This is the final chapter of the story. Thank you so much to everyone who read, reviewed, followed and favorited this fic! I had a lot of fun writing this story. :)

Just a reminder that this fic is rated M for mature themes. There is some explicit sexual content in this chapter.

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For several minutes following Fin and Carisi's exit from the apartment, the women are silent and unmoving on the couch; remaining right where they are on the cushions in a tangle of trembling limbs and messy hair and naked skin, entwined together beneath the blanket. It's as if they are both glued to the spot with embarrassment; too mortified to begin pulling away from each other and risking the exposure of any bare flesh if they move, the fleeting thought crossing Amanda's mind that maybe Olivia is actually enjoying being this close to her and doesn't want it to end.

She herself is completely torn with this strange situation; a part of her wanting to slide out from under the older woman's nude body and escape to a place where she can be alone with the erotic images inside her head and have some privacy to relieve the rapidly growing tension between her thighs. But the other part wants to stay molded into the sofa and cuddled so intimately with the woman she has such deep and intense feelings for; finally able to be close with Olivia in the way that she has always wanted to be, and a bit more at ease with their current position now that the brunette is thinking clearly and is fully aware of what's going on.

"So...um...we need to talk," Olivia finally mutters, the lieutenant's voice shattering the quiet that has fallen over the living room and causing Amanda to give a slight jolt of surprise as she is swiftly yanked from her reverie.

All of the stern anger seems to have been leached from Olivia's tone, her boss sounding quite uncertain now that they are alone, and Amanda can't help running a tender hand over her back again in an effort to soothe any nervousness and confusion. "Yeah, we should probably have a chat," she agrees softly, trying to get control of her pounding heart as she knows that Olivia can feel it with both of them pressed so tightly together.

"Alright...so as I said before, some things are starting to come back to me from last night," Olivia continues hesitantly, Amanda sucking in a ragged breath when the older woman shifts on top of her in a likely effort to extricate herself from their inappropriate position but ends up rubbing against her in a way that has her skin singing with pleasure and the ache at the juncture of thighs intensifying.

Olivia clearly hears the unexpected noise and comes to an immediate halt, her cheeks reddening as they gaze at one another, and Amanda nearly sighing with relief as she gives an encouraging nod for her boss to keep speaking. There are a myriad of emotions playing out across Olivia's bruised face and Amanda can feel the other woman's heart pumping hard against her own, unsure if her superior will actually say whatever it is that she's been trying to get out.

"You said that you came out here to let me get some rest..." Olivia trails off and her eyes squeeze shut for a few seconds, as if she is steeling herself for what she is about to say next. "Were you telling me the truth about that? Or did you actually come out here because I was acting...weird?"

"Weird in what way?" Amanda hedges after a short pause as her front teeth begin gnawing on her bottom lip, knowing that she has to be honest about everything that has occurred over the past several hours but terrified at the notion of actually telling Olivia everything.

"Just tell me the truth, Amanda," the brunette pleads softly, and again, she can't help missing the endearing nickname 'Mandy' that Olivia had graced her with while under the influence of drugs.

"Well...um...you had to..." Amanda stumbles over her words, searching for the most delicate term she can think of; trying to find exactly the right thing to say in order to assuage how mortified they are both about to feel but unable to come up with anything adequate. "You had to scratch an itch, so to speak. And I thought it would be better if I left you alone while you did that."

Another round of dead silence descends over the apartment, Olivia staring at her with dark eyes the size of saucers and her mouth hanging slightly open, the other woman clearly stunned at this revelation. "Oh my god," she finally utters in a stricken tone, her voice sounding choked up when she answers and her heart fluttering in a frenzied pattern that Amanda can feel through the thin barrier of her bra, Olivia's breasts still brushing her own. "I'm so sorry for behaving inappropriately around you, Amanda. Obviously it wasn't my intention to make you feel uncomfortable, but it was still wrong."

