"Amanda, can we please have a little talk?" Drying out the last of my dishes, I reach towards the cabinet above my head, putting my plates away. Olivia Benson's footsteps come closer behind me "Sure, Liv, just a second. There is a collection of wine in the cabinet above your head code is 062213. If you wanna grab some Chateau De Malle or Cloud Chaser, I have Pinot Grigio if that's more your thing."
"You sure do know your wine, Amanda."
"I know alcohol Olivia; it's been my best friend for years. So what did you want to talk about?"
For a moment, I am breathless as I turn to see Olivia enter my kitchen in just a pair of boy shorts, a short belly crop tank top a light shade of Magenta. I can tell she isn't wearing a bra instantly because her nipples are erratic poking through her top. A fact I am sure Olivia is unaware of my eyes mist overseeing how hard they look. Olivia never gives herself any credit, but she is drop dead pulchritudinous. Liv is always putting herself down, not necessarily in a negative way, but in the I am so ordinary type of way. Olivia doesn't see how exceptional she truly is. Maybe it's because she measures beauty by modern-day standards.
Pure beauty, however, starts from within Olivia has a heart of pure benevolence in my fifteen plus years as a cop, and my forty years as a human being on this planet, I have never met anyone more bounteous with their time, energy. When Olivia says, she cares she isn't some cape-covered masquerader who only cares about building a case no matter who she uses. No, Olivia is genuine in her sincerity; she truly wants to make the victims feel loved, protected. She wants them to know they matter; their stories are not just stories but their truths which they need to own so they can heal in body, mind, and soul.
No other cop will sit for hours while a victim cries, or blames themselves. No other police I know will hold hands build a connection with the victim get to know them as a person, not a number or statistic. Olivia has driven victims around for hours trying to get them to piece together the night the crimes happened to help them rebuild their lives.
Olivia isn't an ordinary cop; she's almost too good to be true, like one of those perfect TV super-cops on those fake-ass scripted prime time TV shows which only portray cops as heroes and not humans. Human beings make mistakes; they succumb to greed, power, prejudice, and pressure. Olivia is real though 100% tan, toned a perfectly sculptured curvy goddess right down to her blushing cheeks.
Some might say I have a tiny obsession with my boss; they would be dead right. I've spent ten years trying to earn her respect trust to be seen as an equal in her eyes. I blew it so many times too many damn times she nearly tossed my ass right out of the NYPD, and it would have been justified. Now, however, we've managed to rebuild our trust. I think Olivia even respects me a little. Our friendship has grown drastically over the last three years; this year, she even promoted me. It isn't enough for my heart though which longs to have my arms take her into mine dip her and kiss her passionately, to lay beside her kissing her gorgeous well-developed, in fine fettle body starting with her Junoesque breasts, down her chest till my tongue would get to her soft, warm center.
I know I can't Olivia is my boss; she's straight. It can never happen even if Olivia would confess her undying love to me, which she won't because she's straight. I've never yet seen her eye a woman, never mind kiss one. In the nearly ten years of knowing her, I have only ever seen Liv, date men.
I've accepted it some days it doesn't even hurt to breathe when I look at her. Tonight I haven't had enough to drink yet, but I am working on solving that by drowning my fifth beer as she pours the Chateau De Malle into two glasses.
"Yes, Olivia?" she follows me into the living room where we both settle on the couch glasses in hand, the TV is off only candlelight fills the room to save money on electricity for myself. "I'm not even sure where to start, Amanda." There is a faint blush to her cheeks as she turns to me, God, she is so beautiful charming like a picture. I can feel my arousal starting between my legs, yup, I am nowhere drunk enough yet.
