This chapter contains detailed sexual content so please be aware of that before reading, if this is not your thing. I know some readers prefer friendship rather than romance. I love both of them equally, so I'll continue to post a mixture of those genres so there is something for both types of fans. The next snippet will be a friendship one. :)

This chapter takes place the morning after Olivia and Amanda's undercover op in the motel in season 24, but with a few changes: Amanda never married Carisi and is not in any kind of relationship with him. Also, Jesse, Billie and Frannie don't exist here.

Title: The Rain

Genre: Romance/friendship

Rating: M

Season: 24

Episode: 9 (And a Trauma in a Pear Tree)

The light patter of rain against the window is the first thing Amanda notices when she awakens in the otherwise quiet room, the small space cozy and shrouded in shadows.

She stretches her arms high above her head and opens her eyes, taking note of her mild hungover before instantly freezing with the realization that she is not alone in the bed. For a split second, she is shocked to see the nude form of Olivia Benson, her soon-to-be ex-captain lying beside her on the sheets, before it all comes flooding back to her: their pretend threesome to catch the motel pervert in the act; the boxed wine and chatter and laughter on the bed; and the fake intimacy soon turning into the real thing as they had made love for the first time.

It had seemed inevitable that this would happen at some point, a natural conclusion to the gradual evolution of their relationship over the past decade: from the early years of animosity and distrust when they were newly acquainted and had just begun working together; to the surprising friendship that had blossomed in the wake of all that messy and complicated drama; to the deepening of that companionship and affection into mutual attraction and simmering sexual tension that continued to grow until it was on the verge of explosion.

That heightening tension had finally come to a satisfyingly erotic resolution the night before, the cheap alcohol giving Amanda that extra bit of courage she needed to lean across the bed they were sharing and plant a soft kiss on Olivia's lips. After a terrifyingly lengthy pause, in which Amanda was positive that she had made a huge mistake and misread the other woman's signals, prepared to blame it on the booze and steeling herself for heartbreaking rejection, Olivia had graced her with a sweet but shy smile and returned the gesture.

That first kiss, so long-awaited and nerve-wracking and everything she hoped it would be, had led to the best sex of Amanda's life, the initial hesitancy quickly giving way to desperate need and pure passion. There had been something so profound in the act of revealing their true feelings for one another and finally letting themselves go after all these years, the exquisite beauty of their intimacy bringing tears to Amanda's eyes as they had held each other close and reveled in the afterglow, exchanging tender "I love yous" in the darkness.

She watches as Olivia's eyelids flutter open, those deep brown orbs taking a moment to focus before they fix intently on her, the brunette's nipples hardening in the cool air and causing Amanda's heart to flutter. She knows she should cover Olivia up to protect her from the chill, but is mesmerized by the stunning beauty of the older woman, her skin luminous in the dim morning light as a waterfall of dark hair spills across the pillowcase.

"Hi," Amanda whispers tentatively, and it's the first time she can remember feeling bashful in Olivia's presence.

"Hi," Olivia whispers back, her voice raspy with sleep as a timid smile pulls at her mouth.

Amanda feels a wave of relief as she returns the smile and sees Olivia's lips widen into a grin, an impish twinkle in her eye. "So that was quite the undercover op. A little different than usual," she ventures casually, the expression on Olivia's face inducing hope that there will be no regret at what had taken place between these sheets several hours ago and the endearments that had been whispered in the aftermath.

"It was," Olivia agrees softly, a slight frown pulling on her brows as she seems to become aware of something and reaches over to grasp onto a corner of the quilt. "We've definitely never had one like that before, have we?"

"Hey, you don't have to do that," Amanda admonishes lightly, her hand catching Olivia's as her gaze sweeps appreciatively over those gorgeous bare curves and lingers on the neatly trimmed patch of hair between the captain's legs. "You don't have to cover yourself. I want to see you in the light of day. You're stunning, Liv."

"Thank you," Olivia murmurs as a pretty pink blush stains her cheeks, arching a playful eyebrow at Amanda in return. "And so are you. But why I am the only one lying here completely exposed while you're buried under the blankets?"

"I got cold during the night," Amanda chuckles as she immediately pushes the bedding away from her body and kicks it into a heap onto the floor, her arms spreading wide in a dramatic display of her nudity. "But here I am for your viewing pleasure, in all my naked glory."

Olivia gives a snort of laughter and extends her arm to run a teasing fingernail along Amanda's rib cage, muttering about what a great view it is and prompting an undignified squeal in response to the tickling. The brunette continues to glide the digit languidly along her sides as each rib is traced precisely in turn, Amanda beginning to breathe a bit harder as goosebumps line her skin and she feels a dampness at the juncture of her thighs.

"I think you're gonna need to move that finger a little higher or a little lower," she urges raggedly, thrusting her chest out and spreading her legs in invitation, her heart knocking wildly beneath the area that Olivia is so torturously touching. "Either location is fine with me."

"Hmm, which location should I choose, then?" Olivia walks two fingers up pale skin that is quickly becoming blotched and clammy, halting just beneath one of Amanda's breasts before turning in the opposite direction and strolling downward.

