Fic - Deadfield - A/U part 10/?
Title: Deadfield
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: Overall R to NC-17
Notes: This is an A/U fic. It's set in "present" day Springfield. A/U assumptions: Olivia left Springfield shortly after her heart-condition diagnosis. Emma doesn't exist.
Parts: One 2-4 5-6 7-8 9
PART 10
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within
My shadow.
- Tool
I was drifting in that blurry, peaceful place between wakefulness and sleep when I felt Natalia shift in my arms. A sigh escaped me when I felt her lips brush gently against my upper chest.
“I want to make love to you,” she whispered and left a small trail of kisses on my skin leading up to my mouth. Her tongue moved against mine as she climbed on top of me and settled her lower body between my legs. I spread my legs for her and moaned into her mouth as she pressed into me. I wanted her so badly, that I could feel my body trembling in expectation. However, when she began moving her lips and tongue down my body, I froze and lifted her head away from me.
“Stop,” I commanded. She froze and stared up at me with questioning eyes. “The blood…” I muttered, trying to still my desire so I could talk. “The blood that was on me earlier… I don’t want to take any chances.”
She moved back up and gently trailed her fingers down the side of my face. “You know the only danger is from a bite, right?”
I nodded. “I just don’t… The thought of your beautiful lips touching that…” I touched three fingers gently against her lips and she pressed a small kiss against them. “I’d like to take a shower, and then…” I reached down and grabbed her backside firmly. “And then, I’d love nothing more than to continue where we left off.”
She smiled at me then, and I swear I’ll never forget that smile. It was filled with hope and genuine happiness and even a hint of mischievousness. “You stay right here for a minute,” she said and before I could protest she disappeared into the bathroom. Several minutes passed and I was just about to see what she was up to when the bathroom door opened and she poked her head out. “Are you going to stay out there all day?” she asked with a wink and disappeared again, leaving the door ajar.
I didn’t need to be asked twice.
When I entered the bathroom, I saw her settling down into the large bathtub. There were piles of bubbles floating on top of the water and I could feel the heat of the bath even as I stood in the doorway. One candle was flickering, illuminating the room in a soft, yellow glow.
“As much as I enjoy the view, why don’t you come join me?” she said and reached out one hand in my direction. Her eyes were raking up and down my body, and I almost felt bashful as I walked toward her. When I stepped into the tub I noticed her staring at the area between my legs for a brief moment before she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
I resisted a chuckle and lowered myself into the water. As I did, she pulled me into her arms and between the feel of them enclosing around me and the warmth of the water, I was sure I’d never felt so content and safe.
“How do you do this to me?” I asked as I leaned my head back against her shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“Make me feel like everything’s okay again?”
She folded her arms around me more firmly. “Right now…” She paused, and I felt her leave a kiss in my hair. “Everything is okay.”
I wanted to protest and tell her nothing was okay, that the world was crumbling away outside these walls, that nothing would be okay ever again, but I couldn’t. Instead, I nodded my head in agreement and allowed myself to relax into her arms. The power of her touch was so strong, that I felt anything could be true as long as she kept touching me.
After long moments of relaxing in each other’s arms, she began washing my skin. The feel of her hands caressing my skin, lathering the soap, and then washing it away was incredibly erotic. It was all I could do to keep my breathing steady. I wanted her so much I could barely think. Even the air around us began to feel sexually charged. She had just begun re-washing the area where the blood had touched my skin earlier that day when I saw her hand tremble and she dropped the soap into the water.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her lips so close to my ear I could feel the words as much as I could hear them. I reached into the water, retrieved the soap and put it to the side.
“Never apologize for desiring me,” I whispered and took her hand in mine. I spread my legs and guided her hand down beneath the surface of the water. When she touched me for the first time I released a strangled moan and my head fell back onto her shoulder. She cradled my head in her free hand, leaned down, and kissed my neck gently.
At first, I kept my hand over hers, guiding her gentle movements, but as the feelings got more intense I moved my hand away. “No,” she said when I moved away. “Show me what you want.”
“Anything,” I muttered and lifted my hips against her hand.
“Show me, Olivia,” she said and I felt her teeth sink gently into the skin below my ear.
I moved my trembling hand back to cover hers. I pressed both of our hands firmly against me and whispered, “Faster.” She followed my request and soon I could do nothing but attempt to keep my hand against hers as a surge of ecstasy flowed through my body. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever experienced - deep and comforting and healing.
When I could move again, I pulled her hand up my body and held it tight against my chest.
“You are so beautiful,” she said when I moved her hand to my mouth and kissed it softly. I thought I heard tears in her voice and concern moved me to turn in her arms so I could see her face. “So beautiful,” she said again and leaned in to kiss me.
