Otalia - The Morning After
Title: The Morning After
Fandom: Otalia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: Belongs unfortunately to FUCBS, et al. I’m giving Otalia the fun they deserve.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
A/N: A follow-up to the one-shot “Finally”.
The early morning light cast the room in a soft glow and Olivia was barely able to see the outline of a naked shoulder in front of her. She didn’t remember much after making love to Natalia last night except passing out from a state of physical and emotional exhaustion. She didn’t let Natalia make love to her though, not because she didn’t want it, but because she wanted to relish in the secrets of Natalia’s body. She wanted to discover her and memorize every sound and move she made.
As her finger trailed down Natalia’s side and the warm, deliciously curved body in her arms started to shift, she felt the tingling rush of unfulfilled desire spread throughout her body. Her hand moved to Natalia’s hip as her own rolled into the beautifully curved ass in front of her. A sleepy Natalia responded on instinct and arched into Olivia, their mutual groans speaking a language they both understood.
Natalia was fully awake now from the erotic sliding and movement of Olivia’s breasts and legs against her back. She reached back and pulled Olivia’s thigh over her hip, intensifying the intimate contact. Olivia couldn’t resist the temptation and she dipped her head down between Natalia’s shoulder blades to kiss the sensitive areas she had found last night. Slowly, she worked her way up to Natalia’s neck and teased the spot on the back of her neck, light nips and sucks drawing out a long moan from Natalia’s throat.
With each new moan and gasp from Natalia, Olivia became more assertive, the small bites a little harder, the nails running up Natalia’s back dug in with a little more force; however, when her hand slid around to Natalia’s stomach and seized her breast, Natalia immediately stopped it with her own hand.
“Oh no you don’t, Olivia Spencer.”
Olivia took a long lick along a spot she had just nibbled and smiled against Natalia, feigning innocence, “What?”
Natalia rolled over in her arms, “Don’t act innocent. I don’t buy it and besides, you had your way with me quite a few times last night. Now, it’s your turn.”
Natalia ran her finger over the cheek and lips of the woman in bed with her. She never dreamed she’d…actually, she did dream…a lot, but never actually believed that she’d know what it meant to be completely loved by Olivia. So many nights she had struggled to get to sleep in this very bed thinking about all of the wonderful things they had done last night. Natalia would have normally been embarrassed by the way it made her feel and the very primal response of her body, but all she could think now was if she’d ever get enough. Will Olivia ever be able to love her body enough to fill her need? The thought was slightly frightening because she had never felt so bold and wanton before, not until Olivia touched her.
Olivia shifted in her arms, her body seeking out Natalia’s, and it was all the invitation Natalia needed as she kissed Olivia. She wasn’t her usual passive self in the kiss. She reached for it and gave herself over to the need to bond with Olivia on this most basic level. She wanted to give her pleasure and happiness. She wanted to plant a seed of hope in Olivia’s heart and spend each day nurturing it until it bloomed in all its glory. She knew she had broken Olivia’s heart, but she wanted to spend every moment they had together mending it with kisses and touches and small gestures so that one day Olivia would never remember a day where she didn’t feel loved by her.
As she pulled back from the kiss, Natalia thought of a million ways she wanted to make love to Olivia but looking into her intense green eyes, she knew one thing above all others. She wanted to see the joy and ecstasy in Olivia’s eyes when she came.
She allowed herself a moment to lean down and take Olivia’s breast in her mouth and when she took her in deep, Olivia arched against her, and her legs wrapping around Natalia’s thigh. Natalia took advantage of Olivia wrapped around her and she pressed her thigh against her. A low rumble in Olivia’s throat signaled her deep need.
Natalia wanted to wait, stretch out the moment, but the building intensity between them was impossible to ignore or fight. Instead, she caressed Olivia’s face until her eyes opened.
“Look at me, Olivia. Be here with me.” Olivia silently nodded as Natalia moved her hand between them and replaced her thigh with her fingers.
They both gasped at the same time, but the only word Olivia could get out was “Natalia.”
The sound of Olivia’s voice wasn’t her usual seductive huskiness. Instead, she sounded almost frightened, vulnerable. Natalia’s heart broke at the pain she had caused. She kissed her forehead and then looked at her, letting her heart say the words and not giving conscious thought to where they came from.
“Let me love you, Olivia. For the rest of my life, let me love you.”
It was a promise, a vow, stronger than anything either of them could pronounce in a church. It bound them together purely on love alone. Olivia answered Natalia’s entreaty with her body, opening to her and accepting her love. The moment stood still between them, a silent language spoken between lovers, as Olivia let down the final wall and welcomed a bright, new day.