Their connection had been almost immediate. From the very first time she got in the car with him she'd felt comfortable. He had a constant crease between his eyes and his face was usually rather grim looking but she didn't let that fool her. She'd learnt by now not to judge a book by its cover. And he had shown her his gentle inside very early on. He'd even told her so. The man that did not express his feelings with words that often had told her he'd felt at ease with her at get go and he'd been able to relax around her which was very important to him. Yes the man liked to relax that was another truth. Committed to his job but the man took every chance he got to relax. Or chill as he would call it.
Another truth was that he was darn funny. He could brighten up even the worst day. When you were working the third child abuse case in just a few days or struck out with the fifth witness he could get you going again. And she'd returned the favor once he needed it. They completed each other good. And it wasn't just the fact that Olivia gave her the cold shoulder for the first couple of months, Amanda had a feeling she would still have ended up with Fin even if Olivia had been a little bit… warmer to the rookies. No Fin was her man. They were a good team. Fin having no immediate family around just like her meant they spent a lot of time at or around work. So they saw a lot of each other, learnt a lot about each other in just a few months.
He'd set her up once with a friend of his. They'd worked a couple of months together, that whole gambling ordeal was dealt with and it had led them to open up more to each other even if they rarely got into deep and meaningful conversation. Neither of them was that deep and meaningful so to speak. He suddenly decided she needed to get some and he had a decent guy in mind. 'Just decent?' she'd questioned his choice of words. 'He's good in the sack okay? And that's what you need right now Rollins' he'd said and she hadn't taken offence because she had been complaining. Not about getting some, she was a southern girl after all, she still had good manners even though around cops it was sometimes hard to preserve. No she'd mentioned the dating scene was rough in New York. Too many to choose from she figured. And she wanted to get to know a guy before she jumped in the sack with him which wasn't always what the guy wanted. She wanted to know if she could trust him before she did the deed.
Part of the trust issues may have something to do with that one-night-stand she'd accidentally fallen in to a few weeks pre the Fin's friend hook-up. She could usually hold her liquor but this particular night she'd got a little too much in her system and she'd found herself making out with a guy in the bathroom, later on following him home. She hadn't hooked up since she got to New York, and not for the last months in Atlanta so she was coming up on a year's drought. She read magazines about women who couldn't go weeks or a month without it and it made her feel a bit embarrassed it had been so long since she last. Maybe it was the drought combined with the liquor that made her go for a night one stand even though she usually wasn't that kind of girl. Not that it was wrong or anything it was just that with her trust issues and all it wasn't something that came natural for her. And she should've stuck to what she knew was best for her.
As it was starting to get heated in his bed she'd noticed a red light blinking on his desk and thankfully managed to sober up enough to focus her eyes. When she realized what it was she flew out of bed and covered herself. He had the web camera on his computer on. She had of course made sure that computer never worked again and threaten to arrest him after she'd flashed him her badge. She probably should have arrested him but she'd felt too embarrassed to do so. But it had left her feeling exposed and, well, used. A feeling she never wanted to experience again after Atlanta. She'd told Fin without going into that much details, just mentioned she'd busted him taking photos but it had been enough to get Fin furious, wanting the guys address. Of course she hadn't given it to him knowing he could kill the guy if he got his hands on him. He'd do anything for those he cared about.
Anyway that's partly how she'd found herself in bed with a friend of Fin's. His name was Ricky and he made her dinner at his place and she hadn't minded that it was all set up for sex afterwards. Since Ricky was a friend of Fin's she trusted him to be a good guy and Fin hadn't been wrong, he was good in bed and it had been over a year for her so she was in need of getting some sexual frustration out of her system. Ricky later told Fin that Amanda was amazing in bed and that he wouldn't mind hooking up with her again. Amanda had never gotten that compliment before, not that anyone had ever told her she was bad either but that amazing? She had to admit she was flattered. And Fin had seemed annoyed and curious at the same time.
