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The vending machine stood obstinately in the break room, daring Amanda Rollins to try again to get her change—or her snack—either was fine with her.
She pressed the refund button.
Nothing.
She pressed all the buttons.
Nothing.
She thumped the glass.
Nothing.
From the doorway came a throaty chuckle.
“Surely you’re not going to let snack machine get the better of you, Rollins.”
Amanda turned to regard Olivia Benson with a scowl.
Olivia was leaning into the doorway like it owed her favour, with a slightly cocky expression powered by the confidence of someone who had been in the precinct for so long that she had opinions on the location of the stationery supplies.
“You got some advice, Benson? ’Cause now would be the time.”
“I’d rather watch from here as you try to figure it out.”
“What are you—hazing me?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I just like to watch.”
“Great. Are you a voyeur or sadist?”
“Mmmm…I’m not that bad. Reach up inside the dispenser and jiggle it. The release gets stuck sometimes.”
Amanda tried it, and to her amazement it worked.
“Hey thanks, it—.”
But when she turned around, Olivia had already disappeared.
When she returned from lunch, Olivia sat down at her desk and looked at the snack placed on her keyboard with wry amusement.
The attached sticky note read: Thank you for being so sweet.
Olivia ate the candy, and tossed the wrapper in the trash.
But she kept the note.
The team was several rounds into “debriefing”, or at least that’s what they chose to call it when they hit the bar after a big case.
“That guy on the end is trying to get your attention,” Olivia said, nudging Amanda at the bar. It was Olivia’s turn to pick up this round of drinks.
Amanda took a quick glance.
“Not my type.”
“You can’t always judge a book by its cover.”
“I can in this case.”
Olivia’s eyes widened slightly.
“Really? What’s the giveaway?”
Amanda picked up some of the drinks and started back to the table.
“The gender,” she muttered.
Much later, Olivia excused herself to go to the restroom. While she was gone, the mood at the table shifted.
The alcohol had definitely started kicking in, to the point where some people were heading for dangerous territory.
“Can I offer you a ride…home?” Amaro winked at Amanda.
“I don’t think you have a big enough car, Amaro…” Amanda retorted.
“Ooh. Burn!” Fin snickered.
“It’s sad. You showed such promise as a young detective…” Munch mused.
Amaro tried to laugh it off, but made a hasty exit anyway, tail between his legs.
“Actually, I gotta head home myself. Gonna see my son tomorrow, and I need to be on my game,” Fin announced.
Munch noticed Olivia emerging from the restroom.
“Well, I don’t think it would be seemly for me be left alone with two such lovely women, so I’ll walk out with you,” Munch added, rising at the same time.
“I’ll just finish off my drink and wait for Liv. Night boys,” Amanda said without moving.
Olivia returned to an almost empty table, with a fresh drink and a very relaxed Amanda waiting for her.
“Where did everybody go?”
“Let’s see…Amaro took a shot and missed, Fin’s seeing his son tomorrow, and Munch saw sense and went with him,” Amanda answered.
“Took a shot?”
“At getting me to take a ‘ride’ home with him,” Amanda explained. “I indicated that I was not interested.”
“Really? I thought you liked him,” Olivia said.
“I do like him,” Amanda said, downing some of her beer. “I just don’t want to fuck him.”
Olivia considered that for a moment as she took a swig of her own beer.
“So you chose to wait for me instead?”
“Looks that way.”
“I’m honoured.”
Amanda smirked.
“You should be. I’m a peach.”
Their eyes connected.
“So I’ve seen.”
“Been checking out my jeans, Benson?”
“Only when you bend over, which is suspiciously often.”
“Says the woman who keeps finding reasons to lean forward at my desk.”
Olivia undid a button and leaned forward to give Amanda another opportunity to look down her shirt.
“Like this, you mean?”
Amanda shifted in her seat and bit her lip.
“Yeah. Exactly like that.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Olivia smiled, her voice saccharine sweet.
“You, Olivia Benson, are a tease.”
“Am I teasing, though?” she challenged.
“Is that an invitation or are you just provoking me?”
“Depends on whether you’re brave enough to find out.”
“Oh, I’m plenty brave. Be careful what you ask…”
“Hmm. I have a feeling you’re quite the handful, Rollins.”
“You have no idea.”
“Actually, I do have an idea…come with me.”
“Baskin-Robbins?”
“I thought you might need dessert…”
“Not the kind of dessert I thought you had in mind…”
“What flavour would you like? Vanilla? Or something more interesting?”
“Oh, I see where you’re going with this. I do really like vanilla, actually…but there’s plenty of other flavours I like…”
“I was hoping so.” Despite her bravado, Olivia was relieved that she’d read Amanda correctly. “Do you want something here anyway?”
