"Hey babe?"
"Hmm?"
"Uh, not to be that person but don't you think you should maybe change?"
"Change? For wh—" Olivia looked up at Amanda's knitted brows and her spectacular state of dress, then it dawned on her that tonight was supposed to be date night. And Olivia was currently lounged on the couch, in black leggings, an NYPD sweat shirt, staring into space with a book in her lap. Not exactly date night ready and the annoyance was written all over her fiancée's face. "It's date night. I remember."
"It doesn't look like you remember."
"Ok, maybe I forgot for like a second but I remember now."
"I've only been talking about it all week…" Amanda couldn't keep the snark out of her tone.
Olivia sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose, "I've kind of had a few other things on my mind. Oh, I don't know, things like my partner being transferred to a rehab facility. If he's ever going to be a cop again. Being grilled by the brass, having my entire jacket reviewed before I can become an active Sergeant. Sorry I forgot about 'date night' for five freakin' minutes. Jesus."
"You know what? Just forget it," Amanda started removing her jewelry right there in the living room, tossing it on the table with a loud thud.
"Amanda, come on—"
"No, no it's fine. God forbid I want to do something just for us, to get our minds off of all the awful shit that's happened but silly me, right? I forgot the great Detective Benson just can't turn it off. She cares so much more than the rest of us…"
"That's so unfair."
"Yeah? Well, so is this. I feel like you've been punishing yourself ever since everything went down at La Dama. And me by proxy…" she whispered the last part.
Olivia looked at her fiancée incredulously, "Don't go there, Amanda."
"Why not? Because it's true?"
"Back off," the brunette stood from the couch abruptly, headed to the bedroom to get away from this conversation.
The stern warning would normally make the other detective back down but she ignored the yellow light and kept going, following Liv into the bedroom. "I hate everything that Amaro is going through but we still have to live our lives. You need to know, making yourself miserable isn't going to change what happened—"
"I said back the fuck off, Amanda!" Olivia's voice bellowed throughout the apartment, as she slammed her book down onto the nightstand with force.
The uncharacteristic outburst took both women by surprise but it really startled the southerner, "Wow. Feel better?"
"I'm so—"
"Don't. Get it all out of your system. Here," Amanda tossed another book from the shelf to Olivia. "Chuck it. You're going to drive yourself crazy keeping everything bottled up inside of you. You won't talk to me or Huang. I don't know how to help you. But if throwing shit and yelling at me helps, then hey, fucking go for it."
Olivia looked down at the book, rotating it in her hand. Her fiancée was spot on with everything but she didn't want to lash out at the other detective. She just wanted all of the guilt and inadequacy to dissipate from within. The senior detective blamed herself for not recognizing Mrs. Lawrence the first night at La Dama. If she would've recognized her, then maybe Julie would still be alive and Nick wouldn't be in a facility contemplating if he'll ever be able to be a cop again.
Amaro performed the ultimate act of bravery when he jumped in between an assailant with a knife and Amanda. The stab wound he sustained, went deep and nicked his kidney in the process. The male detective had been in extensive surgery to try and repair the kidney but ended up losing it altogether. Infection set in after surgery and he fell into a coma. One can live without a kidney but the infection and coma became the most serious concern. After his extensive hospital stay, he was transferred to a rehab facility just until his body was fully recovered from the ordeal. Olivia sat vigil by his side everyday while he was admitted, the only reason why she wasn't at the rehab facility was because there weren't any visitors allowed, except on the weekends.
Amanda had been a practical saint. So understanding, supportive and just there for Olivia while she went through. However, it had been a month and some form of normalcy was needed. Everything was stagnant. They hadn't found a place to move in together yet. Olivia kept delaying her meetings with brass to move up. There'd been no talk of their future nuptials. And they hadn't been intimate since the night of their engagement. They were literally stuck in a rut. That's why Amanda had been the one to plan the much-needed date night, hoping it would get things back on track. Olivia peeled her eyes away from the book, tossed it aside, then locked eyes with her woman. Without warning, she closed the distance between them and crashed her mouth against Amanda's. There wasn't anything sweet or chaste about the kiss. It was pure lust mixed with something else Amanda wasn't quite used to from her usually, gentle and tender partner.
After lungs were begging for air, the blonde broke away from the kiss, "Woah. Where'd that co—"
"Shhhh," Olivia placed her index finger on the other woman's lips. "I don't want to talk…" Dark eyes locked with blue ones, hopefully conveying what she did want.
Amanda definitely understood what was happening but she wanted to hear her say it anyway. "I can see that. What do you want?"
"I think you know."
"Say it."
