Authors Note: Little awkward story for you guys, feel free to skip this. So the reason it took me so long, was because after chapter 6 I seriously had no idea how I was going to write this chapter, I listened to every song on my playlist, I watched SVU's 13th and 14th seasons twice in a row, and I even danced around my house to Celine Dion, reenacting scenes from Titanic ("I'll never let go, Jack."). Writers block sucks. Anyway so, the reason I posted this was to thank my roommate. I was talking to myself- trying to plan this chapter- when she walked in and told me to "Take Care" of my issues, that got me thinking about the song 'Take Care' and boom. Inspiration!

-Moral of story: Don't write fan-fiction, because when you write fan-fiction, you get writers block. When you get writers block, you get loopy, and when you get loopy you dance around your house in a red wig singing Celine Dion. Don't dance around your house in a red wig singing Celine Dion. (See what I did there?)

Here's chapter 7.

Chapter 7: Take Care

I know you've been hurt by someone else.

I can tell by the way you carry yourself.

If you let me, here's what I'll do,

I'll take care of you.

-Leon Thomas & Ariana Grande

Amanda POV:

Amanda's eyes fluttered open at the feeling of someone softly shaking her, groaning Amanda rubbed the sleep from her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was still in Olivia's car, but instead of being in the driver's seat- the other woman was outside the car, the passenger door was open, and Olivia was crouched next to her.

"Where are we?" Amanda said, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

Olivia didn't answer, only leaned in and unbuckled Amanda's seat belt. Amanda grabbed her hand and asked again, "Olivia, where are we?"

Olivia stopped her movements and looked at the her, "My driveway. Can you put your arms around me, so I can lift you?"

Amanda nodded and complied, wrapping her arms around Olivia's neck, as Olivia placed her hands under Amanda's armpits and helped Amanda out of the car. Olivia closed the car door. Amanda removed an arm from Olivia's neck, and instead placed it over Olivia's shoulder- using the older woman as a crutch as she limped up the driveway. Olivia was being patient, walking slowly, letting Amanda use her for support. When they got to her front door- she kept one arm around Amanda's waist and used her free hand to unlock the door.

Once they were inside the house, Amanda's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she took in the older woman's place. Amanda was extremely impressed with the decor of Olivia's house. The architecture of the place was beautiful, and it was gorgeously decorated. Amanda couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Everything looked modern and sleek, yet homey and comfortable. The place was a little formal, no photographs on the walls- a few paintings, but it wasn't so formal that Amanda was afraid to touch something.

So far Amanda could only see the living room, it was done in shades of brown. Amanda felt even sillier for harboring a crush for her teacher now. Olivia was a woman, a classy, independent, successful woman who had an immaculate home. Why would she ever want Amanda? What could she offer? She had a job at a coffee shop- scraped by on tips, owned a studio apartment, and she was damaged goods. Olivia probably only saw her as a screw up teenager who needed help.

Olivia directed Amanda down the hall, supporting most of Amanda's weight as she navigated them into a room at the very end. Amanda jolted to a stop as soon as she saw what was in the room. She was in Olivia Benson's bedroom. It was beautiful and expertly decorated- just like the other parts of the house she'd seen. The bedroom made Amanda feel just like it's owner did, turned on. Her eyes finally took in the large bed and her eyes fluttered closed. She could imagine herself in that bed with Olivia. She could imagine what Olivia would look like on top of her, what she'd look like underneath her.

"Amanda? You with me?"

Olivia's voice jerked her out of her imaginings and she nodded. Olivia gestured in the direction of a closed door on the other side of the room and Amanda allowed the older woman to take her to what she assumed was the master bathroom. Olivia opened the door, and quickly ushered Amanda inside. Amanda shook her head as she took in the bathroom, what part of this house wasn't perfect? The bathtub was huge and had jets lining the sides. Olivia basically had a hot tub for two in her bathroom.

Amanda gingerly sat down on the edge of the tub, trying not to bend down too much. She watched as Olivia opened cabinet after cabinet, hurriedly pulling out supplies.

"Olivia." Amanda spoke softly.

