Here is the final chapter of 'Wish I Knew You' , hope you guys enjoyed it as much I know my friend enjoyed writing it.
And as always, we do not own the rights to Law & Order SVU
"Mommy we read more books?"
"Mommy!"
Olivia's eyes snap to her son, realizing that he'd been calling her. "I'm sorry, baby boy. You want me to read another one to you?"
"Yes pees, mama. I get boos coos?" The young boy was straddling his mother's lap, tiny fingers playing with the soft strands of her hair. She craved these moments, never getting enough of her young boy.
"Yes baby, just one more, then you need to sleep.. It's already past your bedtime." She smiles, tickling his sides.
"Tank you!" He giggles, wiggling out of her tickle attack.
As soon as he's out of the room, she sighs. She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up about the younger detective. She should have known that she'd flake….again.
She resists the urge to cry, knowing her son would pick up on her sadness.
He comes running out moments later, two books in clutch. "Mommy I get two jus' in case, otay?" He looks at her seriously, "I not know which one you like so I pick dis many. We just read bof, otay?"
She can't help but smile widely, knowing what he's trying to do. "Oh yea?"
He nods thoughtfully, climbing back into her lap, "I know dees your fav'rit." Which means they're his favorite. Then again, he's said that about the three other books she'd just read to him.
"Okay sweet boy."
She opens the first book, ready to read to her son, but she knows tonight won't be as goofy as usual. But, like always; for her son, she puts on a strong suit and starts their nightly mystery… again.
….
She knew Olivia would be upset. Confused, hurt, angry.. You name it. She'd let the older woman down again. Although she was on her way to her boss's apartment, she was many, many hours late, and didn't expect a warm welcome when she got there.
Hopefully, she thought, the older woman would let her explain why she didn't show up to storytime.
She doesn't want to buzz, not knowing if Olivia would let her in, so she waits outside, hoping someone would come or go. To her luck, a take out boy shows up only 10 minutes into her wait, buzzing in. She opens the door for him, smiling when he thanks her, then moves swiftly towards the stairwell.
She doesn't need to think this time, she just wants to get to Olivia. She hurries up the stairs, slightly regretting foregoing her morning runs for the past few days. She feels the burn in her thighs by the time she reaches the 7th floor, but keeps going nonetheless.
She reaches Olivia's door, slightly out of breath.
She inhales, then knocks lightly on Olivia's door. It's the longest 20 seconds of her life.
The door swings open, Olivia clad in her sleep shirt and yoga pants, hair tousled, glasses perched on her nose. She looks utterly irresistible.
She doesn't say anything, doesn't move to let the blonde in. Just stands there, one hand behind the door, the other against the door frame. An eyebrow is arched, as if expecting the younger woman to dive into whatever excuse she'd brought with her.
"I was at a meeting."
There, baby step.
Olivia's eyes soften, but almost barely noticeable. "How'd it go?" Her voice is deep, a tired, yet smooth undertone seemingly always permeates it. It's attractive, Amanda thinks.
"I… It was alright. I needed to. I had to talk about some things with the group leader… She helped me sort my head out. I'm really sorry I missed story time… I hope the little guy's not mad at me."
Olivia nods, accepting Amanda's reason. She moves away from the door, making her way to the couch. "We need to talk, Amanda." She says quietly over her shoulder.
A sick feeling rushes through her body, sending something is going to happen. She just doesn't know if it's gonna be good or bad.
"Yeah.." Amanda mutters, closing the door, following Olivia to the couch. She sits a respectable distance away from the other woman, knowing Olivia'd probably want her space.
"I have no right to be upset with you.. I'm.. I was, but I'm not anymore. I just wish you would have let me know.." Olivia starts, tucking a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear. She's curled on one side of the couch, facing Amanda, who's on the other side.
"I'm sorry.. I guess I'm not used to.. I don't know.. having to worry about someone knowing where I am."
Olivia nods, tucking a foot under herself. "I know the feeling." She takes a deep breath, "I'm glad you went to a meeting.. They seem to be helping you."
Amanda nods, her lips curling up into a slight smile. "They're a lot of help," She pauses, looking down at her hands thoughtfully, "But.. they're not enough sometimes.. It's why I came to you.. I didn't come for some "easy lay." You have to believe that.. I didn't know you had feelings for me.. Not until you kissed me back. I'm sorry that I made you feel like all I wanted from you was.." She trailed off, hoping the other woman would understand what she's saying.
"I know that.. Now I do at least." Olivia sighs, a hand stretching across the back of the couch, palm up.
Amanda immediately slips her hand over Olivia's, fingers caressing the soft skin of her inner wrist.
"What I don't know…" Olivia continues, "Is what you want to happen here.. With us."
Amanda can tell that Olivia is nervous. Guarded. She wants to smother the brunette with kisses and affection and promise that all she wants is to be to her. It's overwhelming to her though, the intensity of her feelings for the older woman. They'd only just surfaced a few days ago.. Bringing themselves to the forefront of her mind, telling her that they were there all this time.
