I didn't receive any reviews for the previous chapter, so I thought it would be best to end this series due to lack of interest. But I had another idea, so I decided to take a chance and post it. I miss my lovely guest reviewers!
This update contains some sexual content and a bit of vulgar language and is rated M, so please be aware of that before reading, if it's not your thing. If you're more into the friendship aspect with Liv and Amanda, I recommend checking out the previous chapter.
Frannie doesn't exist in this chapter.
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Title: The Storm
Genre: Hurt/comfort/romance
Rating: M
Season: 13
Episode: N/A
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The crash of thunder that awakens Olivia from a sound sleep is so loud, she has to swallow a scream as she jerks upright up in bed with a quaking hand grasping at her chest. Her heart is pounding frantically into her rib cage as the lightning flashes nearly non-stop outside the window, the answering rumble powerful enough to shake the entire apartment building.
Olivia pushes a tangle of hair away from her face as she struggles to catch her breath and shake off the vestiges of slumber, freezing in alarm when she spots a shadowy figure lurking in her bedroom doorway. This time she can't hold in the shriek that escapes her mouth, her limbs coiling with adrenaline and ready to spring into action to defend herself against the intruder, when she suddenly sags into the rumpled sheets and lets out a sigh of relief as she recalls the events from earlier this evening.
"Rollins!" she gasps out, squinting toward the door as another flash of lightning illuminates the huddled form of her colleague. "What's wrong?"
She had invited her fellow detective to stay overnight after Amanda had informed the squad that her building had lost power the night before, and her apartment felt like a sauna. Olivia had taken pity on the younger woman, not wanting her to suffer without air conditioning in the prolonged and excruciating heat wave that has gripped the city for the past few weeks, Amanda hesitantly agreeing to her offer.
Their evening together following a long day at the precinct had been a pleasant one, if a bit awkward; consisting of take-out Chinese food as a late dinner and a lighthearted romantic comedy on Netflix. Conversation was sparse between them, mostly just small talk; and when Olivia had suggested that Amanda take her bedroom for the night, the other woman had outright refused and opted for the couch in the living room instead.
Amanda has worked at SVU for several months now, and they are still getting to know each other, but Olivia thinks she can read the blonde well enough by this point to tell when something is not right. She repeats the question, asking if anything is wrong, and watches as Amanda shuffles nervously, twisting her fingers into various shapes and tapping a foot on the floor.
"Nothing's wrong," the younger woman mumbles unconvincingly after a beat of silence. "I was just coming back from the bathroom. I'm sorry if I scared you."
"Is the storm keeping you up?"
"Yeah, it is," Amanda admits in a grudging tone, appearing oddly ashamed by this declaration. "How is it not keeping you up? You were snoring so loudly, I could hear you over the thunder."
Olivia feels a hot blush of embarrassment climbing up her neck and into her cheeks at this statement, grateful that it's dark enough in the room to hide her reaction. Her snoring has been a problem for quite a while now, to the point that her last significant other had recommended seeing a doctor about it. But with Elliot's abrupt departure and Amanda and Nick taking his place, plus the usual chaos and busyness of their caseload, the issue is not at the top of her list of concerns and she hasn't been able to find the time to deal with it.
"I'm sorry about that," Olivia mutters with a roll of her eyes, struggling to pretend she is not absolutely mortified to be caught snoring with the power of a cement truck in front of the colleague she finds so attractive. "I'll try to keep it down."
She observes Amanda's distracted nod, the blonde still lingering in the doorway despite their conversation coming to an end, Olivia's eyes fixed intently on her. A brighter flash of lightning explodes across the room, followed by a deafening eruption of thunder, and Amanda is noticeably shaking when the noise fades, her hands clutching tightly onto the door frame.
"Amanda," Olivia says softly, making sure to choose her words carefully as she knows this will be a somewhat delicate discussion. "Are you afraid of storms?"