When she stops on Amanda's mound and simply taps a fingertip against the blond curls that reside there, as if deep in thought and unable to make a decision, Amanda groans in aroused agony. She sees the smug smirk pulling at Olivia's lips, the blatant desire sparkling in those large dark eyes as one finger continues its descent and circles the throbbing knot of her clit just once before pulling away.

"Ugh, you're killing me here, Liv." Amanda can't stop the restless whine that tumbles from her mouth, growing more desperate for Olivia's touch with every passing second.

"You're really wet already," Olivia observes in a wondrous, breathy tone, her eyes widening as she holds the glistening digit up as evidence. "I barely touched you and my finger is soaked."

Amanda merely hums in agreement, so turned on that she can hardly form words at this point, uttering both a snicker and a drawn-out moan at Olivia's next words.

"You know, my finger is a bit worn out from all the fun last night but my tongue could use some exercise."

"Even better!" Amanda gasps, widening her legs further in anticipation when Olivia begins crawling down the mattress to the end of the bed, still having trouble wrapping her head around what had taken place between them the night before and what is happening right now.

She can scarcely believe that her captain is nestled snugly between her thighs, smiling up at her with a combination of lust and love, Amanda's heart skipping a beat as she stares back at her with heavy-lidded eyes and a rapidly pounding heart. Her breath catches in her throat when she feels a thumb on either side of her labia, Olivia gently pulling her folds apart and opening her fully to the cool air, her clit twitching eagerly as it emerges from its hood.

Amanda's heart practically shudders to a stop inside her chest as the older woman continues to hold her open for a moment, her movements unhurried as she gazes reverently at the most private part of her. She has never let herself be so vulnerable in a relationship before, feeling both sensuous and safe in Olivia's presence, the two of them falling into a natural rhythm like they have already shared this type of intimacy for years.

It's so new and exciting and yet somehow familiar and secure as well, Amanda watching with rapt attention as Olivia places the pad of her thumb softly against her clit. She gives a slight jump at the delicious sensation, another rush of moisture gathering at her opening as Olivia's thumb begins to move, circling the swollen bundle of nerves achingly slowly at first.

When Amanda gives another huff of aroused impatience, she listens to the tinkling laughter that sounds in response, Olivia's movements becoming more firm and insistent as she picks up speed. Her wetness continues to replenish itself with every completed circle of Olivia's thumb, the erotic noises of her captain's stimulation filling the air, along with Amanda's gasping breaths and the moans that are becoming louder and more frequent.

Her eyelids slip closed at the first swipe of a gentle tongue against her slit, Amanda spreading her legs wider and Olivia snuggling in impossibly closer as her sodden folds are stretched even further apart. A groan of pure ecstasy bursts forth from her mouth, her hips bucking off the bed as the next swipe ends with Olivia engulfing her clit between her lips and sucking hard, grazing the straining nub with her teeth.

"Uh, yeah, Liv, fuck me," Amanda pants wildly as it becomes harder to catch her breath, sitting up suddenly as she feels Olivia's tongue breach her opening, before flopping ungracefully back onto disheveled sheets that are growing damp with sweat.

Olivia chuckles tenderly again, the noise vibrating against her core and only adding to the sheer bliss that has taken over both her body and brain, a tendril of heat curling low in her belly and signaling the impending explosion. With Olivia's tongue buried deep inside her, a thumb still rubbing firmly against her clit and swirling the soaked point into a sticky mess of pleasure, it only takes another second before Amanda is screaming her delight into the otherwise silent motel room.

Biting her lip with embarrassment as she struggles to catch her breath, Amanda briefly wonders if the sounds of her enjoyment and gratification can be heard from the other rooms or even outside in the parking lot, before shaking her head and dismissing the thought. She is so head over heels in love with the woman who is crawling back up her body and planting soft kisses on every patch of skin in her wake, and so drunk on the pleasure that Olivia has just lavished upon her, that she decides it doesn't matter.

Amanda can taste herself on Olivia's tongue when the other woman is cuddled up beside her again, their lips meeting in a somewhat sloppy open-mouthed kiss, still ravenous for one another. The rain that had stopped a moment ago is now lashing the windows quite violently, coming down in sheets against the building and promising to drown out the remainder of their time together, Amanda feeling as if they are cocooned in their own little hiding spot, tucked safely away from the rest of the world.

She straddles Olivia's hips as she finally catches her breath, smiling down at the woman she adores as a hand glides over those beautiful curves to the place where Olivia needs her the most. Her smile widens at the gasp that is wrenched from the captain's throat as her fingers meet hot, wet velvet, sliding inside and starting up a steady rhythm between Olivia's legs and knowing that it won't be long until she reaches her first orgasm.

The sadness that has enveloped Amanda since making the tough decision to leave SVU is swiftly replaced by a joy she has never known before and hope for a bright future with the woman who had started out as a mere colleague but has become the love of her life.

The rain beats harder against the windowpane as Olivia comes undone beneath her, Amanda acknowledging that this has been the best undercover operation of her career and that her time at SVU has reached an incredibly satisfying conclusion.