This story will be a two-part oneshot; soo a twoshot?

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"Liv?"

"Rollins, I'm busy, I can't talk right now." Olivia called back, rushing into the elevator.

The blonde had been hounding her all day, on and off for the last week. She reached for the buttons hastily, pressing for the ground so she may gain her escape, but Amanda was quick; she caught the closing door with a smile and slid into the near void elevator.

"I have to be in court." Olivia groaned, closing her eyes in frustration.

"God Liv! I only need a minute." Amanda chirped.

Amanda had the persistence of a small child in the candy isle of a supermarket; it was really starting to get on Olivia's nerves.

"What?" Olivia sighed, fingers moving to massage her temples where yet another Amanda induced headache was forming.

If Amanda noticed Olivia's annoyance at all then she didn't let on in the slightest, instead continuing to rant with the occasional slip of her country drawl that had become almost endearing to anyone that wasn't Olivia.

"...and so I think he did it because, I mean, he's got no alibi other than that of his criminal mother that no one with a head thinner than a brick would trust. He fits the description that Nadia and Elise gave us, I know that Greta's is kind of shaky but she was drugged and I will admit that's new for him but I am still convinced it's the same guy, all we need is a warrant for the DNA sample and then..."

Amanda was suddenly silenced by Olivia's lips against her own in a hasty kiss that left Amanda struggling for breath against the elevator wall, elbow hitting several buttons in its path.

"Thank god that shut you up." Olivia breathed as she broke the kiss and took a few steps back from Amanda, relief of silence wavering over her, as though nothing had just occurred.

Amanda remained silent, back only millimetres shy of the wall, within the now still elevator.

"I need to get to court; could you Amanda?" Olivia requested impatiently, motioning to the button that would start the elevator again.

Amanda remained motionless still, eyes fixated on a spot blocked by Olivia's abdomen. Olivia continued to grow impatient, eventually approaching the younger woman so that she may gain access to the wall behind.

"Can you at least move?" Olivia questioned irritably.

As Olivia grasped Amanda's shoulder with the intention of moving her, she gained the direct stare of the young, blonde detective. Their eyes locked, Olivia's hand unmoving from her shoulder, though grip growing significantly softer until it became more a caress. Olivia had to admit that she hadn't only kissed Amanda to shut her up. Well, she had but it wasn't the first time she had thought about it. Amanda's large blue-green eyes followed Olivia's own movements as she trailed her vision from the flushed and heaving breasts of the woman in front of her, up curve of her neck and over the path of her cheek, back up to the doe-like eyes that entranced her. Olivia's body moved closer, hand sliding softly from Amanda's shoulder, down to clasp her wrist, olive fingers sliding gently across Amanda's slender, creamy hand. Olivia hesitated, her other hand winding around Amanda's waist, under the leather of her jacket, fingers teasing at the fabric of her tank top. Olivia could feel the rise and fall of Amanda's breasts against her own, surely fuelling her heartbeat. They both hesitated now, this time Amanda pulling Olivia's lips to her own. Amanda wound her thumbs beneath Olivia's shirt collar, nails scraping lightly against the taut skin, fingers pulling the woman closer via the black cotton scrunched between her fingers. Their kiss deepened, Amanda relishing the guttural moan that Olivia released, as their tongues melded together, Olivia sucking on the blonde's lip tenderly before nipping on her tongue. Olivia moved to push Amanda's back against the closed elevator doors, a quiet thud signalling her contact with its shining surface. The kiss broke, Amanda's chest heaving as she pulled at the brunette's shirt, several buttons flying free across the floor. The olive curvature of voluptuous cleavage attracted Amanda's attention as she felt her mouth go dry with the anticipation of wrapping her mouth around a coffee coloured nipple. Olivia watched on, amused, as Amanda licked her lips and traced her eyes across the brunette's curves; a glistening hunger brazing over Amanda's eyes.

"I have to wear this shirt to court you know?" Olivia whispered, breaking the heavy silence between them.

She ran her finger across the exposed skin of Amanda's waist, aiming to regain the blonde's full attention. Eyes hooked again, kiss ignited briskly before Amanda trailed lips across Olivia's jawbone and down to her ample chest.

"I'll buy you a new shirt." Amanda breathed, laying another heated kiss, sucking on a portion of Olivia's left breast.

Her hands wandered up Olivia's strong stomach, caressing her ribs, and dragging her nails painfully across the woman's side. Olivia's skin quivered beneath the blonde's touch, a strangled moan flowing involuntarily from her lips at the tension released by Amanda's nails, as she travelled upwards to olive breasts.

"There won't be time." Olivia choked, pulling Amanda's body closer, grasping the blonde's arse.

This action caused the two to stumble slightly, knocking a phone from its hook where it dangled and clanked against the wall. Olivia hesitated this time, releasing Amanda from her grip and taking a step away. Her hair had come loose from its clip, splaying around her face, breasts bulging from her broken shirt and face flushed. Amanda wanted to speak but she couldn't find the words, Olivia couldn't think straight. Amanda caught her eye again, approaching cautiously before sealing them back together with a heated kiss. As she felt Olivia relax, the blonde released her own tension, inhibiting her strength and close to throwing Olivia against the wall. She did. Her palms flat against the detective's shoulders, raging hunger within her stomach. She searched for Olivia's remaining buttons, slowly, painfully, each one popping from its place until the shirt hung loosely on Olivia's shoulders. Olivia reached for the blonde, only to have her hands restrained by her wrists and held above her head. Shock crossed her face; she had not expected Amanda to have so much strength.

