This is not my first fic (by a longshot…) but it is the first one I'm publishing for Rolivia. Hope you all enjoy.

Interrogation

Amanda was mesmerized, blue eyes following her Lieutenant with razor-sharp precision as the brunette expertly unraveled the perp she was sweating in the interrogation room.

In reality, the guy was guilty as sin. They knew it. He knew it. And on some level, he knew they knew it. Even without a confession, the squad would be handing an airtight case to their ADA. Ideally, their victim wouldn't even have to testify.

But Olivia had wanted a run at him anyway. She wanted to get him to admit what he did, if for no other reason than to help the victim on the path toward healing.

This tenacity was one of countless things that drew Amanda to the older woman; that had her rooted to this spot, hypnotized as she followed Olivia's every move.

Olivia Benson was a force to be reckoned with. Her reputation had preceded her to the point that Amanda admired the woman from afar before she ever got a chance to work with her. But getting to watch the Lieutenant close up? Getting to learn from her, work with her….

She watched as Olivia leaned in close to their perp; her face only inches from his, her voice low, taking on that throaty quality that always seemed to bring people to their knees. The brunette oozed sex, and she knew it. Used it.

Amanda had been attracted to Olivia for a long time. Years, even. She figured half the department probably was—and the other half was probably in denial. How could they not be, she wondered incredulously. Through the glass, she allowed her eyes to rake over the Lieutenant; from her fierce-yet-feminine heeled boots, to the tight black pants that seemed to cling perfectly to every dip and curve of definition on her mile-long legs, to the emerald blouse that made everything about the older woman just pop.

Through the speaker on the wall, she listened as Olivia aligned herself with the perp. The brunette's voice was smooth, just enough seduction woven into her words that she had the guy—and Amanda—hanging onto her every syllable.

Olivia ambled her way from the power-position she held behind the perp to perch on the edge of the table in front of him, situating herself just close enough that the Lieutenant could tell he was uncomfortable with the proximity. Amanda's breath hitched on the other side of the glass when Olivia leaned forward, further into her subject's personal space. It was a subtle movement, but it allowed Amanda the tiniest peek at bared cleavage, contained by a scrap of dark lace.

Amanda felt her cheeks tint with an aroused blush; her teeth sunk into her lower lip and moisture pooled in her panties as she became so engrossed in the scene in front of her that she didn't even notice that Fin had joined her at the one-way glass.

"She'll break 'im," her colleague said confidently, sparing her a sideways glance. "Look at the bastard. He's sweating."

Can you blame the guy?

Amanda hummed in agreement, unable to tear her eyes away.

"I got this," Fin said, motioning toward the interrogation room through the glass. "Go get you a snack or somethin', Rollins," he smirked. "You don't look right…"

Amanda had finally forced herself to step away and half-heartedly picked at a bag of chips while she tried to tackle the growing mountain of paperwork on the side of her desk.

She couldn't concentrate, though. Instead of the reports she was working on, she could only see Olivia circling the table in the interrogation room. Instead of the bustle of the squad room, she could only hear Olivia's voice.

After shifting uncomfortably in her seat for what felt like the tenth time, Amanda sighed, tossing her pen on the desktop and closing her laptop. She looked around; it was getting into the evening hours, and apart from her colleagues handling the interrogation, there wasn't much activity going on. She couldn't work like this, and if she was quick, they wouldn't miss her.

Quickly but calmly, the blonde detective made her way up the stairs to the cribs, breathing a sigh of relief when she pushed the door open and found the dingy room deserted. A cursory peek into the locker room, where the showers were, yielded the same result, and she took a deep breath, making her way to a cot in the corner, farthest from the door.

Olivia had gotten under her skin—so much so, Amanda knew it wouldn't take her long once she got going. She lay down on the bed and unbuckled her belt with shaking fingers, leaving the zipper intact but undoing the button of her pants before sliding her hand inside, beneath the satin of her panties.

