It was like walking into an alternate universe, following Olivia into the locker room, and Amanda didn't let her eyes stray from the curvy brunette ahead of her, even as she reached a hand back to lock the door behind them. Getting caught by Olivia had ended up being unexpectedly serendipitous, but she didn't want to push their luck - not here.
Amanda's open belt clanged as she stepped further into the room, a jarring reminder that everything in the last half hour or so had actually happened. It wasn't some bizarrely vivid dream that her subconscious had concocted and would make looking Olivia in the eyes a near impossibility for the rest of her days.
It had happened.
And all signs pointed to it happening again.
Breathing in deeply through her nose to quell a sudden rush of nerves, Amanda hung back slightly when Olivia disentangled their loosely intertwined fingers and made her way to the furthermost shower stall. She thought she heard the brunette say something over her shoulder as she leaned behind the curtain to start the shower, but whatever it was, was lost to her distraction as she eyed the long, shapely leg that jutted out as the lieutenant sought leverage to turn the water on.
The squeak of the shower knob echoing within the tiled room broke her trance, and she blinked rapidly as Olivia reappeared in front of her, pulling a butterfly clip from seemingly out of nowhere and twisting her smooth brown hair up effortlessly as steam from the shower filled the locker room.
Amanda watched silently as Olivia braced herself with one hand on the worn wooden bench that separated the lockers from the showers before bending over slightly to remove her boots, and she couldn't help the gasp that escaped when the angle afforded her an unobstructed view down the other woman's blouse.
Her orgasm was still so recent, only minutes prior, but she felt ready to go again at the sight of the lieutenant's ample breasts, encased so sexily in a lace bra. She saw Olivia's lips twitch in a knowing smirk and silently berated herself for such an obvious reaction.
You're a grown woman, Rollins, she mentally chastised, Not some horny pre-teen boy.
"It's okay."
Foggy blue eyes refocused and Amanda quirked her head in confusion as Olivia padded barefoot the few steps until she was close enough to touch. "What?"
The older woman stepped closer, tangling the fingers of her right hand with Amanda's left. "You're allowed to look, you know," she said perceptively, smiling warmly as a blush traveled up Amanda's upper chest to her neck and cheeks.
"You don't need me leerin' at you like some sex-crazed horndog, though," Amanda shook her head. She smiled as Olivia snorted a laugh, and with a confidence she wasn't quite feeling, she lifted her free hand and pushed a lock of brown hair behind the older woman's ear. "You're beautiful, Liv."
Feeling a blush heat her cheeks, Olivia leaned in and pecked the other woman's lips. "Thank you," she whispered. For a moment she stayed close, their breaths mingling in the minimal space between them before she gently squeezed the fingers interlaced between hers and cocked her head toward the shower that was still billowing with steam. "At some point the hot water is going to run out..."
"Right," Amanda said thickly, nodding as they each took a half step backward to put some distance between themselves. "We should probably-" She stopped speaking, the breath completely leaving her lungs as she watched Olivia cross her arms over her midsection, gripping the bottom of her blouse and pulling it over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the bench before her hands moved to undo the button and zipper on her dress pants.
The brunette paused her movements though as she noticed that Amanda was frozen, small hands lingering on the still-closed buttons of her plaid shirt, lips parted dazedly as her eyes hurried to take in every inch of newly exposed flesh, as if committing it all to memory should she never get the chance to see it again.