"Liv… I wish.. I wish things were easier.." She begins, tears welling in her eyes. She feel's Olivia tense, most likely expecting a rejection of some sort.
In all honesty, she doesn't know what she's going to say. She doesn't trust her brain to form sentences, but she lets it anyway.
"I wish I didn't have an addiction.. I wish I didn't let my emotions get the best of me sometimes.. I wish I.. I wish I knew you before.. When I was younger and in need of more help.. Things would be so different."
Olivia tries to pull her hand away, succeeding, but only to be faced with the younger woman moving closer, pressing her body closer.
"Amanda, I don't know what you're trying to say.."
Amanda let's out a slight chuckle, "I don't either.. I'm just letting my head to the talking."
Olivia's brows furrow, her eyes shining with unshed tears behind her black glasses. "Your head doesn't always need to be the one to decide things. Your heart's pretty wise too." Olivia murmurs, her fingers brushing Amanda's jaw lightly.
The younger woman is in awe. That's the only thing to describe how she feels right now.
"I listened to my heart Saturday night.. It wanted you and I listened.." Amanda whispers.
Olivia nods, not saying anything.
"I listened to my heart, then my head got in the way, and I hurt you. I'm so sorry, Liv. I'm-"
Olivia pulls Amanda to her, firm arms wrapping around the blonde's lithe waist.
Amanda can't help it now, tears spilling down her cheeks, "Olivia… I want you.. I'm sorry it had to be the way it was for me to get my head out of my ass.. but I do. I need you. Your support, your kindness, your care.. I- I need.. I need your love."
Olivia's lips curve into a smile, Hands running up and down Amanda's back. "Amanda, honey, slow down and take some breaths."
Amanda nods, breathing deeply, relaxing into Olivia's warm embrace. "word vomit," she mutters, her own hands moving up to play in soft brown strands.
"Is that really how you feel?" Olivia asks, her voice tentative and soft.
Amanda nods, her blue eyes shining. "Yes." Her voice is sure.
"We need to set some things straight then.. I can't have you running off without a word every time you get jumpy. I will give you space when you need it, but I gotta know.. Okay? I don't want to worry or sit and wonder if I did something to make you run."
Amanda nodded, her lips curving upwards. "I promise I won't keep you in the dark.."
Olivia smiles back, fingers dancing across Amanda's spine.
Amanda sighs, relaxing into Olivia, "How was story time?"
Olivia laughed, "He somehow got me to read him five books tonight. He's quite the talker."
Amanda shakes her head, "Uh Uh, no, you're just putty in his hands, that kid's got you wrapped around his finger."
"I can't say that I mind it. He's such a good boy."
Amanda looks at the other woman, eyes shining with admiration, "He's got a good mother." She murmurs, thumb brushing over Olivia's bottom lip.
Olivia kisses the pad of Amanda's thumb, leaning against the arm of the couch, effectively bring them into a laying position. "Now look who's the talker.."
Amanda removes her shoes and jacket, then cuddles back into her lover. Half on the couch, half on Olivia.
Lover. Olivia is her lover. God, yes.
"I don't always have my foot in my mouth, Lieutenant."
Olivia peers over her glasses, "You don't?"
Amanda's mouth drops open, "You little-" she runs her hand down Olivia's waist, dipping under her sleep shirt, only to squeeze her waist.
Olivia laughs, trying to move away, "I'm kidding."
"Yea, you better be," Amanda feigns sternness.
"I need you to be sure, Amanda."
The abruptness of Olivia's statement shocks the younger woman, she doesn't know what to say quite yet, so Olivia continues.
"I have a son and I have to think about him.. If I start something with you, he's going to be a big part of it.."
God, she doesn't know why she finds the mama bear side of Olivia so sexy, but she does. And she craves it.
"Well… I guess.." She starts, causing Olivia to frown. "I guess noah and I can maybe fit you in.."
It takes a moment, but it registers to Olivia. "How generous," she says sarcastically, smiling despite the monotone way she said it.
"No more running.. Liv.. I promise. And.. If you'll have me again, I'd love to join you and the munchkin for story time tomorrow."
"We'd love nothing more." Olivia smiles, her hands running up and down Amanda's back.
Amanda nods, leaning down to ghost her lips across Olivia's. It's been too long since she's tasted the other woman's lips. Withdrawal is a serious thing.
Olivia parts her lips expectantly, anticipating the invasion of Amanda's tongue. When it does not come, she growls in frustration.
Amanda pulls away, a smirk on her lips, "Did you just growl?"
Olivia digs her fingers into Amanda's hair, attempting to pull her back into another kiss. "I'll bite too if you don't bring that mouth back here."
"That doesn't sound like a punishment to me.."
"Detective."
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
Olivia flips them, turning swiftly, pinning Amanda to the couch. "You are such a tease," she mumbles, moving a leg between Amanda's.
