To say that Olivia Benson was merely nervous would be the understatement of the year. It was more a combination of off- the -walls excitement, and a herd of elephants stampeding in her stomach nervous. It was the day after her late night at the strip club, and the day of her date with Amanda Rollins. The two had driven back to the station house not long after their kiss in the alley. Subtle (or not so subtle, depending on who you asked) glances and touches were exchanged between both women. Olivia sighed, then glanced at the clock. She still had twenty minutes before she had to leave, but she wasn't sure how much more of this waiting her nerves could take. It had been hell not being able to touch Amanda more than fleetingly at work, and now all Liv wanted to do was take her in her arms and hold her. Making a decision, Liv grabbed her purse and walked out the door. She was going to stop at the little flower shop she knew was on the way to Amanda's apartment, that way she would kill some time, and only be a bit early.
Amanda Rollins could run down a perp any day without a qualm, but this date with Olivia made her so nervous she felt she might just fall over. And on top of everything else, she felt like utter crap. Her head was pounding, and she knew for sure that she had a fever. She didn't want to cancel on the brunnette, but at this point she wasn't sure she would make it through the night doing anything but laying on her couch. With a sigh, Amanda picked up her phone, dialing Liv's number.
"Hey." Olivia's voice answered from the other line, a smile in her voice.
"Hey..." Amanda said, cringing at the rough sound of her voice.
"Are you feeling ok? You don't sound so good." Liv asked, she really hoped Amanda wasn't sick, but wasn't deterred by the fact.
"Honestly? I feel like I just got run over by a truck... I'm so sorry, Liv. I was really looking forward to tonight." Amanda's shoulders sagged, resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to get her first date with Olivia Benson just yet.
"Well, then I'll just come over there and we can stay on your couch and watch movies all night. If I'm going to get whatever you have, so be it. You already infected me last night." Liv said the last part jokingly. "Not that I mind in the least!"
"Really? That'd be amazing. Sounds like the perfect first date." Amanda smiled into the phone, dying a bit on the inside at how sweet Olivia was being.
"It does. You want to come open your door for me?"
"Oh! Hold on, I'm not dressed yet." Amanda quickly hung up and dropped the phone, quickly pulling on the first pair of sweats she saw, quickly followed by an NYPD t-shirt. She quickly glanced in the mirror, cringing at her reflection. She looked about as good as she felt. Not good.
Olivia stood outside the door, grinning to herself as she hung up the phone. There would never be a dull moment with Amanda, she was sure of it. She smiled as the door opened, revealing her date.
"You look beautiful." Liv said, looking Amanda up and down. "This is for you." She held out a single red rose, wreathed with baby's breath.
Amanda grinned at Liv, silently gesturing for her to come in, taking the rose in her hand. It was beautiful. "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." Her eyes roved over Olivia's body. She had put on a pair of jeans that hugged her curves nicely, and a flowing blue shirt that just hinted at what was beneath.
Liv walked up to Amanda, arms circling around her waist. "See something you like?" She breathed, artfully raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe." Amanda said huskily while she tried in vain to keep her eyes on Olivia's face.
Liv pulled her in closer, leaning down to kiss the blonde woman. She whispered, "Me too." before her lips met Amanda's in a kiss, this one filled with warmth instead of sheer need. She felt Amanda's lips curve up in a smile against her own, before she pulled away, resting her forehead on Liv's. "So what did you want for dinner?"
