This story is just a two-shot, so this will be the final chapter. Just a reminder that this fic takes place in season 20, but Billie doesn't exist and Amanda never dated Dr. Al.

I've upped the rating of this story to an M for sexual situations so please be aware of that before continuing to read, if this subject matter is not something that interests you.

I'm working on the final chapter of "Upon the Stair" and a new chapter for my drabble series, so hopefully I can get both of those updates posted soon. I apologize for how long it's taking to complete my Christmas fic - I'm still working on it, but I'm hoping to get it done at some point in the near future.

Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read, review, favorite and follow this story! I really appreciate it! :)

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Amanda must be dreaming.

That is the only explanation she can come up with for what is currently happening in Olivia Benson's bed, a sacred spot that she never would have guessed she'd be lucky enough to spend time in. Amanda is convinced that she must have drifted into slumber at some point during their conversation and in her sleep-deprived, sex-starved state, she has conjured up the scenario that she wishes was taking place.

They are both laying there stark naked, curled onto their sides and facing each other with the covers pulled over their shoulders to allow for some modesty, blue eyes trained intently on brown as the occasional ragged gasp of air punctuates the darkness. Shockingly, once Amanda had begun shedding her pajamas, Olivia had quickly followed suit, the two of them undressing in record time like they were in a race to see who could get naked the fastest while trying to keep their nude forms concealed beneath the blankets.

The fleeting burst of enthusiasm to free themselves from their confining nightwear and revel in their natural states seems to have died down as they lie in quiet calmness, although Amanda can still feel a nervous energy thrumming through her system and hopes Olivia doesn't regret what they have just done. "So...this is different," she finally ventures in a tentative tone, relieved when a shy chuckle sounds in return.

"Yup, we've never done this before." There is some hesitation evident in Olivia's voice, although Amanda is gratified to hear a note of excitement as well. "Are you sure you're not uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, Liv," Amanda assures her softly, reaching out to stroke her fingertips along the quilt that is covering Olivia's arm but longing to touch silky, bare skin instead. "Better than fine, actually."

"Good, I'm glad. I'm fine too." There is a brief pause, as if Olivia is gearing up to say something else, and Amanda readies herself for whatever it might be. "So what do you want to do now?"

She has to hide a smile at the bashful, adorable questions her lieutenant is asking, Olivia sounding so much younger and less confident than she normally does. "Should we just go to sleep, since the kids will probably wake us up really early in the morning?"

"Let's not talk about the kids," Amanda says with a shrug of one shoulder. "And we can do whatever we want. I don't know about you, but I'm suddenly wide awake, so sleep is the last thing on my mind right now."

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so tired myself anymore," Olivia acknowledges quietly, Amanda's heart giving a delighted leap when the other woman shifts slightly closer to her on the sheets.

"So what do you think we should do, Liv? Any thoughts or ideas on how to occupy our time? I'm open to suggestions." Amanda has to work very hard to keep her face straight and her voice light, trying to downplay the eagerness in her tone and refrain from stating that what she really wants to do right now is vault across the mattress and rip the blankets away from Olivia's body so she can straddle her boss' shapely figure.

"I don't..." Olivia trails off and clears her throat, Amanda nodding encouragingly for her to continue. "I don't want to do anything inappropriate, especially since we work together..."

"Uh, Liv, I hate to break it to you but since we're both completely naked in your bed, I think we're pretty far past the point of what's considered appropriate behavior between a lieutenant and her detective," Amanda sputters out with a laugh, determined to put the older woman at ease when she sees a strained expression cross her features. "But whatever happens in this room stays between us, okay? It's no one else's business. How about we're not Lieutenant Benson and Detective Rollins while we're in this bed? We're just Olivia and Amanda, two good friends who enjoy spending time together in the nude."

"Well, I don't generally make a habit of getting naked with my friends," Olivia chokes out around her own laughter, the serious look on her face dissolving into amusement.