I tasted the salt of her tears in our kiss and pulled away. “Don’t cry,” I whispered and reached up to wipe the tears from her face.
“I promise they’re happy tears,” she said with a small laugh, and I watched as two new ones spilled past her dark eyelashes.
I smiled back at her and wiped the new tears away. “Come on, let’s get out of this tub.”
She closed her eyes and nodded as she blinked back any more tears that threatened to fall. I stood and helped her out.
Our love making continued once we found our way back to the bed. It started out gentle and tentative, but eventually we fell to ravenously ravishing each other.
I’ll never forget a minute of that night.
Her hands explored me over and over, touched me in ways I’d never been touched before, with a level of passion and desire that I’d never known before. Her touches were eager and curious, loving and insatiable.
I’ll never forget the moment when she kissed me, when I could taste myself on her lips for the first time. “You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she said and released a laugh filled with such bawdy joy my heart seemed to grow inside my chest from the power of it.
It was a night filled with firsts for me. The first time I felt ecstasy in the arms of a woman. The first time I truly understood the meaning of passion and desire. The first time I ever felt completely fulfilled and satiated by the touch of another person. The first time I ever knew how it felt to want to stay forever in the arms of another human being.
“I want to stay like this forever,” I said after we were both so tired we could do nothing but lay wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Mmm, forever,” she mumbled against my shoulder.
And in that moment I think we believed it. I think we believed we could stay there in that room forever, safe from change and the outside world.
We were wrong, of course, but for that one moment we believed it and for that one moment we were happy.
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The next morning a fierce knocking at the door woke me with a start. Natalia made a sound of protest and buried her face into my shoulder. I glanced at the clock. 6 a.m. “Go away!” I yelled. I wasn’t ready for any more disasters. Not now.
“It’s Rafe!” yelled back a voice from behind the door. “He’s downstairs.”
Natalia said bolt upright. She stared at me, her eyes wide with shock. “My baby boy,” she whispered and covered her mouth.
“We’ll be right there!” I yelled back and slid out of bed. I helped her to her feet and she fell into my arms. I held her tightly for a brief moment to steady her.
“I can’t believe it,” she said as she pulled from me and began putting on the first clothes she found. The smile on her face made me send up a prayer of thanks to whoever might have had a hand in bringing Rafe back to her. Within minutes we were dressed and running downstairs.
“Ma!” Rafe said when he caught sight of her and ran to wrap her in his arms. The force of his hug lifted her off her feet and they both laughed. When their hug ended she took his face in her hands and stared at him for a long time.
“I can’t believe you made it, Rafe. I didn’t know… I never gave up hope, but it’s so horrible out there. How did you…” She glanced around the room for the first time, and her smile faded from her face. I had already seen the crowd of people who sat in the room. No one was smiling. No one looked happy. My heart sank to my feet as I realized what must have happened. “Where’s your father and Harley?” Natalia asked and took a step back from her son.
Rafe sighed deeply and rubbed his face. He fell into a large chair.
Alan stepped toward Rafe and put a hand on his shoulder. “Gus and Harley… they didn’t make it,” he said. His voice was thick with emotion. Rafe leaned forward and covered his face with his hands.
I saw Natalia sway a little and stepped forward to steady her. She leaned against me and took a deep breath. “What happened?” she asked.
Rafe shook his head back and forth in his hands. I heard him sniff quietly and saw him discreetly rub a tear from his eye. Alan bent down beside him. “You can tell us later if you want, son,” he said and rubbed Rafe’s back. I’d never seen Alan act so gentle before, and it made the situation seem even more surreal than it already was.
“No,” Rafe said and lifted his head. He looked up at Natalia who crouched down in front of him and took one of his hands in hers. “I want to tell you.”
“Take your time, baby,” Natalia said. Rafe nodded and locked eyes with her as he began telling his story.
“Everything was okay at first. We planned on taking our time getting to Springfield, seeing the sights and stuff. Harley kept dragging us to these lame tourist spots, but it wasn’t that bad. Her and dad were happy and laughing so I kind of got into it too. Anyway, we stopped in Nashville because dad said he liked country music and always wanted to see the Grand ole Opry.” Rafe paused for a moment and gave Natalia a crooked smile. “Did you know that?” Natalia nodded and smiled back at him. “Weird, right?” he asked.
“Nicky always surprised me,” she said and reached up to rub his arm reassuringly.
