FIC: Babbling and Strewing Flowers (Guiding Light)

[rysler]

Title: Babbling and Strewing Flowers
Author: rysler
Fandom: Guiding Light, Otalia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kinky one year anniversary



Spending their one year anniversary in Decatur, which was like Springfield but somehow even flatter and with even more sky, became acceptable only when they found Priscilla's. Surrounded by porn, which was about to give Natalia hives, Olivia looked devilish. Like she was about to cause trouble.

Natalia hadn't seen that look too much in the last year. After all the drama, getting out of Springfield had been a good idea after all.

Maybe.

Natalia wasn't going to give Olivia any leeway, though, not when they were in a--in a--

"Sex shop," Olivia purred in her ear.

"Olivia, what are we doing here?"

"It's our anniversary."

"You couldn't just get me jewelry?"

As soon as Natalia said the words, she regretted them, because, after all--

"There's lots of jewelry here," Olivia said.

Natalia closed her eyes. She wished Olivia wouldn't stand so close. People might think they were into this sort of thing.

"See anything you like?" Olivia asked.

Natalia sighed and scanned the room. She pointedly didn't look at Olivia.

"Candy bra?" Olivia asked.

The proprietor, a portly, kind-looking woman who was giving them their space, casually looked at receipts while Natalia looked for something, anything, to focus on that wouldn't cause her to drop dead right there.

Which ended up being a clear dildo, sitting proudly upright on a shelf.

"It's a little big, don't you think?" Olivia hummed against her ear.

Natalia blushed, but didn't die. So she took a deep breath and said, "We could look at the handcuffs?"

"No handcuffs."

"But--"

Olivia's hands slid down her arms, gently, and then back up to her shoulders.

The proprietor was coming over now, and Natalia was still frozen. Olivia must have done something. Must have radiated something.

Natalia turned in her arms and kissed her, lightly on the lips, and smiled at her.

"I see something I like," she said, and then Olivia blushed, and that was only fair.

* * *

The proprietor had sent them back to Springfield with careful instructions, props, and a training video. But then there had been the fire at the hospital, and the cattle thing. A month had passed before Ava had swooped into town and taken Emma and promised not to take her near anything dangerous on her whirlwind weekend in Chicago.

So they were alone in the farmhouse and the phone hadn't rung in a good forty minutes, and Olivia, because she was decisive--impatient--had locked herself in the bathroom to put the damn clear rubber jelly thing on.

"What am I supposed to do?" Natalia called through the door.

"Look pretty," Olivia shouted.

"As opposed to how I normally look?"

"Natalia."

Natalia folded her arms.

Olivia said, "It's a special night."

Natalia smiled. "Should I get my pirate outfit?"

"Natalia."

Natalia sat on the bed. She faced away from the accessories scattered near the pillow. She tried to push her unsettled feelings away. This was a special night, and they'd had a hard month--a hard few years--and she wanted nothing more than for Olivia to hold her and love her and make everything else go away. They were going to play games instead, when Natalia yearned for Olivia's tenderness. Maybe they could just do this later. After Natalia had Olivia in her arms. After she had squeezed her sufficiently.

The bathroom door opened. Olivia came out and slouched in jeans and her favorite tank top with her hair loose and flowing over her shoulders.

Natalia got up. She looked at Olivia's crotch, because that was the point. Something was there. A bulge. An outcropping. Disguised by denim and more of a shadow that hadn't been there before. She looked at Olivia's face. Olivia smiled. Natalia rushed forward, longing to erase the hesitancy she saw. She took Olivia's face in her hands and kissed her, and then kissed her again, harder, until Olivia kissed her back, stumbling but managing to turn so that Natalia was pinned against the door frame. Natalia held her close, and laughed when Olivia's crotch came into contact with hers.

"It's not supposed to be funny," Olivia growled, before nipping at her ear.

Natalia arched her neck. She scratched Olivia's shoulders.

Olivia obligingly kissed her throat.

"It's just...I haven't felt anyone's--in a really long time. A really long."

Olivia said, "I bought it."

Natalia cupped the back of Olivia's neck.

Olivia said, "Just for you."

"And what are you going to do with it?" Natalia asked, closing her eyes as Olivia's lips moved along her jaw.

"Whatever you want," Olivia said.

Natalia tangled her fingers in Olivia's hair. Olivia slowly knelt, caressing her sides, and then her hips. Natalia looked down. Olivia smiled, but kissed her stomach through her shirt. Natalia touched her chin.

Olivia said, "You know, you should have worn this." She pressed her cheek to Natalia's hip. "So I could--"

"Next time. Come here."