"I'm glad to hear that, Liv," Amanda whispers with a lopsided grin. "Neither do I. And it would be a little weird to get naked with Fin and Carisi, don't you think?"

"A little weird is definitely putting it mildly. Maybe it's best if we just leave everyone we know out of this conversation," Olivia replies with a perturbed wrinkle of her nose. "You just said that you don't want to talk about the kids right now, so I'm going to add the rest of our squad onto the list of people that shouldn't be mentioned in here."

"Okay, sounds good to me," Amanda answers with a chuckle, trying to banish unwanted images of her co-workers from her mind and wishing she had never brought them up in the first place. "We'll just concentrate on the two of us and what we want, and there is nothing you can suggest that will make me feel uncomfortable, I promise. So just say whatever you want to say, alright? You can tell me anything, Liv."

"Alright, um...I want to see what you look like without the covers on..." Olivia clears her throat, Amanda finding the brunette's abnormal awkwardness to be quite endearing. "But I don't want to rush things. I want to take it slow."

"I want to see what you look like too." Amanda tries to control her breathing, aware that her shallow breaths are emitting a little more audibly than they should be. "And we can take it as slow as you want, Liv. There's absolutely no rush and no pressure at all, okay?"

Olivia nods gratefully and they smile at each other in the darkness, Amanda overcome with a giddy nervousness as she decides to take the lead. "Okay, since we're starting off super slowly, here's my naked shoulder," she offers with a giggle, sliding the blankets down just enough to give the older woman a glimpse of her smooth, pale skin.

"Ooh, how scandalous," Olivia observes with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows, a smirk pulling on the corner of Amanda's lips in response.

"Alright, Liv, it's your turn...if you feel comfortable enough, that is. Come on, let's see that shoulder."

Amanda is surprised at how quickly her heart rate speeds up when Olivia mimics her actions by lowering the blanket bit by bit and letting her have a tantalizing peek at unblemished, olive skin. "You're beautiful," she murmurs reverently, her next suggestion slipping out before she realizes how foolish it sounds. "How about we move it down a little bit further now? I'll show you one of my breasts and then you show me one of yours, okay?"

"One of them?"Olivia snorts in hilarity, giving a roll of her big brown eyes. "Why not both at the same time? God, this is so juvenile! I feel like we're counsellors at a summer camp, sneaking away somewhere private to drink beer and expose our body parts to each other."

"Well, we both exposed one of our shoulders, so I figured we'd do the same with our breasts. And that was a very specific example, Liv," Amanda notes with a chuckle. "Were you a naughty camp counsellor when you were younger?"

"I may have done some things that were against the rules when I was a teenager," Olivia hedges mysteriously, her gaze wandering away to fix on the wall.

"Oh, really?" Amanda arches a brow, her interest piqued now and not wanting Olivia's attention to stray. "Lieutenant Benson was a rule breaker? Hmm, do tell."

"Another time," Olivia promises with a snicker, gesturing at her with a hand that pokes out from under the rumpled covers. "We're a little busy right now. I thought you said I wasn't Lieutenant Benson in here and I believe you were about to show me something, so let's get on with it."

"Well, since you were just making fun of me, I might have to change my mind about that," Amanda answers casually, enjoying the chagrined expression that crosses Olivia's face and trying not to laugh at her efforts to conceal it. "You called my suggestion juvenile and it hurt my feelings."

"Well, I'm sorry, okay?" Olivia mutters with another roll of her eyes. "You're proving to be a lot more sensitive than I thought you were, Georgia Peach."

"Wow, Liv, I might just have to put those pajamas back on..." Amanda throws a pointed glance toward the puddle of flannel that she had carelessly flung over the side of the bed in her haste to remove every single item she had been wearing. "You don't sound very apologetic."

"Argh, alright, I really am sorry. Incredibly, regretfully sorry."

