For You and Your Denial

Chapter 8

Amanda was woken from her deep slumber by the aggravating sound of her doorbell that was followed by pounding on her door. She tried eyes searched around the dark bedroom when they fell on the small figure lying next to her. The knocking on the door had turned progressively harder, quickly as she could she quietly slipped out of her, and covered her nude body with the fleece throw blanket that laid on the edge of her bed.

Closing the bedroom door quietly behind her, she speeded walked towards her apartment door, annoyed and curious to see who would be at her apartment this late in the night. Without looking through the peephole, she opened her door to only to met with shock at who was standing in front of her. It seemed as if her vocal cords have been cut, she stood still staring at the tired brown eyes in front of her. Amanda stepped aside allowing the older woman to invite herself in, closing her front door, she could tell something was wrong.

"What are you doing here? Do you know how late it is?" Amanda was finally able to spill out.

"What did you do to me?"

Amanda's eyebrows rose in confused, her foggy and sleepy head trying to comprehend what she was asked. "What do you mean?"

Olivia paced back and forth in Amanda's small living, realizing this was the first time being in the blonde's apartment. "Before you, I was fine. I wasn't confused and then-" she stopped her pace in front of Amanda, her eyes scanned the visible nude body before her, imaging the soft cream skin under that blanket the blonde tried to cover with. " then you confused me."

"Confused you? Olivia, you're drunk." Amanda chuckled.

"I am not drunk. Did you put me on some kind of spell or something because..."

"Because, what?" Amanda cut her off.

"I shouldn't be feelings this way." Olivia finished, her words came out low that Amanda barely manages to hear.

"What are you feel-"

Amanda was cut off by the sound of her bedroom door open, she turned her head to see the petit law student making her way to the living, covering herself with her black satin bathrobe. "Manda, everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. Go back to bed, Haley."

"Are you sure?"

Amanda stepped closer taking her free arm and wrapped it around the tiny waist of the young brunette, bringing their bodies close. "Everything is fine, I promise. Okay?"

Haley nodded her head in agreement, she placed a single kiss on Amanda's cheek, her green eyes staring at Olivia. "Okay, babe."

"Are you with her?" Olivia asked she watched the young woman step into the dark bedroom, the door closing behind her. She was hurt. She felt stupid.

"No," Amanda confessed.

"Could of fool me." Olivia sarcastically replied.

"Olivia.."

Olivia turned her focus back to the tires and confused blonde standing in front of her. Her eyes flicked back and forth between Amanda's eyes and her pouty lips, pushing the urge to kiss them. "I wish it was easy for me."

"Olivia, you're not making any sense."

"I shouldn't feel this way for you, but-" she pushed back her tears. Defeated, her lips pressed hard against the blonde's, a soft moan passed her lips at the feel of Amanda's tongue slipping between her lips taking on hers. The mix of alcohol and Amanda's scent made her dizzy, the room spun around them. Every feeling that leads up to this moment had vanished, disappeared, for more it was only her and Amanda. She wanted nothing more than to feel her delicate nude body underneath her fingertips but her hand remained on Amanda's cheeks. Her foggy thoughts were clearing up, the realization that kissing Amanda approving nothing more than the fact her feelings are true, that this wasn't some form of phase or dream. Olivia Benson had fallen hard for the blonde.