"You didn't," Amanda hastens to assure her, running a comforting hand through wild tangles of brown hair that are spilling over Olivia's shoulders as the older woman hovers above her. "You didn't make me feel uncomfortable. You made me feel-"

"What?" Olivia prods softly when Amanda abruptly cuts herself off, those giant chocolate orbs swimming with a mixture of fear and curiosity and something else that she can't quite put a finger on.

"Like I had to scratch an itch myself," Amanda sputters out around the huge lump that is rising inside her throat, praying that she is not about to be thrown out of Olivia's home with this awkward confession.

"Oh," Olivia whispers in a barely audible voice, their gazes still locked intently on each other as they engage in the most bizarre conversation that Amanda can ever remember having with another human being. "I'm sorry for putting you in that position...for making you feel that way because of my terrible behavior."

There is a brief pause in the discussion as Olivia clears her throat, Amanda's heart sinking with dread when she begins speaking again. "I think it would be best if we went our separate ways now, okay? I appreciate you coming over to help me out, especially since you're still recovering from the flu, but I'm sure I'll be able to manage on my own from this point on."

"But you just said that your wrist and shoulder were hurting really badly-" Amanda starts to object, Olivia holding up a hand and her tone firm when she interrupts.

"I'm fine, Rollins. Please go home now."

Amanda winces at the terse use of her last name, as it now seems like they have taken another step back from one another while Olivia tries to put some distance between them; going from the silly monicker of 'Mandy', to the proper use of her first name, and ending with 'Rollins', which makes it sound like they are working a case out in the field or having a regular day at the precinct instead of being pressed so intimately together on the couch.

"Okay, Liv, if that's what you really want, I'll leave," Amanda murmurs defeatedly as she begins the process of attempting to untangle herself from the bare limbs of her boss. "But if you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to call or text me-"

Amanda freezes suddenly as she is overcome by a wave of arousal so intense that an unintended moan rips from her throat, Olivia's knee accidentally grinding hard against her core as they try to pull away from each other and struggle to their feet. Both women come to an immediate halt on the cushions as the shocking sound seems to reverberate throughout the apartment before everything falls silent once again and the only noise is the mingling of their hot breath, Amanda panting wildly and Olivia inhaling and exhaling more slowly, as if she is striving to get ahold of herself.

Amanda is overwhelmed with embarrassment at letting loose with such a lustful and tasteless sound while tangled up in an intimate knot with her lieutenant, but quickly finds that she cannot move without making the noise again or at the risk of something even worse and more personal happening. Olivia's knee is clenched tightly between her thighs as the strong muscles seem to have developed a mind of their own and are clutching very hard onto the shapely limb, drawing it even further into her core to press deliciously against the damp crotch of her underwear.

"Oh god," Amanda squeaks out amid labored breaths, the two of them locked together in such a cramped position on the cushions that her muscles are screaming in protest but the area between her legs is soaked and aching and begging for relief.

"Um, Olivia, please don't move," she begs in a mortified tone, simultaneously wanting to seek the relief that she so desperately craves by inching just a little bit closer and letting Olivia's knee do the rest, but knowing that she can't just lay here beneath the naked body of her lieutenant and get herself off.

Amanda is afraid if Olivia moves at all, then that will be it for her and she will explode into a shaking and gasping puddle right there on the couch, but maybe if they both lie still for a few minutes she will be able to get herself back under control, willing her brain to think of something that is not even remotely sexual. Olivia appears eager to heed her frantic request as the older woman goes completely still on top of her, Amanda trying to ignore the way the brunette's bare breasts are pushing into her own and how warm it feels around Olivia's uncovered pelvic region.

She is a soaking wet mess, blonde bangs plastered to her forehead with sweat and tiny beads of moisture lining the entire length of her body, her panties sticking right to her skin in a large damp patch, and Amanda has to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep from asking Olivia to slide her fingers down from where they are gripping onto her ribs. She is determined to wipe that image right from her brain; the thought of Olivia trailing probing fingers very slowly along her quivering flesh to replace her knee with her hand and bring Amanda the sweet relief that her body is screaming for.

