This is my first Halloween story. :)
I don't know why it's taken me so long to write one. I've wanted to write a Halloween fic for years. This was supposed to be included in my "SVU Snippets" series but it became too long once I started writing it, so I decided to post it as a separate one-shot instead.
This story takes place in season 21 and contains explicit sexual content and extremely vulgar language, so please keep that in mind before reading if this is not something that interests you (it's rated E on Archive of Our Own, but the rating system doesn't go up that high on this site). The kids don't exist in this story.
Amanda has never been so mortified in her entire life.
It certainly wasn't her intention to be sitting in her captain's apartment without underwear on, surrounded by the rest of their squad and the ADA and various other members of the NYPD.
She could have sworn that she had packed an appropriate pair of panties to wear beneath her Alice in Wonderland costume, the short dress riding up her thighs as she perches gingerly on Olivia's couch, but they had been nowhere to be found. She is pinned in by Carisi on one side and Fin on the other, Olivia sitting across from them in an armchair and Kat slouched on the floor below her, everyone seated entirely too close for comfort.
They are all squished like sardines into Olivia's home for a Halloween party, the booze flowing and the food abundant and the jokes eye-rollingly bad. Forced to work on a Saturday, Amanda had come straight from the precinct when her shift was over, soaked to the skin and shivering violently from the chilly autumn rain, shutting herself gratefully into Olivia's bathroom upon arrival to shed her drenched clothing and change into the costume she had brought for the evening's festivities.
Once she was clad in the blue dress and white pinafore with the black bow clipped carefully into her damp hair, Amanda was dismayed to see that the outfit was a little sluttier than she had meant it to be, not having the chance to try on the store-bought items beforehand. The attire seemed a bit skimpy to be wearing while surrounded by her colleagues but she had shrugged uneasily and went in search of the underwear that had been specifically picked out for this costume, not wanting to wear anything too dark beneath the light-colored dress.
Her dismay had quickly turned to alarm while digging frantically through her bag and realizing that the extra set of panties weren't there, even though she was positive she had packed them that morning. Amanda had nothing else with her besides the sopping wet pair she had worn to work; no alternate costume or outfit that actually contained a pair of pants or tights or anything of the sort, upon her second terror-stricken inspection of her bag.
Tempted to ask Olivia if she could borrow leggings or something similar, Amanda had tentatively peeked out the door to see her deep in conversation with another colleague, their heads bent close together and the murmur of voices sounding amused. There had been no break in the revelry from that point forward, as the older woman had moved around the apartment from group to group to welcome everyone and engage in multiple discussions, Amanda eventually creeping from the bathroom into the kitchen to pour herself a large glass of wine and gulp it back hastily, willing the alcohol to settle her nerves.
With no other chance to catch Olivia alone during the party, Amanda had eventually given up and settled on the couch with her friends and teammates, feeling jittery and exposed as they had all teased each other about their costume choices. She has tried to pay attention to the conversation but is extremely distracted with attempting to keep her dress pulled over her knees and not spreading her legs wide enough for anyone to catch a peek of the blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs that have grown a little wild and are in need of a trim.
When Carisi accidentally bumps her arm while reaching for a handful of chips in a nearby bowl and her wine goes flying, Amanda scrambles to grab it before the glass either lands right on top of Kat or shatters to the floor. Her breath catches in her throat at her rapid change of position on the couch, instantly aware that she's been caught and someone has indeed taken notice of her untrimmed and unclothed nether region.
That someone is her boss, a hot blush staining Amanda's cheeks as she straightens up on the cushions and her gaze meets Olivia's, those penetrating dark orbs trained intently on her as she closes her legs so swiftly the movement causes pain. Just as she has feared, her captain is staring at her with a knowing expression, Amanda glimpsing the brief look of shock on her features before they smooth back into a placid mask.
"Rollins, can I speak to you alone for a moment?" Olivia's tone is light and unbothered as she rises from her chair and motions for Amanda to follow her, but the inquiry ends up sounding more like a demand than a question, and receives a dramatic response from a few of the guests.
"Ooooh, 'Manda's in trouble!" Fin chides drunkenly, elbowing her playfully in the side as Amanda places her wine glass on the coffee table with a trembling hand and struggles to feet, smoothing her dress down with shaking fingers. "Can't even stay out of trouble when it's after hours, huh? Nobody can beat my girl here for the number of reprimands she's received over the years. I think she's set some kind of record by this point. What a legend."
