A/N: First of all, thank you so so much for the very nice comments some of you left for Lunch chapter 8. It feels so good to write again, and even better knowing that there are still Rolivia shippers around. Second, I can't tell you how long this fic has been living in my drafts. I think I got the idea from some very random discussion on Twitter, many, many months ago. And here we are. This is JUST for fun. Extremely OOC. Basically what this show would look like if it was a silly, sapphic sitcom. I had so much fun finishing this, and I hope you have fun reading it!

Set right after S21E5 (At Midnight In Manhattan)

"Now can I take off?" Fin asks from where he's standing in the doorway, looking at Olivia first before glancing over at Amanda who is closer to sleep than consciousness on the captain's couch. Before Olivia can respond, he nods in Amanda's direction. "Why are you still here?"

"I'm not here." Amanda mumbles without opening her eyes, throwing an arm over her face, shooing him away with a tired wave for good measure.

"I'm waiting on Carisi-" Olivia says, unsuccessfully suppressing a yawn, "and some papers I need to sign. And she's-" Here, she gestures at the blonde, "too tired to move."

"Well-" Fin says, shrugging before looking over his shoulder in the direction of the darkened, mostly empty squad room, "everyone else is gone-"

"Go home, sergeant." Olivia interrupts, an apologetic look on her face. "Wish I could give you a week's vacation."

"You and me both." He utters under his breath, leaving the two women alone.

The silence feels different after shifts like these. After running on mainly caffeine, adrenaline and duty, there's something different in the way everything goes quiet almost all at once. And even though she can blame it on being too tired to move all she wants, deep down, and maybe with a gun to her head, Amanda would be forced to admit that she finds great comfort in sharing this silence with Olivia.

It just feels right.

So she steals a glimpse at her, not allowing it to be more than a couple of seconds, but enough to feel that unmistakable, familiar flutter in her chest.

That feeling when it's just the two of them.

She smiles when the captain leans her head back against the chair, closing her eyes, looking like she could fall asleep in a heartbeat. And then her smile falters when their silence is interrupted by a knock.

"Sorry about the wait-" Carisi says when he enters the office, holding a stack of folders in one hand and a box in the other. Dropping the folders on Olivia's desk first, he then turns to Amanda, offering the box to her as she stretches her body after sitting herself up. "Peace offering?" He mumbles, awkwardly, clearly aware of how they're not alone.

"You… baked?" Amanda asks, suspiciously accepting the box and cracking the lid open, yawning while inspecting the insides of the small container. "When did you have time to bake?"

"Not me." Carisi responds, "My sister dropped them off earlier. But I figured you guys needed this more than me."

"Hell, I can't remember the last time I ate." Amanda shrugs, grabbing one of the cookies before passing the box over to Olivia.

"You don't want one?" Olivia asks, directing her question at Carisi who is already moving towards the door.

"Nah, I'm good." The ADA shakes his head. "See you guys tomorrow. Unfortunately."

"Carisi?" Amanda calls out after him, making him pop his head back in. "Good work this weekend." She says, and with her mouth half full, she adds a polite nod and a mumbled "counselor".

"I think your phone is buzzing." Olivia says, eyeing Amanda's purse on their way towards the elevator.

Fumbling and fishing her phone out of the shoulder bag, Amanda groans when she sees the caller ID.

"Carisi-" She starts, unable to hold back the frustration in her voice, rolling her eyes at the woman standing next to her. "I swear to god. We're ok. It was just a stupid fight."

"No, uhm, Rollins-" He stutters, sounding nervous. "It's not that."

"Then what? We're finally getting out of here-"

"You can't leave." Carisi says, in the same moment as the two women step into the elevator. "You can't go home." He adds.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Watching the scene in front of her unfold, and catching how Amanda's eyes change from a confused squint to wide open and filled with rage, Olivia pauses her outstretched hand, ready to push the button that is supposed to move them to the parking garage.

"What?" Comes the angered response, in the same moment as Amanda reaches over to grab Olivia's arm, as if she doesn't quite know what to do with her limbs. "Tell me you're joking."