She tries to calm her breathing down, eyelids fluttering closed so she is no longer looking into those intense dark orbs that are staring so unblinkingly back at her, picturing the most boring scenarios that she can possibly imagine in order to become more centered and serene. Amanda is able to start getting control of herself bit by bit as she tries not to think of what could be on Olivia's mind right now; all the thoughts that are likely churning through the older woman's brain as her detective lies beneath her naked form in a hyper-aroused state.

"Rollins..." Olivia's breathy, tentative voice breaks the awkward cycle of silence and conversation that seems to keep happening over and over again, Amanda jerking slightly into the curvy body resting atop her own and praying that her boss doesn't move the knee that is still pressed so tantalizingly into the core. "This is going to sound extremely inappropriate and is definitely not a suitable discussion for me to be having with my subordinate, but you're obviously very worked up right now and I can feel how, um...wet...you are, so maybe I should give you some privacy to...scratch that itch."

Olivia's stunning suggestion is all it takes for the strongest orgasm that Amanda has ever experienced to come barrelling straight through her, the exquisite sensation pooling in the pit of her stomach before radiating outwards from her groin to encompass her entire body, Amanda's eyes rolling back in her head and an "Oh, fuck, Liv, yesssss" escaping from her mouth before she can stop the words, an earth-shattering moan of satisfaction accompanying it.

When the incredible pleasure begins to recede and she lays there in the aftermath of her explosion, trying to catch her breath, a wave of absolute horror washes over her at the full realization of what has just happened as well as the possible implications of engaging in such an act, despite it being just an accident. Before Olivia can even start to speak, Amanda is sliding inelegantly from underneath her, muttering a string of apologies as she tries not to jostle the injured woman too much in her frenzied efforts to get away, clambering to her feet and not even thinking to reach out and swipe her clothes from where they have fallen off the back of the couch, the garments lying crumpled on the floor.

Humiliated tears are streaking Amanda's cheeks as she races into the bathroom and locks herself in, almost taking a tumble onto the damp floor as she slips on the leftover water spilled from Olivia's bath a few hours prior, her arms windmilling as she tries to right herself before ending up just as wounded as Olivia is. She paces back and forth across the tiles at a fast gait, clumsily sidestepping the puddles instead of cleaning them up, wringing her hands in nervous mortification as she wonders if Olivia will fire her for this potentially unforgivable transgression.

Amanda jumps when she hears a loud knock on the door, although Olivia's presence on the other side of the grainy wood is not at all unexpected, letting out a heavy sigh and wishing she had remembered to bring her clothes in with her. She feels chilly and exposed in her skimpy bra and panties set, her underwear practically see-through with the evidence of her desire, and fights the urge to pull the drenched material over her hips and down her legs so she can be rid of it.

"Please leave me alone, Olivia!" Amanda calls out, raking her hands back through her disheveled blonde hair in shame and swiping with annoyance at the tears. "If you want to go wait in your bedroom for a minute, I can go back out to the living room and get dressed, and then I'll be on my way."

"You don't have to leave," she hears the older woman say in response through the closed door, Olivia's voice muffled and her tone unreadable.

"But I thought that's what you wanted me to do," Amanda replies in confusion, tilting her head to the side and running a palm over the beads of sweat lining her neck. "And you must want me to leave even more now than you already did."

"I'm sorry I said that, okay? I didn't mean it. Will you just open the door, please?" Olivia sounds pretty worked up herself now; insistent and impatient and exasperated, and Amanda curses herself for putting more stress on her lieutenant while she is in pain and recovering.

"Alright," she mumbles through clenched teeth, swiping a towel from the rack to cover up the front of her body, although it's probably an unnecessary action after all that Olivia has just seen and heard and felt from her, carefully opening the door a crack so that only one of her blue eyes is visible in the tiny space.

"Oh, for god's sake," Olivia huffs with a roll of those dark orbs, Amanda unable to tell if she is angry or amused. "Will you just come out of there so we can talk? Or at least open the door a little wider so I can actually see your face?"