"Shut the hell up, Fin," Amanda hisses under her breath as she steps carefully around Kat, determined not to give a peepshow to another unsuspecting member of her squad.
"Seriously, Liv, can't this wait until next week?" Carisi asks in confusion, the former detective much more confident when addressing Olivia now that he is their ADA and has taken to his new role with utmost gravity. "We're off the clock for the weekend. Maybe you can hold off on the reprimand for now?"
"She's not being reprimanded and it's not your concern," Olivia replies evenly, a hint of steel evident beneath the cheerful demeanor and clearly letting Carisi know exactly who is in charge here. "I just need to talk to her for a minute."
"Whew, good luck, 'Manda! Better you than me," Fin laughs with a shake of his head as Amanda strides away from the group with her chin lowered and her shoulders drooping, the remainder of her co-workers shuffling out of the way to let her get by.
She gulps hard when they are both ensconced in Olivia's bedroom a moment later, the older woman closing the door behind them for privacy and then levelling Amanda with a stern look, her eyebrows pulled together in a deep frown and her hands planted on her hips.
"Did you forget part of your costume, Amanda?" One of Olivia's brows arch higher than the other on her forehead, her lips pursed firmly, and Amanda's heart pounds wildly inside her chest.
"Er, yes," she admits shamefully, her sweaty fingers clutching onto the sides of her dress and twisting the garment into tight knots, desperately wishing it wasn't so short.
"I guess I should have mentioned that underwear was mandatory at this party," Olivia says dryly and Amanda is relieved to see a hint of amusement on her face now, one corner of her lip lifting in a gesture that might pass for a smile. "I didn't think that was something that needed to be said, but apparently I was wrong."
"I'm so sorry, Liv!" Amanda answers nervously, raking her hands through her long hair and yanking the stupid bow out from the golden tresses before tossing it onto the bed. "It was an accident, I swear! I thought I had packed a pair with my costume, but I guess I didn't. Everything has been so hectic and I was running late this morning, as usual. And the pair I was already wearing was soaked from the rain and I didn't think it would be appropriate to borrow a pair of yours..."
Her voice trails off as her throat goes dry and she doesn't think her cheeks can get any redder, this bizarre subject matter not something she ever thought she would be discussing with her captain, although the stubborn crush she had developed upon meeting Olivia in 2011 has yet to abate after all these years. Amanda gulps hard again, certain that she can detect the barest traces of interest and arousal at this topic of conversation when she sneaks a glance at Olivia, but instantly chastising herself since this can't possibly be true.
To her horror, Olivia doesn't answer right away and the most awkward silence she has ever encountered stretches out between them and settles over the room like a blanket as they gaze unblinkingly at one another in some sort of strange staring contest. "Um, how much did you see?" she finally ventures quietly, when she doesn't think the other woman is going to respond and is far too impatient to continue waiting.
"Everything."
Amanda practically stops breathing at this short answer, the single word so simple yet holding so much weight, and to her growing panic, she finds herself becoming wet. The moisture at the juncture of her legs has nowhere to land due to her lack of panties and immediately drips down her skin to paint the insides of her thighs, Amanda shifting uncomfortably on her feet.
"You better hope I'm the only one who saw it," Olivia continues in a low, somewhat ominous tone, her expression much more serious now. "I know we're off the clock and at my apartment instead of the precinct, but we're still expected to behave with some level of professionalism here."
"Oh, really?" Amanda snarks as a hint of anger mixes in with her mortification and desire, and she feels her temper spiking. "Well, tell that to Fin, who's had so much to drink he can barely sit up straight. And I'm pretty sure I saw a couple of the guests making out while feeling each other up in a corner of the kitchen earlier, when I went in to get some wine."
"We're not talking about them," Olivia replies firmly with an unconcerned wave of her hand. "We're talking about you. Are you sure you didn't do this on purpose?"
"Yes, I'm sure!" Amanda sputters indignantly, her jaw falling open in shock before clenching her teeth together so hard, the motion reverberates through her skull. "Of course I didn't do it on purpose! Why on earth would I do that?"