“To be honest, I like gelato better.”
“You have taste.”
“I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
“Flattery will get you everywhere. Come on, this wasn’t the destination, anyway.”
“Where are we going, Liv?”
“To a club, of course.”
“Is this…the kind of club that I think it is?”
“No, of course not. They have tea parties on Wednesdays.” Olivia rolled her eyes.
“No need to be sarcastic…anyways that’s kinda my thing.”
“I know, but I enjoy yours so much I wanted to try.”
“How’d you find this place anyways?”
“Old case. They invited me back.”
“Only in SVU,” Amanda sighed. “So what are your plans right now?”
“To find out a little more about you.”
“And if I would prefer you not to know?”
“Then leave…and stop flirting with me all the time.”
“Wouldn’t that be boring,” Amanda said flippantly, heading to the bar.
Olivia joined her there. They ordered cokes.
“Yes it would…but then I wasn’t expecting you to go.”
“So sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“With you, yes.”
Amanda smiled.
“You like me.”
Olivia rolled her eyes again.
“I must.”
“Okay, then. What do you want to know?”
“What turns you on.”
“Mmmm. That’s complicated.”
“Start slow.”
“Women.”
“Specifically.”
Amanda regarded Olivia thoroughly from top to toe.
“Tall. Beautiful breasts. Attitude. Fuck-me-if-you-dare eyes.”
“So…breasts, huh?”
“That’s all you got from that?”
“No.” Olivia didn’t elaborate.
“What about you? How about you tell me a bit about what you like?”
“Blondes. Asses. Attitude. Fuck-me-if-you-dare eyes.”
“You like a bit of ass, huh?”
“Tight jeans. Hot ass. Breast size doesn’t matter to me. Small to medium rather than large, I guess.”
“You have domme energy.”
“I like to be able to determine outcomes, I suppose. Not all the time, but mostly. I’m flexible.”
“Don’t get much of that in our line of work. Manageable outcomes, that is. What’s your read on me?”
“You have sub energy…but you’re a brat.”
“I like to let get go sometimes. Decisions can be stressful. But I’m a switch too.”
“Especially when your decisions are based on rules all day. But that’s why it’s not a huge surprise that you’re flexible.”
“How about role playing? Mommy or daddy?”
“Can’t I be both?”
“At the same time?”
“Do I only have one shot?”
“Hmmm. I doubt that very much.” Amanda took a last sip of her coke, ice rattling in her glass as she twirled the straw.
“Then come over here with me.”
Olivia led Amanda to a leather couch against a wall in a section of the room that wasn’t exactly private, but then privacy wasn’t exactly the point of this venue.
Olivia sat down.
“Come and sit on my lap.”
Staring Olivia directly in the eyes, Amanda straddled her legs and sat down facing her.
“Like this?”
“For now.”
“What do you want to do with me?”
Olivia held Amanda’s waist. She pushed her hands under the shirt to feel Amanda’s soft, warm skin.
“I want to feel your naked skin while you sit on my lap—open to me and wanting, riding my legs until you’re so wet I can feel it through your jeans.”
Amanda bit her lip.
“Don’t think that’s gonna take long.”
Amanda leaned down and kissed Olivia on the mouth.
It was messy, hot, and filled with need.
Olivia could feel a change in Amanda’s movements as she moved her tongue deeper into Amanda’s mouth.
The seam of Amanda’s jeans rubbed against her clit every time she moved.
“Slow down baby, I want to make sure you’re good and ready.”
Olivia licked Amanda’s neck, then bit lightly.
“Uhhh…” was the only response Amanda could manage as she shuddered slightly.
Olivia felt the crotch of Amanda’s jeans. It was definitely getting damp.
“That’s more like it.”
Amanda began to rock her hips again, but Olivia stopped her and started to straighten Amanda’s shirt.
“Oh no, baby. I’m not going to let you come in this place tonight. I want to make you mine first.”
Amanda whimpered softly, pouting.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m taking you home with me. I won’t leave you waiting long.”
It was an uncomfortable ride for Amanda getting to Olivia’s place. Every bump in the road increased her arousal.
Olivia went directly to the kitchen and got Amanda a glass of water.
“You’re going to need this.”
Amanda wanted to say something smart, but the words wouldn’t come.
She drank the water, watching as Olivia moved around toward her bedroom, pulling at her clothing as she walked.
“Should I follow you?” Amanda asked.
“No.”
“Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yes, but don’t start touching yourself in there. I meant what I said.”
Amanda disappeared into the bathroom and quickly relieved herself.
When she returned to the living area, Olivia was waiting for her. She’d dressed herself in something less comfortable.
