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Amanda smiled when her phone buzzed. Texting with Olivia had become a regular thing now, mostly late at night when the kids were asleep. Mainly they just chatted about stupid shit, and made each other laugh. Texts from Olivia were a welcome antidote to the stress of work; she hadn’t realized just how lacking in lightness and laughter her life had actually been, until she and Olivia became friends like this.
Whatcha doin? Came Olivia’s text.
Just finished watching a movie, Amanda texted back.
Which one? Any good?
Amanda hesitated before replying. Some random one called Magnolia Ice. And yes. She smirked to herself; she wasn’t going to tell Olivia what it was about.
Oh, I saw that one. It was really good.
Amanda froze. It had been a lesbian romance, and had ended up being steamier than she had anticipated. She had no idea what the hell to reply to Olivia.
Yeah, I liked it. Anyway, what are you up to?
She would change the subject, yes.
But Olivia wouldn’t. That hot tub scene was incredible.
Amanda choked on nothing. That had indeed been her favorite scene, but she couldn’t believe Olivia was choosing that to comment on. Why couldn’t she have, instead, shared trivia about the director or complimented the scenery, since it was shot on location in New Zealand? Amanda groaned, and rubbed her face in frustration. It just figures that here she was sitting here with her clit still throbbing - these movies did that to her - and Olivia just had to mention the scene in which the protagonist was masturbating in her hot tub while fantasizing about a female co-worker. The fuck?!
Amanda was taking a ridiculously long time to text back, and she knew that if she didn’t say something soon, Olivia was probably going to think she did something wrong and back away from this conversation. Part of Amanda knew she should think carefully about going down this road with Olivia, because it could get real messy real fast, but when had that ever stopped her?
That was my favorite part, she admitted.
Olivia’s text came quickly. I have a similar jacuzzi in my apartment.
Oh FOR FUCK’S SAKE, OLIVIA. Amanda’s whole body flushed. Olivia did not just say that. How the fuck had they gotten here, when last night, they had only been texting about caprese salad recipes. All of a sudden Amanda could not get the image of a naked Olivia, immersed in a jacuzzi with a water jet pounding her pussy, out of her mind. Her own pussy was practically having a seizure now.
Lucky you. Sorry, Liv, Billie’s crying - TTYL
Annoyed with herself for chickening out by lying about the baby waking up, Amanda didn’t even wait for a reply. She tossed her phone under a throw pillow on the couch, crawled into bed in the dark, and reached between her legs to attempt to deal with this on her own.
* * *
In the morning, Amanda was very nearly late to work, rushing in with messy hair and clutching a coffee cup four ounces larger than her usual. She was hastily trying to take off her jacket and get organized at her desk, when Olivia approached, looking way too polished and put together in a crisp, navy blazer. Her hair was perfect. Her eyes bore into Amanda’s, and in them was a tiny spark of amusement.
“Sleep okay, Amanda?” Olivia asked with smirk, and Amanda gaped at her for a moment, disbelieving.
“Uh, tossed and turned a bit more than usual,” she replied, and she could feel herself blushing and couldn’t stop it. She was fidgeting now, pushing her hair behind her ear, rustling a stack of papers on her desk that actually didn’t need to be moved. Olivia, fucking Olivia, stood there calmly, hands in her pockets, just watching. She was standing too close. Amanda forced herself to not think about what she had done in her bed last night while thinking about the text conversation with Olivia, and prayed for the phone to ring. No such luck, but at least Fin came by at that moment and started rambling about something, and the tension was broken.
Somehow, Amanda made it through the workday without bursting into flames or melting into a puddle. Actually, when there was a perp who fled across a warehouse parking lot, Amanda was the first to give chase, and damn was that a good release. Her leg muscles burned as her feet pounded into the pavement, and flooded with adrenaline, she threw herself at the asshole. He slammed into the ground so satisfyingly, his nose grinding into the asphalt, and Amanda was panting as she yanked his wrists together behind his back. “You’re under arrest for distribution of child pornography and…” she began, and Olivia flew around the corner then, panting herself as she watched Amanda tighten the cuffs and read him his rights. Once Amanda had the perp on his feet and handed him over to the nearest uniformed officer to put in the back of a squad car, she stood there in front of Olivia, trying to catch her breath. They had both been running hard. She watched Olivia’s chest heaving.