"I don't know, you tell me." There is a prolonged pause, and Amanda can hear a wave of laughter from the living room as the spooky music is turned up to a higher volume. "To get my attention?"
"What? Why?" Amanda's heart is pounding so fast, it feels like the organ is about to burst right out of her rib cage as the first notes of "The Monster Mash" drift into the room, followed by more laughter.
"Maybe you wanted me to look?"
Amanda is overcome with rage and finds herself at a loss for words at this ridiculous and unfair accusation when she has spent the entire evening terrified of someone seeing her nudity, before peering more closely at Olivia and noticing the heightening arousal that resides there, determined to turn the tables. "Well, did you want to look? Is that why you're so upset right now? Not because I accidentally flashed you but because you actually enjoyed it? Because I'm not really understanding your anger, otherwise. Maybe what you're really feeling is embarrassment at your reaction?"
Now Olivia is the one incapable of speech and Amanda smiles with smug satisfaction, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping a foot on the floor as she awaits an answer.
"It's not a question of whether or not I wanted to look. It was that I wasn't given a choice. All of a sudden I glanced up and there it was, practically in my face."
Amanda gives a derisive snort at this dramatic and false answer, shaking her head so roughly that her hair whips back and forth around her face, the blonde strands stinging her cheeks. "Oh, please, Olivia. I was sitting on the couch across the room, for fuck's sake! It's not like I was standing right in front of you with my dress hiked up to my stomach and my pussy in your face."
"Hey, watch your mouth!" Olivia growls as she takes what appears to be a menacing step toward her with her fists clenched down by her sides.
"Maybe you should watch yours," Amanda snaps back, thrusting a finger into the older woman's face as Olivia moves into her personal space and doesn't back off. "Because I've had quite enough of this pointless conversation. I don't know why you're so mad about such a silly little mistake. But I do know that I don't have to stay in this room and be punished for something that I didn't do on purpose. I'm going back to the party."
She has spun on her heel and begun stalking to the door when she feels a hand grabbing her arm and halting her in her tracks, Olivia whirling her around so they are standing there eye to eye. Staring intensely at one another again, both of them breathing raggedly as the scent of wine fills the air, Amanda can't help her gaze from straying down to Olivia's mouth, those plump lips shining in the dim lighting of the bedroom and looking so very inviting.
The older woman looks quite enticing tonight, dressed as a cat in a silky black shirt and matching black dress pants with a fluffy tail sewn onto the back. It's obvious that she has made more of an effort with the food and drinks and decorations for the party than on her costume, a simple pair of ears attached to a band on her head and whiskers drawn on her cheeks to complete the ensemble, but she is beautiful just the same.
The wetness at the juncture of Amanda's bare thighs becomes more pronounced when she notices that Olivia's eyes are trained on her lips as well, and she leans forward to close the scant space between them before giving much thought to what she is doing. Their lips meet in a surprisingly gentle kiss, considering the amount of venom they have just been spewing at each other, and Amanda has the urge to grab the brunette's hand and shove it beneath her dress to satisfy her increasing lust.
"I don't think you're angry with me because of my lack of underwear," she whispers when they finally pull away slightly, still breathing hard as they continue to gaze at one another. "I think you're angry at yourself for finding it attractive."
"Your pussy?" Olivia murmurs in response and Amanda explodes into stunned laughter, trying to smother the sound by turning her face into her shoulder, not used to hearing such vulgar language from her boss.
"I meant that you found it attractive that I was going commando, but essentially...yes. And I didn't think you wanted me to say that word."
"Well, you said it first."
"Oh, that's mature."
"There seems to be a distinct lack of maturity in general here tonight," Olivia points out as she gestures around the room and the apartment beyond in apparent amusement.
"Can we blame it on the alcohol?" Amanda asks with a quirked brow and a widening smile, her anger with the situation beginning to dissipate as she decides to embrace the humor of it.
"Sure, sounds good to me," Olivia replies with a return grin, hesitating before continuing to speak. "Do you want to borrow something to wear? I know wearing your boss' underwear probably doesn't sound too appealing, but it's gotta better than walking around like that for the rest of the night."
"I can't borrow anything from you, Liv," Amanda mumbles as another hot blush infuses her pale skin, the stickiness between her legs reminding her that she needs to take care of this issue as soon as possible.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm going to get it all wet."