Amanda can't stifle her grin any longer at Olivia's dramatic, impatient tone, very slowly inching the blankets down over one of her breasts and then stopping to rest the fabric just above her nipple, wiggling the material teasingly back and forth and enjoying the sensation on her skin. She watches as Olivia's shoulders shake with silent laughter at her antics and a blush creeps up the other woman's neck to infuse her cheeks with bright spots of color, although Amanda can detect blatant arousal in the wide eyes that are fixed so intensely upon her.

"Come on, Amanda," Olivia whines in a frustrated voice that sounds nothing like the no-nonsense boss she is so used to hearing. "Stop teasing me."

"Hey, you called me Amanda again, instead of Rollins," she crows triumphantly. "Well, I suppose you deserve this, then, since you're obviously trying to break that obnoxious habit of only referring to me by my last name."

She begins lowering the blanket very slowly once more, beads of sweat slicking her skin at the rapt concentration that Olivia is bestowing upon her, those large, dark orbs not straying from her chest as Amanda exposes the hardened nub to the other woman's hungry gaze. For a moment, all is silent inside the bedroom; not a word spoken between them and their previously ragged breaths coming to a complete halt as Amanda watches Olivia lick her lips, those expressive eyes finally dragging themselves away from her breast to meet her own with a passion that both startles and excites her.

"Can I...can I touch you?" Olivia whispers timidly, Amanda's heart melting at the older woman's flustered state and the careful, respectful way she is treating her, although privately acknowledging that she wouldn't mind if Olivia just took the initiative and climbed on top of her trembling body to do whatever she feels inclined to do.

Amanda nods shakily and sucks in a deep breath as a bare arm appears from beneath the mess of blankets, Olivia holding the covers tightly to her own chest as she reaches out a hand that is noticeably quivering. She is pretty sure that her pounding heart comes to an abrupt stop as soon as Olivia makes contact with her skin, the other woman running her palm very lightly over Amanda's breast before stroking a delicate fingertip around the distended bud of her nipple.

"Mmm, Liv, that feels amazing. It's a good thing I took those pajama bottoms off because I would have ruined them by now," Amanda confesses in a hoarse voice that is laden with lust and desire, her eyelids heavy as she watches Olivia's tender movements with appreciation.

"Are you wet right now?" Olivia's words are raspy and barely audible, her forehead glistening with moisture, and it suddenly feels like the temperature inside the room has shot up by several degrees.

"I'm soaked," Amanda admits softly, watching as Olivia's features contort into an expression of disbelief, the older woman's eyebrows raising high on her forehead and her jaw opening slightly.

"What, you don't believe me? You want me to prove it?" Amanda challenges lightly, her heart galloping in an uneven rhythm as she slowly slides her palm over her own breast until her fingertips are brushing against Olivia's. "Take my hand, Liv."

She keeps her gestures unhurried, wanting to make sure Olivia is okay with taking this giant step, aware that the friendship they share will never be the same again and hoping she is not making a colossal mistake by encouraging this. It feels right, though, being so close with the other woman as Amanda spreads her legs and gently guides Olivia's hand beneath the blankets to the juncture of her thighs, listening to the sharp gasp that follows.

"I told you," she murmurs in a choked voice, her breath catching in her throat at the exquisite feeling of Olivia's fingers touching her so intimately for the first time. "You do things to me, Liv."

"You do things to me too. I think I'm about as soaked as you are," Olivia whispers in reply, Amanda overwhelmed with a desperation to reciprocate the touch, but deciding to hold back since they are supposed to be taking things slow.

"Sorry if I'm moving too quickly," she says softly, making a supreme effort to hold herself still on the sheets and not start grinding into the hand that is resting between her legs.

"Do you want to stop?" There is a mixture of uncertainty, disappointment and arousal in Olivia's tone, and Amanda places her palm on top of the brunette's hand when she feels the other woman begin to pull away, her breath hitching at the added pressure on her core, and seeking to reassure her yet again that the last thing she wants to do is stop.

"No, definitely not. Do you?"

"No..."

"So what do you want to do, Liv?" Amanda's tone is calm despite feeling the exact opposite, urging Olivia to keep speaking when the older woman trails off.

"I want to move my fingers."