Olivia gripped slender hips and brought their bodies flush together. Not an inch between them, only heat. Slipping a hand into golden hair, she reclaimed her fiancée's lips. All tongue, cascading, massaging and making what she desired more than anything known. However, she'd been asked to verbalize it and she wanted to oblige in the most arousing way possible. Smooth as silk, Olivia simultaneously bit down on Amanda's earlobe gently, while taking her hand and placing it securely between her legs. "I want you to fuck me."
The aroused bathed sigh that escaped Amanda's mouth, was exactly the reaction Olivia hoped for. A salacious smirk graced her lips. Without any warning, the blonde pushed the other detective firmly against the wall and dropped down to her knees right there. She made quick work of removing Liv's leggings and underwear, then lifted one leg onto her right shoulder. With one last glance up, Amanda licked her lips then dove in, head first.
Amanda clocked in, like she was at a nine to five. They don't call it a job for nothing and she was willing to go well above and beyond the call of duty. Pleasing the woman of her dreams was one of her all-time favorite things. She loved the sounds Olivia would make. The velvety heat that coated her tongue. The sexiest thighs ever, wrapping around her neck. Or when she was doing a particularly good job and an uncharacteristic expletive, "Fuuuuucckkkk…" like that, would flow freely from her favorite set of lips, well maybe second favorite set...
The southerner was in a trance as she lavished and licked her way through plush folds, which had Olivia knocking her fists against the wall behind her. It was something about their particular positioning that was really doing it for Amanda. Even though she was on her knees, there was a certain power that she felt emanating from within. On her knees in front of the brunette goddess, felt like a privilege. She was savoring every drop before she wrapped her lips around the throbbing bundle of nerves, suckling and driving her fiancée wild in the process.
"Mmmm, so good baby," panted Olivia while she gripped Amanda's head with both hands, keeping her right where she wanted. The brunette rolled her hips forward and upward, maximizing her pleasure to the fullest. A muffled groan fell from the hardworking mouth, vibrating against sensitive flesh. "Oh my, fuck do that again." Always eager to please, Amanda happily obliged, moaning directly into Liv's dripping sex as she lapped up every delicious drop. The sounds coming from above were like music to her ears. Amanda got so caught up in the passion of it all, that she missed Olivia's warning of her incoming climax and soon found herself saturated in the essence of completion.
"S-sorry, I-I tried to warn—" Olivia was on cloud nine, out of breath, panting and stumbling all over her words.
"Don't you dare apologize. That was fucking amazing. Drench me anytime. Come here…" Amanda pulled Liv down to straddle her lap on the floor.
"I can't feel my legs right now."
"It's ok. I've got you, baby."
Once settled, Olivia kissed her fiancée thoroughly, tasting every drop of her hard work on soft lips. Slow, sensuous, deep, tongue kissing went on for a small forever. Lazy hands roamed each other's bodies. Not frantic, just caressing and appreciating every curve on supple skin. Olivia's touches and wandering hands became more direct and purposeful. She removed Amanda's fitted, low-cut blouse, followed by the midnight blue bra. When she traveled even further south, her partner stopped those frisky hands. Liv's knitted brows asked the question for her.
"What? I haven't even fulfilled your request yet," explained the blonde.
"You haven't? I feel pretty fulfilled…"
"Oh baby, I'm just getting started with you. Plus, you're still wearing too many clothes." The face Olivia made, mixed with her hesitation, happened so quickly that if Amanda weren't right in her face, she would've missed it. "Hey," her voice so soft and full of concern. "What was that?"
Liv contemplated on how much of the truth she wanted to share but with those sincere, worried, blue eyes locked onto her, complete honesty was the only option. "I, uh—I don't exactly look like, like you do naked…" the eye contact was entirely too much. So, she made herself busy by staring at her fiancée's, half nude, lithe body.
"Duh, my rack is absolutely tragic and yours..." Amanda reached her hands out to said body parts, being stopped by her partner.
"I'm serious, Amanda. I'm nine years older than you and—"
"So."
"Sooo," began Liv with expressive brown eyes. "My body looks it and I get kind of," gesticulating hands soon joined the party, searching for words. "I don't know. I guess I get kind of self-conscious about it and my body. Especially, when you look like you could be a freaking cover model for a health magazine or something."
Amanda suppressed the eyeroll that she desperately wanted to throw her woman's way, because she knew how hard that must've been to admit aloud. Olivia was an absolute goddess to Amanda and nearly everyone else who came in contact with her but apparently, even freakin' Wonder Woman, goddesses, struggled with self-esteem sometimes. The junior detective thought about her words and actions carefully, as she let her eyes roam up and down her favorite canvass.