The other woman looked up at her from where she was crouched on the floor, and her hands stopped rummaging through the cabinet's as she waited for Amanda to speak.

"It's okay. You can slow down," Amanda smiled reassuringly. "I'll be alright."

Olivia ignored her and continued searching for items just as fast- if not faster than before. Finally Olivia collected the things she needed and made her way to Amanda. Amanda watched with interest as Olivia set the items down on the floor beside her. Then Amanda's mouth went dry, because Olivia pulled her legs apart and situated herself between them. Amanda felt like she was gonna die. Death by Olivia Benson didn't seem so bad.

"Can you take your shirt off for me, Manda?" Olivia said in a rush. Amanda really didn't wanna remove her shirt in front of Olivia. She knew the bruises she had weren't the most attractive and she was honestly ashamed. She didn't want Olivia to see her any weaker, she didn't want Olivia to know she'd allowed herself to be put in this position. She shook her head and looked down.

"Could you uh- maybe just leave the stuff and I'll take care of it?" Amanda mumbled, "I mean I appreciate you helping me, and I'll pay for whatever I use, but uh- I'm not the prettiest sight right now," Amanda's tears were threatening to fall, and she had to bite her lip to stop them. For a moment Amanda thought Olivia was going to leave and then she felt a finger under her chin.

"Amanda, you think I care about those things?" Olivia forced her to keep eye contact, "Just let me take care of you, Amanda. Please."

"I uh- my arm- I can't take my shirt off," Amanda bushed. "Could you uh maybe.." she trailed off.

Olivia just nodded, and moved her hands to the hem of Amanda's shirt, keeping eye contact as she raised the shirt inch by inch, helping Amanda pull her arm's out of the sleeves before throwing it on the bathroom floor. When Olivia finally did see Amanda's stomach she let out a startled gasp and Amanda closed her eyes.

"My God, Amanda."

When she felt Olivia's fingers ghosting over her abdomen she flinched. Olivia's fingers immediately went away.

"Can you turn a bit, Amanda?" Olivia asked. "I need to get to your arm."

Amanda nodded and turned her body sideways, wincing in pain.

Olivia reached down and started the water in the tub, placing a washcloth under the flow before turning the water back off and placing the cloth to Amanda's arm. Amanda hissed as she felt the pressure on her arm.

Olivia smiled sympathetically, and placed her hand in Amanda's. "Squeeze my hand when it hurts, okay? I'm so sorry, sweetie. I'll try to be soft."

Amanda nodded and Olivia continued washing the wound with warm water. Finally she put the rag down and reached down with her free hand to get the alcohol rub. "Amanda, this is going to burn. Just squeeze my hand, baby." Amanda nodded and closed her eyes. When the liquid first touched her arm she didn't feel anything. Then the burning started. Amanda nearly screamed from the pain, her hand clamped down on Olivia's and she squeezed hard. Olivia didn't protest, she just rubbed her thumb over Amanda's knuckles until Amanda's grip started to loosen.

"You can keep going," Amanda said through clenched teeth.

Olivia nodded, and took her hand from Amanda's, grabbing the gauze from the floor, she gently wrapped Amanda's arm tightly, and then taped the gauze down.

"Your arm isn't too bad, the cut wasn't very deep- you won't need stitches. Your ribs aren't broken just bruised, I'll get you an icepack for that," Olivia said.

The older woman made to stand up but Amanda stopped her with a hand to the shoulder. "Thank you, Olivia."

Olivia smiled, "Can I help you up?"

Amanda only nodded and blushed when she realized she was in front of Olivia in only her bra. She grabbed onto Olivia's forearms and hoisted herself up, leaning into Olivia's body as she balanced herself. Olivia was really tense and Amanda just chalked it up to the fact that she was tired of helping Amanda.

"I'll uh- I'll get you a clean shirt." Olivia murmured, seemingly trying to keep her eyes away from Amanda's body.

Olivia left her standing in the bathroom all alone. Why had the older woman acted so flustered, yeah she was in her bra- and she had bruises but Amanda didn't think it was really that big of a deal. Olivia had probably seen tons of bodies, so why was hers so repulsive that Olivia couldn't even look?