Amanda obliges and opens the door a minuscule amount, watching as Olivia rolls her eyes again and noticing that the other woman has draped the blanket around herself to cover her nudity, the cast on her wrist held protectively against her chest like she is hurting. Despite the wild brown hair that frames Olivia's bruised and stitched face, the brunette looking pale and drawn and definitely worse for wear, Amanda is stunned at the beauty that still resides there too; shocked that there is seemingly nothing that can happen to Olivia Benson to reduce how gorgeous she is, and feeling another twinge between her legs as they gaze at each other.

"I had one too," Olivia whispers abruptly as a blush begins to stain her cheeks, and Amanda cracks the door open a bit wider, frowning in confusion.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I had an...orgasm," Olivia admits with a sigh, as if she is loathe to actually say the word, Amanda straightening up as the towel almost slips from her grip and her heart rate begins to pick up the pace once again. "Well, actually, I had two."

"What?" Amanda gapes at the older woman in shock, swinging the door open all the way so they are now standing there with no barriers between them. "When?"

"Just now, after you left the couch," Olivia's voice is hushed when she speaks, the lieutenant covering her eyes for a moment as if overcome with an embarrassing memory. "And a few hours ago, after you came out here to give me some privacy because I was, well, getting busy with myself, as Fin would probably say."

Amanda gazes in disbelief at her boss, apparently having been so caught up in her own pleasurable moment and trying to reign in her escalating desire, that she hadn't been aware of Olivia coming apart at the seams as well and struggling to hold herself together. A stunned chuckle erupts from her mouth before she can put a halt to it, not wanting Olivia to be offended by laughing in these circumstances but unable to control her sudden hilarity at the situation and feeling a bit delirious, the stress and anxiety melting away as her shoulders convulse with giggles.

Tears of laughter are blurring her vision but Amanda can see the smile tugging at the corners of Olivia's lips before the older woman is snickering just as hard as she is, and as they stand there in a state of semi-nudity, holding onto their respective coverings as they laugh, the mirth and relief and arousal is coiled so tightly inside of Amanda that she doesn't know what to do with herself. She is exhausted to the point of a possible collapse onto the floor, the lack of sleep and remnants of the flu and worry for her injured boss combining with her extreme feelings of lust and something else that goes much deeper, and finally Amanda's giggles trail off and she just lets out a fatigued groan.

She hears a similar noise from Olivia in return, but this sound is one of distinct pain, and Amanda steps forward to lay a concerned hand on the taller woman's blanket-clad arm. "You should take some more meds, Liv."

This simple suggestion is enough to get them going all over again, both women howling with hysterical laughter at the mention of the narcotics that had started this whole mess, and Amanda feels like she is going crazy with the amount of conflicting emotions that are churning through her. Olivia looks just as shaky on her feet as she herself is, and she winds a tender arm around the brunette's waist before leading them with measured steps back over the couch that she had so quickly vacated.

"Sit down for a minute, okay, Liv? I'll be right back."

Amanda grabs her clothes from the floor and hurries into Olivia's bedroom to change, rummaging around on the nightstand to locate the bottle of pain medication and getting down on her hands and knees in order to find her phone. After plucking the device from its hiding place beneath the bed, she scrolls down the screen and expels a tired sigh when she sees the number of missed calls and messages from Fin and Carisi and Kim.

Since her co-workers had just walked in on them at the most inopportune of times, Amanda doesn't have to deal with either of the men right now, and resolves to communicate with Kim again after she has a proper talk with Olivia, the two of them obviously needing to get a lot of things out into the open. Once she is dressed in the outfit she had been wearing when she had met Olivia and the guys here after their stay in the emergency room, she pads back out to the couch with a robe slung over her arm and hands it to Olivia.

The older woman takes the robe and the pills from her with a nod of thanks, draping the soft material over the blanket that she is still wrapped in but not actually putting it on, and giving the bottle of medication a wary glance before setting it aside. Amanda perches on the cushions next to her, unsure of exactly what to day after all of the insanity of the past several hours, and finally deciding that she just can't take it anymore and has had enough.

