AN: Alright! I hadn't planned on doing Olivia's POV but...I love you guys so..I decided to give you a lil somethin somethin. If you want to read more from Olivia's perspective just let me know, and I'll certainly do my best to accommodate everyone.

The first part is written in Olivia's pov and then the second will be Amanda's. Don't worry- I'll let you know when they switch.

Oh and leave a review telling me if you'd like all future chapters to be like this, both women's POV's making up a chapter or should I keep going with only Amanda's POV?

Chapter 8: I'll put a spell on you.

I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.

Olivia's POV:

Olivia sighed as she sat there lightly playing with Amanda's hair, loving the silky feel of the smooth strands. Olivia knew she should get up, but she couldn't bring herself to move from Amanda's side. This whole situation was unprofessional, she had a student in her home- sleeping in her bed, but if Olivia was being truthful Amanda wasn't just another student. She had been trying to figure out why she felt such a pull to the younger woman for quite some time now.

Amanda made her feel things she'd never experienced before. She'd never trusted somebody so completely, so quickly and she'd certainly never wanted to help anybody in the way Olivia wanted to help Amanda. When she'd gotten Amanda's midnight call she'd been panicked, she only knew that she had to get to the girl- she hadn't stopped to think about her actions or her words. When she'd finally gotten to that street corner, she'd hopped out of the car telling herself that everything was gonna be okay, that Amanda was going to be okay. But when she'd seen Amanda, her body slumped on the street sign, blood soaking her shirt- Olivia had lost it for a moment.

Her brain had shut down, and all she could think about was Amanda's safety. She'd helped Amanda into the car, and she'd had every intention of taking the younger woman to the hospital. But when Amanda had begged, Olivia found that she couldn't go against that, she didn't want to. She wanted Amanda to trust her, so without further thinking she'd turned around and headed home. She had a first aid kit, she only hoped Amanda's injury's weren't too bad. Olivia knew basic medical training, but that didn't mean she was ready to give Amanda stitches on her bathroom floor.

When she'd gotten Amanda in the house and into the bathroom, she'd asked Amanda to remove her shirt. Olivia had thought she could control herself, the woman was hurt for god sakes. But she had been wrong, after she'd treated Amanda's arm her eyes had started to wander. Olivia knew she had to get Amanda into a shirt and fast, she had been quickly loosing all her self control and when she'd helped Amanda up it certainly didn't help when the younger woman had leaned in to her. Olivia was ready to drag the girl into the bedroom, throw her down, and love her so thoroughly that the bruises wouldn't be the only reason Amanda couldn't walk in the morning. And that's how Olivia knew she was in trouble.

Of course she'd been sexually attracted to Amanda from the moment she'd met her, but Olivia could handle attraction. What she was shocked to discover was that she'd started to develop strong feelings for Amanda to go with that attraction, and that was a lethal combination because Olivia couldn't control herself. Of course she knew it was wrong, she was a woman in her thirty's and Amanda was about to turn eighteen. Olivia felt sickened with herself. Amanda needed her help, and she'd been lusting about pinning her to the bathroom floor. Olivia needed to help Amanda, she couldn't keep herself away or she'd go crazy, but she vowed to herself as she watched Amanda sleep, that she'd never take advantage of her.

Not like Amanda would want an old woman like you anyway, Olivia snorted to herself. Then her eyes softened as she watched Amanda sleep, Olivia knew she was already contradicting the promise she'd just made so after one more moment Olivia slowly scooted off the bed, switching off the bedside lamp, and started to make her way out of the room. With one last glance at the sleeping girl in her bed, she smiled to herself and softly closed her bedroom door.

Olivia padded to the living room, picking up her phone on the way to the couch. It was almost 6 AM and Olivia was expected to be at work in a few hours, but she couldn't just leave Amanda here, and there was no way in hell Amanda would be able to attend school. Olivia had quite a few sick days saved up, so she'd called in sick without hesitation. Amanda needed her. Scooting back on the couch, she flipped the T.V on and put her feet up, now that the adrenaline had worn off Olivia's exhaustion was starting to kick in. She'd tried to keep her eyes open as she watched the news, but her attempts were met with failure, and she was fast asleep before the anchor had finished his report.

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Amanda's POV:

Amanda Rollins was in heaven, she was in an insanely soft bed and she was surrounded by the best scent she'd ever come across, but she couldn't put her finger on where it came from. Her still foggy mind was reveling in the smell, it was all around her. It smelled slightly earthy, like flowers, like that breeze that ran threw your hair as you rolled your window down in the car, but it also made Amanda feel at home, it held a hint of spice- an amazing contrast. Amanda wanted to loose herself in the smell, it made her whole body feel tingly.

