"This is stupid."
"What?"
"Us, coming down here, looking for something we probably won't find. We should be back in New York." Amanda took a sip of the beer she was clinging to as she watched Olivia come out of the hotel bathroom. She looked so uncharacteristic. Pajama pants, a white t shirt and a towel wrapped around her head.
Cute. Ok, maybe pretty. Or beautiful. Or gorgeous. Ok, who am I kidding, my boss is fucking hot.
Amanda cleared her throat to snap herself out of her trance. But Olivia was already eyeing her, sensing something was up. Before the brunette had any time to confront her though, Amanda opened her mouth to speak again.
"Why did you even go with me? Aren't you more needed at the precinct?"
"Honestly I needed to get away for a bit. I love the precinct and the squad, and god knows how much I wanna spend time with Noah. But, I've been feeling a little claustrophobic lately. It was a good excuse to get away and catch a breath."
"Wow." Amanda raised her eyebrows.
"What?"
"No, nothing, just, you being so... honest with me that's all. I appreciate it." They shared a short smile before they settled in bed with their case files.
Five beers and two hours later they were both sprawled on the bed watching the news.
After a while Olivia noticed the slow breathing beside her so she slipped out of bed quietly and went to brush her teeth. When she came back, Amanda had turned and was facing Olivia's side. As the lights from outside lit up Amanda's face, Olivia was taken aback by her natural beauty. The normally energetic and sometimes fidgeting body looked so peaceful.
Olivia blinked a few times, shook her head slightly and carefully moved over to the bed and slowly lowered herself under the covers, doing her best not to wake the blonde.
She turned her back to Amanda and realized that if the woman behind her moved just a little, they would be spooning. Her lips turned upwards at the thought but she was quickly thrown back to reality when she jumped at Amanda's sudden voice behind her.
"Why are you feeling claustrophobic?"
"Jesus Christ, Amanda, I thought you were asleep."
"Sorry, kinda was. Then I wasn't."
Olivia shifted a little under the covers, but didn't turn around. She heard Amanda clear her throat.
"So, why claustrophobic?"
"Not letting that go, huh?"
"Nope."
"I don't know. It's like everyone needs or wants something from me all the time now. I can never close the door, or turn off my phone, or ignore Noah or you guys. And I don't want to, it's just..."
"A little overwhelming?"
"Yeah."
They stayed silent for a while, neither of them sure what to say next.
"This bed is surprisingly comfortable." Olivia finally said.
"Remind me again why we had to share a room? Not that I mind the company, but wouldn't it be nice for you to have a room of your own, you know, to not feel so claustrophobic?"
Amanda was on her back now, looking up at the ceiling.
It took so long for Olivia to respond that Amanda started to wonder if she had actually fallen asleep.