Her eyes drifted shut as her fingers made contact with hot, drenched flesh, sliding through the ocean of wetness that her Lieutenant had coaxed from her body without even trying. Circling her swollen clit with the pad of her middle finger, she pushed her hips into her own touch, letting a muted groan escape parted lips as images of the brunette woman flooded her mind.

Warm brown eyes, olive skin, that freckle that liked to peek out on her upper lip from time to time when her lip-gloss wore off… She imagined Olivia talking to her in that sultry voice she used in interrogations, her deliciously curvy body hovering over her own, plump lips devouring her mouth, heavy panting breaths hitting her cheek as her own slender fingers curved around full breasts, massaging…

"Oh, God," Amanda murmured. She tossed her head back into the thin pillow, allowing the tips of her fingers to circle her clit faster and faster, images and sensations of Olivia running at warped speed through her head—both real and imagined.

She was getting so close. Her hips were moving rhythmically into her hand, her inner walls clenching furiously despite having nothing to tighten around. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, her breath coming out in labored pants as her face scrunched up in pleasure.

"Li-Liv…"

Any second now…

...

The bastard finally broke.

She had played every card in the deck, every page of her playbook, and she finally broke him.

It had taken hours, and she felt disgusting. Not just from the mental exertion, but also from being in close proximity to such a vile piece of shit. She shuddered as she made her way up toward the showers, recalling how close she'd had to get to him as part of her act. So close she could practically feel his rancid breath hitting her face.

Fin and Carisi had done the honors of taking him to Central Booking to be processed, and after responding to a couple of high-priority emails, she'd trudged upstairs, eager to wash the filth of the day off of her skin.

She opened the door to the cribs softly just in case someone was getting some shut-eye, but stopped just inside the doorway when she heard a faint noise coming from the opposite end of the room. It sounded like…moaning, coupled every few seconds with heaving, panting breaths.

Concerned that someone was in the throes of a vivid nightmare, she slowly made her way toward the source of the sounds, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light of the room.

"Li-Liv…"

Olivia's brow furrowed. That sounded like Amanda.

As she stepped closer, her eyes widened and her mouth went slack as she finally got an unobstructed view of her subordinate.

Amanda was sprawled across the furthermost twin bed; blonde bangs sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead, her eyes were shut tight, teeth dug so deeply into her lower lip Olivia was surprised she wasn't drawing blood. The most surprising thing, however, was the hand that was working furiously beneath the material of the detective's pants, the muscles in her forearm visibly rippling with effort.

"Fuck, Liv…" Amanda panted breathlessly, tossing her head from side to side on the lumpy pillow.

Without taking another second to think, Olivia stepped closer to the bed, lowering herself onto the edge of the mattress at the same time that her hand grasped Amanda's arm.

The blonde's eyes darted open at the sudden contact, thinking she was alone, and the flush in her cheeks quickly changed from arousal to embarrassment as the subject of her fantasies suddenly appeared on the small bed beside her.

Fuck.

"I…uh—this…" Amanda stammered, closing her eyes tightly against the inquisitive stare the older woman was laying on her and pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand. "Shit, I'm—"

Olivia's grip tightened on the arm in her grasp. "Are you close?" the brunette murmured.

Amanda's eyes popped open again, searching Olivia's. Of all the things she might have expected the older woman to say, that had not been among them. She was stunned silent and could only nod in response, her eyes widening when Olivia moved to pull her hand from her pants. She released an involuntary whimper at the sudden loss of contact, her eyes never leaving Olivia's face as the Lieutenant's hand hovered over the waistband of her jeans. "Can I?"

The younger woman couldn't blink, for fear of this all dissolving into a sordid dream. Surely Olivia was not offering to finish what she'd started and get her off. Surely not…

Only…she was.

"Amanda," Olivia prodded gently, the softness in her brown eyes dwarfed only by the lust the blonde could see growing in intensity. "Can I?" she repeated.