* * *
Around 11:15 PM, Amanda couldn’t take it any longer. She had been trying not to text Olivia, but… screw it.
Hey, Liv. How’s your night going?
Boring. Yours?
Amanda chuckled. Probably more boring than yours, considering I’m just icing my swollen knee. She had gotten a bit banged up during the perp chase earlier in the day.
Ouch. Sorry. That does sound worse than my night, because I at least have a movie going.
Oh, no, Amanda groaned to herself. She reluctantly texted back to ask what it was, praying it was something like Forrest Gump. But no.
Paulette & Naomi. Have you seen it yet?
No, Amanda hadn’t, but considering the title was two women’s names, she was guessing this was nothing as innocuous as Forrest Gump and it would be dangerous for her to look up on whatever streaming service it -
Hulu. You should check it out, Olivia continued, interrupting Amanda’s thoughts.
Amanda took a deep breath. She could be mature about this, yes, she could.
Oh yeah? What’s it about? (Please, please, let it have a plot).
Pretty self-explanatory - it’s about Paulette and Naomi. They meet on vacation in Oahu and fall in love. Or at least lust. Not sure about the love part yet.
Huh. Does it have a hot tub? Amanda teased, adding a winking emoji. This was an okay conversation to be having, right? They had talked about movies many times. They were friends. They were both bisexual, and they both knew it, so really, she could be an adult about this.
No, but there’s an ocean.
Hmm. What happens with the ocean?
Amanda waits, feeling that her knee is now numb with cold and she should probably go put the ice pack away. Just as she’s about to, Olivia replies.
Paulette and Naomi attempt to have sex in the ocean, because it seems romantic, but it turns out not to be because when you’re so buoyant and there’s nothing to brace yourself against, you can’t get enough leverage/pressure, so it’s frustrating. So they were really aroused with no release.
Amanda could unfortunately relate.
How frustrating. Does it have a happy ending, at least?
I’m not done with the movie yet. But that scene does, at least - the two of them highjack a man’s yacht, push him overboard to get some privacy, then fuck like crazy on the bottom of the boat.
Oh good God. What could Amanda possibly say to that? She wanted to know details. Were they naked? Or did one of them yank aside the other’s bikini cup to suck on her nipple? Mmm, was there oral? She refrained from asking anything.
Sounds good. I’ll let you finish watching it.
There was a long pause, and Amanda assumed Olivia had, indeed, returned to watching her (riveting, lesbian, sex-filled) movie instead of texting with her. That is, until Olivia suddenly texted:
Is the ice helping your knee? You could always try an epsom salt bath.
Amanda scoffed. My tub is the size of a postage stamp. My knee wouldn’t even fit in it, even if I had epsom salts.
I have a large jacuzzi.
Amanda burst out laughing. She had walked right into that one, hadn’t she. Olivia was kidding, right? She was going to pretend Olivia was not suggesting Amanda go get in her jacuzzi. She was going to pretend to not understand.
Yeah, yeah. Rub it in.
Mmmm was all Olivia texted back, and Amanda, once again, did not know what to do or say or how to take that.
I gotta go, she typed to Olivia. Enjoy your movie. And your jacuzzi.
She closed her eyes, once again unable to stop the visions of her boss, naked and wet, in the hot tub, pleasuring herself… Amanda herself was now getting wet. This was torture.
I intend to, Olivia wrote back. With a winking emoji, followed by puckered lips. More heat flooded Amanda. This was so surreal. Olivia Benson was really flirting with her? I mean, that’s what this was, right? This was beyond typical girl talk or general chit chat about movies. This was… Amanda didn’t know what this was, but she knew that she’d soon be in bed making love to herself while fantasizing about her best friend (and boss) for the second goddamn night in a row.