It seems as though Manhattan has hit a lucky streak by somehow managing to muster up two warm spring days in a row; there hasn't been a drop of rain, or even a cloud in the sky. The sun is shining down so brightly, that everything has a golden glaze – and even the normally raunchy New York City air smells fresh. Amanda, Olivia, and Frannie plan to take full advantage of this weather, and are currently packing up Amanda's truck full of hiking gear, snacks, and supplies to spend the day at Harriman State Park, located just 30 miles north of the city.
Stubborn as usual, Amanda insists on packing the truck full of their supplies, and insists on her now fiancé to relax in the front seat.
"See, Liv? Told you I'm a gentleman."
"No offense, babe, but if you were a gentleman, I wouldn't be here," Olivia teases back, settling herself into the front passenger's side seat. "Or would have asked you to marry me."
"Eeee!" the blonde squeals, as she lugs a cooler into the back bed, "I still can't believe it!"
Olivia is clad in a pair of black, full-length yoga pants, a green Nike tank top, and a pair of matching Nike sneakers. Her hair is tied tightly in a big bun, which highlights the necklace from Maddie quite nicely – especially in the sunshine. Amanda is looking fresh in a brand-new hiking outfit that Olivia has recently bought her; she is clad in a pair of ankle-length Adidas workout pants, with a colorful short-sleeved Adidas top, and a neon-yellow pair of Adidas sneakers. Her hair is let down for the drive, but she already knows that she won't be able to hike with a full head of hair, so she plans to put it up when they get to the park.
"I still can't believe you actually said yes," Olivia reflects with a chuckle, eyes lingering up toward the sky. As the couple drives off, she continues, "the Amanda Rollins I first met seven years ago would have burst into flames if someone even mentioned the word 'marriage.'"
"People can change, Liv," Amanda states with a wink. "I've never been in love with someone like I am with you."
Olivia responds by reaching over the divider between the two front seats to grab her fiancés hand. Amanda smiles, and looks over to find her fiancé's brown eyes staring right back into hers. "I love you, babe," Amanda states. "I love you too, 'Manda," Olivia replies, as she squeezes the blonde's hand a little tighter.
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"Ooooh! Turn this up! Turn this up! I love this song!" Olivia squeals from the passenger's seat, nearly startling her fiancé, and their dog, to death. The two women are about fifteen minutes away from their destination, and have spent a majority of their time in the car together engaging in deep, serious talks – talks about life, death, ghosts, aliens, sexism, racism, heteronormativty, and more. Amanda knows she feels this way, but Olivia can't help but thank her lucky stars that she fell in love with someone who she can just talk to - about everything – even the hard stuff – for hours on end.
Amanda lightens the mood by peeling her sunglassess off of her face to give the brunette an eye-roll. Of course, however, she does as Olivia asks, even if they were just in the middle of an earth-shattering conversation about the way most people seem to contact their loved ones, somehow, right before they die. Both women have had extensive experience in watching people pass away, and it has only strengthened their faith in some type of afterlife. The song "After the Storm" by one of Olivia and Amanda's favorite bands, Mumford and Sons, is playing on Sirius XM's "Coffeehouse" station.
"Sorry, babe; sorry, Frannie" Olivia laughs, "I can't help it when it comes to Mumford."
But there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears,
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears…
Instead of a response, Amanda sings along to the lyrics.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair…
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Olivia, Amanda, and Frannie have just hiked about 5 miles, up and down both dangerous and breathtaking cliffs, and the three of them are utterly exhausted. Frannie makes the decision for the group when she just gives up, and plops right down in the middle of the hiking trail. Luckily, there aren't any other people around to become irritated by their sudden stop.
"I'm with Frannie," Olivia states tiredly. "Can we find somewhere to rest?"
The two women and their loving, yet exhausted canine companion don't even need to walk more than 500 feet before finding a completely empty and flat field, covered in sunshine and littered with beautiful weeds. The three of them immediately seek refuge in a shaded area. They drink and lap heaps of water before they all lay down in the grass.
"Damn, 'Manda, if there's any hope for this marriage, I need to get in better shape," Olivia heaves.
"Babe, you are are, trust me. You couldn't have done what you did to me last night if you were out of shape," Amanda replies with a chuckle and a wink.
Olivia's gaze is averted though, because she's fixed on the pile of flowers alongside Amanda's head. She can't help but notice how absolutely stunning her fiancé looks, especially in the golden rays, which illuminate her already piercing blue eyes. Olivia bends over the blonde to pluck a few light purple wildflowers, which provides the opportunity for Amanda to check out the lieutenant's glowing body.
"Here," Olivia smiles, as she tucks the plants beneath Amanda's hair and behind her ears, "beautiful flowers for the most beautiful woman."
Amanda is internally giddy, and outwardly smiling, but can't help teasing the brunette. "Wow, talk about cheesy, Liv."
Smiling, and ignoring Amanda's taunting, Olivia sings, "with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair..."
Instead of replying, Amanda sits up and leans over to kiss her sweaty, and glowing lover. Both women immediately become turned on at this interaction, and Amanda makes sure to peek at Frannie to make sure she is safe before things heat up; luckily, the pup is slumbering peacefully. Olivia knocks the flowers off of Amanda's head by pulling her hair tightly; the two women now gasping into each other's mouths and touching each other's hips at the speed of light.
"You know," Olivia states breathlessly, "normally I wouldn't do this but...it's a special occasion."
Amanda smiles. "That's right, Liv, now let's get these sweaty clothes off."
Amanda pulls the brunette's sticky shirt above her head, and her cobalt eyes light up when she is greeted with the sight of Olivia's chest, wet with beads of sweat. "Mmm," she sighs audibly, "I like you wet." Amanda can't wait any longer; she pulls the sports bra above Olivia's head and nearly rips off her yoga pants. "I love your body, Liv."
"I love yours too," Olivia replies, as she rips off Amanda's clothing with the same amount of urgency.
Olivia is laying fully naked in the grass as Amanda sits atop her hips, grinding her own wetness into her fiancé's pelvis. She leans down to kiss Olivia passionately, swirling their tongues around in a circular motion, in pure bliss. She leans next to Olivia's head to tug on her ear with her mouth – a secret trick to send Olivia over the edge.
"Amanda," Olivia begs, completely out of breath, "please fuck me. Please fuck me right now."
Amanda does as she is told. She teasingly trails a thumb down the brunette's sweaty body, and collects the puddle of wetness from between Olivia's legs before she gently shoves two fingers inside. The lieutenant is moaning loudly as Amanda pumps into her; it only takes a few short minutes and a few swipes of Olivia's clit for her to come hard.
After Olivia catches her breath, she tosses her fiancé off her and puts them into Amanda's favorite position: Olivia sitting upright with her legs spread, as Amanda sits on her lap, both of them facing the same direction. Olivia gives her index and middle finger a quick lick before placing them inside of the blonde, who reacts instanteously. The lieutenant uses her free hand to cup both of Amanda's breasts, pinching each nipple with just the right intensity. It only takes a few minutes for Amanda to come, too, but when she does, she is so loud that she wakes Frannie.
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After the two women have settled down and have clothes on again, Amanda pours more water for Frannie, who, she is selfishly hoping will go back to sleep. She never wants this day to end.
"I really can't believe how much I love you, Olivia Benson."
"'Manda, Olivia pants, still somewhat breathless, "the more I have of you...the more I grow to love you."
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A/N: thank you all for bearing with this sweet Rolivia fluff! I promise I will be getting back to "Do you get a gay vibe from me?" – I haven't given up on it. I also have in mind a collection of stories that follow the 7 deadly sins, all Rolivia of course.