She watches an identical blush of understanding bloom on Olivia's cheeks as the older woman's gaze slides down to the lower portion of her dress and rests there without blinking. A wave of courage comes over Amanda and she finds herself voicing a carnal suggestion before she can put a stop to the words tumbling from her mouth, figuring there's no turning back now and she might as well go for it.
"Since you've already seen it, you're welcome to feel it too."
She boldly lifts one of her legs and bends her knee to plant a foot on the edge of the bed, arching an inviting eyebrow at Olivia and waiting to see what she will do next. Her heart is racing so briskly, it's making Amanda dizzy as Olivia takes a step toward her and places a hand on her hip, squeezing sensually before running her palm slowly down her body and stopping at the hem of her dress.
Amanda gives her an encouraging nod, biting her lower lip and her eyelids fluttering shut as Olivia reaches under the material, goosebumps and perspiration beginning to line the length of her body. Her breath catches sharply in her throat and she lets out a muffled whimper when she feels those fingertips touching her heated bare skin, the digits sliding languidly up her inner thigh as Amanda widens her stance for easier access.
The whimper soon turns into a drawn-out moan as Olivia's fingers reach their destination, Amanda jumping slightly when she feels the parting of her slick folds and the circling of her distended clit, the movements tender and unhurried. The digits caress back and forth along her dewy opening, her wetness replenished with every stroke, and Amanda can't seem to keep her mouth shut despite knowing how necessary it is to be quiet, another passionate moan wrenching from her throat.
"Well, you definitely weren't lying about how wet you are. Are you okay?" Olivia whispers into her ear as her hand stills at a third moan and Amanda wriggles impatiently, desperate for her to keep going.
"Never been better. Might as well engage all of your senses tonight, huh? Sight, touch..." Amanda gasps out, her knees practically buckling at the other woman's reply.
"And taste?"
"Fuuuck, Liv."
"What did I tell you about watching your mouth?"
"I'd rather watch yours instead," Amanda quips as she grasps onto her dress and rises it tantalizingly up her thighs, her head falling back at another caress through her soaked folds and around her swollen clit, the motions more firm and confident now as swift fingertips breach her opening for a split second before pulling away.
"Lie down, then," Olivia murmurs in a husky tone as she gestures toward the bed with a slightly trembling hand, her digits glistening with the evidence of Amanda's arousal.
Amanda eagerly obeys, never more enthusiastic to follow her captain's orders as she scrambles to lay across the bed, scarcely able to believe this is actually happening as Olivia strides over to lock the door and then returns to kneel on the floor in front of her. Amanda's dress is lifted up inch by inch, the material bunching and wrinkling around her abdomen and she lets her legs fall open, fully exposing herself to Olivia's hungry gaze and allowing her much more than a mere glimpse this time.
Blushing yet again at the intense amount of scrutiny her needy core is receiving, she bashfully apologizes for the unruly state of her pubic hair, Olivia smiling and shaking her head and telling her that it doesn't matter; that she is gorgeous. Amanda grins shakily at the unexpected compliment, chewing on the inside of her cheek and running her tongue around her lips in anticipation of what is to come.
She feels gentle fingers parting her labia, the sodden flesh stretching pleasantly as she watches Olivia lower her head to the juncture of her thighs, a warm tongue swiping along her slit and plump lips closing around her clit before suckling softly at the swollen nub.
"Oh my god, that feels incredible," Amanda sighs happily, her eyes slamming shut when she feels the first stirrings of climax already, and the exhilarating sensation nearly taking her breath away. "You have a magic tongue, Liv."
She hears Olivia chuckle quietly, the tinkling sound vibrating through her folds and up to her clit and heightening her pleasure even further as the brunette licks and sucks more insistently, Amanda reaching up to pinch her own nipples and the gesture only adding to her euphoria. It doesn't take long until she erupts into a quivering mess of overheated limbs and moist skin, Olivia's mouth remaining fused to her wet flesh and riding her to the very end, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm until she is utterly spent.
Amanda lays there in the afterglow, panting and twitching and briefly wondering how she is going to put herself back together so she looks decent enough to rejoin the party, but that thought is swept entirely from her mind when she locks gazes with Olivia. The other woman is still kneeling on the floor in front of Amanda's spread legs, the cat ears dangling haphazardly off the side of her head and the drawn-on whiskers smudged comically across both cheeks, her pupils blown wide with desire and dark hair wild around her face, Amanda giggling as she realizes that Olivia will also have her work cut out for her before returning to the guests.