"What?" Olivia asks, frowning and shaking her head hesitantly, before she more or less stumbles out of the elevator as Amanda hangs up the phone, dragging them back towards the squad room.

"Come here-" Amanda whispers, eyeing their surroundings anxiously, giving the receptionist an awkward smile as they pass him.

"Amanda-" Olivia says, wiggling her arm free in the same moment as they reach her office. "What is going on?"

"This is not my fault-" Amanda says, closing the office door before pressing her hands together, as if she's already begging for mercy.

"What exactly isn't your fault?"

"The cookies-" Amanda starts, using her hands to cover her face before her eyes meet Olivia's again. "They weren't… Apparently there was a mix up, and they weren't regular cookies."

"What do you mea-" All color seems to drain from Olivia's face all at once as the realization hits her, full force. Then, a gasp, followed by a series of "no, no, no, no!"

Before the captain can do or say anything else, Amanda is back on her phone, calling Carisi and putting him on speaker.

"Where are you?" She asks, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Actually I don't care. Just go to Liv's and pick up Noah. She'll text her nanny and let her know you're coming." Here she gestures at the brunette standing across from her, pointing at the purse hanging from her arm. "Then tell him that we're still stuck at work and you're taking him to have a sleepover at my place." And you're gonna make it the best fucking sleepover in the history of sleepovers because those kids haven't seen their mothers for three fucking days. Do you hear me? I'm talking snacks, video games, pizza, ice cream-"

"I hear ya-" Carisi interrupts. "I'm sorry, ok? I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't know, you idiot."

It takes them a solid forty minutes of pacing back and forth, all while contemplating their options; Throwing up, and then realizing it's probably too late; Calling Carisi's sister just to give her a piece of their minds, realizing it wouldn't fix anything anyway; and finally, accepting defeat and the fact that they won't be going home for several hours.

"Maybe it's all a misunderstanding-" Amanda says, chewing down on her lip, crossing her legs on Olivia's couch where they are now seated. "Because I can't feel anything. I feel fine." She looks to the woman next to her, waiting for a response, trying really hard to pretend that she doesn't notice that floating sensation in her body. "How about you?" She asks, forcing herself to hold back a giggle when she hears the sound of her own voice. It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?

When a long moment has passed, and Olivia still hasn't said anything, Amanda pokes the captain's upper arm with a single finger. "Hello?"

Blinking slowly, as if her brain is moving through molasses, Olivia eventually turns her head to Amanda, who is now absentmindedly twirling a loose strand of hair.

"Do you ever think about, like, the ocean?" Olivia asks, her voice lowered in a serious tone.

Amanda pauses mid-twirl, her face scrunching up as if this is the most profound question she's ever been asked. She lowers her hand, looking at her captain with grave intensity.

"Oh, constantly. It's like a giant soup, right?" She responds, turning to face Olivia fully. "A soup of fish and, and whales and... seaweed croutons."

Olivia's eyes widen, looking like Amanda has just unlocked the secrets of the universe. She shifts on the couch, excitedly grabbing Amanda's hands. "Croutons!" She exclaims, squeezing the hands she's clutching. "Exactly. And we just, live above it. We're on the crunchy top layer."

Gasping and sitting up straighter, Amanda's mouth open in awe. "Totally." She nods. " And like, everything in the ocean is just... eating everything else, you know?" Here, she frees her hands, gesturing from one side to the other. "Fish eat fish, sharks eat fish, and fish eat... littler fish. It's like a never-ending buffet."

Olivia furrows her brows at this, as if she's truly concentrating now, chewing on her lower lip. She leans forward, whispering like she's about to reveal a cosmic truth. "It's the circle of life, but... wet."

A spontaneous chuckle escapes Amanda when the realization hits, leading to her covering her mouth, failing to hold back the giggle that follows. "I can't-" She laughs, taking deep breaths to control the laughter as she takes in the petrified look on Olivia's face and the way she's now gripping the edge of the couch.