She sighed and then she groaned, she'd rolled around too much and had fallen of the edge. Her stomach clenched in pain and she gritted her teeth. That woke her up. When Amanda finally managed to stand, she was confused for a moment about where she was, and then she remembered. Olivia coming to get her, Olivia helping her, Olivia seeing her body. Amanda gulped, she'd just been rolling around in Olivia's bed- smelling the scent the older woman had left behind. That was truly pathetic and a little creepy.

Slowly she made her way to the bathroom door. When she was done, she washed her hands and made her way back into the bedroom. What now? Did she go out of the room? Would Olivia be okay with that? Was Olivia even here? There was school today and Olivia was a teacher. Her teacher. Amanda sighed, the one woman she desperately needed was out of her reach.

Amanda decided to leave the bedroom, she was hungry. If the older woman wasn't home, she'd just leave and catch the subway. Amanda really didn't anticipate that Olivia would be there, why would she cancel work? She assumed Olivia had just left her with the unspoken message to let herself out. So Amanda walked to the door and slowly pulled it open, stepping out and padding down the hallway. Olivia's house was even more beautiful in the daylight, the morning sun streaming through the windows illuminating the whole house. It also illuminated the sleeping figure of Olivia Benson.

Amanda's heart clenched in her chest as she took in the older woman. Olivia was on the couch, still in her clothes from last night, her hair was slightly mused, and her mouth was cracked open. It was the most adorable sight Amanda had ever seen. Had Olivia overslept? What if she was late to work because she hadn't woken up. Amanda reluctantly stepped forward, kneeling next to the couch. She raised a hand and softly shook Olivia.

"Olivia, Olivia." Amanda whispered, still softly shaking the woman.

Olivia didn't wake, only let out a soft moan. Amanda stopped shaking her, and leaned in close to the woman, whispering in her ear. "Olivia, it's time to wake up."

Olivia's eyes suddenly popped open, and she jolted up. Amanda's head was directly next to hers, so Olivia's lips ended up brushing the corner of Amanda's mouth.

"Sorry. I uh- I just didn't know if you had work..I thought you'd overslept," Amanda stammered nervously, backing away from the couch. She was trying not to think about how close Olivia's lips had been to hers, how soft they had felt for the brief moment that they were on her skin.

"Yeah, I called in sick," Olivia said, sitting up with a groan.

"I uh- thank you. For last night I mean," Amanda blushed.

Olivia's eyes connected with hers and she offered Amanda a smile, "You still owe me a story. How bout I make us some pancakes and you tell me the whole thing over breakfast?"

Amanda just nodded watching as Olivia got up, and made her way to the kitchen.

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Amanda slowly sipped her orange juice as she looked anywhere but across the table. Olivia had made pancakes and orange juice, and now they were sitting across from each other. They were outside in Olivia's backyard, on Olivia's deck, and Amanda couldn't help but think that she could get used to this.

"So," Olivia said, breaking the silence. "Are you ready?"

Amanda nodded and began, "Well I came up here from Atlanta, my father he uh- he had some issues. Drinking problems," Olivia just nodded and motioned for Amanda to continue. "When I got here, I lived with my mom and Kim- my sister. We'd never had a perfect relationship, but I hadn't expected.." Amanda trailed off. "Anyway, so the apartment my mom rents, is extremely small. It was meant for one person, and there were three of us. So the first bruises you saw, those were from me asking if I could move out."

"Amanda, what happened last night?" Olivia asked softly.

"I found my own apartment, I uh- you remember that job I told you about? The coffee shop?" Olivia just nodded. "Well, I'm making alright money there and I could afford a cheap place, so I got one against my mother's objections. She wanted me to help with uh- rent. My mother's unemployed so I was the only income besides welfare. Anyway, last night I told her about the place and she got a little..upset."

Amanda looked down, not wanting to see the older woman's reaction. She nearly gasped when she felt a warm hand on top of hers. "Amanda, this was not your fault. Your mother beat you, and you did what you had to do. We do need to call Child services, but I can help you with that."

"No!" Amanda gasped out. "Please, Olivia. I just got my own place, if they're called I'll get put in foster care, I'm almost 18 anyway. I can take care of myself."

Olivia only nodded, and removed her hand.

Amanda blushed and took a bite of her breakfast. "I should be leaving soon."

"You're still hurt, Amanda. I'm surprised you don't feel it."

Amanda smiled cheekily, "Well, you have the magic touch."

Olivia laughed, and playfully punched her arm.

When they were finished eating, Amanda stood up to take the plates inside when she tripped over her own feet. Her hands grasped at air as she began to fall, but then she felt strong arms around her. She was pulled tight into Olivia's soft warm body. For a moment neither of them moved, and then Olivia released her.

"You can have a shower, I'll get you some clothes and then I'll drive you home." Olivia said, stepping back.

Amanda didn't want a shower- she wanted Olivia. But she couldn't say that so she walked back inside, heading for the bathroom.