"I think I need to get cleaned up," Olivia chortles as if reading Amanda's mind, breathing hard as she reaches up to pull the ears from her hair. "I must look quite the sight."
"Probably no worse than I do," Amanda snickers in response, raising up on her elbows as Olivia gets shakily to her feet and feeling a pang in her chest as their intimate time together seems to be coming to an end so quickly. "But before we make ourselves more presentable, I can return the favor..."
She smiles as Olivia leans over to plant a searing kiss on her lips and wrap her arms around her trembling frame to help her off the bed, the captain smoothing the creases from Amanda's dress. They stagger into a standing position together, still attached to one another as if reluctant to let go, Amanda finding herself uncharacteristically clingy in the aftermath of their surprising sexual adventure.
"We need to get back out there before someone comes looking for us. We're lucky we've been able to be gone for this long without an interruption," Olivia explains in a hushed tone when footsteps sound in the hallway and they both glance furtively toward the door. "But you're welcome to stay behind when everyone leaves so you can help me...clean up the mess."
"Oh, I'll clean it up, all right," Amanda smirks as she imagines the soaked mess of desire that awaits her beneath Olivia's rumpled outfit, gesturing to the endearing cat costume. "So the pussy wants to get her pussy cleaned, does she?"
"Ugh, I guess there's no point in telling you to watch your language anymore, is there?" Olivia groans as she pulls Amanda impossibly closer and places a kiss on her forehead. "Or quit it with the horrible jokes? You're worse than the guys."
"Nope, no point," Amanda agrees with a blithe grin, cuddling into the taller, curvier body of her boss. "I think we're way past that by now. So much for professionalism, huh?"
Olivia grins back and rolls her eyes as they hold each other tenderly in one last embrace before pulling away, their argument totally forgotten, and fingers linking and squeezing briefly as they leave the bedroom. Amanda lingers in the hallway as she watches Olivia rush into the bathroom, waiting her turn to attend to her disheveled appearance and figuring the brunette's whiskers have transferred themselves to the insides of her thighs and will need to be scrubbed from her skin.
She gasps in surprise when Fin suddenly lurches around the corner from the kitchen and comes to a halt beside her, wobbling unsteadily on his feet as he lifts his wine glass and takes a large swig of the crimson liquid.
"The bathroom occupied?" He inclines his head toward the closed door, eyes bloodshot and breath reeking of booze, and Amanda can't help but feel relieved that her colleague is completely wasted, as it might save her from having to answer some embarrassing questions.
"Yeah, Liv's in there," she says casually, reaching up to smooth her hands over her tangled hair and hoping the older man is too drunk to notice that she doesn't look quite as sleek and put-together as she did before entering Olivia's bedroom.
"So how did it go?" he whispers loudly, fixing her with a curious gaze and a furrowed brow.
"What?" She gulps hard, momentarily taken aback by the inquiry before resuming her nonchalant attitude.
"The reprimand," he clarifies with somewhat garbled speech, swaying drunkenly next to her and reaching out to plant a hand on the wall for balance. "How severely were you punished?"
"Oh...pretty severely," Amanda remarks evasively, her eyes darting away as she tries to bite back a grin.
"Girl." She chances another glance at Fin and watches his eyebrows raise high, an amazed expression on his face. "What the hell did you do to warrant a reprimand from the captain at a Halloween party of all places?"
"I...forgot to do something important before the party," she murmurs with a shrug, her reply entirely truthful but choosing not to elaborate any further on the subject.
Fin frowns at her again, his features screwed up like he is trying to hold onto a specific thought and pluck it out of the thick fog of alcohol blanketing his brain. "Important? Like forgetting to bring Halloween candy?"
Amanda tries to hold in a snort of laughter, clapping her sergeant on the shoulder and leading him away from the bathroom before Olivia makes a reappearance and this situation becomes even more awkward than it already is. "Yeah, Fin, something like that."
Acknowledging how differently this evening would have played out had she simply forgotten to bring candy, Amanda smiles with satisfaction at the remaining tingle between her bare thighs and thinks of how much pleasure is still to come.