"Amanda-" Olivia says, continuing with a whisper. "What if the ocean is trying to eat us too? You ever feel like the ocean's... waiting? Just waiting for us to mess up?"

Suddenly struck with panic, Amanda freezes, her face shifting from amusement to horror. "Every time I go swimming, I'm like, is this it?" She says, throwing her arms out before pointing at herself. "Is this how I become fish food? I mean, I'm basically a walking sushi roll."

Olivia nods in agreement, staring at Amanda first before her eyes land on the empty floor in front of them. "Do you think we're part of the buffet?" She asks, the concern palpable in her question.

The room falls silent as they both stare off into the distance, the weight of this revelation settling over them like a thick fog. Slowly, Olivia rolls her head to the side, glancing at Amanda.

"You know what we have to do now, right?" She says, not waiting for Amanda to respond before she moves to her desk and opens her laptop. "We gotta see The Lion King. On Broadway. It's the only thing that makes sense."

"Oh my god-" Amanda mumbles, moving to the chair facing the captain's desk where she sinks down. "The circle of life. I mean, we've been talking about it forever. It's a sign."

Nodding eagerly, Olivia squints her eyes at the screen in front of her, pausing what she's doing when she starts patting her own face.

"What are you doing?" Amanda asks in confusion, licking her dry lips.

"Looking for my glasses-" Olivia responds, covering her eyes with her hands. "I don't think they're here."

"They're in front of you." The other woman points out, slowly reaching towards the table, using one finger to push the specs in Olivia's direction. "Here."

Peeking out from behind her fingers, Olivia looks to the glasses, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank god." Meticulously, and with great care, she puts the glasses on, stretching her hands and cracking her knuckles. "How many tickets do we need?"

"Ten." Amanda responds immediately. "Definitely ten."

"That's like-" Looking down, the captain starts counting her fingers. "Many, many dollars."

Amanda, with a most serious expression on her face, leans in then, resting her arms on the desk. "Yes-" She says, "but what other choice do we have?"

Staring at the detective for a long moment, considering this deeply, Olivia finally nods. And without questioning the logic behind any of this, she effectively types in her credit card information before gesturing for Amanda to move from the chair and join her behind the desk.

"Wanna do the honors?" Olivia says, pointing at the small button asking if they want to confirm the purchase.

"Ok-" Amanda says, inhaling slowly through her nose as if she is faced with a great challenge. But when she clicks the button, her expression quickly turns into a full grin. "We did it."

"The circle of life-" Olivia whispers, eyes wide when she turns to look at the woman standing behind her, "is ours."

The laughing fit that transpires next might last two minutes, might last two hours. It's hard to tell in their shared daze. But when the laughter eventually dies down, with Amanda more or less hunched over Olivia's shoulder, the absurdity quickly turns to something else when their eyes meet.

Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, there's this weird tension in the air between them, intensified when Olivia spins her chair slowly, moving until they're face to face, with Amanda leaning her hands against the armrest.

"Liv-" Amanda says, her cheeks flushed, their faces just inches apart. "I have to tell you something." Her eyes glance down towards the captain's lips, slightly parted, the smallest twitch that is almost a smile but not quite.

"What?" Olivia mumbles, studying the blonde's face intently, looking as if she's holding her breath.

"I-" Amanda starts, clearing her throat, "I really have to pee."

Blinking, Olivia eyes the woman standing in front of her from top to bottom, and then, with a frown, she speaks. "Then... go pee?"

Amanda looks nervously at the office door, her eyes darting toward the sleek glass panels that separate Olivia's office from the squad room, lowering her voice to a worried whisper.

"I can't!" She says. "Frank is still out there, and if I go out like this-" Here, she gestures towards herself. "He'll know."

Still frowning, Olivia turns her head slowly to follow Amanda's gaze, in the direction of Frank, the officer on reception duty, her brain still catching up.

"Know... what?" She asks.

Clutching Olivia's arm, Amanda's eyes turn wide and frantic. "That I'm high." She says, letting go only to start a quick pace back and forth across the room. "He'll see it in my face, in… in my walk. I'll totally give it away. He's like, a receptionist super spy."