“So yeah, anyway, we stopped there to see a show and we got a couple rooms for the night. Everything was fine. Everyone was fine… until the next morning. I don’t know what happened. It was like the whole city just lost its mind. There were cops in riot gear everywhere… blocking the streets off, yelling at anyone who was outside… shooting people. They told us we’d be safer inside, safer if we didn’t go out. We watched the news and found out that there were these things that seemed like zombies straight out of a freakin’ movie everywhere. I remember dad laughed.” Rafe looked up at Alan and said, “He laughed,” in a disbelieving tone. “I mean, I guess yeah, it didn’t seem real at first, but after we were stuck in that hotel room for two days, it started to feel a little too real and dad started to get antsy. Harley tried to stop him, convince him that we should give it some more time, but he insisted that we leave.
“We got into the car and started to head out. It was easier than we expected because by then most of the cops were off the streets. I don’t what happened to them, probably chickened out or got killed… or something. So we headed out and there were all these fires everywhere. I mean, buildings, cars, everything was on fire. It was so messed up. We had to keep turning around and going down different streets just to get out of the city because cars were abandoned and on fire everywhere. Once we got out of the city, it was easier to drive and all, but there were still cars everywhere and you had to be careful.
“Eventually we got to this little hick town in Kentucky where we tried to get some gas, but there was like no one around at all. We stopped at one station and dad went inside to see if anyone was in there. He was gone forever and Harley started to get worried so she went in after him.” Rafe covered his face with his hands again. “I just sat there in the car and waited. I just sat there.”
“What happened then, son?” Alan asked after a few moments of silence.
Natalia moved onto the chair with him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Rafe continued without lifting his head. “After a long time they came back out and… and they were changed. They came running at the car and started banging on the windows and doors. I’d seen the people who were infected when we were in Nashville, so I knew what had happened. It was so awful seeing them like that. I saw the news and remembered how they said you couldn’t help people once they were like that, but seeing them like that, it took all I could do to not get out of the car and try to help them somehow.
“But I didn’t know what to do, and I was so scared. I kept thinking about you, Mama,” he turned to her and she hugged his head and kissed his temple. “I knew I had to try to get home just in case you were still okay - in case you needed help. So I climbed into the front seat and took off with the car.
“I just left them there. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“It’s okay, Rafe. You did the right thing,” said Phillip from across the room. “There wasn’t anything you could have done.”
“There were cars everywhere, all along the sides of the roads and stuff, so whenever I ran low on gas I’d just find one with the keys still in it. I took back roads and stuff to avoid cities, so it took me awhile. Dad left his gun in the car and I… I used it a few times when I had to stop.” He looked around the room nervously. “Only on the dead people, of course.”
Alan patted him on the back. “You were very brave, Rafe. We’re extremely happy you made it back to us in one piece. We’re all very sad about your father and Harley, but they’d be happy to know you made it. You know that, right?”
Rafe nodded his head. “I’m so tired. Do you think I could take a nap somewhere?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Natalia asked. He nodded.
“Just need some sleep.”
“You can go up and sleep in…”
“Uh, Rafe,” Phillip interrupted suddenly. “Why don’t you take my room? It’s right next to your mom’s room, and I won’t be around all day. We’ll set you up somewhere more permanent tonight. Sound good?”
Rafe nodded and slowly got to his feet. Natalia put an arm around him and led him upstairs.
The small crowd in the room began to silently disperse, and I raised an eyebrow at Phillip as he approached me. “Soooo, you and Natalia, eh?” he said with a smirk.
“What do you mean?”
“The walls may be thick, but they’re not that thick. I figured I’d send Rafe to my room instead of yours. I have a feeling it may not be exactly presentable?”
I covered my eyes with my hand. “Oh god.”
Phillip laughed. “Olivia Spencer blushing, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day. I’d ask if she makes you happy, but I think I already heard the answer.”
“Oh god.”
“Don’t worry, the walls really are pretty thick. I only heard the uh… most enthusiastic bits.” He reached out and patted me on the shoulder, and I released a small laugh.
“She really does make me happy. I almost feel wrong feeling it at a time like this.”
“Happiness is never wrong. We have to appreciate everything we can right now.”
I nodded and glanced at the stairs. “Do you think Rafe will be okay?”
“Yeah. I do. He’s a strong young man. I’m glad he’s back with us.”
I nodded. “Yeah. It’s good he’s back… for Natalia’s sake.”
“Come on,” he put an arm around my shoulder. “A little birdie told me you’re quite the chef, and I’m betting there’s a bunch of hungry people who want breakfast.”
“I don’t know where you got this false information,” I muttered.
“Uh huh,” he said and winked. “Oh, I think it’s very correct. In fact, I hear you make a pretty mean omelet.”
“Lies, all lies,” I grumbled and reluctantly followed him as he walked toward the kitchen.