When Olivia got back, she held the shirt out and stretched the shirts neck for Amanda, helping her slip it over her head- and then helping Amanda place her arms through the holes. Amanda nodded her thanks and stood there awkwardly. "Well uh, thank you for helping me. I'll uh- I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Amanda murmured.

Olivia looked at her in disbelief. "You think I'm gonna let you go home when every time I let you leave my sight you end up with more bruises?" Olivia shook her head. "Amanda, the only reason you aren't in a hospital bed right now is because you begged me not to take you."

"Yeah, and I have a good reason, Olivia. It's- it's a long story." Amanda stammered, averting her eyes.

She was still upset about Olivia not being able to look at her, and she really just wanted to get away from the older woman. She'd embarrassed herself. What had she been thinking when she called Olivia?

"Olivia, I'm really sorry I called. I woke you up this early, I'm so embarrassed," Amanda blushed. "Could I just pay to replace your first aid kit and we'll forget about this?"

"Amanda, honey, don't be embarrassed. I told you to call me, I'm so glad you did. I wanted to help you, Amanda."

Amanda took a step back, still not being able to look in Olivia's direction. "It's obvious I'm making you..uncomfortable, Olivia. You couldn't even look at me- please just uh- let me get my shirt and go."

Amanda gasped in surprise as Olivia took a step closer to her, and tilted her chin up once more. "You didn't make me uncomfortable, Amanda. I promise you that."

Amanda only nodded. She couldn't handle Olivia this close to her right now, she was extremely vulnerable and tired, she didn't want to do something stupid.

They stood there staring at each other for a moment more and then Olivia sighed putting a hand on the small of Amanda's back, ushering her out of the bathroom, and leading her to the bed. Amanda watched with wide eyes as Olivia pulled back the sheets and looked at Amanda expectantly.

"Uh- do you want me to help you make your bed?" Amanda asked stupidly.

Olivia chuckled, and put her hands on Amanda's shoulders. "No, I want you to get in the bed. Tonight, you'll stay here, and tomorrow you're going to tell me this story."

Amanda nodded and slowly climbed in Olivia's bed. She felt extremely awkward as she settled in with Olivia watching her. Olivia suddenly cleared her throat, "I'm gonna go get an icepack for your ribs and some aspirin. You're gonna really feel those bruises in the morning." Olivia smiled softly, "I'll be right back."

Olivia left the room and Amanda sighed, leaning her head back against a fluffy pillow. She felt like she was surrounded by Olivia, the pillows- the sheets- they all smelled like the older woman and Amanda couldn't get enough. Olivia's scent was intoxicating. If she was being honest the only reason she got threw tonight without breaking down was because of the comfort Olivia made her feel just by being next to her. She really had wanted to ask Olivia to climb into bed with her, but that would've been more embarrassing than having Olivia picking her half conscious body up from the street corner. She buried her face into Olivia's pillow and breathed deeply, letting her eyes close as she surrounded herself with Olivia.

When she heard Olivia making her way back down the hall, she reluctantly released the pillow and propped herself up. Olivia came back with an ice pack in one hand and a bottle of water and aspirin in the other. Olivia sat herself on the edge of the bed and popped open the bottle, handing a pill to Amanda before screwing the cap back on and handing the water to Amanda as well. Amanda knocked the pill back and quickly gulped some water to follow it.

"Lay back, Amanda." Olivia murmured. Olivia's eyes were darker than normal, and her voice sounded huskier. Amanda followed Olivia's instructions and scooted back on the bed. The way Olivia was looking at her was confusing. Emotions were pouring out of the older woman's eyes, and it drove Amanda crazy that she couldn't identify them. If she didn't know better- she would've sworn Olivia was..turned on? No, she couldn't be. Amanda shook her head, she was being silly.

Amanda winced when she felt an icepack land softly on her stomach but she made no move to remove it. She simply closed her eyes and allowed herself to start to drift off. Just as sleep pulled her under she felt fingers stroking through her hair and lips on her forehead.

"I'm so glad you let me help you, Amanda."

Amanda only nodded and cuddled further into the pillows that smelled so much like the woman she was coming to love.