And it's about here their two stories part ways. If you'd ask Amanda she'd have a clear picture of what happen. Okay maybe not completely clear, liquor had after all been involved. She really should be thinking about giving up hard liquor because she saw a pattern here. Liquor got her in trouble. But this was trouble she really enjoyed so maybe liquor wasn't that bad after all. Well Fin's version would differ from hers but even though he were the one more sober of the two she still claimed he painted the picture to his favor cause he wanted to play the good guy. This of course always made him say:
"Do I really look like I want to be the good guy, common look at me. I'm the thug. I'm the man," and that usually got her laughing because he'd make these gestures every time they got in that argument and when he got to that line about being a thug she could never hold a straight face and he knew it. He continued to claim that he was, yes curious, but never would have acted on anything if she hadn't gone home with him that night and started to talk about tricks and all. She claimed he set it up even before that Friday night. But it didn't really matter who was right because what happen wasn't a bad thing for either of them.
Two weeks had gone by since she hooked up with Ricky and Fin knew that they had made another date that following Friday. For some reason it seemed to bother him and Amanda tried to approach him about it but with their subtle way of communicating of course she got nothing out of him and didn't feel like pushing. So Friday came and even though Fin knew she was hooking up with him he insisted that she'd tag along to TGIF at their local pub. He'd lured the whole gang to come, even Cragen came and sat there with his nonalcoholic beverage for quite some time actually. And it had been really fun to Fin's credit. Though she still maintain he had a mission and that was to get her in the sack himself. She based that on the numerous drinks he bought her that night. Not that he wasn't generous but he seemed to be a little extra generous this evening. And then there was the fact that he was the instigator to a tequila race she found herself in with Nick. He still claims it was her battle but Fin had been the one that told Olivia his partner could beat hers and then when Nick had asked "Are you a chicken?" of course she couldn't back down.
So a beer or two, a few drinks and a tequila race later Amanda had missed her date with Fin's friend Ricky and for some odd reason the sound of her phone had been turned off so she'd missed his calls during the night. When she talked to Ricky a couple of days later though he told her that he'd texted with Fin and he'd told him she was on her way. To which of course Fin could say "Well you where, weren't you?" and it had been her intention. But instead she'd found herself in Fin's apartment after the party at the pub had died down. She'd been a bit unsteady on her feet and Fin had suggested she'd crash at his place. Something that had happen before so it wasn't such a big deal. His place were nearby, hers wasn't. He had a comfy pull-out, she was in need of lying down. He'd been there with a glass of water as she got out of the bathroom having freshened up a bit. She'd gotten her hair up in a bun, splashed some water on her face. She still had that nice buzz in her head, still felt very lose in her joints and as her feet didn't really touch the ground. She didn't think she'd have such a bad hung-over in the morning but that morning run would probably not be such a good idea.
Since neither of them was that sleepy they ended up in the living room. Fin put some music on. Music was still an issue they hadn't settled on. Fin was totally into rap and talked about the beat and the rhythm. She really had no preference. She listen mostly to singer songwriters, nice melodies with a meaningful lyric. And she loved to dance, not that she was known to splash her stuff around on any dancefloors, it was mostly a private thing. Whenever she'd be in the kitchen for a longer time she'd put her pod on and move around as she cooked. If there was a really good tune she'd break out in free dancing, trying to avoid the windows so no neighbor would see her but sometimes she didn't even care if they did. The dancing would overtake her. Usually it was when a Lady Gaga or a good Rihanna mix came on.
"Who's this?" she asked as she stood by his wall, back to him, checking out the albums by his large music system.
"Nas," he told her as he checked her out from his spot on the couch. He could see a slight swing in her hip as she followed the beat.
"Nah who?" she spun her head around and he saw her body sway a bit as she did. She seemed unaware of it though. When she refilled her glass of water she'd found a straw in his kitchen that she now was chewing on. This lady and her straws he thought to himself.
"Nas," he told her again with a little more pronouncement. She turned back towards the wall. The swing in her hip picked up a bit.
"I like it," she said.
"I thought you would. A son of Crown Heights," he added and she spun around completely. This time managing to stay balanced.
"Brooklyn," she said quickly with a wide smile and pointed at him with her finger. He nodded.
