let the war be won (let love be at the end) (фемслэш)

Olivia is quiet when she arrives home past dark, allowing Amanda to set the pace of their interactions. It's unnerving, the steady silence she receives in return for the warm greeting and chaste kiss she gives Olivia when she walks through the door. Olivia's smile is tight, forced when she looks at Amanda before murmuring something about a shower and wandering off in the direction of their bedroom.