meet her there in an hour."
Across town at La Dama, Rollins and Wright sat inside of the audio surveillance van. It was the former's first-time back shadowing Amaro and Benson since she stormed out of said van weeks ago. She didn't anticipate a repeat of that happening again, given the fact that the undercover detectives would be at their condo and her ears would be free of hearing her fiancée's seductive alter ego, Grace. Well, she thought that until she saw Olivia and Nick walk into La Dama's front doors.
"What the hell?" Rollins mumbled to no one in particular.
"What are they doing here?" inquired Wright.
"I have no idea. Let me try to contact them." The southerner pulled out her cell and shot her partner a text. "Hey, everything ok? We thought you guys were meeting Julie at the condo." No response. This elevated Amanda's anxiety as she and Wright heard action on the other end of the listening device.
Inside La Dama…
"Grace, Manuel, come on in," greeted Julie. "Have a seat. Sorry about the last-minute change of plans."
"No worries. We're flexible," the brunette tried to keep the uneasiness out of her tone.
"Good to know. I wanted to get the business out of the way so we can get to the pleasure…"
The detectives shared a subtle look, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Their months of hard undercover work was about to pay off and they were about to bring down the crooked club and its predatory women. After two snaps, a vaguely familiar looking woman walked in with a manilla envelope in her hands.
"Thank you, Kris." Julie said. The other woman nodded in response, avoiding eye contact with the detectives. Grace squinted trying to place the face. "She played a big part in helping me with you guys' paperwork. Moved her entire schedule around to be here today."
"Is that so?" Grace asked as she continued to stare at the familiar looking woman.
"It is."
"Well, how about we pop a bottle of bubbly after we get the boring paperwork out of the way? Join us for a drink?"
Kris looked to Julie before answering. "Sure. I'll find some flukes."
Outside in the surveillance van…
"So, we just chill and listen until one of them says the safe word? Then we bust in and bust those horny, freaky ass, nympho-cougars?" Inquired Wright, in such a colorful manner.
Amanda let out a guttural laugh from deep within. In the midst of her laughter, she heard a name she didn't ever want to hear uttered again. Everything stopped abruptly. "Lawrence?! Did she just say Lawrence?!" Panic quickly filled her gut and she went into autopilot. Before Wright could respond or stop her, the detective was out of the van, gun drawn, rushing into La Dama.
"Rollins! Where are you going?! They didn't say the safe word!" Wright bellowed.
When Amanda got to the front entrance, people were rushing out of the front door nearly trampling her along the way. It was pure chaos. Then the unmistakable sound of two gunshots came from the back room. Rollins felt her heart drop, as the fear of what she would find on the other side of the door nearly suffocated her. Taking one last steadying breath, she entered the room, gun first.
"Police! Drop your gun!"
"Ahhh, Detective Amanda Rollins. Just who I've been waiting for," said Kris. Her gun pointed directly at Olivia's head, steel to skin. Amaro was passed out on the floor beside them. Amanda had to physically force herself not to look at Olivia. If she caught a glimpse of her favorite, set of brown eyes that she loved so much, she'd fall apart. And it definitely wasn't time for that. No. She blocked everything else out, tunneled vision, completely focused. Getting Olivia out of there alive and in one piece was her one and only objective.
"Well, here I am. Let's just talk, huh? And we don't need our guns to talk, do we?"
"You can put yours down, think I'll keep mine right here," she pressed the end of the gun into Olivia's flesh even harder.
"Take it easy!" Amanda moved closer as she kept her gun aimed at Kris. "I'm sure we can work something out. Talk to me, tell me what you want."
The woman let out a maniacal laugh, that seemed eerily familiar. "Not ringing a bell is it, Detective Rollins? I'll give you a clue. I'm the youngest widow in my grief group, thanks to you…"
All of the blood felt like it drained from Rollins' body. After the revelation dawned on her, her eyes immediately found Olivia's and what she feared would happen, happened. Those big, beautiful, brown eyes filled with fear, locked with hers, silently pleading. All logic went out of the window and she wasn't a cop anymore. She was just a woman, madly in love, terrified that something she did was about to cost her everything. With emotion leading over logic, the detective dropped her gun and addressed the revenge seeking widow with both hands raised in surrender.
"Mrs. Lawrence, I—"
"Don't you dare tell me you're sorry! Because I know, I know. He told me what you did to him before he died. Matter of fact, how about I refresh your memory?" Kris then addressed Olivia, "Open your mouth."
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
Three simultaneous 'no's' filled the room. Julie jumped up from the couch where she'd been seated. "Kris, what the fuck is going on?!"
"I'll tell you what the fuck is going on. These two," she pointed her gun back and forth between the female detectives. "Are the fucking dyke cops who killed my husband. I couldn't believe my eyes when this one waltzed in here with her Latin beard on their first night at La Dama. Her hair is much longer than it was then but I recognized her immediately. She was working so hard trying to seduce you, that she didn't even recognize who me. After Raquel sent me to get you, I made myself scarce and put my plan in motion. And now here we are…"
"Wait a minute, back up. Grace is—is a cop?" Julie was truly dumbfounded.
"Yep."
The blonde bombshell shook her head in disbelief. "No, no. I don't care whatever the hell this is, I just want it out of La Dama."
"This doesn't concern you, Julie! Just sit down and shut up—"
"This does concern me! This is my club! And I won't have you—" Bang.
Kris shot Julie dead between those piercing, smoldering, emerald eyes. Without missing a beat, the cold-blooded killer refocused her attention onto the brunette. "I said, open your fucking mouth!"
"Wait! Please, no! Take me. I'm the one who killed Lawrence, it was me. Not her. It should be me. Please, take me," Amanda pleaded her case.
"Amanda, no!" exclaimed Olivia.
"Both of you, shut the fuck up! None of us are leaving out of here alive. I'm going to give you the same fate you gave to my husband, while your dyke lover watches."
After that statement, Kris produced a four-inch blade from her back pocket and moved closer to Amanda while she still had her gun aimed at Olivia's head. People always say that your life flashes before your eyes when it's about to end but that wasn't necessarily accurate for Amanda. Her entire life didn't flash before her eyes. Only the memories with Olivia, flooded her mind. Their first meeting in the SVU squad room, HairGate2012, first kiss, swimming at the gym, first I love you, nude art expos, Knicks/Hawks game at the Garden and their most special moment, the night they got engaged. With one last look at her everything, blue eyes filled with unshed tears for a future they'd never get to have together. Amanda closed her eyes, as she awaited her dire fate.
Time seemed to slow down as Kris closed the remaining distance between them. She drew her arm back and right before she plunged the blade deep into Amanda's gut, Amaro sprung from the ground and knocked her out of the way, sending her body flying across the room. The blade pierced deep into his abdomen as Kris twisted the knife before realizing the wrong person was on the pointy end. While distracted by the commotion, Olivia grabbed Kris' hand holding the gun as a struggle began for control of the weapon. The latter won the fight and backhanded the brunette with the butt of the gun. Kris stood above the detective and cocked the gun about to shoot, when two shots hit her directly in the chest. Olivia's eyes followed the sound to see Amanda on the ground holding her smoking gun, arm trembling, eyes widened.
"Arrgghh!" Amaro's pain riddled wail snapped both women out of their trance.
"Oh my god, Nick! Nick, can you hear me? Amanda call a bus!" Olivia grasped his hand then applied pressure to his stomach with her other, as blood rapidly gushed from his abdomen. "Hold on! Just hold on. The bus is on its way."
"Liv—"
"Shh, don't talk. Just breathe. Look at me. Stay with me and breathe."
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