The captain stares at her then, obvious in the way she's trying to bite back a laugh, but essentially failing. She snorts, which sets Amanda off, stopping mid pace to cross her arms definitely over her chest, half-laughing, half-panicking.

"This isn't funny!" Amanda hisses, pointing to her stomach next. "I'm gonna burst. You don't understand... I can't face him alone. You have to come with me."

Olivia blinks again, then raises her hand slowly, sighing loudly. "Fine." She says, watching as Amanda shifts in place, clearly on the verge of a bathroom emergency. "But we're gonna have to be sneaky. Like bathroom ninjas."

"Yes!" Amanda responds, expressing a sense of success, while still maintaining a worried manner. "What are you doing?" She asks when Olivia, instead of moving from her chair, shifts her focus to the laptop.

"Uhm-" The captain gives Amanda an overbearing look as she presses a final key. "I'm obviously printing the tickets?"

"Oooh-" Amanda nods, rolling her eyes at her own ignorance. "Duh."

A moment later, they're standing in front of the office door, side by side, each of them waiting for the other to open it.

"We have to be cool." Olivia says, boring her eyes into Amanda's, in the same moment as she slowly moves a hand towards the handle.

"Cool-" Amanda says, shaking her shoulders as if she's preparing herself for a battle. "So cool."

With the door now slightly ajar, Amanda peeks out through the crack like they're about to infiltrate a high-security area. Her eyes dart left and right, scanning the empty room, before she looks to Frank.

"Let's go." Olivia whispers.

They slip out, moving awkwardly, as if trying to walk normally but failing, rather spectacularly. Amanda clutches Olivia's arm like it's a lifeline as they make their way toward the restroom. The receptionist's desk looms just ahead, and Amanda freezes, yanking Olivia back.

"There he is!" She says in a hushed tone. "Do I look high? I look high, don't I?

Squinting, Olivia studies her, taking her in as best as she can in her current state.

"You look perfect." The brunette mumbles, not entirely sure what compelled her to say something like that. But there's no time for a deep dive into her feelings, so she quickly adds. "Just… walk like you're normal."

"Normal." Amanda repeats, taking a deep breath before she starts walking again, stiffly, her movements robotic. She stumbles slightly, clutching Olivia tighter as they speed-walk the last steps toward the man a few feet away from them. Just as they reach it, Frank finally glances up, giving them a polite nod.

"Still here?" He asks, flashing them a crooked, confused smile.

"Mhm!" Comes the fast, high pitched response from Olivia.

Amanda freezes mid-step then, and for a split second, it looks like she might bolt in the opposite direction. But Olivia gives her a little nudge, and the blonde forces a strained smile in Frank's direction. His gaze lingers for a second, before his focus shifts back to the book in his hands. Amanda lets out a shaky breath as they finally slip past him, their pace quickening as they get closer to the restrooms, the door closing behind them with a soft click a moment later.

Rushing to the nearest stall, Amanda yanks the door open, disappearing inside while Olivia looks at herself in the bathroom mirror, grinning to herself.

"That was the most terrifying thing I've ever done." Comes Amanda's shaky voice from the stall, followed by a sigh of relief as her bladder is finally emptied.

Still grinning, Olivia blinks repeatedly to get her reflection into focus. "You were a warrior out there." She says. "I'm so impressed." She hears a snort from behind the locked door, followed by the sound of the toilet being flushed. She turns when Amanda exits the stall, eyeing the blonde as she moves towards the sink where she starts washing her hands, suddenly she remembers the question she's been dying to ask, just waiting for the right moment. And that moment, Olivia decides, is right now.

"Can I ask you something?" The captain says, her expression serious when their eyes meet in the mirror. "Are you and Carisi sleeping together?"

Taken aback, Amanda stops the process of drying her hands. But her genuine look of confusion quickly turns to an excited smile. "Oh-" She exclaims, throwing the paper in the trash before clapping her hands together. "A game!"

"What do you mean?" The other woman asks, suspiciously.