"I'm from Georgia," the other woman scoffs with a wave of her hand as her beautiful features twist in a scowl. "Do you know what kind of weather we get down there? This is nothing."
"Well, that didn't answer my question," Olivia prods gently, shifting on the mattress so she is perched a bit closer to the trembling form of her co-worker.
Amanda is quiet now, rocking uncomfortably from one foot to the other and looking as if she is about to whirl around and flee the scene, Olivia unsurprised that she has struck a nerve with her inquiry. "It's okay if you are," she assures her in a low, non-judgmental tone, aware of how tough Amanda insists on playing it, both inside the precinct and out, and taking note of the stark contrast of her demeanor in comparison to her usual behavior. "We're all afraid of something, right? It just makes us human."
"I'm not afraid," Amanda growls defensively, her next action completely contradicting her words as she leaps a foot into the air at another ear-splitting crack of thunder.
"Could've fooled me," Olivia chuckles tenderly without a hint of malice, her voice casual when she speaks again. "You know, I find storms a little unnerving myself, especially the violent ones. So I wouldn't mind some company for the rest of the night."
She holds up a corner of the quilt in invitation and watches as Amanda's eyebrows raise high on her forehead and then draw together into a deep frown, as if struggling to make a decision. She seems to be weighing her options as she continues to dance nervously from foot to foot, but when the next crash of thunder shakes the building yet again, Amanda is suddenly barreling toward the bed in a blur of pale skin and golden hair.
A split second later, Olivia finds herself shoulder to shoulder with her fellow detective, the trembling of Amanda's body causing the mattress to shake as much as the apartment. Olivia is overcome with compassion at the obvious terror the younger woman is feeling, taking a chance and easing an arm around a quivering set of shoulders.
To her surprise, Amanda doesn't protest or pull away, and is practically sprawling in her lap when the thunder sounds again, the storm seeming to gather strength with every passing moment. She wraps both arms around the shuddering figure of her co-worker and sways her gently from side to side, murmuring words of comfort into her ear and laying her cheek atop Amanda's head. Olivia has often fantasized about having Amanda in her bed, extremely attracted to the other woman right from the start, but has never imagined it happening like this.
The smaller detective is stuck to her like glue, Olivia unable to resist planting a soothing kiss on unruly blonde tresses as the rumbling continues unabated outside. She hears Amanda give a faint hum of what sounds like contentment and approval, pressing another kiss to her head in an effort to ease her fear and make her feel safe and secure.
Amanda's face tilts to the side as if asking for more, Olivia obliging right away and intending on placing a third light, platonic kiss to her hair. Just as her mouth is descending again, Amanda abruptly turns her head and lifts her chin, their lips colliding softly.
Olivia freezes immediately and feels Amanda do the same, their lips resting gingerly together as they sit there unmoving, her thoughts spinning in wild circles and her heart pumping erratically. She knows she should pull away and put some distance between them, but can't seem to make herself do it no matter how hard she tries, Amanda remaining firmly in place as well.
The longer they linger in this ridiculous, frozen position on the bed, the more Olivia panics, reminding herself sternly that she's supposed to be comforting her colleague, not making out with her. But she supposes it can't be considered 'making out' if they're rendered completely motionless on the sheets, matching statues rooted in a lip lock that might stretch out for eternity if one of them doesn't gather enough courage to make a move.
When lightning brightens the room again and another roar of thunder sounds, their mouths are suddenly moving in tandem, caressing together tentatively at first before the gesture deepens into something more passionate. Olivia is overcome with arousal as she slides one hand into silken blonde locks rumpled from a restless night of bad weather, and the other across the thin material of Amanda's pajama top, her fingertips grazing the bare skin of her hip when Amanda leans into her.
"I'm sorry," her co-worker gasps into her mouth, Olivia swallowing back a moan as Amanda's strong hand massages the back of her neck before slipping into her hair to give her scalp a pleasant scratch. "I didn't mean to invite myself into your bed and start kissing you. I really was scared. Pretty stupid for a Georgia gal to be afraid of storms, huh? It's my secret shame...or, it was."
