Progress (OTALIA)
Author: Fanchiction
Title: Progress
Pairing: Otalia
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Olivia and Natalia take a step forward.
A/N: I've been following Guiding Light since I was a kid through osmosis. My mom's a CBS daytime fan, and I have somehow kept up with the characters even though I refuse to like the shows. :)
All of a sudden, with Otalia, Guiding Light's managed to catch my attention. As much as I hate to admit it, I love the Otalia storyline AND the fanfic that goes along with it. I've thought Olivia was cute ever since I was a little kid watching Prince Richard in the days of San Cristobal. And now--! Ah, but I digress...
Here goes my first Otalia fic. I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. :)
Natalia heads upstairs to jump in the shower. She’s been gardening all morning, and the heat from outside has ravaged her body. She swipes the back of her hand over her brow to help temper the sweat that’s been threatening to fall. Under her breath, she curses Olivia who mysteriously walked off in the middle of cleaning up and left her to finish all by herself.
A groan from inside of the Olivia's bedroom catches Natalia’s attention and she freezes in front of the door. A wave of guilt rushes over her. Maybe Olivia disappeared because she wasn’t feeling well. Was it a cold? The flu? Her heart?
Another long moan sets the brunette back in motion as she bursts into the bedroom. She gasps at the sight before her out of shock and… something else.
Olivia’s head is thrown back, her mouth open, her eyes clamped shut. She jumps up at the sound of Natalia’s gasp with wide green eyes and immediately removes her hand from the inside of her jeans. “Shit! Natalia! It’s not what it… Dammit!”
Natalia feels even hotter than she did outside, but this time it's for much different reasons. “I’m sorry!” she yelps before rushing into her own bedroom. She locks the door behind her so that she can’t be followed.
***
An hour has passed before Natalia feels comfortable enough to venture downstairs. She’s showered now-though it was not a cold shower, because taking a cold shower would force her to acknowledge that she is feeling certain things that she isn’t ready to feel.
But she can’t simply erase the memory of the look on Olivia’s face just as she was about to… She shakes the image from her head.
She realizes that Olivia must be starving, so she heads to the kitchen to make a late breakfast, but her girlfriend is already at the breakfast table with a bowl of Emma’s Fruit Loops.
“Hi,” Natalia mumbles.
Olivia turns two shades redder. “Hi.”
Natalia takes a deep breath. They’ve promised to communicate, so communicate they must. “Um… … I’m sorry that -- I mean, of course you… It’s not like I-- I mean, you know.” So much for communication…
Olivia graciously cuts her off. “Can we just forget about it? I’m already embarrassed enough. And you must be grossed out.” She scrunches her eyes shut.
“Is that what you think? No, I'm not grossed out... You just surprised me, that’s all,” Natalia insists.
Olivia shakes her head with a gentle laugh. “What did you expect? You were wearing that tank top. With no bra! I could see your… you know? Anyway, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s natural. Are you um… still okay with taking things slow?”
“Yeah!”
“-Because if you’re not, I’m not sure I can… do that. Yet.”
“No, Natalia, I don’t want you to do that yet. I want you to do it when you’re ready.” Olivia bows her head in shame and draws circles in her cereal with her spoon.
Natalia feels relieved and regretful all at the same time. They haven’t been ‘taking things slowly’-they’ve been taking things glacially with nothing but soft pecks on the lips for months. Last week, during a rare and delicious make-out session, they’d ended up in bras and jeans, but that’s as far as it got. And Natalia knows full well that Olivia Spencer is a sexual being. Things were going to have to eventually progress.
As she continues to scrutinize over the situation, she hears her mouth speaking against her mind’s will. “Were you thinking about me?”
Olivia’s green orbs snap to her in an instant. “Was I…? When I...? Well, y-yeah,” she stutters, as if there’s no right answer.
Natalia uses all of her energy to control the smile that’s fighting its way onto her lips. “What about me?” she asks, losing the battle.
Olivia rolls her eyes, but Natalia can tell from experience that she’s far from annoyed. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
The older woman takes a deep breath deflating her newly crimson cheeks. “Lots of stuff. You’re so beautiful, Nat. What didn’t I think about? That would be an easier question to answer.”
“Oh…”
“But um… Like I said, it was the first time I saw your n-nipples, so that’s where it started. And you were hot and sweaty. God, I just wanted to-“ she clears her throat to compose herself. “So…”
Natalia can’t believe her ears. “Right there? You wanted to… right there? Outside?”
“Anywhere,” Olivia breathes. “Everywhere,” she corrects, thoughtfully.
Now Natalia’s the one clearing her throat. “Well, I’m guessing you didn’t finish.”
Olivia chuckles heartily. “The mood was kind of ruined.”
Feeling a sudden surge of boldness, Natalia bites her bottom lip as her eyelids drop in the most tortuous way. “So... finish,” she whispers.
Olivia’s laughter comes to a screeching halt. “Fin-what? You want me to…?”
Natalia nods and kneels down. She kisses Olivia softly on the lips, as she busies her hands with her zipper. Once Olivia's jeans are unzipped, Natalia leans back expectantly.
Olivia tentatively slips her hand into the waistband of her panties. “Ahhh,” she gasps, because she’s still as ready as she was an hour ago.
“God, Olivia… Te quiero… Te amo,” Natalia whispers. She tucks a stray section of hair behind the woman’s ear and kisses her again.
Olivia whimpers into the kiss and begins to stroke herself. Natalia moves her kisses to her girlfriend’s neck until the sounds coming from her are frantic. Then she leans back to watch again, only she can tell that Olivia’s holding back.
“Liv?”
Olivia’s eyes snap open. “Hmmm?” she asks, stalling her movement.
“I want to see you come,” Natalia insists. She takes Olivia’s free hand and guides it to her breasts.
“Oh God!” Olivia grunts. Now she’s thrusting and twisting and bucking. She’s close and Natalia glues her eyes to the expression on Olivia’s face as she climaxes. “Fuck, Natalia!” she moans, as her bucking slows.
“Wow,” is Natalia’s strangled reply.
Olivia regains some strength and opens her eyes with a chuckle. “Where did that come from?”
Natalia grins. “I honestly have no idea. You’re so good to me… so patient. And hot. You’re really hot. You deserve everything.”
“So, what does this mean?” Olivia asks with a smile on her lips.
Natalia stands and stretches. “It means that I need to take another shower before we pick up Emma. A really cold one.”
“Really?” Olivia asks raising an eyebrow.
“Uh-huh. And it means that we need to find a sitter. Soon. I… I want to try,” Natalia says with a blush. “Is that okay--?”
“-Yes!” Olivia yelps.
“Good. I’ll be down in a little bit. Can you handle making lunch for the three of us?”
Olivia laughs. “How about I take my girls out instead? I think everybody will be happier with that.”
Natalia rolls her eyes on her way up the stairs. Her voice trails off as she mutters something in Spanish about her lover’s inability to do anything domestic. But deep in her belly, she feels a warmth and an affection for the woman she’s going to spend the rest of her life reprimanding.
PART 2