"You're learning," he said. He knew she was still finding her way around town. It had been six months but it was a big city with lots of boroughs and neighborhoods with domestic names and nicknames. For an outsider he understood it could be hard and with the time they spent at work it wasn't time to explore much on your own. They'd spend time in the car though as they drove to different crimes scenes naming streets and boroughs so she'd learn quicker. She picked up on things easily. She was bright.
She made her way over to the window. He followed her with his eyes. He already knew she had rhythm in her and he saw it now as she walked over to the window with the right rhythm in her feet and hips. The alcohol made her loosen up, let go of some of that armor she walked around with during the day. She was tough, he'd seen her tackle men double her size. She was over by the window now, humming along to the song as good as she could. He was on the top floor, the moonlight catching her form by the window. He'd only turned on a few lamps which gave the room only accent lightning. He told her it was to spare her eyes but he knew it also made the room just a little bit more romantic. And with the right track on the stereo he'd set the room up. Now all he had to do was make his move.
She was wearing a loose fitting white blouse with a quarter of an arm. The sleeves fell down to her elbows as she was holding on to the glass with both hands. The moonlight made him see where her body ended underneath the blouse. It was tucked into a pair of black jeans. Slim fitted which she knew suited her toned legs and made Fin happy cause he could now watch her perfectly shaped behind. She'd slid out of her black boots earlier. She'd been wearing the boots with that extra inch to the heel. She'd been dressed for Ricky, Fin knew it. He could read her fairly well by now. She was probably wearing a nice matching set of underwear underneath. Probably something white seeing how it wouldn't shine through the white blouse. Probably some lace to it, in a silky fabric he guessed.
"What?" she asked and brought him back to the present. She'd caught him looking at her as she'd swung around and found his eyes down by her midsection.
"Are you sorry you missed your date with Ricky?" he asked and pronounced his friends name with some candid spite to it.
"What's your problem dude?" she slurred a bit and came over to the couch. She put her knees up first and sat down backwards on the other side of the couch.
"You were the one who set me up with him in the first place. You shouldn't have a problem with it," she smiled not in a state where she could take much offense even if she wanted. She wasn't a violent drunk, had never been. Didn't get an anger problem with alcohol in her system. Didn't get overly emotionally either. No public outbursts of tears and mush. No, alcohol had the right effect on her. It simply made her feel happy and able to let loose a little.
"I don't," he simply said and tilted his head a bit so he could get a better look at her. With the legs folded underneath her this way she got a nice arch to her back. And with that straw still stuck to her lip she looked somewhat seductive. Not that she was aware of it. He thought that made her even more charming. She was totally unaware of her own beauty and her effect on men. She was naïve that way. But as long as she held her own, as long as she wasn't trampled on and as far as Fin knew she wasn't. She could take care of herself.
"No?" she asked with raised eyebrows. He shook his head slightly and just held her eyes until she finally looked away. She shrugged her shoulders and had a look around the room as she sipped some water through the straw. She liked his place. She felt at home there. But she knew it was mostly him that made her feel at home there. He was the best. The best partner she ever had and the best friend. She looked back at him, finding him still looking at her. He had an intense stare. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. All with a smile on her face of course.
"So tell me about you and Ricky," he said and got a confused look from her.
"You want me to tell you about Ricky? He's your friend," she chuckled and reached to put the now empty glass down on the table behind her. She almost lost her balance but managed to get back up. She kept the straw and put it back in her mouth as she sat back up. She looked back over at him and shook her head at him. She put her hands up on the ridge of the couch and drummed it a bit to the beat of the music.
"Some say I look a bit like Ricky," Fin said and got her attention again. She held on to the couch and leaned back a bit to watch him from another angle.
"Nah I don't see it," she smiled as she sat back up.
"No?" he smiled. She shook her head.
"He's got darker skin, maybe that's what playing tricks on me," she said and grabbed a hold of the straw with one hand and played with it.
"What tricks did he play on you?" he asked and she immediately looked at him with wide eyes.
"I'm not telling you that," she chuckled.
