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It’s not like it had been their first argument - they had had their fair share over the years, with many much worse than this one, but Carisi nevertheless held on to some frustration as he drove to the conference after having stayed late and finished his paperwork for the day, long after Amanda had already left and gone home to prepare.
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Carisi made his way to the squad’s table, nearly stopping dead in his tracks when his eyes set on Amanda. She was wearing the most stunning black dress, which Carisi hadn’t ever seen her wear before. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had gone all out like this on purpose. He sat down in the empty seat alongside her.
“Hey,” she said, coldly. So that’s how they’re playing this.
“Hey,” he responded, just as flat, looking away from her and towards the stage, where an officer unknown to him was presenting the topic.
The conference went on, and so did the ensuing small talk with various members of NYPD and the DA’s office - but all Carisi could really focus on was the way Amanda looked in that black dress, and how short the dress in question was, and how good her bare legs looked… It was difficult to stay mad at her. Nevertheless, he kept the act up just as she did, too stubborn to break just yet.
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They walked out into the parking lot once the conference had come to an end, silence filling the air between them.
“So, did you drive here?” he asked, in an attempt to finally clear the strange tension that had only been building up all evening. It had been driving him crazy in more ways than one, and it was about time to get on with it.
“I actually got a ride from Velasco, on his motorcycle,” she answered. “I could always ask for a ride back home, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
Even though he knew exactly what she was doing, and that Velasco was definitely not a threat, he bit back a hint of jealousy he felt rising up at the mention.
“C’mon, Amanda, you know that won’t be necessary,” he said, grabbing the keys to his truck from his pocket and unlocking the doors.
“Just an option,” she answered, taking him by the hand as they walked to the truck. Evidently, it didn’t seem like she wanted to stay apart, either. She turned around against the truck’s door, pulling him closer to her.
“You wore that for me, didn’t you?” Carisi asked, lightly pinning her against the truck.
“I don’t know, did it work? Or are you still upset?” she asked, teasingly.
“I’m not upset,” he said. In truth, he had been upset, earlier, a little - but that had dissipated quickly enough after he first spotted her at the conference.
“Prove it, then,” she said, a playful smirk colouring her face.
That, he was ready to do. He moved his hand across to the car door handle, opening the door and allowing her to climb into the back seat, before following her in himself. Their lips collided within moments, meeting in a hungry, frantic kiss - a culmination of the amount of self-control they both, no doubt, had been holding onto all evening. He held her waist as their tongues swirled together and she brought an arm up around his shoulder.
He brought his other hand down in between her legs, under her dress, massaging her inner thigh. Regardless of how ready he was, and he definitely was, he wanted to make sure she was ready, too. He worked his way to bringing his hand up higher, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties. He fingered her clit, eliciting moans from her that made what felt like all the blood in his body rush downstairs. She helped him pull her panties down, allowing him full access. Carisi took the hint, slipping one finger, then two, inside of her as he continued to circle her clit with his thumb. Her breathing shortened and she threw her head back against the car seat, and he quickened the pace, leading her to her first orgasm of the night.
“Mmm, I like it better when we’re not arguing,” she remarked, catching her breath.
“Me too,” Carisi laughed, moving his hand away.
“I’m glad your truck has tinted windows, Counselor,” she said, pulling him into a deep kiss. “‘Cause otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to fuck me in it,” she added after they pulled away, her eyes dark with arousal.
He did quick work of unzipping his pants, lowering them just enough to bring his boxers down and free his member, already slick with pre-cum. Amanda shifted to climb on top of him, slowly sinking down onto his cock. No matter how many times they had done this, he could never get tired of the blissful sensation of being buried deep inside her. They gradually worked up to a steady rhythm, hips pounding, and the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down at every thrust was nearly enough to send him over the edge by itself. If the car was shaking, and if it was noticeable, well, he just did not care at the moment. He thrusted into her harder and harder, feeling himself get progressively closer to his climax, and by the way she dug her fingers into his back, she had to be getting near as well.
“Fuck, Dominick,” she moaned, “Just like that, yes, I’m gonna-”
She collapsed on top of him, and he felt her walls tighten around him in the most amazing way. He didn’t last much longer himself, everything fading to black as he was overtaken by waves of pleasure, his body tensing up as he spilled inside her. They remained like that for a brief moment, breathless, riding out the remainders of their respective orgasms before moving apart.
“Might need to take your car to get cleaned after this,” she said, as she retrieved her underwear and put it back on.
“Totally worth it,” he responded, zipping back up before placing a kiss on her forehead, then opening the car door.