Chapter 3

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Hey guys, I'm literally so bored while being stuck at home during this quarantine. So, I can just post chapter after chapter.

December 20, 2018. 10:15 pm.

Olivia's POV

Ever since that night that the squad room came over for dinner, things have improved for us. Amanda is now participating in taking care of the baby and other things around the house. It took a lot of work but it was all worth it. I would do anything for her to be happy and feel safe. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if things were different. What if we weren't just roommates? I know our relationship is strictly platonic but maybe one day it will be different. I mean...I doubt she even prefers women but a girl can dream.

"Olivia!" Amanda shouts for me from inside the bathroom. I plop my magazine down and sigh. I don't know how many times I can remind her to grab a towel prior to getting in the shower. She does this almost every time and then I have to bring towels to her.

"Yes, Amanda?" I ask, not really wishing to get up from the bed.

"Can you get me a towel, please? I forgot one." She mumbles.

"Didn't I say, 'grab one before you take a shower?' Or am I imagining that." I quip. "I should just leave you in there and maybe you'll remember to get one next time." I hear a small giggle from the other side of the door.

"Fine. I'll get it myself." She says and then the door swings open. I nearly lose my mind as the door opens. She's standing there stark naked and wet from the shower. I try to keep eye contact with her but I can't help but look elsewhere. She's perfect. I wonder if she can see the blush on my cheeks because I sure can feel it. I've never been like this with anyone. I am not easily flustered. I can tell that she starts to feel self-conscious because she uses her arms to try and cover herself. She goes back into the bathroom and slams the door shut. Dammit.

"Amanda. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare at you." I'm literally an idiot. I think I just blew any chances I had with her.

"Can you just get me a towel, please?" I get up and go out to the hallway closet and grab a beige towel and carry it back to the bathroom. I knock lightly on the door and she opens it a little. There's just enough room to squeeze the towel in the doorway and she clutches it.

"Amanda. I'm sorry." I say quietly. "I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable."

"Is it...the scar? Is it really that ugly?" She questions.

"What?" I ask to be taken aback. She thinks I'm judging her when in all actuality, I'm admiring her. She is literally so beautiful and I can't even imagine a more perfect woman.

"Is it really that bad?" I can hear the instability in her voice as she struggles through tears to talk to me.

"Your scars are not something to be ashamed of. You gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and that's just proof. You're not ugly at all. In fact, I think you're beautiful. I was staring because not the scars, I was staring because you're pretty. I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable." She didn't say anything. I screwed up. She's going to leave and never look back. "Amanda?"Oh god. What did I do? She opens the door, her body now covered with the towel. She just hugs me and I sigh in relief.

"Thank you. I really needed to hear that. You're such a great friend." Her words stabbed through my heart like knives. Of course, we're just friends. I don't know why I got my hopes up. I'll never learn. That's why she had no problem with me seeing her naked because we're just 'friends' and friends don't care about seeing each other naked. Friends don't dream about each other. Friends don't fall in love with each other. I just hug her back. She lets go and then starts getting dressed. I sit on the bed in my initial spot and continue browsing the magazine.

"Do you think we could go out to a restaurant tomorrow? I want to do something special before I go back to work."

"Yeah. Sure." I say absentmindedly. I'm not trying to be short in words but I can't keep letting myself get attached to her. Eventually, she is going to move out. I'm happy that things are getting better but once she can make it on her own, she won't need me anymore. She just sighs and turns the lights off and goes to the opposing side of the bed.

"Okay...I guess I'm done reading." I set my magazine down on the bedside table and get under the blanket. Well, I guess I pissed her off. It's always something. I feel her get under the blanket as well. I turn over to see her glancing directly at me.

"Jesus," I whisper in fear. She just smiles and closes her eyes. I watch her for a while but my eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep.

XxXxX

December 21, 2018.

At sometime around 3 am, Jesse starts to wail. I smile to myself just thinking about her. It took a while but finally found the perfect name for such a beautiful baby. Regardless, Amanda got up to get her. She was gone for a while, so I guess she fed and changed her. When Amanda returns she lays back down in the bed.

"She's so loud." She says laughing.

"Just like her mom," I whisper.

"Not true." She says whacking me playfully. After a long, uncomfortable moment of silence she speaks up.

"So, do you truly think I'm beautiful or is that something you tell everyone?" She asks. Her question completely takes me by surprise.

"I truly think you're beautiful. I wasn't just saying that to make you feel better." I explain.

"Have you ever...dated a woman?"

"Yes. A few in the past. There was Alexandra Cabot. It was brief. There was also someone named Casey Novak and she was an ADA, too." I say and fidget awkwardly with my hands.

"So, it's pretty normal then?"

"I think so. It's not much different from a relationship with a man in my opinion. It just depends on who you like." I say. What are with these questions? I've never seen her really care about who I've dated in the past.

"And what about sex? Is it a lot different?"

"Honestly, I think it's better but that's just personal preference. You just have to decide what you like better. Amanda, where is all of this coming from?" I ask and sit up to make what she's doing. She looks over at me and then leans in to kiss me. Of course I'm not going to stop her. I allow her to gently kiss me. I'm not sure if this is her delirium or not.

"Amanda?" I inquire, pulling away. She just pecks my lips again.

"I...just want to try." She says. That's all I need to hear. If she wants to, then I want to. I wouldn't ever push her to do anything but I also would never turn down her advances. I let her lead the kiss and eventually her tongue made its way into my mouth and I let out a moan. She grabs my hand and pulls it up to her breast. I gently squeeze it, not wanting to overstep. I allow her to keep kissing me and I slowly track my hand down her navel to her underwear. She spreads her legs granting me access. I slowly put my hand in her underwear and feel the damp heat radiating from her. I touch her swollen clit and gently rub it.

"Oh god." She moans, halting the kiss for a second. I proceed to move my hand and I feel her body start to react. Her hips are grinding up to my hand as she tries to chase the pleasure. After a while, I feel her body start to shake. I know she's close.

"Please." She hums and I move faster allowing her to release. Her body trembles and her hips jerk a few times before I feel a gush of wetness coming out of her. Her hand pushes mine away as it becomes too much for her. I hear her try to catch her breath. She fixes her underwear and turns over. I lay back down and stare up at the ceiling.

What the fuck just happened?

Thanks so much for reading, guys! Please review or at least give me some ideas. I have no clue where to go from here. I want to hear some of your ideas.

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