Otalia fic - Don't Say It!
Title: Don’t Say It!
Fandom: Otalia
Rating: R, for language. Olivia has a potty mouth after all.
Spoilers: I wish it would be for when Natalia returns, but nobody listens to me when it comes to writing Otalia.
Summary: Natalia returns and sparks fly.
A/N: I started another version of this story, but it sucked. I was kicking the crap out of myself as a writer, but Kayden (you know who you are!) on the pod gave me some fangirl squeeing and now I feel like giving this another go. Hugs, Kayden. Thank you.
I thought I could get away from her in Company. Certainly, she wouldn’t follow me into Company. Today was the first day I had seen Natalia in a month, right there in that damn gazebo where she had professed her love. Damn, bitch, ran off and left me too! And, stupid me, I’ve shown my ass all around this town, making a complete fool of myself. I don’t need this shit. I love the woman, but damn, I know when to cut my losses.
She tried to tell me all of the excuses as we stood there in “our” spot, and I could tell she was close to saying three words I didn’t want to hear right now. Mainly because I just wouldn’t believe her. Actions speak louder than words had always been my motto, and her actions leaving told me all I needed to know.
“Don’t say it!” With those words, I spun on my heel and left her there. Or so I thought. Can’t say that Natalia Rivera isn’t as stubborn, pig-headed, and persistent as I am! I think sometimes she’s worse.
I think I have her in jam now when I waltz nonchalantly into Company and order a coffee from Blake. Now, if there’s one person I want to slap more than Frank or Rafe, both of whom, oh joy, happen to be sitting in a corner booth, it’s Blake. She wouldn’t tell me a damn thing about where Natalia was. I thought with enough pressure the town gossip would have spilled the beans, but oh no…she picked this moment and THIS situation to keep quiet. Just my freakin’ luck!
“Hey Olivia, you okay?”
I turn to the familiar male voice, “No, Josh. I’m not.” He gave me a patient look, “She’s back.”
“Oh,” and just like a moment in a old western where the saloon doors swing open and everyone falls deathly silent, I turned to see her standing in the doorway.
Her eyes are dark and furious, and I have an uncharacteristically “oh shit” moment. She’s never looked at me like that, and it’s kind of scary and more than a little exciting.
With the loud banging of the doors opening, Buzz, Mallet, and Marina have all come out of the back. Great! Now all we need is Father Ray and it’ll be complete. Sure enough…there he comes right behind Natalia. I roll my eyes at the heavens. What? I needed a little more public humiliation, God? Seriously?
She’s less than a foot from me, and I can feel the frustration rolling off of her.
Hoping to save face a little, I calmly try to rationalize with her, “Natalia, maybe we should talk somewhere a little more privately.”
“No, we’re going to talk here. Right here, right now.”
I swallow, “In front of everyone.”
“Yes.” I close my eyes. Shit! I’m estimating how fast I can pack up and leave town, maybe claim that I need to do business out of town and just never return. This is gonna be ugly.
“Fine. Do what you have to do.”
She looked me over and her face faltered for a moment. The moment passed in a flash but seemed to last forever as she took the last step to me and planted a solid kiss right on my mouth. I whimpered at the contact, my eyes wide as saucers. Only briefly did it occur to me that she was kissing me in front of half the town, or at least the half that mattered in our little personal drama, but when she didn’t let go and her lips relaxed against mine, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her waist.
I have no idea how long we stood there kissing, and I didn’t really care because when she pulled back, I could feel the cool dampness against my cheek. Tears…but they weren’t mine.
“I love you, Olivia.” She stepped back, trying to collect herself, and she held my hands in hers. “I know it’s going to take a lot more than that to make up for leaving like I did, but I want to try to rebuild your faith in me. But right now, can we just go home? I just really want to be with you.”
I raised a hand to brush away an errant tear and then kissed her on the forehead, “Let’s go.”
I’m not sure what anyone around us was doing or thinking, and I didn’t really care. She was back, and she loves me and now everyone knows it. This wasn’t going to be easy, but it was so going to be worth it.