A/N: So I've decided that this is how I want Liv to find out about Rollisi. And since we definitely won't see this happening on the show, I figured I would just write it instead.

(This chapter contains a little straight sex, which is not my area of expertise, lol. But hey, I tried.)

Also: For those of you who are following "Wings" as well, I promise that a new chapter is coming soon, but that's a much darker fic that requires my brain to function and it just hasn't this past week with school starting.

Anyways, back to this Rollisi/Rolivia chapter:

Hoodies and disclosures.

"Liv, I'm ok."

"You just had a gun to your head." The captain says with slightly furrowed eyebrows and a tilt of the head.

"For like three seconds." Amanda waves her off. "Seriously. I'm fine. I just wanna go home and be with the girls, and get some sleep."

Olivia can't exactly hold her back so instead she watches with worried eyes as Amanda walks away from the scene. The scene being a parking garage where Amanda had just spent the last two hours talking a woman from shooting her own rapist.

It's weird, she thinks. How she had trusted her detective to manage the situation, how she had insisted on keeping the HNT officers away from the garage to avoid an unnecessary escalation. But as soon as she saw the blonde appear, safe and sound, her heart started racing. Like her body had just delayed the worry and the anxiety.

It isn't always like that, but definitely more and more lately. Maybe because Amanda seems a little distant? A little secretive? Distracted?

Fuck, if she's gambling again…

"Call me if you wanna talk!" She hears herself shout out right before Amanda disappears around a corner. The blonde's response is nonverbal, and she doesn't even turn around, but at least the captain gets a thumbs up.

"Why is it that it takes me like two hours to get them down for the night and you do it in under ten minutes?" With a resigned look on her face she rests her elbows on the counter, her fingers absentmindedly picking on the label of her beer.

Carisi smiles sheepishly while turning the corner of the kitchen island and close the distance between them before he hugs her from behind. "You're their mother, they're supposed to give you a hard time."

"Still not fair." The blonde mumbles.

"I know." He sighs. "Just wait until they're teenagers. Then we'll really have our hands full."

Amanda does a little fake shudder in his arms, all while smiling softly because he just said "we'll have our hands full". Even with the support of him and the rest of the squad from the moment Jesse was born, the weight of being a single mother has been suffocating at times. It doesn't quite feel like that anymore.

"Did you find anything you'd like to order?"

"Mhm." She nods while pointing at the menu from her favorite sushi place. "Should be here in half an hour."

The sound of a soft hum fills the room when he leans down to kiss her neck, made accessible by her messy ponytail keeping her hair out of the way. "Are you sure that you're ok after what happened today?"

"I'm fine, Carisi." Another hum, louder now as she pushes her hips back slightly, trying to tell him without words that she's ok. Ok, and possibly, maybe, a little turned on. His arms around her waist have that effect on her.

"Cause we can talk about it… If you want?" He moves his hands to her hips then, just to let them rest there, neither stopping nor encouraging the way she pushes them back one more time.

"I'd rather not talk." Her hands find his and she motions for him to tug at the yoga pants she's wearing. The hoodie, his hoodie, that she's wearing, can stay on she figures. Because he likes it when she wears it. And this isn't that kind of sex.

"The food is coming soon." He mumbles against her neck, but his protest is clearly halfhearted because he's breathing faster now and he has his fingers hooked in the waistband of the elastic fabric.

"So?" She smiles. "Make me come before my sushi comes."

Carisi chuckles before he starts pulling at her pants in earnest, and he doesn't stop until they're scattered on the floor next to her feet. While moving back up again, his hands roam over her now exposed skin as she braces herself against the counter. "We gotta work on your dirty talk, Rollins." He says before wrapping his arms around her waist again, only to move a hand down, stopping only when he reaches the top of her underwear.

"Ok." She responds, followed by a few short breaths. "But later, cause right now I need- fuck." Amanda swallows a whimper as his hand move underneath the lace. "That… I need that."

Her eyes roll back, and she shuts them close just as her head falls forward. Even with the support of the counter, she's barely able to keep herself standing upright and she's grateful for the strong arm still wrapped around her slim frame.

He moves expertly against her, in perfect sync with how she grinds her hips against him. The fact that she can now feel how turned on he his only heightens the sensation between her legs and it makes her inner walls contract in anticipation.

But this is all about her and he's making that perfectly clear.

It's one of the many things that is as exhilarating as it is terrifying about their new relationship. So different from all the other men she's ever been with, the way he takes care of her, the way he reads her and pays attention to her needs. One part of her wants to let go and just convince herself that she deserves this, but there's another part that's still clinging to the notion that he's too good for her.

All of that is completely lost on her right now, though. Because he's moving his fingers in just the right way, and there's no room for worry in her head. Just pure and simple pleasure. "Shit, you feel good." He whispers against her ear, causing goosebumps to appear down her naked legs.

"Don't stop." Amanda pleads. "Fuck, don't stop."

"Not gonna." He changes the rhythm just a little, just the way he knows will have her trembling in a short moment. She's just about to let out a loud moan when his hand covers her mouth, silencing the sound that without a doubt would've woken up at least one of two sleeping kids.

A smile spreads across her covered mouth then because it's another testament to how well he knows her, even though they've only been intimate like this for a couple of weeks.

