Guiding Light/L&O SVU xover fic - Stranger at the Bar
Title: Stranger at the Bar
Fandom: Guiding Light/L&O SVU x-over
Pairing: A double Olivia is double trouble…just sayin’. There are mentions of Natalia.
Rating: NC-17 (it gets a little rough near the end and there’s a fair amount of F-words flying around)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Guiding Light or SVU, and certainly not the two lovely Olivias. All I own is my dirty mind and fortunately, you can’t sue that.
Summary: Two Olivias meet in a bar.
A/N: Since I can’t stand the idea of a cheating Olivia, I’m going to preface this fic with the presumption that Natalia doesn’t return to Springfield after leaving. Perhaps she really did become a nun and go off on a mission to Africa? Anyway, let’s assume that Olivia knows this and is trying to move on.
A/N2: This fic may not be to everyone’s liking. I will say that you can’t put Olivia Spencer and Olivia Benson together without things getting wild and crazy. This wouldn’t be the sweet, romantic sex we’d get with Olivia and Natalia. You have been forewarned.
Dedicated to: Sunshineliron for putting the idea in my head to begin with and Sofia_Lindsay for threatening me within an inch of my life if I didn’t write it.
Summer was fading quickly and fortunately so was the heat. Olivia blew the long strands of hair out of her face as she entered the Beacon lobby. She had dropped Emma off with Phillip to spend some quality time with him this weekend. It was hard for Olivia to still wrap her mind around all that had happened this summer. Natalia had jumped ship unable to deal with falling in love with a woman. Jeffrey died in a plane crash and Phillip has some incurable disease.
At least some things were looking up for other people. Josh and Reva seemed to be working out their issues and even Blake and Frank were dating. Olivia was thankful for that. She had felt bad about all of the bad things that had happened to Frank so she was happy to see him finally with someone who liked him just the way he was. Hell, even Doris was openly dating a woman now!!!
Olivia rubbed at the bridge of her nose as she wandered across the lobby to the bar thinking not for the first time that perhaps once Phillip has succumbed to his disease that she and Emma would start over somewhere else. There just wasn’t anything left for her here, except the really amazing martinis at this very bar.
She slid onto a stool and without even asking was presented with her martini.
“That’s some great service,” Olivia turned and cocked an eyebrow at the woman standing next to her.
“It pays to be the boss,” Olivia tried to discretely check out the woman without being too obvious. She wore low-riding black pants, what looked like a fuchsia-colored tank top, and a black jacket. Her dark hair was cut short but she still was definitely feminine.
“You own this hotel?” The other woman looked impressed and Olivia noticed the brown eyes quickly appraise her. She shifted a little in her seat. The last time she felt something for a dark-haired, brown-eyed girl she got her heart broke. She wasn’t sure she was up for that again.
Olivia took a slow sip from her martini, but didn’t look back at the other woman, “Sure do.” When the other woman didn’t readily reply, she felt like an ass for acting cold. Any business for the Beacon was good business so she couldn’t very well be rude to the clientele. She turned to the other brunette, “My name’s Olivia…Olivia Spencer.”
“Well, that’s unusual. My name’s Olivia too,” she reached out to shake the hotelier’s hand, “Benson though…not Spencer.”
“So, are you staying here or just stopping in on your way somewhere else?”
“Mind if I,” she motioned to the seat next to Olivia.
“No, of course not!”
“I’m staying but only for the weekend. I was in Chicago helping a friend with a case.”
Olivia looked at her curiously, “Case?”
“I’m a cop…special victims unit.”
“What’s a special victim?”
The cop took a sip of the beer she had with her before setting it back down on the bar. She looked boldly at Olivia, “Sex crimes.”
Olivia swallowed, and she swore she blushed a little. Sex never made her blush so what was up with that? “That must be a very interesting job. Bet you see all kinds of wild things.”
The other woman chuckled, “You have NO idea!”
“Tell me.” Olivia stopped mid-sip on her beer and looked at the flashing green eyes of the woman next to her.
She turned to her and leaned in a little closer, hoping she wasn’t wrong about the way she was reading the other woman, “So, Ms. Spencer, do you want to hear all the dirty little stories of what I’ve seen over the years?”
Olivia was shocked she was actually flirting with this woman. She never thought she’d ever want any woman except Natalia, but this other Olivia exuded a sexuality that matched her own. There was no hesitation here, no questions, and she felt her libido kick into overdrive at the possibility.
“Yes.”
The short-haired woman stood, “Then perhaps we should take this to my room.”
Olivia swallowed the rest of her liquid courage and discreetly followed her from the bar and into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed and headed to the twelfth floor, she was pushed against the wall of the elevator as she was kissed hard and fast.
Never one to be outdone, Olivia grabbed the other woman by the jacket lapels and pushed her against the opposite wall quickly moving down to her neck, biting her a little rougher than necessary to get that point across.
She heard the hiss and felt hands roughly grab her hair and pull her up. A glance passed between them before Olivia took the cops hands in her own and pushed them over her head.
“So, tell me. When does sex become a crime?”
The brown eyes smoldered with need and she tried to lean out against her restraint to kiss the woman holding her. She smirked, “When it’s not mutual.”
Olivia leaned in to give her a kiss but pulled back at the last moment, letting her tongue flick out over her lips, “Is this mutual?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.” As if on cue, the elevator doors opened and Olivia followed her to her room.
