The following minutes after their intimate moment are awkward. Olivia had fixed her clothes quickly, sitting upright and fixing the reclined seat in the process. There's still a buzz in the stiff air of the car and neither woman make an effort to look in the other's direction.

What does one say to their colleague after just having sex? If they could even call it that.

Amanda can practically feel the onslaught of tension rolling off of Olivia, it's drowning her to the point where she thinks she might need some fresh air. How could she have thought that doing that to the older detective would thin out the thick air? Wishful thinking, maybe, or just plain insanity.

She finally chances a glance at the brunette, whose leg is bouncing nervously and lip is taut between white teeth. She wants to say something—maybe mention the fact that Olivia is, indeed, not relaxed whatsoever, and that she can definitely try harder in righting that little wrong, but her lips are glued shut.

Instead she stares. Stares at those lips that she's kissed.. tasted and teased and god, she wants to do it again. Then her blue eyes glide up to- almost frantic looking- brown ones, and she can see hints of everything in them.

She rubs her fingers together, the ones that'd been so deep inside of her partner, and somehow she can still feel the effects of her orgasm on them.

Without a rational thought, she brings them up to her lips and licks both tips, eyes slipping closed as she gets the sweet but subtle taste of Olivia. She can't help herself then—pushing both fingers into her mouth and licking them clean of any trace of climax.

Only when she hears the hitched breath of her companion does she snap out of her little trance, eyes darting to the older woman's and fingers falling away from her lips.

There's a fiery blaze in Olivia's eyes as she watches the tiny motion. And Amanda is at a loss for words for a moment. She smiles shyly and shrugs.

"You.. taste good." She murmurs, touching her fingertips softly. She watches as Olivia's thighs shift, pressing tightly together as she bites her lip.

Olivia doesn't speak, only lets her hand reach forward to grip the steering wheel in a weak attempt to ground herself. Amanda wishes desperately that the older woman would say something, anything, even if it's just a harsh "let's forget this happened and call it a night." But she knows that unless she pushes a little, she'll get absolutely nothing.

She lets her gaze flit quickly outside, scanning the surrounding area, which has remained to be quiet. Even the little convenient store has closed for the night, and any hope of catching their perp dwindles as the hours get later. "I don't think he'll show tonight.." she says absentmindedly as she sighs and relaxes back into her seat. Her ears perk up like a puppy when she finally hears Olivia speak for the first time in almost 45 minutes.

"I think if he was going to come out tonight, he would've already." And the brunette doesn't try to hide the amused smirk when Amanda raises her eyebrows in shock. This would be the second time they'd agreed on something tonight. The first being a mind blowing, toe curling, back arching orgasm.

At least that's what Amanda assumes. Based on her observation of the older woman, she knows she's assumed correctly.

"Y'know.. my place is about 15 minutes from here.. If y'want we could crash and head back to the precinct in the morning." She hopes she doesn't sound too eager but hell if she doesn't want to be alone with Olivia for a little while longer.

The brunette arches a brow, and Amanda is preparing herself for letdown, but it doesn't come. Because instead of the "No, I think we should go our separate ways," she gets a shocking, yet no less pleasing,

"Okay.. Sure." Followed by the car starting.

And suddenly the tension is thick again. She tries not to let her voice shake as she rattles off directions to her apartment, but she knows that Olivia is a smart woman. It's obvious to her, to both of them, that what's going to happen when they get to Amanda's place won't be the most professional thing they've ever done.

Yet she finds herself not really caring. Besides.. Last time she checked, finger fucking a first grade detective wasn't exactly the most ethical or professional thing to do.

So what do they have to lose?

….

"It's not much.." Amanda breathes, watching as Olivia takes in their surroundings. "But it's home." She bites her lip when Olivia turns and smiles, lips tight, eyes shining.

"No, I like it. It's very.. you." She sheds her jacket and sets it on the back of a cushioned chair, eye contact breaking under the thick waves of nervosity between them. Amanda can feel her own nerves making way. She lets out a sigh and moves in next to the older woman.

"Y'know, what we did.. what I did.. in the car was to help relax you.. not make you even more tense." She hopes her light tone lands, and when she sees Olivia's body loosen slightly, she smiles softly.

"I know… I just.. Didn't expect that to come of this whole thing.." She shrugs, sitting down on Amanda's plush couch. She lets out a sigh of contentment and pats the seat next to her. "I guess the thought is just going to take a little getting used to."

"Yeah.." Amanda murmurs, sitting next to the older woman. The air seems less thick. "Was that your first time..?" She blurts, picking at the hem of her shirt, a blush spreading over her cheeks. When she looks up she sees the arched brow, the curious eyes. "I-I mean.. you said you weren't attracted to women.. Was that your first time being with one?" She quickly adds, smiling sheepishly.

Olivia bites her lip and nods slightly. "Yes."

The blonde is at a loss for words, so she scoots closer, fingers coming out to touch the other woman's hand softly. She doesn't know what she thinks she's doing, but they both have long been aware that whatever happened in the car, is most definitely going to happen again.

"Why did you tell me not to kiss you?" She asks, voice low, eyes cast down and watching her fingers as they trace soft patterns on Olivia's hand.

"It just.. feels more intimate.. I guess.." The brunette whispers back, brown eyes boring into swirling blue ones.

"More intimate than me touching you?" Her hand skims over Olivia's arm and lands on her pant clad leg, palm blazing a path over every inch of the older woman's body.

Breathing changes then, what once was calm and steady is now hitched and deep. She can't believe the effect she has on Olivia.

"I suppose…"

Hand moves higher, legs part slightly.