"Move them away from me?" she confirms quietly, trying to tamp down her own disappointment at the prospect of putting a halt to their goofy, erotic activities.

"No, move them like this," Olivia replies more assertively, a surprised moan ripping from Amanda's lips as slender fingers begin gliding through her drenched folds.

The noise is swiftly muffled as Olivia leans forward to cover Amanda's mouth with her own, smothering another moan that tries to escape as she bucks against the hand that is bringing her so much pleasure. "Are you sure this isn't off-limits too, Liv?" Amanda gasps out in a voice that is dripping with arousal and amusement as she recalls their earlier conversation, a snort of laughter sounding from the other woman before her lips are covered by Olivia's again.

The kiss is frantic and passionate, the gesture starting out somewhat clumsily as it takes them a moment to find the right rhythm, Amanda's eyelids squeezing shut when a thumb begins circling her tingling bundle of nerves and a tongue probes gently at her lips for access. She opens her mouth to allow Olivia's tongue to slide against her own just as two fingers slip inside of her, Amanda's back arching off the bed as she wrenches the covers away from her sweltering form to allow Olivia more room to move.

The older woman doesn't seem to mind that all the blankets on the mattress are now piled high on top of her body, her motions not slowing down in the slightest as she pumps her fingers and continues circling her thumb, Amanda feeling the heat of her impending climax gathering low in her belly. It doesn't take long for the orgasm to rip right through her with a stunning intensity, leaving her shaking and breathless as the entire bed rocks back and forth with the force of her movements, Amanda needing several minutes to regain her voice as she lies sprawled in a boneless heap on the sheets.

"Fuck, that was amazing," she finally pants, her head lolling on the pillow and giving Olivia a lazy, satisfied smile. "I'm definitely not cold anymore."

"Glad to hear it," Olivia chuckles as she nods to the mass of covers that are still concealing her nudity from Amanda's gaze. "And I'm definitely not cold anymore either, since you felt the need to throw every single blanket on top of me at the same time."

"Sorry about that, I got a bit overheated," Amanda giggles as she shifts closer to the other woman once again, reaching out a hand to stroke through unruly dark hair and letting her fingertips slide down to graze a flushed cheekbone. "You don't have to keep all of those blankets on, Liv. I want to see you."

There is a soft thump in the hallway just outside the door, Amanda suddenly thrown into panic-mode as she dives across the remaining space on the mattress and skitters beneath the pool of covers in an attempt to hide herself from anyone lurking on the opposite side. She hears the shocked gasp of arousal that emits from Olivia's mouth and is unable to choke back the moan that escapes her own throat as their naked bodies are jostled together, the unintentional action causing another flood of wetness at the juncture of her thighs.

"Did you forget that I locked the door?" Olivia asks breathlessly, Amanda groaning at the new and exquisite feeling of the brunette's bare skin on her own, one of Olivia's puckered nipples grazing her breast. "Or did you just want an excuse to press yourself up against me while we're both in our birthday suits?"

"Our birthday suits, Liv? Wow, that's a sexy way of putting it." Amanda is overcome with uncontrollable laughter as she clutches onto Olivia's quivering body, not knowing exactly how to feel in a situation that is both extremely sensual and utterly ridiculous. "I honestly forgot that you locked it. And it sounds like Frannie is just going for a midnight stroll. I can hear her toenails clicking on the floor. She likes to do that at home too. She gets a bit restless at night."

"Okay, good." She listens to Olivia's sigh of relief, both of them chuckling when their noses bump into each other as Amanda gets settled into a more comfortable position. "I'm glad the kids aren't sneaking around out there."

They are quiet for a few minutes, Amanda making no attempt to separate herself from Olivia as they try to catch their breaths, and relieved when the older woman doesn't tell her to move over and return to her previous spot on the mattress. She walks her fingers very slowly up Olivia's forearm as they snuggle together, gently exploring smooth, olive skin that is pebbled with goosebumps, and a pleasant shiver running down her spine when she feels Olivia's fingertips drawing light circles across her back.

