When I was in the process of writing this series several years ago, I got a few requests to continue the previous chapter so this one picks up right where the last one left off. And there will be a third part of this storyline coming up soon (that particular chapter is explicit).

Title: Cops and Robbers Part 2

Genre: Hurt/comfort/humor

Rating: M

The pain in Amanda's leg has subsided to a dull, throbbing ache as she lays on the bed next to Olivia, the nausea from the medication beginning to dissipate as the older woman continues rubbing her hand in soft, soothing circles around her stomach. There are random images and scenarios running wild through Amanda's drug-addled brain as she finds herself becoming fixated on one in particular; a detailed plotline of playing cops and robbers with her girlfriend, the silly game she had suggested upon arriving home from the hospital.

"Livvy, you can move your hand a little lower if you want," Amanda slurs in a provocative, inviting tone as she feels Olivia's fingers briefly swipe the waistband of her pants in the process of her comforting motions.

"Amanda..." Olivia's voice holds a distinct note of warning when she speaks.

"What? It might help with the pain," she replies with an enticing grin, lifting her head from the brunette's shoulder to gaze at her with heavy-lidded eyes, the taller woman looking slightly blurry in her vision but no less beautiful than she usually does.

"As far as I'm aware, that's not where your pain is located," Olivia says dryly, her hand coming to a halt on Amanda's abdomen and gently pinching the bare skin there in a teasing, admonishing manner.

"Well, there is a certain ache..." Amanda's voice trails off as she listens to Olivia's snort of laughter in response, her smile turning into a pout when she realizes that she's not going to get what she wants. "Well, fine, I'll just care take care of it myself, then."

"Amanda, you are quite the handful right now, do you know that?" Olivia sighs deeply in reply, sounding both exhausted and amused with the situation.

"Well, I'm trying to help myself to a handful but you won't let me," Amanda whines as she puts a hand under her own sweatshirt with the intention of moving it downward, feeling the other woman's fingers tangling with her own beneath the material and giving them a squeeze.

"Keep those hands where I can see them," Olivia chastises lightly, leaning over to place a kiss on Amanda's forehead. "What did we just talk about in the kitchen? No sexual activity until you're feeling better."

"But I'm fine, Liv," Amanda protests softly, pouting again at the incredulous chuckle that follows this untruthful proclamation.

"Honey, you are not fine," Olivia answers sternly, gesturing toward her wounded leg that is propped up on a pile of pillows. "You're injured and in pain and the drugs seem to be enhancing a libido that is already more than healthy enough on its own."

"Hey, I don't hear any complaints when it comes to that," Amanda giggles as she leans over to press a sloppy kiss into the side of Olivia's neck. "You enjoy it just as much as I do."

She hears a small hum of agreement from the older woman and sees her lips twitching at the corners, snuggling even further into Olivia's curvy figure and inhaling the subtle scent of her perfume. "So are you sure you don't want to play cops and robbers, Livvy? I'll let you feel me up when you arrest me."

Before Olivia can reply, Frannie suddenly leaps up onto the bed, the movements of the dog eliciting a squawk of pain from Amanda and yelp of alarm from Olivia, the lieutenant immediately trying to shoo the canine back onto the floor.

"Frannie, don't hurt your mama," the older woman scolds, Amanda's eyebrows pulling together in a frown when she notices her pet curling up against the other side of Olivia's body and tucking a furry face into her shoulder.

"She didn't even hop up here to see me," Amanda glowers in disappointment, motioning toward her disloyal dog. "She was so worried about me when I got home and now she's all over you again, as usual. Everyone is rejecting me today."

"Oh, my poor baby," Olivia replies in a dramatic tone, pressing another kiss to her forehead as she cuddles Amanda with one arm and Frannie with the other. "I don't know how you're dealing with this much rejection in the same day. It must be so hard for you."

Amanda gives a disgruntled sniff and closes her eyes as she feels Olivia's hand come up to stroke softly through her hair, unable to stop her mind from running in multiple directions as it veers away from the prospect of sexual activity to a more serious topic that has already been mentioned. She knows that Olivia is still somewhat skittish when it comes to certain aspects of their relationship and it's better to proceed with caution while they continue adjusting to life as a family, but Amanda can't seem to stop her mouth from falling open and similar words spilling out once again.

"Liv, I wanna marry you," she whispers into the brunette's ear, listening to the small intake of breath in response. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey." Olivia's voice is equally quiet when she speaks, a hush seeming to fall over the bedroom. "But I think this is something we should talk about when you're feeling better and you have more control over what you're saying, okay?"

"But just think about it," Amanda persists as she trails her tongue around Olivia's earlobe and bites down lightly, feeling the other woman shiver against her. "You could be Lieutenant Olivia Rollins."

The shiver turns into a chuckle as Olivia pulls away slightly to regard her with an arched eyebrow. "More like you would be Detective Amanda Benson. Who says I have to take your name?"

"We can compromise and be Amanda and Olivia Rollins-Benson," Amanda says in a pacifying tone.

"Why can't we be Olivia and Amanda Benson-Rollins?" Olivia shoots back, Amanda heaving a heavy sigh in return.

"Liv, you're making my head hurt with all of these different names."

"Well, you started it," Olivia teases gently, Amanda wincing when she feels a stab of pain in her leg and the older woman's arms tightening around her in response. "Okay, honey, let's just relax now. You need to get some rest before the kids come home. We can talk about all of this stuff another time."

"You mean playing cops and robbers with my future wife?" Amanda mumbles sleepily, nestling her face into Olivia's neck and pressing another lingering kiss to the warm skin there. "Sure, Livvy, I would love to talk about it."