"You started this; I'm going to finish it." Amanda breathed, as though reading Olivia's mind.

If she hadn't been so full of desire then Olivia would have objected but she couldn't, the fire in her veins pulled her towards Amanda, an exhaustion of pure need. Amanda grinned before unhooking Olivia's bra at the front, clasp snapping open, revealing a pair of luscious breasts free from their confines. Now unclipped, the black lace accompanied its owner's shirt, hanging loosely across olive toned shoulders. Amanda released Olivia's wrists, tracing a path with her nails until she reached Olivia's neck, leaving an angry red mark that elicited a hiss from Olivia's teeth. Olivia exhaled again, unsure whether her body had reacted to the pleasure or the pain. Amanda toyed with one breast as she suckled on another, tongue flicking across Olivia's straining nipple before she bit down slightly, Olivia cried out, hands winding themselves into Amanda's hair. Amanda continued kissing her way across the painful rise and fall of olive skin that rippled in pleasure at her every touch, tongue dipping into Olivia's bellybutton and trailing all the way down to the waistband of her jeans. Olivia's fingers wound themselves deeper, scratching at her scalp, as Amanda dextrously slid off the belt that would usually hold Olivia's gun and handcuffs. She pulled each button from its place before the clicking sound of a zip filled their ears. Olivia gasped, first at the intrusion of cold air as Amanda slid the jeans down her thighs, second as Amanda's fingers slid across the wetness of fabric shielding her core, Amanda smiled. The whole thing was surreal, they had only imagined each other this way in the most private parts of their existence, and Amanda had never imagined making the brunette as vulnerable as she was now. Olivia hardly ever gave her the time of day, but she'd been patient, persistent, unwilling to go unnoticed by the gorgeous woman before her. Olivia had noticed her, from the moment she arrived; the blonde had caught her eye and her intrigue.

"Manda..." Olivia breathed, eyes closed, savouring every sensation.

Amanda grinned to herself as she slid her hands up the length of the detective's legs. Her fingers wandered from the thin ankles all the way up to Olivia's muscular legs, fingers catching in the crook of the brunette's knee before her thumbs trailed softly inside the woman's thighs. Olivia's heat radiated against her as she slipped aside black panties to reveal a wet core. Her fingers grazed across Olivia's wet opening, eliciting a tantalising moan that filled their tiny space. It caused Amanda to become bold, leaning into Olivia, as she gripped at Olivia's hips, nails digging softly into their sensitive flesh. Her tongue darted into Olivia's warmth, causing the brunette above her to almost collapse. Amanda expected Olivia to stop her, push her away, but she quickly became aware of how much wetter Olivia had become and how wobbly Olivia's legs were. A satisfied moan released from Olivia's lips as she supported herself on Amanda's shoulders. Amanda wound her hands around Olivia's legs, pulling the woman into her, holding her up as she continued.

"Ma...Manda..." Olivia moaned another catching in her throat, as she dug her nails into Amanda's jacket.

Amanda could feel the strength of Olivia's hold but knew that she was holding back, the woman was so much stronger than her, she had imagined Olivia being the dominant kind despite loving power herself, especially against a woman she knew to be so strong. She guessed that the idea had taken her because of how no-nonsense, kickass, and just uniquely her that Olivia was.

"Liv?" Amanda whispered, hot breath sending a shiver inside Olivia.

"Mngh..." The brunette groaned.

"Nothing." Amanda smiled before flicking her tongue across Olivia's swollen clit.

Olivia's body shook, Amanda began swirling her tongue around the swollen bud until the brunette gained release. A guttural moan escaped from the very pit of Olivia's desire, she collapsed, body quivering with overwhelming sensations as Amanda guided her fall. Amanda straddled the brunette, kissing her neck softly, blonde tresses tickling at Olivia's exposed chest. Olivia opened her eyes, gaze falling softly against the beautiful, southern, blonde who often annoyed her more than anything; but Olivia managed nothing less than affection as she watched the large blue-green eyes gaze at her with more appreciation than any she had ever encountered.

"Amanda?" She whispered.

Amanda looked up to see chocolate eyes searching her form, every angle of her face, before olive fingers grasped at her chin. Their lips melded in a soft kiss, broken only by the sudden jolt of the restarting elevator.

"Shit!"

Olivia grasped at her pants, pulling them quickly before tackling their remaining difficulties. Amanda aided in the redoing of her bra and buttons with perfect time to rearrange themselves to a point they had been before this morning. As the doors creaked open a crowd of worried onlookers cast their curious eyes upon the women before them. Among the many faces were that of Cragen, Nick and Fin; all of which reeled with the anticipation of a response.

"Are you two aright?" Cragen asked finally, breaking the thick silence that loomed upon them.

"More than." Olivia smiled awkwardly. "But Cabot is gonna have my arse if I don't at least show up in court today." She finished with a wave and rush towards the building doors, a trail of eyes following her departure.

Eyes focussed back to Amanda who now stood alone in the elevator, praying for a way out.

"We tried to call." Fin said suddenly.

"Mine's flat." Amanda shrugged. "Liv must have left hers upstairs."

"The service phone?" Nick questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Amanda's head turned slightly, vaguely remembering the two of them knocking it from its place. She shrugged again, trying to fight off a grin that had permanently attached itself to their experience in the elevator.

"Anyway." Amanda sighed. "I hope it doesn't happen again, I better take Liv's phone to her."

Amanda's grin as she left the crowd, just like Olivia's exposed cleavage and mysterious red marks, had not gone unnoticed by Fin; he even chuckled to himself, earning a disapproving glare from Amaro. He had wondered how long this would take.

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