Title: Cops and Robbers

Genre: Hurt/comfort/humor

Rating: M

"Livvy, don't let me fall."

"I won't, honey. I've got you," Olivia assures her girlfriend, guiding Amanda carefully through the doorway of their apartment and smiling slightly at the nickname; Amanda reminding her very much of Jesse right now, as that is what the toddler has taken to calling her since moving in together.

They are just getting home from the emergency room, Amanda having sustained an injury to her left leg while working out in the field earlier in the day; a gaping wound that had needed a multitude of stitches to close, as well as a cocktail of narcotics to keep the pain under control. Amanda has been as high as a kite for the past several hours, Olivia a bit overwhelmed by the younger woman's reaction to the drugs, as she has never seen her in such a state before; Amanda so consumed by physical pain while finding everything around her hysterically funny and rambling on about any topic of discussion that comes to mind.

She has seen the blonde detective drunk many times in the past but Amanda can usually hold her liquor pretty well, and had not spent much time with her after the other woman had been shot a few years ago, as they had not been particularly close yet and were still at odds with one another more often than not. This is the first time Olivia has observed the woman she loves up close and personal while suffering from such a painful injury and on so much medication, and she is unsure of whether to be amused or concerned at the ridiculous behavior that is currently being displayed.

"Hey, Liv, let's play cops and robbers!" Amanda slurs enthusiastically as Olivia slowly escorts them by the kitchen on the way to the master bedroom, reaching out to steady the smaller woman when she suddenly leans over to pluck a stray banana off the counter.

"Pew, pew, pew!" Amanda points the piece of fruit at her like it's a weapon, making silly, high-pitched sounds while pretending to fire it. "I'll be the bad guy and you just caught me robbing a store so you have to frisk me, okay? And then I'll be your uncooperative prisoner while you interrogate me."

Amanda's brow furrows deeply as if she has just been struck by a profound thought, and gestures toward their living room furniture with a shaky hand. "Do you think we should have sex on the coffee table, Liv? And pretend it's the table in the interrogation room?"

"Uhhh...no, honey, I don't think that would be a very good idea right now," Olivia replies with a burst of choked laughter, surprised by the question and trying in vain to keep lewd images of doing naughty things to her girlfriend at their place of work out of her mind.

"It could be fun," Amanda smirks as she wiggles her eyebrows up and down suggestively and clumsily tosses the banana back onto the counter.

"Maybe another time," Olivia answers in a placating tone, gently urging the smaller woman to walk toward their bed for a much-needed nap instead of using their living room furniture for carnal exercises.

"You're right, Liv, we should save the coffee table idea for another time," Amanda agrees solemnly, her head coming to rest on Olivia's shoulder as they stumble into the bedroom together. "Maybe a softer surface would be better for sex right now because my leg hurts so much, I want to cry."

"Sweetheart, we are not engaging in any kind of sexual activity right now, okay?" Olivia says lightly, torn between another burst of laughter at the earnestness of Amanda's proposition, and her heart aching at the obvious pain she is in. "That can wait until you're feeling better. The only thing we're going to do right now is get you tucked into bed so you can keep your weight off that leg and get some sleep. Lucy is letting Noah and Jesse stay with her until the pain has calmed down and you're acting more like yourself, alright?"

"I miss our kids," Amanda whispers in a hushed tone, suddenly looking teary-eyed as Olivia gets her settled onto the mattress with her leg propped up on a couple of pillows. "I want them to come home, Liv."

Olivia leans down to press a tender kiss to Amanda's forehead and eases herself as delicately as she can into the remaining space on the sheets. "I miss them too. But they'll be home soon, honey, I promise. And until then, you have Frannie and I here to keep you company."

Their canine companion had immediately greeted them at the door upon their return home from the hospital and is now pacing back and forth in front of the bed with an anxious whine, clearly worried about her owner as she stops short to bat a paw at the rumpled covers.

"Liv, do you think we should get married?" Amanda mumbles in a nearly inaudible voice as her head slumps down onto Olivia's shoulder again and she snuggles up closer on the blankets, whimpering quietly in pain.

Olivia's heart lurches in her chest at this unexpected question, trying her best to keep up with the rapid change of topics as she wraps an arm around a quivering set of shoulders to soothe Amanda's discomfort. Her tongue is tripping over itself as she struggles to articulate a proper response, the thought of taking that ultimate step in commitment causing a tidal wave of emotions to wash over her. On the one hand, it seems much too soon to contemplate something as serious as marriage since they haven't been dating or living together for very long; but on the other hand, they are already going about their daily routines as a family, eating and sleeping and loving and arguing just like any other household.

"Liv, will you rub my belly?" Amanda murmurs in a sluggish tone before Olivia can even say a word in reply, realizing that the younger woman has not actually been waiting for an answer and has likely already forgotten asking the question. "The meds are making it upset."

"No problem, honey," she whispers soothingly, unsure of whether to be relieved or disappointed that Amanda's marriage inquiry was quite possibly just a product of the narcotics.

Olivia's hand slips beneath the bottom of the striped sweatshirt, running her palm in slow circles over the toned muscles of Amanda's stomach and feeling the detective relax under her soft touch. She presses another kiss to the top of the blonde head that is resting against her shoulder, so glad that Amanda is safe and sound in their own home instead of spending the night in the hospital or worse; the corner of her lip quirking up when she hears her girlfriend's next words.

"Livvy, don't forget we're going to play cops and robbers as soon as I'm all better!"