The smile fades away however when her climax makes her bite down on her lip, as if his hand isn't enough to keep her quiet. For a while, the only sound filling the otherwise silent apartment is the sound of her breathing heavily through her nose as he eases her down from the much needed release.

"You good?" He asks after removing the hand over her mouth, his other hand now completely still and covered with her arousal.

"Mm-m." She hums lazily, lifting herself up only to rest her head against his chest. "I needed that."

Carisi plants a kiss on the top of her head while moving his hand away, making her twitch in his arms due to how sensitive every single part of her feels in the aftermath of what they just did.

When the dizziness subsides and she's able to think clearly again, she reaches behind her to place a hand against the bulge that's been pressed against her lower back. "Feels like you need something too." Amanda teases, smiling when a low groan escapes the ADA's lips.

"Nope. I'm good." He says while removing her hand before he turns her around only to kiss her forehead. "Later. If you're still up for it."

"Why? Something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I just want you to eat first, rest and then… maybe."

"You have an obsession with me eating, you know that, right?" She adds a fake gasp. "Are you one of those feeders?"

"Busted." He laughs while cupping her cheeks before kissing her.

"Eww, now my face is all covered with… me." She half protests, half giggles against his mouth.

Carisi grins innocently as he moves his hands away before he turns around to wash his hands in the kitchen sink. "I don't see the problem."

"Maybe you don't, but I do."

She's just about to give him a playful kick when the knock at the door stops her.

"Go wash up and I'll take care of the food." He says while reaching for the paper towels.

"Ok, feeder."

Carisi is still grinning as he walks over to the door, but his grin is quickly wiped away when a set of widened brown eyes are suddenly staring back at him.

"Cap?"

"Carisi?"

"I'm…" He stops to clear his throat, convinced that his face is as red as the captain's blouse. "I'm just helping her with the girls, you know, long day."

"Ok…" Olivia eyes him a little suspiciously. "That's actually why I'm here. I just wanted to check that everything's-"

"Babe, do you need ca-" Amanda stops dead in her tracks in the middle of the cramped hallway when she lifts her head to find her boss looking straight at her.

"Hi." The brunette says, her expression a weird mix of amusement and confusion as her eyes move from Amanda's face and all the way down to the floor where she finds two naked legs planted.

"Liv, hey, hi. Wh… What are you d-doing here." Her voice is high pitched as she tugs at the hoodie, trying to cover up as much as possible.

"Just… checking in."

Amanda looks from Olivia to Carisi then before she walks over to where he's standing. "Can we have a minute?" She's unable to read his face as he gives her a single nod before he disappears inside the apartment.

When he's out of view, she turns to her boss again. "Liv, this-"

"Please don't lie to my face and tell me this isn't what it looks like."

The blonde wraps her arms around herself and sighs. "Ok. I won't."

"How long?"

"Not long, since Fin's wedding, or non wedding."

"You need to disclose your relationship, you know that right?" Olivia's face is stern now, but her voice is soft.

"I know." Her eyes fall to the floor between them, suddenly overcome by shame. From being caught like this, and from hiding it from not only her boss, but one of her best friends. "And we're going to, but we just… We needed a little time, to figure things out."

"I get it. Trust me."

"So you're not mad?"

"Mad?" Olivia laughs. "Amanda, I've been waiting for you two to figure things out for like five years now."

The unexpected comment makes her raise her head again, only to find the brunette grinning back at her. "Wait… What?"

"Everyone has."

"Oh."

"Are you happy?"

"I think…" A slight blush spreads across her cheeks as she thinks about what just happened in her kitchen. "Yes, yes, I'm happy."

"Good. Then I'm happy for you. You deserve this."

"Thank you." She mumbles and suddenly she's blushing for entirely different reasons. Mainly Olivia sounding so genuine and actually, she realizes, a little relieved?

"But you're not here to talk about this, so why are you here?"

"I was worried about you, after today."

"You know how it is, a little shaken up, but nothing that can't be fixed with a shower and… some other stuff."

"I get it." Olivia laughs a little nervously while holding up her hands to stop her. "It's Carisi, I don't need that in my head."

"Sorry." Amanda mumbles before biting down on her lip.

"But honestly, I've been worried about you lately, not just today. I was actually starting to think that you might be going through a relapse."

"What? No." The detective shakes her head before tilting it with a smile. "I'll admit it's been a lot, but things… Things are good now."

"I can see that." Olivia says, mirroring her smile. "I want to hug you, but you're not wearing any pants."

Amanda looks down at the legs that she temporarily forgot was naked, and then she chuckles. "Let's save the hug for another time."

"Ok, then. I'll see you tomorrow." The brunette turns around to leave but stops when Amanda calls out after her.

"Hey, Liv?"

"Yeah?" She responds while looking over her shoulder.

"I… I miss you." The blonde says a little shyly. "Shooting range and drinks soon?"

"I'd like that." The captain smiles. She's about to turn around again and walk away, but that's when it dawns on her just how much she misses Amanda too. So instead she takes a few steps towards her and pulls her in for a hug. "I miss you, too. And I'm so happy for you."

"Thought you said no hugs since I'm not wearing pants." The detective mumbles, making Olivia chuckle as she tightens her grip.

"Well, at least you're wearing something."

The end.

(I need this so bad)