The Italian Lesson (гет)

Side by side at the bar, waiting on the bartender, Carisi finds himself the object of Amanda Rollins’ undivided attention. Her eyes, pools of Caribbean blue, are fixed on him and her mouth… ugh this full sensuous mouth… alternates between a tiny curious smirk and a pensive nibble at the corner of her bottom lip.
“What?”
“Nah… nothing…
“Liar.”
“No… it’s just… that was some quick thinking you did in interrogation today with Metcalf.”
“Oh, yeah… which part?”
“You know, the Italian exchange student bit… for a whole semester… best sex of your life. That was good work, making that up on the fly.”
“Was it… made up, though? Or maybe I was tellin’ the truth, Rollins. Eva think-a that?”