Dumbly, Amanda nodded again and her eyes closed of their own accord when long, tanned fingers disappeared beneath her jeans and found her wetness.

Olivia propped herself up on an elbow beside the blonde, watching the pleasure contort the younger woman's face as her fingers circled her clit before dipping down to tease her entrance. She dipped her head down and dotted kisses along Amanda's shoulder, stopping when her lips pressed lightly against her ear. "You're so wet, Amanda," she marveled huskily.

"Mhmm," Amanda whimpered, licking her lips and nodding her head; eyes still shut tight as her boss's fingers pleasured her. She turned her head, blinking lazily at Olivia before letting out a sharp cry as the older woman's thumb put much-needed pressure on her clit. Her outburst sparked a barely coherent thought, which she voiced with herculean effort between soft moans. "The door…"

"Fin and Carisi took Tackett to central booking," Olivia whispered, watching the blonde shiver against her. "It's just us."

Amanda nodded faintly in acknowledgement and Olivia couldn't resist, leaning forward and capturing the younger woman's lips in a languid kiss, tongues darting out to play lightly with the other's.

Breaking the kiss, Olivia shifted so she had better leverage and she teased Amanda's opening with two fingertips before sliding her fingers inside, filling the younger woman and garnering a guttural groan that was released against her lips. The blonde arched her back, meeting each of Olivia's thrusts with a pleasured grunt.

Hovering on the edge, Amanda reached out, her fingers wrapping around Olivia's arm in a vice grip, preventing the Lieutenant from extracting her hand. "Don't…don't st-stop," she grated, gritting her teeth.

The brunette plunged her fingers in and out of the detective, angling her hand just slightly so she could get to Amanda's clit with her thumb before pressing down. "Come, Amanda," she urged quietly, eyes staring almost unblinkingly at the younger woman.

Amanda's back bowed, a visceral groan escaping her throat as she let go, walls tightening impossibly around her boss's fingers. "Oh, Gooooooood…"

"That's it," Olivia coaxed, gradually slowing her movements as Amanda flopped back on the mattress, completely spent. Gently, the brunette extracted her fingers, taking care to swipe Amanda's sensitive clit as she did so, smirking when the younger woman's body jolted at the unexpected stimulation.

"Shit," Amanda gasped.

Olivia watched Amanda's breathing return to a normal cadence, softly rubbing circles on the younger woman's stomach. When the other woman's eyelids finally opened to reveal blue irises, Olivia smiled. "I didn't know you thought about me like this."

Amanda snorted in laughter, looking away from Olivia briefly as she laced her fingers with the brunette's, resting on her stomach. "Not exactly something you bring up at the coffee counter, Lieutenant."

"Fair enough," Olivia conceded with a smile. For a brief moment, brown eyes locked on blue before Amanda threaded her free hand through Olivia's hair, pulling the other woman closer until their lips touched, deepening the kiss immediately and smiling against the older woman's lips when the move prompted a soft moan.

"What made you come up here?" she husked, nuzzling Olivia's nose with her own.

The brunette cupped Amanda's cheek, resting her forehead against the younger woman's. "I wanted to shower that interrogation off me." She winked at the blonde, smirking, "I heard you moan my name and got distracted."

Pink tinted Amanda's cheeks and she bit her lip shyly. "Oh," she chuckled.

Olivia stood up from the cot, offering her hand to Amanda and helping to pull her up. "I never got that shower," she said, eyes darting to the open belt hanging at the detective's waist.

"No, I guess you didn't," Amanda returned, matter-of-factly, a smile tugging at her lips.

"And," Olivia pushed damp locks of blonde hair off the younger woman's forehead, "It looks like you're a little sweaty," she observed. Amanda arched an eyebrow at her Lieutenant, prompting the brunette to bite her lip before raising her eyebrows inquisitively. "Join me?"

Love it? Hate it? Think I should go back to writing my original ship and shelve this experiment forever? You know what to do...