"I like you, Olivia," she blurts out, wincing inwardly at the immature statement but continuing to plod on with her confession before she loses her nerve. "Well, that's the understatement of the year, actually." Amanda stops for a few seconds to blow out a shaky breath before continuing. "A few hours ago, you asked me if that's all we are to each other; just friends. Well, for me, it goes far beyond that. I have feelings for you that are pretty deep by this point because they've been there for a long time now. Although you might have already guessed all of that, considering what just happened on this couch."

Amanda's heart is racing out of control as she forces herself not to look away from the woman who is staring so intently back at her, those large dark eyes boring into her own blue orbs and her expression not giving anything away, although Amanda's chest aches at the vulnerability of Olivia's pose. The other woman is curled up naked on the cushions with both the blanket and robe covering her, the injuries on her face appearing worse than they had during the night and the cast on her wrist still clutched protectively against her body.

Amanda takes the chance and sidles closer on the couch, reaching out to place a gentle hand on Olivia's knee and feeling the brunette trembling slightly beneath her touch. She strokes her thumb back and forth across the soft material of the robe as she nervously awaits an answer, trying to push down that need to jump up and flee the room again.

"You don't have to say anything back," she finally concedes in a disappointed tone, her hand coming to a stop on Olivia's knee and giving a small squeeze. "I know this is a really bad time to be bringing up my feelings for you and I honestly wasn't going to do it while you were recovering, but then this thing happened between us-"

Amanda lets out a squeak of surprise when her lips are firmly covered by Olivia's, the other woman's plush mouth sucking all the air from her lungs the moment their lips connect, and she is melting swiftly into the curvy body nestled against her own, winding her arms around Olivia's neck as the kiss quickly becomes more passionate. She shudders in pleasure when she feels Olivia's fingers sneaking beneath the hem of her shirt to caress over the heated bare skin of her side and is aware of the bulky cast bumping lightly against her back, reminded that they have to be careful and not let things get too out of control again.

"In case you haven't noticed by all the signs I've been giving you since I got home from the hospital, those deep feelings of yours are mutual," Olivia chuckles when they pull away from each other and rest their foreheads together, their panting breath mingling in the tiny space between their faces. "I remember most of what I did now, Amanda...the texting and the shower, telling you about my post-work activities and the, um, self-love session in my bedroom that I've already mentioned. Obviously I was a little less subtle about it than I would have been otherwise, and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way, but my feelings for you are very real."

An elation the likes of which Amanda has never experienced before instantly wipes away every last ounce of exhaustion and worry, leaving only relief and contentment in its wake as she seeks to assure Olivia again that she didn't make her feel uncomfortable; only aroused beyond belief. They laugh softly together and snuggle closer on the cushions, Amanda making sure that Olivia's wrist is propped up comfortably and her shoulder isn't sitting at an awkward angle, smoothing the unruly hair back from her face and entering into a negotiation about whether or not Olivia should take more pain medication.

Once it's decided that she will take half of the recommended dose for now and they will see how she's feeling in a little while, Amanda starts making plans for what she will cook Olivia for brunch and urging the older woman to go back to bed for some more rest while she attends to their meal. As she starts helping the brunette off the couch into a standing position, she finds herself tugged back into Olivia's uninjured side for another searing kiss, the gesture leaving Amanda breathless and tingling, but frowning when she notices that Olivia is craning her neck toward the door.

"What's wrong?" she asks as that familiar worry begins to creep back in once more.

"Oh, nothing, just making sure that Fin and Carisi aren't about to come bursting through the door again while we're making out on the couch," Olivia explains with a snicker and a roll of her eyes. "I think I might have to revoke Fin's emergency key after that little stunt."

"They were just concerned for our well-being," Amanda laughs as she tries to defend her co-workers' actions and then shakes her head upon remembering the disapproval and judgment the men had shown after mistakenly thinking they had been engaging in sexual activity while Olivia was hurt. "Hmm, on second thought, I think you're right. You better take that key away just to be safe."

Olivia chuckles in response and they share a warm smile as Amanda wraps her arms around the woman that means more to her than anyone she has ever known, a joyous feeling spreading through her chest as she thinks of everything that awaits them once Olivia is healed.