Motioning between them, Amanda explains, "You ask me questions, I ask you questions. Fun!" Again, she claps her hands, more or less bouncing on the floor before she stops, shaking her head. "And no, I am not sleeping with Carisi."

And so, this is how they find themselves seated on the bathroom floor, legs crossed, both agreeing that what they're doing is bordering on disgusting, while also agreeing that they're not ready to face Frank again, at least not yet.

"What about your old partner?" Amanda mumbles, after a long and random exchange of secrets and previously untold stories, confessions ranging from innocent to downright scandalous. "Did you ever sleep with him?"

Busy picking apart a piece of gum wrapper, Olivia stops the movement of her hands, looking up from her lap to meet Amanda's eyes.

"No-" She says, glancing around the room as if she's reconstructing her answer. "I wanted to, sometimes, but you know… He was married."

"And you were not." Amanda says, speaking with a sense of deep profoundness, as if she's revealing a secret about Olivia that neither of them have been aware of, until now.

"I was not." Olivia confirms. "That's the thing isn't it. He was, and I wasn't." She throws her hands out, nodding, mostly to herself. "That's the thing."

"That is the thing." Amanda says, nodding too.

"My turn." The brunette says, shifting, ruffling her hair. "Did you really consider marrying Al?"

"Nah-" Amanda mumbles, waving the question away before she moves closer to the other woman. "I never loved him."

There's a new question lingering between them now, something about "who do you love?"

But even in this strange setting, where certain boundaries have been wiped out and replaced with a new sense of vulnerability, neither of them allow those words to be spoken.

"Ok-" Amanda eventually says, reaching out to place her hands on Olivia's bent knees, a devilish smile on her face. "Tell me about your most secret fantasy."

"Pass." Comes the immediate response, followed by a dry chuckle.

"Liv, come on-" The blonde pouts. "It's just me. I don't even have to look at you." Here, she turns around, staring blankly at the wall across the room.

There's a beat, a moment for Olivia to think this over, finding that her mind is still mostly comfortably clouded and blurred.

"You know that if I tell you this-" She says, inhaling slowly. "I'll have to kill you at some point."

Amanda shrugs. "I feel like it's worth it."

"Fine." Olivia sighs. "Ok, so-" Her eyes planted on Amanda's back, she grabs the detective's shoulders, motioning for her to turn back around. "Don't judge me." She says, pointing a stern finger at Amanda. "But… I've always wanted to watch someone, make themselves…" She trails off, chewing on her lip, eyes falling down between them.

"Come?" Amanda asks, grinning.

"No touching-" Olivia clarifies, allowing their eyes to meet again. "Just watch. From start to finish."

Nodding slowly, Amanda takes in what the other woman has just told her. "Ok-" She starts, "but while that is undoubtedly very hot, it's not very-"

"With a woman." Olivia interrupts, quickly, lifting a hand to cover her mouth as if she wants to retract her confession immediately.

"Oh." Amanda responds, eyes growing wider. "That's new."

Shifting again, and this time clearly uncomfortable, the captain seems to weigh her words before she speaks again.

"You surprised?" She finally asks.

"I don't know." Amanda mumbles, realizing suddenly that she's holding onto Olivia's knees again, unable to stop how she's inching herself closer, just a little. The thing is, she's been high before, but never, not ever, has she felt this uncontrollable surge of heat in her body, this sudden need to rid herself of every piece of clothing all at once, and just act on what her body not only wants, but craves.

I'm gonna kiss her, she thinks. I'm just gonna do it.

But in the same moment as she leans in, there's a soft knock and then a crack.

"Captain Benson?" Comes the sound of Frank's voice. "Are you alright in here?"

Blinking to break the eye contact she was just holding with Amanda, Olivia clears her throat. "We're fine."

"Ok-" Frank says, dragging the word out, clearly confused about what's going on. "Just letting you know that I'm heading home, but I'll let the front desk downstairs know that you're still here."

"Thanks." The brunette mumbles, unable to look away from the woman seated in front of her.