A black lace corset, garter belt and stockings. Heels to match.
Amanda froze.
“I take it this is to your liking then?” Olivia smirked.
Amanda nodded.
“Mmhmm.”
“Good. Take off your jeans and pants and straddle my lap like you did in the club.”
“Not my shirt?”
“No, just naked from the waist down for now.”
Amanda silently did what she was told.
“You’re not sure what’s going on.”
Amanda shook her head hesitantly as she got into position.
“Good. You need to remember that you’re not the one who’s in charge here.”
As soon as she was seated, Olivia parted her legs, splaying Amanda further open and exposing her delicate wetness.
“Good girl.”
Amanda responded by leaning in to kiss Olivia, deep and needy, allowing Olivia’s tongue to penetrate her mouth as much as she wanted.
Olivia thrust two fingers knuckle deep into Amanda, who reacted by settling down further into it. Olivia’s palm rubbed against Amanda’s clit.
“Oh, yeah, there she is.”
Olivia continued to encourage Amanda as Amanda rocked forward in synch with each thrust from Olivia.
As the rhythm of Amanda’s hips sped up, Olivia abruptly withdrew her fingers completely.
Amanda’s eyes widened in shock.
She whimpered.
“I think you can take more of me than that, don’t you?”
Amanda nodded rapidly.
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
“Take off your shirt and bra. I want you naked while you ride me.”
Amanda did as she was told.
She was now sitting naked on Olivia’s lap, facing her, legs splayed open, wantonly waiting for Olivia to enter her again.
“Don’t come until I say so, or I’ll stop,” Olivia warned.
Amanda nodded.
“Good girl.”
Olivia pushed three fingers inside Amanda this time.
Amanda’s hips shifted as her walls accommodated the additional width.
“Uh-mmm…”
Amanda began to rock against Olivia’s hand as she was being fucked.
“You take me so well. I knew this was what you needed.”
Olivia pulled Amanda forward and captured her mouth again.
“Liv…” Amanda could only manage to hiss Olivia’s nickname.
Olivia watched Amanda’s breasts bounce as she rode Olivia’s hand.
“You’re so wet for me. Listen to your body filling with me as fuck you.”
The sound of Amanda’s wetness filled the room.
“Oh…Jesus, Liv.”
Olivia continued her relentless assault on Amanda’s sex, her thumb and palm pounding against Amanda’s clit with each thrust.
Amanda’s walls tightened as she tensed, chasing the orgasm she was so desperate for.
The pounding increased.
“You need to come, now, don’t you baby?”
“Please…Liv…I—.”
“Yeah baby, it’s time. Come for me. Come for mama.”
Amanda’s world went white as her orgasm exploded through her body.
Her back arched and then she fell onto Olivia in relief, shuddering as she started to come down from her climax.
She was still experiencing aftershocks when Olivia started to pump her hand in and out of Amanda again.
“Ohhhh…I don’t think I…”
“Yes you can baby, one for each time I stopped you. It’s only fair.”
As her pace increased, Amanda realised Olivia had stopped her not once, but twice.
Amanda squirmed, feeling distinctly overstimulated.
“You can do it…yes, you can. Give yourself to me…”
Amanda cried out as she came the second time.
She reached out and grabbed Olivia’s breasts.
“That’s my girl.”
Amanda wasn’t sure how she was going to cope with number three.
She didn’t have long to worry about it—Olivia didn’t pause this time.
“OhGodohfuckoh—.”
The third orgasm wasn’t willing to wait.
It hit, almost painfully, before Amanda could react.
She collapsed onto Olivia’s breasts.
Her clit was sore—good sore, well used—but Olivia had pulled out of her and was gently resting her palm against it to soothe her.
Olivia held her firmly to her chest until Amanda was capable of moving independently.
Amanda’s breathing finally settled into a normal rhythm again.
“Hey…you’re back.” Olivia swept some bangs off Amanda’s cheek, and kissed it softly.
“Can you make it to the bedroom? Or do you want to stay here?”
“Bedroom.”
Olivia moved with Amanda to the bedroom, holding her close all the way.
After settling her down in the bed, Olivia kissed her again, then disappeared for a moment, returning with an energy drink.
“Here, sweetheart, you need electrolytes. You lost a lot of liquid.”
“Thank you,” Amanda said weakly, somehow still managing to raise an eyebrow.
Olivia got into bed next to her as soon as Amanda was finished drinking.
Amanda snuggled into Olivia while Olivia kissed her hair.
Eventually Amanda pulled herself up to meet Olivia’s deep brown eyes.
“Wow. You are a very good mommy, Liv.”
“Wait till you let me be your daddy, sweetheart.”
“Oh, Lord.”