"Why not?" he smiled and reached out for her. She giggled and slapped his arm. She lost a hold of her straw and it fell down. She tried to find it on the couch but Fin had seen it go down on the floor. As she was looking for it he placed his hand on her thigh. She didn't seem to notice.
"Why do you wanna know? Like you need to learn some tricks?" she said as she gave up looking for the straw and sat back up. She over pronounced 'you'. "You and all your lady friends," she smirked at him. She knew of his hookups. She knew he was getting some whenever he wanted to.
"Maybe I wanna know what tricks works on you?" he said and as soon as his words registered she looked at him through the corner of her eye. She looked a bit shocked. She looked away for a while, said nothing. Then she looked down on his hand on her thigh. He just sat there, anticipating her next move. Wondered when she would catch on. She looked from his hand to looking straight at him.
"Are you hitting on me?" she asked. Face with a tiny smile, eyes with some cheekiness to them, voice with a bit of pondering to it.
"What if I was?" he asked and stroked her thigh a bit. She lost the smile as she bit down on her lip and she got a thinking line between her brows. Her face soon broke out in a big smile though and she shook her head at him thinking it was all a big joke. But as her eyes landed on him again he nodded slowly and her smile withered quickly.
"But we're partners," she whispered suddenly feeling very sober. Maybe a bit too sober.
"So? It doesn't have to change," he told her. She raised her eyebrow at him.
"We're great as partners. Why not see if we're great at something else," he kept his usual calm. She looked down on his hand on her thigh again. She couldn't believe this was happening. She suddenly felt the buzz again. Or was it something else? She felt warm. She'd never ever thought this could happen. She'd never thought of Fin as anything else than a partner and a friend. Mostly cause she had a 'don't date cops' rule. Something a female instructor at the police academy told her and she'd stuck by it. Sure she'd seen couples work it out within the force but mostly it ended in disaster. Rumors spread. Mostly about the women of course. But she loved Fin. And suddenly it didn't feel wrong at all. Well maybe a little but there was another feeling there too. Something that felt like... arousal? His hand moved slowly up and down her thigh. His touch felt... good. She looked up at him wishing she could feel as cool as he looked. She opened her mouth to say something but she wasn't sure how to put it. She took a breath and tried again.
"So things wouldn't have to change even if we..." she couldn't say it out loud. He shook his head slowly. He gave her a second to think about it. He could tell she needed some time. But he didn't want her to overthink it so after a while he squeezed her thigh a bit. When she looked up at him he gestured with his head that she should get closer. She swallowed hard. She felt lightheaded, her heart was pounding hard. She felt afraid. Afraid that she was messing up something great, but at the same time she felt a desire she hadn't felt before. She wanted him. All of him. She was hoping this was just something caused by the alcohol but she couldn't deny that something was happening inside her. Excitement. Desire. Mixed in with fear that was oddly exciting too. She felt very conflicted.
He could see the doubt in her eyes. The fear. But he knew this was right. He wanted her. All of her. And he would never pursue this if he didn't believe it could be something good for her too. He never wanted to hurt her.
"Get over here," he said with that cool and calm voice of his when she didn't react to his head gesture. Slowly she got up on her knees and slowly, very slowly moved just a single step sideways to him. His hand fell down on the couch and he watched her as she kept coming closer little by little. There was something truly sensual over the shyness in her movement and the contradiction playing over her face. She came so close her leg touched his. He gestured one more time with his head telling her he wanted her to get all the way over there. She lifted her knee up and then moved sideways over him, putting her knee down on the other side of him. He placed his hands on the outside of her thighs as she slowly sat down on top of him. She could hardly breathe as she found herself sitting on his lap. He could feel the tension in her body and looked at her intensely.
"You can stop this at any time," he told her slowly, needed to make sure she got that.
"At any time. Okay?" he repeated and she nodded just slightly but that was all he needed her to do. He had her eyes caged with his own but now his eyes went down her body. He looked at her lips, the perfect curve of her thin upper lip. He tilted his head and looked down her jawbone, down over her neck until he reached the top button of her blouse. His eyes went down over her chest that was moving up and down with every deep breath she took. His eyes were making her flustered. His hands moved up the outside of her thighs, up over her hips and up to her slim waist. His eyes wandered further down over her stomach and down to where their bodies met. Slowly he let his eyes wander back upwards as his hands went down again taking a slight detour over her behind. As his eyes came back up to her face again her cheeks had a gotten a deeper shade of red to them. Her lips parted slightly as she felt the need of more oxygen.