The seconds seem to drag on as Frank leaves them alone, the door closed shut behind him, silence filling the room as they keep looking at each other with growing intensity.

"It's your turn." Amanda eventually says, and for the second time tonight, her eyes once again dart towards Olivia's mouth, wondering simultaneously if the moment has passed, if the weed might be leaving her system, and why she is still so desperate to press her lips against hers.

"What's your secret fantasy?" Olivia asks, surprising both of them when she reaches out to toy with the lapels of Amanda's shirt.

She could put an end to this right here, Amanda figures. She could come up with something silly and definitely not suggestive, and somehow move them up and away from this floor, and into the break room, proposing a much needed nap to sleep off the rest of the cannabis.

But she's not clear headed enough for that. So instead, she glances towards the door, and back to Olivia. "Not here" she says, lifting herself up, reaching out a hand for Olivia to grab and making her way towards the exit.

"Oh-" Olivia says when they're halfway through the squad room, pausing to look at the printer. "Our tickets."

Groaning first and sighing after, Amanda pulls at the other woman's hand. "They can wait." She says, moving them back inside Olivia's office where she closes and locks the door, guiding the captain to her couch, making her sit.

"Uhm-" Gulping, Olivia looks at Amanda nervously then, two hands raised as if she's surrendering to something, without knowing what that something is. "What are you doing?"

"You really wanna know what my fantasy is?" Amanda says, throwing caution to the wind and ignoring how reckless her behavior actually is as she straddles the brunette.

"I don't know, I'm scared-" Olivia responds, but there's humor in her voice, an adorable mix between panic and amusement, making Amanda giggle while leaning in closer.

"You." She says, letting the admission linger between them, registering Olivia's silent reaction. Aligning her lips with the other woman's ear, she continues. "Everything about you is my fantasy."

"Amanda-" Olivia says, shifting slightly on the couch, clearly unsure of what to do with her hands, and the rest of her body for that matter.

"We're gonna pretend tonight never happened, right?" The detective mumbles, realizing that they're probably more sober than stoned by now, and still unable to stop the small rock in her hips. This definitely feels like a point of no return, and if Olivia won't step on any brakes, she won't either.

"Right." The captain nods, her eyes shifting to where Amanda is now toying with the top buttons of her yellow shirt.

"We never got high in your office." Amanda continues, three buttons popped open.

Breathing heavily, Olivia shakes her head. "Nope."

"And-" Amanda says, untucking the shirt from her pants, revealing a simple bra, and a lot of naked skin. "You never told me about how you wanna watch a woman make herself come-"

"Never." Olivia agrees, their eyes now locked.

"And I never got in your lap-" Amanda mumbles, fumbling with her belt. "and did this."

She leans in, slowly enough for Olivia to register what is about to happen, slowly enough for her to stop this if she wants to, but when she doesn't, there is only a sense of clouded bliss as their lips meet, a hum from Amanda first, followed by Olivia moaning into it, shallow at first before it goes deeper when Amanda's tongue enters her mouth.

With her shirt now fully unbuttoned, hanging loosely on Amanda's shoulders, she smiles when she leans back, more confident now that she knows that her lust is mutual, reveling in how brown eyes move over her lower belly, up her naked stomach, landing on her bra covered breasts.

It's not a big deal, honestly. The bra certainly isn't sexy or anything special. And Olivia has seen her in a state of undress on more than one occasion. But, it is a big deal because Amanda has never straddled her lap before. Has never seen Olivia's dark eyes darken like this before. And they have definitely never kissed before.

"We can still pretend this never happened-" Amanda says, in the same moment as she unclips the badge from her belt, placing it down next to them. "I can stop-"

"No-" Olivia says, the word slipping out of her fast, and with a sense of desperation. "Don't stop."

"Ok-" Amanda mumbles, her lips twitching into a grin as she slides off her belt, letting it fall to the floor with a thump before she starts working the top button of her pants.

In the otherwise quiet room, the sound of her zipper feels deafening, making both of them hold their breath; Amanda from knowing that Olivia is now getting a glimpse of white lace, Olivia from realizing that her original fantasy don't hold a candle to the real thing.