As soon as the door closed, Olivia felt the firm, warm body of the other woman against her, hands greedily gripping at her ass and back, blunt nails raking down her back. She knew her skin would have marks even through the material. She hadn’t realized how much she had wanted this until Natalia was gone, how much she had needed this...with Natalia. She closed her eyes and let her mind trick her into thinking this was Natalia with her soft curves and strong hands. It was something she knew she’d never have so she let herself get lost in the dream that had shattered months ago when the letter from Natalia arrived.
Within a few moments, Olivia found her blouse unbuttoned and her pants undone. The hot mouth at her ear clarified exactly where the night was going, “I won’t do anything you don’t want, but as long as you tell me, I’ll fulfill every desire. There are no limits and no shame. Understood?”
Olivia nodded her head, her voice raw, “Yes.”
“What do you want?”
She shivered as her shirt was stripped from her and tossed across the room. She kept her eyes tightly closed, the image of Natalia in front of her taking over. A hand came to her chin, pulling her to attention, “Don’t think about her.” Her green eyes snapped open to focus on the penetrating brown in front of her, “Tell me what you want…what you need. You’re not telling her, you’re telling me.”
“How did you…?”
“We all have one in our lives. Tell me. No limits, no shame.”
Olivia struggled to give up the control she had always had during sex. The other woman studied her closely as she pushed down Olivia’s slacks over her thighs, “I know that look. You’re not the type to usually give over control, are you?” Damn, this woman’s good! “But the truth is, just for a few moments, you want to surrender, give in to your darkest desires, let me…let another woman take over.”
Olivia shuddered at the corresponding throb between her legs that responded for her, “Yes.”
“Get on the bed.”
Olivia watched as she stepped back and began to strip. Her lithe body honed by years of chasing criminals. She unholstered her gun, tossing it carefully in a nearby chair, before slipping off her pants. Under the hard exterior, she was remarkably feminine, sleek and firm yet soft in the right places. Olivia caught a glint of something shiny in her hand.
“You haven’t told me what you want, Olivia,” she glanced at the cuffs dangling from her finger. “Yes or no?”
She wasn’t sure if she could make herself give in willingly so she used the prop as an opportunity, a test perhaps, “Yes.”
She smiled at Olivia. It was a charming smile, one that Olivia would have easily found sexy if she had the time to know her better, “You’re still not on the bed.”
Olivia slipped off her underwear and lay back on the bed, as the other woman slinked up right after her. She ran her hands up along Olivia’s ribcage, the metal of the handcuffs against her skin shocking her with their coldness, until she pushed her arms over her head and deftly cinched her wrists with the cuffs around the opening in the bed’s headboard.
“This is going to take some trust. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know. I’m not good with trust.”
“Faith?”
“Even worse.”
She smirked down at Olivia as she hovered above her, “Somehow I thought so.”
Olivia took in a sharp intake of breath as fingers slid down over her breasts and the other woman’s hands tugged at her nipples. Olivia thrust her head back and bit her lip, “God.”
Knowing hands moved down over her stomach, slowly exploring the landscape down and over her hips and thighs. She could feel the build up inside of her and the wetness pooling between her thighs. She tried not to let her arousal be too obvious but she couldn’t stop the obvious movement of her hips.
“You’re a gorgeous woman, Olivia Spencer, but you still haven’t told me what you want, and I SO want to give you what you want.”
Olivia groaned with exasperation. She thought it would be pretty obvious what she wanted. To hell with caution. She had used up all the caution she had on a relationship that would never be, and with any luck, she’d never see this woman again after tonight, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
She smirked and Olivia let out a frustrated sigh, “Close your eyes.”
Olivia looked at her suspiciously, “Trust, remember? You’ll like this.”
Eventually, she gave in and closed her eyes. In the darkness, she could hear the opening of a drawer, silence, and then a quick intake of breath. Before she realized what was happening, she felt herself penetrated forcefully and deeply. Her eyes flew open and zeroed in on the image of this woman between her legs, moving in and out of her, her hips in a steady staccato rhythm.
“Oh FUCK!” Olivia growled out through gritted teeth as her body started to shake with the force of her thrusts. “Oh Jesus…Christ!” Olivia threw her head back into the pillow, her eyes twisting tightly closed, willing her body to hold on against the onslaught. No one had ever taken her this hard and fast, and she was sure she’d be sore tomorrow. At the moment though, she didn’t care. The pain in her wrists and between her legs was cathartic and needed. She let go of every fear, every care, every desire, and let her body and mind be transported on a wave of ecstasy. She felt a hot mouth on her breast, and she writhed and arched against it, chasing after her release with wildly bucking hips.
She felt the sweat-slicked skin of the other woman slide against her bringing her face close to Olivia’s ear, “Say her name.”
Without a second thought, she whispered, “Natalia.” Her mind supplied an image of Natalia on the gazebo bench declaring she was tired of waiting, and Olivia’s body instantly responded, “Oh God, Natalia!”
The orgasm that ripped through her was excruciatingly exquisite and blindingly liberating. If she hadn’t forced air into her lungs, she would have surely passed out.
When her wrists were released, she quickly rolled the other woman over, reached down to adjust the phallus, and forcefully began to fuck the other woman. She refused to look at her. Instead she tucked her face into the strong shoulder below her and continued to relentlessly pump her hips.
Within moments, the woman was arching against her, nails digging deep into Olivia’s back as she moaned out a name Olivia didn’t know and she didn’t care to know. She rolled off of her and winced as the toy slid out, no longer useful. On shaky legs, she dressed and headed to the door. A hand reached for and stopped her at the end of the bed, but she didn’t look back.
“It’ll be okay.”
Olivia refused to swipe at the tears coursing down her face. She simply gave the warm hand a small squeeze and left the room.