She couldn't help herself sometimes.
She couldn't stop her eyes from wandering. Sometimes she just looked to see if she was real; Olivia Benson was a double take.
She knew from the second she saw the older woman, that she would be hooked. She let her eyes wander that first time, drinking in the dangerous curves, the dark hair, the eyebrow that always seemed to be arched sassily, and it was her new drug of choice.
For years, she would look. The way the taller woman's hips moved when she walked, her full breasts encased in the tight shirts, flat stomach, long legs. She always looked. She was surprised that she'd never been caught.
Amanda didn't take interest in women. She'd dated men her whole life, she'd slept with men, been attracted to men, but the minute she set eyes on Olivia, she knew she was done for.
Of course Olivia was straight too. There was David Haden and Brian Cassidy and Ed Tucker. There was their brief talk about how there were still good men, and even the undercover operation as a lesbian couple felt forced and uncomfortable.
So all Amanda had was looking. No touching, no verbal engagement, no friendly outings.. just looking.
And that's what she was doing right now. Letting her naughty eyes drag up the curvaceous body of her Lieutenant. A woman in power, specifically Olivia Benson in power, was incredibly sexy.
She watched Olivia as she stood just inside the doorway of her office. Eyes fixed on her cellphone, glasses perched on the tip of her nose.
Today she was donned in tight black slacks- as usual- a silky burgundy top, and a black blazer. Very work appropriate. But as she trailed her eyes from the other woman's luscious hips to her full breasts, she noticed Olivia's hand fiddling with the top button. She leaned forward in her desk and watched as the older woman slowly undid the top button, then the second, then pulled the fabric apart slowly, exposing supple cleavage.
Shocked, her eyes snapped up to see the brunette's dark, intense gaze, piercing right into her. Was she fucking with the blonde? Giving her a little show? Teaching her a lesson?
Olivia smirked, tilting her head a bit, trying to catch the younger woman's eyes. They locked gazes for a moment before Olivia moved to her office door, closing it with a soft click.
Well, shit.
She'd been caught.