"Let your hair out," he said calmly. Her fingers moved nervously where they laid on her calves. It took a while but then she managed to get function back in her arms and she slowly removed the elastic band from her hair. Her hair fell down in a few heavy curls on her back and then she let her hands fall down to her sides again. She couldn't remember when she was this nervous last. She felt like she was back on her very first date but at the same time it was conflicting with the very grown up feelings going through her body right now.
"Unbutton your blouse," he said just as calmly. 'So this was how he was playing it' she thought. He thought he could dominate her. That he made all the rules.
"Unbutton your blouse," he repeated as he saw the defiance in her eyes. 'Okay maybe just this time then' she thought and moved her hands up again. She tried to keep her hands steady as she worked the top button. When she got it open she moved to the next one. She felt his one hand go up her thigh and started rubbing her hip as his eyes were glued on the button she was working on. She got on to the third one and by the fourth she was down by her waist.
"That's enough," he said when she got it open and her hands fell down on her thighs. He moved his hand up and touched the soft fabric of her blouse. He used his finger to slide it more open and he had been right. She was wearing a white laced bra in a shiny material. He let his thumb run along the lace over her breast. He felt her shiver slightly under his touch and he stopped and looked up at her.
"You can stop it at any time," he reassured her and held her eye for a second to make sure she wasn't bailing out. His eyes went back down to her bra and he ran his fingers slowly over her breast. He cupped her breast and moved his thumb in circles over her nipple until he felt it harden under his touch. A deep sigh slipped out between her lips. He moved his hand down so his palm laid flat against her ribs. She felt warm under his hand. Her skin just as soft as he'd imagined. He slowly removed his hand and placed it back on the outside of her thigh. He slowly got his back of the couch and leaned in to her. She held her breath as his mouth moved in to her chest and as his lips came down just over that little cavity below her throat she let her breath go in a sultry sigh. His lips worked their way up over her collarbone as his hands moved back until he cupped her behind. She found it hard to breath and she gasped for air with her mouth open. She grabbed a hold of his tee and worked her way up until both her hands where by his chest. She planted her hands there. He was heavy built but he had muscles and she felt them underneath his tee.
His hands came up over her lower back and she felt his fingers dig into her. His mouth came up to her ear and she leaned into him as his lips explored the sensitive skin behind her ear. She felt herself shiver with excitement. His tongue taste her skin and then his lips were suddenly gone. Without knowing it she had closed her eyes but now she got them open again. His face was right in front of hers. Only inches away. His eyes were so intense. She licked her lips nervously as her eyes went from his eyes to his mouth and then back to his eyes again. She could see in his eyes exactly what he wanted from her and it both made her breathless and so very turned on. His hands moved down to her behind again and she felt his fingers dig in to it. He closed the distance between them very slowly. She managed to take a breath right before his lips came down on hers and she closed her eyes again the moment they did. His facial hair tickled her skin as he came even closer.
He tasted her lower lip, moved to her upper lip and then she felt his lips part. She felt the tip of his tongue run over the inside of her upper lip. She felt his warm breath against her own as she parted her lips wider. He moved in harder, pushed his tongue into her mouth. He tasted so good and she grabbed a hold of his tee as her tongue played around his inside her mouth. She felt like squealing as he harshly grabbed a hold around her buttocks and pushed her into him. She could feel his erection. As their tongues circled each other's she felt him move outwards on the couch. Her arms came up around his neck as she felt him plant his feet on the ground and about to take off from the couch. Smoothly he got them both up of the couch. She folded her legs to each side of him and clung on as he started to move. She knew where he was taking her and they couldn't get there fast enough.
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Who knew I had such a wicked mind?! I'm blushing here but there's more to come. I want to establish their romance before we can get to the drama so be warn - there's more smut to come. That is if you want me to keep writing...