"You want it, so come ge-"
Olivia's lips crash down onto Amanda's, silencing her.
Amanda quickly responds, parting her lips to let Olivia's tongue invade. She slips her hands under the brunettes soft sleep shirt, feeling warm skin under her fingers. She moves her hands up her back, finding no bra straps.
Her hands slip around, all while never breaking the hot connection to Olivia's lips. She cups two full breasts, filling each palm with soft, supple flesh.
"I really love these," Amanda sighs against Olivia's lips, running her thumbs over hardened nipples.
Olivia bucks, unable to control the jolt of heat rushing in between her legs.
Olivia sits up, swiftly removing her shirt, baring her bare chest to the blonde. "I want you," Olivia rasps, pushing her thigh rhythmically in between Amanda's legs. "I want to come with you.." She purrs, taking Amanda's hands, putting them back on her breasts.
"God damn," Amanda mutters, arching her neck.
She doesn't think she'll ever get used to this side of Olivia. God, she hopes she'll never get used to it.. The pleasure and amazement is too good a feeling to render normal.
Amanda nearly loses it, moving out from under Olivia, the quickly removing her clothes, this time, getting fully undressed before Olivia. She doesn't speak as she hooks her fingers in the waistband of Olivia's yoga pants and panties, pulling them down her legs. She sees the dark markings on her inner thighs, covering her beautiful breasts. She knows she had a collection of her own brandings, given to her by Olivia. It makes this experience all the more erotic.
She kneels in front of Olivia, hooking a leg over her shoulder, burying her lips in between Olivia's thighs.
"You're so beautiful, Olivia.." she mumbles against Olivia's wet skin, eyes watching as the older woman writhes on the couch. "So delicious."
"Amanda.." Olivia sighs. She grasps Amanda's shoulders, bringing the blonde up to straddle her lap. "I said I want us to come together."
Her hand wasted no time, moving in between the younger woman's legs, dipping her fingers into wet heat. Amanda moans, one hand bracing herself against the back of the couch, the other moving between Olivia's legs, feeling her arousal too.
They move against each other, fingers thrusting and caressing. Amanda rides Olivia's fingers, her own hand moving rhythmically between the brunette's shapely thighs.
They're both close. Frankly, Amanda had been close since earlier in the cribs. The older woman didn't know just how deeply she affected Amanda.
They moved together, bodies grinding. Olivia lets her head fall back against the cushion, mouth dropping open.
Amanda's eyes slipped closed momentarily, before opening again. She didn't want to miss a moment of this. Somehow, it seemed more intimate than the first time. She began to move harder over Olivia's fingers, her own fingers picking up speed inside of the other woman.
She moaned, letting her eyes rove from the brunettes slick, sweat sheened breasts, up her flushed neck, to her face. Only then noticing the fogged up glasses.
She tilts Olivia's head up, grasping her chin lightly with her free hand, "These are so sexy on you," She pants, her thumb swiping the fog off of them. "I want to see your-unhhhh- your eyes," she removed them, tossing them to the side, hearing them bounce next to them on the sofa.
Olivia's eyes are dark, desperate for a release, "Amanda," she purrs, straining her neck to kiss the younger woman.
They're both so close. They move faster, grinding roughly against each other.
Amanda dips her head down, capturing a dark nipple in her mouth, sucking hard. That's Olivia's undoing. She hears the older woman moan out, sees her clamp her hand over her mouth in attempts to not wake up her sleeping child.
The orgasm Olivia experiences causes her to curl her fingers inside of Amanda, the pads of her fingertips pushing against the blonde's G-spot, triggering a climax.
It's pure heaven. And then some.
They take a few minutes, panting, satiated, leaning against each other.
"I didn't think.. Saturday could be.. topped," Olivia gasps, trying to catch her breath.
"Amazing," Amanda breathes, bringing her fingers to her lips, sucking whatever juices Olivia released off of her fingers.
Olivia does the same, eyes slipping closed as she sucked her fingers clean. "Mmmm. You taste good."
Amanda bites her lip, smiling. "You're pretty tasty yourself.." She retorts, trailing her fingers across Olivia's pert nipples.
"We should probably go to the bedroom before we fall asleep out here. We don't need Noah finding us like this." Olivia murmurs.
"Good idea." Amanda agrees. They get up, grabbing their clothes and relocating to Olivia's bedroom.
They fall into bed together, limbs tangling. It's perfect. Amanda never wants to sleep without Olivia.
They don't speak, just caress each other, lulling to sleep.
"I'll kill you if you're not here in the morning," Olivia mumbles, half asleep.
Amanda chuckles, running her fingers through Olivia's hair. "I'll be here," She assures. It's all that needs to be said.
They drift to sleep wrapped in each other's arms. All Amanda can think as she slips into a deep slumber, is that wishes she'd had Olivia before, but is grateful to have her now.
End.