"Liv, I really don't have the words to describe how beautiful you are. Seriously, like there aren't good enough words to describe your beauty. Then, the cherry on top, you're just as beautiful inside too. You're an absolute gem. And you only get better," kiss. "And better," another kiss. "And better." One last quick peck before she gave her the 'trust me' look. After wordlessly communicating, Amanda removed the NYPD sweatshirt and Nike sports bra, leaving Olivia completely naked before her. She didn't speak right away, because she couldn't. Almost two years in and Olivia still took her breath away. "So beautiful. I love your body, every inch of it. And if you forget again, I'll make it my job to remind you every damn time."
Olivia's heart wanted to burst at the reassuring words from her fiancée. It was everything she needed to hear, from her favorite person. She was about to speak, when she saw the blonde shaking her head, 'no' with a salacious look on her face.
"I can see the glossiness in your eyes. We have a rule about that…" Amanda made a clicking tsk sound times three, while shaking her head.
Olivia let out a much-needed laugh while quickly swiping at her eyes, before she shot back a quip. "Technically, we're not in bed. So, tsk-tsk yourself."
"I'd rather do something else to you. Come 'ere," Amanda pulled the brunette in by the legs, until they were on either side of her hip. "Comfortable?"
"Very."
"Good. Now, I want you to keep your eyes on me. Because I want you to see how much I'm going to enjoy watching your beautiful body, while I touch every inch of it."
And with that last declaration, the blonde was done with words. It was time for action and she sprang into it with a searing kiss. Hopefully conveying every ounce of passion and love in her body. The kisses quickly turned into just open mouthed, tongue smacks. The blonde's mouth traveled down along her fiancée's perfect jawline, coming to a pulse point behind her ear. Suckling and nibbling every piece of skin along the way. She flattened her tongue and licked the length of the brunette's neck, back up into another hungry kiss. There needed to be another word for turned on because the southerner was well beyond that. Amanda took her left hand and pulled Liv gently by the hair away from the kiss, so they could lock eyes.
"I want you so bad."
"You have me. I'm all yours…" Olivia took her partner's right hand and brought it to her mouth. Eyes still locked, the brunette made a show of wrapping her plush lips around the first three digits. Bringing them deeply into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head up and down, while thoroughly coating and sucking each one.
"Goddamn," Amanda moved her fingers in and out of the hot mouth, giving a preview of what was to come down below soon. After one last pump, she extracted those same fingers and swirled around and through drenched folds. "Mmmm, you're dripping for me…"
"Mmhmm, always for you."
"Mmmm, fuck."
"Inside now," demanded Olivia, desire completely overtaking her.
Amanda didn't waste another minute, as two fingers easily slipped into wet heat. Both moaned at the contact, as their mouths met yet again. All tongue, swirling and teasing the other, while fingers pushed in and out simultaneously. The delicious sounds of their togetherness filled the room. Amanda broke away from their tongue dueling, to take in the sight before her. Olivia's nude body was on full display, leaning back on her elbows, sexily body rolling her hips into deep thrusts. The visual was truly something to behold and Amanda had never seen anything so erotic. She was so mesmerized by the show, that it had temporarily rendered her deaf, seemingly.
"Amanda, m-more—" panted the brunette to no response. "Mmmph, fuuu—fingers, more." Nothing. "Manda!" That finally made her snap out of it. Once back focused, she added a third finger, filling her partner completely. "Ahhh, yes. Just like that." Now back on track, it was back to business. A light sheen clung to Olivia's body as she continued to grind her way towards a second climax. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling, "Ohhhh my g—"
"Look at me baby," drawled the southerner in her sexy bedroom voice. "Look at me." It was a struggle to comply due to the intense pleasure coursing through Olivia's body. But when she was able, she looked into deep, blue eyes, filled with passion and love. "Now, look at us…" She nodded her head south, towards their audible connectedness below. "Soooo fuckin' hot."
"Yessss, don't stop." The mixture of the fingers stroking deep inside her, "Ohhh." Amanda's hungry gaze, "So." Their intense eye contact, "Close. Amannnnnda," Olivia's orgasm hit with such intensity that she collapsed backwards on the floor. Amanda maneuvered from underneath long legs, so that she could lie beside her, utterly spent as well. Wild, dark eyes were glued to the ceiling fan, as her chest rose and fell in a steadying rhythm. Every part of her body was tingling with electric aftershocks. After some time had passed and their breathing returned to normal, the blonde cut through the silence.
"You, ok?"
"Perfect."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Amanda's delivery of the on-time quip was also perfect.
Instead of refuting, like she normally would. Olivia reached over and linked their fingers, bringing them to her heart. "I love you."
"I love you."
"Best date night ever?"
"Best fuckin' date night ever."
Thanks for reading. Happy New Year! So, I'm thinking two more chapters and maybe an epilogue. Thoughts?