"More intimate than when I tasted you on my fingers?"

It's a devastatingly slow seduction. She feels that familiar heat as her thumb and the side of her hand push against the seam between her partner's legs. She starts a slow rhythm, up and down, pressed firmly in place. "More intimate than if I put my mouth here?" She cups Olivia fully.

"Amanda…" Olivia rasps out, head falling back against the headrest of the couch.

"Hm?"

"Stop talking."

She complies, hiding a wan smile as she quickly undoes Olivia's belt, then the button and zipper, then she's kneeling in front of the brunette. Olivia works with her; her own fingers coming up to work on the buttons of her shirt.

Soon, Olivia is nearly naked while Amanda works on divesting herself of her own clothing. The blonde takes a few moments while she shucks her shirt off to look at the older woman.

God, she's a sight. Tan skin and toned legs and beautiful, full breasts encased in cream lace.

Amanda wants to ask if she's sure, but the look in her brown eyes says it all. So she leans forward, pushing Olivia's knees apart, mouth placing wet kisses against the exposed skin of her thighs.

She tries to calm her haywire nerves, hoping she doesn't go into overdrive as she does this for Olivia. For herself. She hums, letting her eyes slip closed as her lips kiss everywhere they can reach. When she feels a hand weave through her hair, she opens her eyes and looks up, seeing the older woman looking down at her wantonly, needily. "Patience, Liv. We'll get there." She soothes, fingers trailing up toned thighs and hooking into those damn panties. It's the second time tonight she's able to see what's underneath the silky material.

"You seem like you know what you're doing, Rollins.." Olivia breathes, reaching behind her to rid herself of her bra. It's an unexpected move but it's not unwelcome. Amanda watches as the older woman tosses the garment to the side and she bites her lip.

Perfect breasts.

"I just know what I want." She purrs, tossing the damp panties to the side. Olivia Benson is completely naked in front of her now, body strewn wanly across the plush material of her couch. She feels the butterflies in her stomach turn into rockets, zooming in every possible direction. "And damn, what I want is you."

She doesn't waste a second before she's pressing her mouth against the inside of Olivia's parted thighs. She avoids the most sensitive parts, instead tonguing the flesh where Olivia's thigh and sex meets. She can smell the heady scent of the older woman's arousal and she thinks she'll drown in it.

The fingers in her hair tighten and she feels the other woman's hips tip up.

"I'm kicking you out if you don't—unhhh.." She stops Olivia's words by sucking her clit in between her lips and flicking her tongue over it.

"It's my house, Liv." She hums as she pulls away for a moment, amusement in her voice. Olivia rolls her eyes and tugs once more.

Amanda concedes, bringing her mouth back between the brunette's legs, inhaling the scent as she runs her tongue slowly, languidly, through Olivia's folds. If this is going to be a one time thing, she wants to savor the moment.

Olivia's back arches and her legs widen and her breathing picks up. The blonde hooks each arm under Olivia's knees and grasps her waist, holding the older woman still as she devours her most sensitive parts. She feels the heels of Olivia's feet press into her shoulder blades and she takes that as a sign to go a little harder.

She brings her fingers to the other woman's sex and presses them inside her partner, moaning when she feels how wet Olivia is. Her other hand slides from Olivia's waist to her breast, and she cups the voluptuous mound gently, palm pressing against a distended nipple. She wants to drag this out, keep Olivia on the edge but not allow her to go over, but she can feel the increasing wetness in her panties and she's desperate to relieve herself now.

She speeds up then, sucking Olivia's clit hard and pistoning her fingers in and out roughly.

Olivia tugs her hair hard and she gasps, a small noise leaving her throat as if she's trying desperately to hold it in.

"No, I wanna hear you, Olivia." She rasps against sodden flesh.

"God Amanda, just don't stop." The older woman pants jaggedly, releasing the blonde's hair and gripping the edge of the couch tightly.

Both women comply. Olivia let's the needy moans and pants flow free and Amanda picks back up with a new goal.

Make Benson come as hard as she can.

It only takes a few moments before Olivia is sitting upright, back arched and both hands are back in Amanda's hair as she calls out her orgasm into the quiet apartment.

Amanda pulls away when Olivia slumps back into the couch, eyes surprisingly clear for just having came. "You good?" The blonde asks, fingers subconsciously drifting to her panty covered sex.

"I'm good." Olivia straightens a little and pats her thigh, "Come here."

Amanda arches a brow and stands up, letting the older woman remove her bra and panties before she straddles tanned thighs. She leans down and presses her lips against Olivia's. The brunette immediately kisses her back to her surprise, and she grinds down on her lap urgently.

"I gotta come, Liv." She whispers hotly against the older woman's swollen lips.

"What do you need?" Olivia asks timidly, and Amanda remembers that she's never done anything with a woman before now.

She silently takes the other woman's hand and brings it between her legs, pressing their joined fingers against her throbbing clit. "Just like that." She hums, undulating her hips in time with the steady circling of their fingers.

She pulls her hand away and grasps the cushion behind Olivia's head and grinds slowly to the rhythm of Olivia's fingers. Their eyes connect and she can see the arousal in her partner's brown orbs and she moans, mouth dropping open. She can feel when the other woman gets bold, a rush of wetness floods her sex and she's thisclose to coming.

"Yeah… god, Liv.." She pants, leaning down to suck on the skin of Olivia's pulse point.

She whimpers when she finally tips over the edge, teeth nipping the sensitive flesh.

They're both breathing hard, naked bodies pressed together.

"How do you feel now?" Amanda asks, and is rewarded with a raspy chuckle.

"Relaxed."