It wasn't long before both women realised what they were doing. They let go of each other, and Amanda backed off slowly, even though her heart, mind, and body was telling her not too. Her insides were a hot mess – and she was sure that because of her actions earlier, she was wet down there. She looked at Olivia awkwardly, but gave her a small smile. "Only for the people I like," Amanda repeated, referring to the coffee Olivia had just tasted. She then walked over to her McDonalds, now feeling rather hungry. She didn't feel sick anymore – which was a miracle. She figured that being with Olivia had cured that for her. Olivia looked away from Amanda, and picked up her coffee once more; drinking from the side that Amanda had just moments ago. "I think there is something we need to talk about," Olivia said, pointing out the obvious. That was the second time Amanda had kissed her – only this time she wasn't drunk, and Olivia kissed her back. Amanda looked up from the bag of food, back up to Olivia and nodded her head. She knew it was inevitable – there was no way they could do something like that without talking about why it had happened.

"Do you want to sit somewhere more comfortable then?" Amanda suggested, glancing over to the couch, which looked a little more inviting now, than it had the night before. Olivia nodded before grabbing her coffee and heading over there. Amanda followed her, carrying her bag of McDonalds, both sitting next to each other like they had last night. "So how long have you been crushing on me, Rollins?" Olivia asked with a small smirk. Amanda hung her head ever so slightly, but then looked at Olivia with a small smile. "Since I found out I was transferring I guess – I studied your cases, and I was admired what you have done... The way you emphasis with the victims, it's like you understand them," Amanda answered looking at her with loving eyes. "That's because I do, but carry on," Olivia commented, wanting to hear more. "I fall in love even more when I first saw you... Even though you couldn't wait to get away from me," Amanda teased, poking her tongue out playfully. "Oh, come on... I hadn't briefed the captain yet!" Olivia retorted, trying to explain herself. "No, in all seriousness, I was kind of confused as to what I was feeling about you – you were so beautiful... I had just lost Elliot, and then here you walk in, beautiful and radiant... I couldn't believe what I was seeing," Olivia explained, a look of apology upon her face. Amanda tilted her head to the side, a playful smile riding on her lips. "You've liked me for that long too?" She questioned, wondering why she hadn't picked up on it before – no wonder she was cold towards her, she was confused. Olivia nodded her head. "Yeah, and I didn't know how to address it... I've never felt that way before... I mean, towards the women," Olivia admitted, taking a sip from her coffee, which was threatening to turn cold if she didn't drink it faster. Amanda nodded her head in agreement. "I know exactly how you feel," Amanda told her, setting aside her McDonalds – somehow she didn't think she would be able to eat it right at that moment.

"So where do we go from here?" Amanda asked, looking at Olivia carefully, taking in all her beautiful features. Olivia let out a small sigh as she put down her now empty cup of coffee and looked at Amanda carefully. "I usually have a strict no work/personal relationships... But you... You make me feel like I need to be with you. All the time," Olivia responded, which made Amanda smile. "Really?" Amanda questioned, wanting her to carry on about just how much she needed her. Olivia merely nodded her head with a smile. "Yeah – but it's against policy... so... this has to be our little secret," Olivia told her, before taking Amanda's hand, and kissing it lightly. "You can be my little secret," Olivia reiterated, before moving forward to meet Amanda's lips again. Olivia moved her body so she was laying on top her, ready to explore her body, but Amanda let out a small wince of pain before breaking contact with her. "I am so sorry, Amanda," Olivia breathed, forgetting momentarily that Amanda was injured. Amanda let out a small laugh, and placed her hand carefully on the side of Olivia's face. "It's alright – I should be the one that is sorry," Amanda responded, watching as Olivia moved her body from her, but continued to sit close to her. Amanda then moved her hand to grab hold of Olivia's caressing her thumb over it.

"We should just talk for now... I mean... You only know me as Detective Amanda Rollins, a transfer from Atlanta, and a compulsive gambler," Amanda commented, looking at Olivia with careful eyes. Olivia breathed out slightly as she heard Amanda say that – it was true. That's all she knew about her. That, and the fact that she was ultimately breathe taking. So she nodded her head. "Tell me about Amanda Rollins," Olivia responded with a grin. "You said you could relate to the victims? Does that mean you were assaulted?" Amanda asked quietly, not wanting to bring up any bad memories for Olivia – she just didn't know how else to tell her. When Olivia nodded, Amanda let out a small sigh, wishing that such a thing hadn't happened to her. "Something happened to me when I was on the job in Atlanta – that's why I had to get out of there," Amanda told Olivia, which resulted in her to tilt her head to the side. "Someone you work with?" Olivia asked, knowing that could be the only way to actually go to a different precinct, let alone another city. "It wasn't anything worth pursing – he was drunk..." Amanda told her with a nod. "That's no excuse, Amanda... That's how they win," Olivia pointed out, but she put her arm around the other women, which caused Amanda to lean her head on Olivia's shoulder. "I know," Amanda commented after a short pause. Olivia held her close, absentmindedly smelling her newly washed hair. "You smell nice," Olivia commented out aloud, which in turn, made Amanda laugh, lifting the silence from the room. "Thank you – you don't smell too bad yourself," Amanda commented, looking up at Olivia and placing a small kiss upon her lips.

They were there, making out for a full ten minutes before Amanda broke the guess for the third time. "Maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable... my bedroom perhaps?" Amanda suggested, feeling the urge to do more than just kissing – no matter how much it would hurt her wounded stomach. Olivia looked at her carefully, searching Amanda's eyes carefully, before nodding her head. "If I hurt you, I'm going to go home," Olivia warned. Amanda merely smiled and stood up, holding out her hand for Olivia to take. "You won't hurt me," Amanda responded, lifting her out of the couch when she grabbed her hand. She led Olivia into her room, both women silent as they did so. The McDonalds bag sat abandoned on the table, while Amanda slowly turned and shut her bedroom door when both women occupied it.