"First of all, I invited you in here," Olivia points out as she pulls away to catch her breath, Amanda's blue eyes wide and shining with blatant desire as they stare intensely at each other. "So you don't need to apologize for that. I should be the one apologizing to you. I only meant to comfort you. And you don't need to be ashamed because you're afraid of something, Amanda. It's okay."
"You are comforting me," Amanda insists raggedly as Olivia finds herself pulled into another steamy kiss, their arms winding tightly around each other. "I feel much better already."
"Do you?" Olivia is amused by the other woman's response as the kiss deepens again, but the humor quickly turns into lust as Amanda straddles her lap and grinds into her with increasing intensity.
"You know what would be a good distraction from the storm?" Amanda's voice is a breathy murmur in her ear, and Olivia shivers at the close proximity of the younger woman's body, overwhelmed by the scent of coconut shampoo emanating from the blonde hair, and the force of her own raging libido.
"What's that?" She can barely speak now, her heart is pounding so furiously with arousal, a dampness taking up residence at the juncture of her thighs as Amanda grinds against her more urgently.
"A long, hard fuck."
Olivia is struck speechless at her reply and wonders if it's possible to orgasm merely from Amanda's suggestion, when the loudest crash of thunder yet finally brings her back to her senses and she leans away slightly, panting and perspiring as she struggles to get ahold of herself. "We probably shouldn't be doing this, Amanda."
"Why not?"
"We work together. It might makes things awkward at the precinct."
"But I've already soaked through my underwear, Liv. I'm dripping."
"Jesus." Olivia's core tightens with want, and it feels like she might explode from the carnal images in her head alone, unable to stop herself from wondering what the real thing would feel like with Amanda...and taste like.
"Do you think I should take them off before I get your lap all wet?" Amanda's voice is brimming with innocence as she continues to straddle her and gyrate into her thighs, those big blue eyes blinking at her angelically.
"Too late for that," Olivia answers with casual sensuality, deciding two can play this game. "I'm soaked as well. Absolutely drenched, actually."
"Well, maybe we should both take our underwear off, then," Amanda says in a reasonable tone, but Olivia can detect the excitement and eagerness beneath the artificial calm, acknowledging that she feels the same way.
"Who says I'm wearing any?"
The look of delighted shock on Amanda's replaces the teasing smirk, Olivia licking her lips in anticipation when the younger woman's hand lands softly on the waistband of her pajama shorts, fingertips toying curiously with the waistband.
Her breath catches in her throat as one slender finger dips inside in languid exploration and grazes her neatly trimmed curls, biting the inside of her cheek when the digit moves lower with torturous leisure and comes to rest on the stiff point of her clit. Amanda's finger is just beginning to circle the slippery, swollen bundle of nerves, a moan of ecstasy escaping Olivia's lips as goosebumps run the length of her body, when her cell phone suddenly rings on the nightstand, the sound shrill and unwelcome amid their erotic encounter.
"Nooo," she groans in desperation, squeezing her eyes shut when she hears a similar ring from Amanda's phone in the living room a moment later, and knows they are both being called in for a new case.
"It's okay," Amanda assures her as they rest their foreheads together and try to regulate their breathing, although her colleague sounds just as frustrated as she feels. "I can come back when we're done. These storms are supposed to last for a few days and I might need you to comfort me again."
Olivia laughs tiredly and strokes her hand over Amanda's prominent cheekbone, wanting nothing more than to ignore her responsibilities and hide away with this woman forever in the cocoon of intimacy they have created. "If my snoring won't bother you again, you're welcome to come back whenever you please."
"Oh, I don't think your snoring is going to be a problem, Liv," Amanda says confidently, Olivia shivering with pleasure as the other woman presses down firmly on her clit before removing her hand from her shorts and placing a lingering kiss on her lips, the gesture a promise of things to come. "I'm not planning on either of us getting much sleep next time."