"What are you thinking about?" the other woman whispers into her ear, warm breath blowing strands of Amanda's mussed blonde hair away from her face.

"I'm thinking that you should have a turn now, Liv," she whispers back, her hand sliding from Olivia's arm to rest on her stomach, swirling one fingertip around the brunette's belly button and smiling when the taller woman's back arches.

"I lied earlier," Olivia blurts out, bringing an abrupt halt to Amanda's suggestive actions, her hand going still on the soft skin that she is so intent on teasing.

"Lied about what?" There is a knot of dread forming in her stomach as she freezes on the sheets, feeling the stiffness of Olivia's body beside her own and terrified of what the answer is going to be.

"About why I keep calling you Rollins. I was trying to put some distance between us because I've been scared of my feelings for you," Olivia confesses in a low tone, Amanda feeling the rapid flutter of the brunette's heart as she speaks. "But not scared enough to stop seeing you outside of work. I think I'd miss it too much."

"So you thought that calling me by my last name would make those feelings disappear?" Amanda gives Olivia a tender poke in the ribs, her dread quickly turning to elation at this unexpected news as she meets Olivia's intense gaze in the darkness. "And if it's not obvious by now, I have feelings for you too."

"It's more than that, though." There is blatant anxiety in Olivia's tone and Amanda holds her closer, wanting to soothe any fear or panic she is having about this conversation. "It's more than just a crush or wanting to date. I...I think I'm falling in love with you." There is a brief pause, Amanda's heart pounding as hard as Olivia's is and holding her breath as she waits for the older woman to finish. "And that scares the hell out of me."

"Why does it scare you?" Amanda asks shakily, her mind racing with this revelation and a shriek of surprised joy threatening to burst forth from within.

"A lot of different reasons, aside from the obvious, which is our work relationship," Olivia mutters with a shrug, Amanda's heart clenching at the vulnerability playing out over her face. "I feel like an idiot around you when we're not at the precinct; I'm either trying to push you away or I'm acting like a teenager who's falling in love for the first time. But mostly, I'm afraid that what I feel for you is too much; that I'm coming on too strong and your feelings aren't on the same level."

"Coming on too strong? Liv, honey, I basically invited myself into your bed and then eagerly ripped my pajamas off at the mere suggestion of sleeping naked," Amanda reminds her gently, her lip quirking up at the corner. "I put your hand between my legs so you could feel how wet I was, for god's sake."

"Did you hear me objecting?" Olivia chuckles as a perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches in amusement. "And I invited you into my bed, Amanda. I didn't want you to be cold all night."

"Well, mission accomplished." Amanda laughs as she marvels at the inferno that is still raging inside her body, unsure when it will be extinguished. "I don't think it's possible to be cold with you pressed naked against me like this. I feel like I'm about to burst into flames. And whenever I'm cold in the future, I'll just picture this scene in my mind and I'm sure I'll be hot in an instant.

"I'm happy to help," Olivia answers softly, a seductive grin stretching across her face. "And you're always hot, Amanda."

"Hmm, that was a bit cheesy, Liv, but thank you for the compliment." Amanda slips an arm around Olivia's curvy waist, sure that she will never stop delighting in the extraordinary feel of her satin skin, and leans up to plant a lingering kiss on a plump pair of lips. "And to put your mind at ease, I want you to know that I think I'm falling in love with you too."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Amanda shakes her head affectionately at the amazement in Olivia's voice, placing a languid line of kisses down the other woman's neck and watching as a pretty pink blush appears in their wake. "In fact, I don't think I am. I know I am."

Their lips crash together a split second after this announcement, Amanda pushing Olivia gently down onto the mattress so she can straddle her, determined to bring the older woman as much pleasure as Olivia has just given her. She is ecstatic at the unexpected outcome of this visit and hopes the frigid winter weather will stick around for a long time to come, Amanda already anticipating many more nights of cozy snuggles and passionate lovemaking as they try to keep each other warm.