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Sorry for such a short chapter, next chapter will be longer..and PREPARE. Next chapter might contain some...hint hint...lovely action parts.

Chapter 9: Bleeding Out.

I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you, for you.

-Imagine Dragons

Amanda's POV:

Amanda adjusted her headphones and entered Olivia's classroom. She'd purposefully shown up late, not wanting to be alone with the older woman. Now there was only ten minutes left of class. Turning up her music, she scanned the classroom. Her usual seat was taken, and so were the rest of the seats towards the back. There was only one seat left, and it was directly in front of Olivia's desk. That's when she noticed that Olivia was already at her desk, writing something. The older woman hadn't noticed Amanda, so she quickly strode over to the available seat and sat down.

Olivia looked up just as Amanda was pulling her notebook out. Olivia offered her a smile, but Amanda turned away. She could feel the older woman's eyes boring into the side of her head, but she just continued looking out the window.

After Olivia had taken her home, Amanda had realized some things. The first being that she was in love with Olivia Benson. The second was that Olivia was her teacher, and out of her league. Amanda had quickly come to the conclusion that she needed to distance herself from Olivia, it would be better for everyone. This way Olivia wouldn't have to deal with having Amanda's problems thrust on her, and Amanda wouldn't be constantly tortured. It was torture to be so close to Olivia, and not be able to touch her.

Suddenly she was surrounded by Olivia's distinct scent. Amanda looked up. Olivia was standing right beside her, looking down at her with concern. Olivia took Amanda's earphones out, and leaned down.

"Amanda? There's only five minutes left of class, why are you late?" Olivia asked.

She just turned her head away from the older woman, and looked down. "I had something to do," she shrugged.

"Do you wanna tell me what was so important you missed my whole class?" Olivia asked, trying to capture Amanda's eyes.

"No thank you, Ms. Benson," Amanda whispered, moving to put her earphones back in. She knew she was being disrespectful, but she couldn't handle Olivia's proximity.

Olivia's hand came down over hers, keeping her from listening to her music. "Hand me the ipod, Amanda," Olivia commanded, sighing. Amanda thought about resisting, but she thought better of it. Turning it off, she handed the device to Olivia.

"See me after class, Amanda," Olivia said, Amanda couldn't read her tone.

She just nodded and kept her head down, packing her stuff up. She'd wandered the halls for most of the period, only coming in before the dismissal bell. If she was going to cut off contact with Olivia, seeing her wasn't going to help.

The bell rang and all the other students moved to leave, Amanda tried to leave too. She didn't need her ipod that bad. An arm wrapped around her waist before she had even made it half way to the door, and she was pulled into a warm body. Amanda had to bite back her groan. Olivia's body felt amazing pressed against hers, and she had to fight the urge to rub herself against the older woman.

When the door slammed closed, as the last student exited, Olivia let her go. Today Olivia was wearing a blue silky blouse, paired with tight black slacks. Amanda was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve baseball shirt. She felt humiliated.

"Amanda, what's going on?" Olivia asked, her tone soft.

"Nothing, Ms. Benson," Amanda answered coldly, trying to back up and put distance between them. Olivia just kept stepping forward. When her back hit the wall, she jumped lightly. Olivia got even closer.

"Why were you late?" Olivia asked, getting into Amanda's personal space. Amanda swallowed. She could smell that perfume that she loved so much, and it was affecting her. She squirmed and clenched her thighs. She needed to leave, now.

"I actually have to go, or I'll be late for work," Amanda tried, moving to slip past Olivia.

Olivia wasn't having it tho, and she softly pushed Amanda back against the wall. "You're not going anywhere, until you talk to me," Olivia said.

Amanda clenched her hands into fists. Her whole body was heated from Olivia's proximity. God, she wanted Olivia Benson. Her core was throbbing with need for the woman in front of her.

"I just, I had something to do, Ms. Benson," Amanda said, her voice cracking.

"No. You don't get to do this, Amanda," Olivia sighed. "I understand that you might be embarrassed, but you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I shouldn't have called you last night, I'm sorry. Can I go now?" Amanda asked, trying not to look at Olivia.

"No. Sit down and I'm going to go over everything you missed while you were doing something else," Olivia said, crossing her arms.

Amanda sighed and looked at Olivia, "I can't. I have work, and you know I need the money, Ms. Benson."

"It's Olivia," the other woman pointed out.

"I know," Amanda said. "I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. Benson."

Olivia reached out and stopped her. "You'll see me tonight," Olivia said. "I'll give you a choice. You either sit down right now and I'll help you or we can do it tonight at your house," Olivia finished.

Amanda's heart stopped. Olivia wanted to come over. She wanted to see Amanda's place. Amanda's face flushed bright red at the thought. She didn't want Olivia seeing her house. God, it was a dump compared to Olivia's place. What would the older woman think?

"I can't. My house is a mess right now," Amanda said, ducking her head. "Haven't got everything set up yet," she lied.

Olivia stepped closer, "That's alright. I could help you."

"Uh no, that's alright," Amanda nodded. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm sure I can afford to miss a lesson."

"Amanda, I'm not asking. It's either that or you stay with me now," Olivia said, tilting her head.

"Fine. I get off work in two hours," Amanda sighed.

"It's a date," Olivia smiled.