As if she's reading her mind, Amanda leans in again, her mouth just an inch from Olivia's. "This what you wanted?" She teases, fingertips tracing the top of her underwear, daring to move beneath the thin fabric.

"Yes-" Olivia breathes, bobbing her head before capturing Amanda's lips, breaking the kiss only when a groan rumbles up from the blonde's chest, in the same moment as her hand slips further down.

"Fuck-" Amanda says, forcing herself to move slowly, to not act on her immediate need to reach climax at record speed. So she breathes, inhaling, in and out, gradually adding more pressure. Resting her forehead against Olivia's, she rolls her hips, noticing how the other woman is shifting underneath her, clearly seeking some kind of friction of her own. "You too-" She mumbles, moaning softly, "I want you to touch yourself too."

Their position might not be ideal, but they make it work; Amanda lifting herself up a few inches to make room for Olivia and the way she frantically undoes her black jeans, one hand effectively plunging down between her own legs.

"Jesus-" The captain gasps, her free hand moving to grip Amanda's thigh, encouraging the constant sway in her hips, the way she's shamelessly fucking herself, as if nothing exists beyond this room, beyond this very moment.

"You hear that?" Amanda asks, her movements becoming more intense, switching between circling her clit, to sliding two fingers inside, riding her own hand. "That's what you do to me."

A mix between a sigh and a low cry fills the room as Olivia moves from Amanda's thigh to the back of her head, pulling her in for another kiss. Except it's less a kiss, and more them just leaning into it, mouths open, lips touching, tongues touching, while Amanda's grip on the back of the couch tightens.

"I'm already close-" The brunette mumbles, her hoarse voice laced with both arousal and surprise, as if she has completely relinquished control of her own body, freely giving herself to whatever is happening between them.

Nodding, and struggling to form coherent words, Amanda shifts the focus to her clit again, noticing that familiar feeling of something tightening deep within her. "Me too-" She manages to breathe out, lips forming a thin line as she prepares her body for a quickly approaching orgasm.

Who comes first, she's not entirely sure. That floating sensation from before, when the weed first made its way through her system, is now returning with full steam. But better this time, running through her, ebbing and flowing like waves, enhanced by how she can feel, and hear, that Olivia is experiencing the very same pleasure.

Breathing heavily, they take a few moments to return to their own bodies, neither of them quite knowing what to do next. But when she lifts her head, reminding herself that she was, after all, the one who initiated this, Amanda takes the first step.

"I lied." She mumbles, lifting her hand, daring to let her wet fingers rest against Olivia's lips, feeling how the ability to breathe properly once again leaves her when the brunette closes her mouth around the two digits, swirling her tongue around them to lick her clean.

"About what?" Olivia asks after releasing the fingers, her voice even huskier than before.

"I don't think I can pretend that this never happened." Amanda says, convinced that there's still a fair amount of cannabis in her system because never in her life has she ever felt this exposed, taking risks like she is now.

But the smile in Olivia's eyes helps. The tilt of her head. The way she cups her face to kiss her again. "Me neither." She says. "I think we've pretended long enough."

"Don't tell me you guys spent the night here?" Kat says, whistling a tune of admiration as she fills her coffee mug. "After the weekend we had? Talk about commitment."

Confused, Amanda sits up in the top bunk, squinting around the brightly lit break room, leaning over the edge to see that Olivia is gradually waking up in the bed underneath hers.

It takes a second before she remembers the moment when they realized it was 3 am in the morning, followed by their subsequent decision to sleep off the rest of the weed in the break room, luckily being lucid enough to sleep in separate beds.

"Yeah, uhm-" Olivia mumbles, "paperwork and it got late." She coughs once, twice, groaning softly as she turns and swings her legs over the side of the bed.

They get a suspicious look from Kat, her eyes moving from bottom to top bunk, and down again, clearly not buying the explanation given, at least not fully.

"Was this the paperwork?" Fin asks dryly from the doorway, looking at the two women, wiggling ten tickets to The Lion King in his hand.