Minding Her Own Business [PG]
Title - Minding Her Own Business
Fandom - Guiding Light
Pairing - Olivia/Natalia
Warnings and/or Spoilers - A future spoiler is the springboard.
Summary - Olivia can't catch a break. One-shot
Rating - PG
Olivia Spencer was just minding her own business. For once, anyway.
No scheming, no pestering, no subtle glances that were not that subtle.
The weekend away was just that... a weekend away. And they told various people and got various reactions - some good, some shocked... Okay, most were shocked. I mean, they all think I am over here corrupting Saint Natalia. If they only knew. We are so chaste I might as well be a nun.
Admittedly, there were times that this 'no sex' thing drove Olivia crazy. And she can only really blame herself, she created the rule and she put it out there. When she said it, she meant it - no sex is better than losing Natalia.
All those months without expressing her love and watching Natalia go out with Frank, that was torture. A much stronger and painful torture than my annoyed sex drive. I'll hold her hand until the end of time, if need be. Not a problem at all.
But today, when Olivia Spencer is just minding her own business, just sitting downstairs on a regular Saturday and watching some mindless television - today is conspiring against her.
She hears the footsteps coming down the stairs and doesn't look back, just mumbling a 'hey' to what sounds like Natalia and keeps watching the infomercial for the... What is that? The Bullet? Hmmm. One of those might be nice to have. I could make, like, three meals in five seconds and then Natalia can't complain that I never do anyth--
Olivia's mind stops there, shorting out like bad wiring. She wouldn't be surprised if smoke is rising from her neck or something, signaling that all is not well in the body of Olivia Spencer.
That, in fact, she is finished. With a capital F.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
"What... are you...? I mean..." Olivia's voice is a stuttering mess, halting and strangely high-pitched.
And Natalia smiles happily, doing a little twirl for Olivia's benefit.
Or for my demise. Jesus Christ! ... Sorry, dammit. But c'mon! Why do you tease me like this?
"I love laying in the sun and after this winter, I am ready to soak it up."
A simple enough answer. And it makes sense - the sun is out, the snow is gone, the temperature is rising and everyone is in shorts now. Spring is being rushed by everyone, Summer is on its way. And Natalia Rivera, just like everyone else, cannot wait a second longer to enjoy the nice sunny weather.
And so Natalia Rivera is in a bikini, smelling like cocoa butter, with a towel flung over her tan shoulder.
"You should join me." Natalia suggests.
Olivia can't form a coherent response, she just nods dumbly, taking in every inch of skin revealed. Her mouth becomes dry, a parched landscape along her tongue and her eyes... oh, they linger over certain areas and stare blatantly.
Somewhere in her broken brain, Olivia registers Natalia's shake of the head and her roll of the eyes, before Olivia's gaze follows Natalia as she walks toward the kitchen.
Oh my... wow...
Olivia makes a decision that Natalia, in their own private time, should never be fully clothed again.
"Why don't you come rub some more lotion on me?" Natalia asks from the entrance to the kitchen, looking over her shoulder with quite the mischievous look in her dark eyes.
Olivia drags her eyes from Natalia's ass and up to her face, her expression surely one of a slack-jawed idiot.
"That way you can touch while you look." And Natalia winks, shaking her hips just a little and walks away.
And Olivia Spencer decides that watching television, while attempting to be patient and 'good', is really boring.
She looks up to the ceiling, past the wood and plaster, straight up to the sky.
"God, she started it." Olivia states before rushing outside and to the sexiest lady ever, who needs a new coat of lotion.
Fandom - Guiding Light
Pairing - Olivia/Natalia
Warnings and/or Spoilers - A future spoiler is the springboard.
Summary - Olivia can't catch a break. One-shot
Rating - PG
Olivia Spencer was just minding her own business. For once, anyway.
No scheming, no pestering, no subtle glances that were not that subtle.
The weekend away was just that... a weekend away. And they told various people and got various reactions - some good, some shocked... Okay, most were shocked. I mean, they all think I am over here corrupting Saint Natalia. If they only knew. We are so chaste I might as well be a nun.
Admittedly, there were times that this 'no sex' thing drove Olivia crazy. And she can only really blame herself, she created the rule and she put it out there. When she said it, she meant it - no sex is better than losing Natalia.
All those months without expressing her love and watching Natalia go out with Frank, that was torture. A much stronger and painful torture than my annoyed sex drive. I'll hold her hand until the end of time, if need be. Not a problem at all.
But today, when Olivia Spencer is just minding her own business, just sitting downstairs on a regular Saturday and watching some mindless television - today is conspiring against her.
She hears the footsteps coming down the stairs and doesn't look back, just mumbling a 'hey' to what sounds like Natalia and keeps watching the infomercial for the... What is that? The Bullet? Hmmm. One of those might be nice to have. I could make, like, three meals in five seconds and then Natalia can't complain that I never do anyth--
Olivia's mind stops there, shorting out like bad wiring. She wouldn't be surprised if smoke is rising from her neck or something, signaling that all is not well in the body of Olivia Spencer.
That, in fact, she is finished. With a capital F.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
"What... are you...? I mean..." Olivia's voice is a stuttering mess, halting and strangely high-pitched.
And Natalia smiles happily, doing a little twirl for Olivia's benefit.
Or for my demise. Jesus Christ! ... Sorry, dammit. But c'mon! Why do you tease me like this?
"I love laying in the sun and after this winter, I am ready to soak it up."
A simple enough answer. And it makes sense - the sun is out, the snow is gone, the temperature is rising and everyone is in shorts now. Spring is being rushed by everyone, Summer is on its way. And Natalia Rivera, just like everyone else, cannot wait a second longer to enjoy the nice sunny weather.
And so Natalia Rivera is in a bikini, smelling like cocoa butter, with a towel flung over her tan shoulder.
"You should join me." Natalia suggests.
Olivia can't form a coherent response, she just nods dumbly, taking in every inch of skin revealed. Her mouth becomes dry, a parched landscape along her tongue and her eyes... oh, they linger over certain areas and stare blatantly.
Somewhere in her broken brain, Olivia registers Natalia's shake of the head and her roll of the eyes, before Olivia's gaze follows Natalia as she walks toward the kitchen.
Oh my... wow...
Olivia makes a decision that Natalia, in their own private time, should never be fully clothed again.
"Why don't you come rub some more lotion on me?" Natalia asks from the entrance to the kitchen, looking over her shoulder with quite the mischievous look in her dark eyes.
Olivia drags her eyes from Natalia's ass and up to her face, her expression surely one of a slack-jawed idiot.
"That way you can touch while you look." And Natalia winks, shaking her hips just a little and walks away.
And Olivia Spencer decides that watching television, while attempting to be patient and 'good', is really boring.
She looks up to the ceiling, past the wood and plaster, straight up to the sky.
"God, she started it." Olivia states before rushing outside and to the sexiest lady ever, who needs a new coat of lotion.