Natalia tugged, drawing Olivia back up to her feet. She'd seen that flash of vulnerability in Olivia's expression, that need to stay on her knees. But they had to get this over with.

"Olivia," she said. "This is supposed to be fun."

"It itches."

"Need me to scratch it?"

Natalia kept one hand on Olivia's shoulder, but the other she moved to squeeze Olivia's crotch. The dildo pressed against her palm. She pressed back against Olivia, who squirmed.

"Oh," Olivia said.

Then Natalia's fingers settled along the sides, as best she could, and she pulled, and then pushed back again. Olivia sagged against the wall.

Natalia met her eyes and smiled, cautiously.

"Do that again," Olivia said.

"What, this?" Natalia jerked her.

Olivia's eyes drifted closed. "Yeah, that."

"At least get on the bed."

Olivia sat and smiled as Natalia stood in front of her, stroking her hair out of her face.

"I think," Olivia said, "That you should undress."

Natalia curled her fingers under Olivia's shoulder straps. "You aren't going to help me?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

Olivia leaned back on her hand. She sprawled and tossed her hair. She looked haughty and alluring and said, "I'm the one with the toy."

"Good point."

Olivia smirked.

Natalia stepped back and pulled off her shirt. She heard Olivia's gasp when she revealed herself, when her nipples tightened as they were exposed to the air and to Olivia's gaze. Natalia couldn't look at anything but Olivia's jeans. She wanted her hands there again. She wanted Olivia's moans. But she settled for pushing off her pants and panties, and letting Olivia look right at her.

"Just want to look?" she asked, reaching for Olivia's shirt again.

Olivia raised her arms.

Natalia pulled off her shirt, and then pushed her backward. Olivia slumped back obligingly and tucked her hands behind her head. Natalia knelt beside her. The previous fear that they might be doing something wrong, that time was too short, had faded under Olivia's easy grace. Arousal had come to fill the space. Not quite need, but a buzzing, tickling sensation, making her bend over to kiss Olivia's stomach. She shivered as Olivia shifted underneath her.

She moved onto the bed and kissed Olivia. Olivia kissed her back, moving her hands to Natalia's shoulders. Natalia let herself be indecisive, let herself wonder what the heck to do as her mouth moved, as her hands wandered. As her desire grew, her body would tell her how to respond. Or, if she lingered, Olivia would become too frustrated to do anything but take her. Either way. No need to worry. Natalia smiled and slipped lower, kissing Olivia's breasts.

"You're killing me," Olivia complained as Natalia's lips dragged across her stomach.

"Am not," Natalia murmured.

"Are too."

"I could try."

Olivia squeaked, and at the same time jerked her hips. The echoing ache inside Natalia made up her mind for her. She was going to try.

"Ready?" she asked.

"For what?"

Natalia unzipped Olivia's jeans.

"Oh Jesus. I'm ready."

Olivia propped herself up on her elbows, but her eyes were closed. Natalia took a deep breath but then pulled out the dildo, marveling again at how clear it was. Like gel, or glass, but she could squeeze it and it wouldn't give, just kind of welcome her fingers.

Olivia had to open her eyes. "I can't feel it."

"Imagine that."

Olivia scoffed.

Natalia ran her fingers along the sides, and then to the tip. She tapped with one finger.

Olivia said, "Oh--Okay, I still can't feel it but don't stop doing that..."

"Very funny. Hold on."

Natalia knelt, reaching for the condom and the tube tossed onto the bed earlier. She felt awkwardly naked, arching above Olivia like that. She wasn't sure she wanted Olivia to take off her jeans. She wasn't sure how she felt about straps.

She had trouble tearing open the condom package and when she finally got it out, she just stared.

"Problem?" Olivia asked.

"Why are we doing this again?"

"That's what the video said to do. It's porous or...whatever."

"Right." Natalia flipped over the condom. "I just don't... have much experience with these."

"No kidding."

Natalia smacked Olivia's side.

"Let me," Olivia said. She settled half-propped onto the pillows and took the condom.

"I can see you know what you're doing," Natalia said.

Olivia grinned. "I'm smooth."

"Like a--Okay, you can't expect wit at a time like this."

"No?"

Natalia met Olivia's eyes and blushed under Olivia's smile. Olivia was looking at her like she was the most gorgeous thing in the world, like she wouldn't be happier anywhere else. Natalia had seen that look before, often enough, that moment when Olivia was so still that her boundless energy became a sort of glow. Maybe Natalia was just in her crazy space with her. Or maybe this was all perfectly ordinary. Natalia turned slightly, focusing on the lube. Giving into Olivia's sweet expression and letting Olivia kiss her until she passed out didn't seem like the responsible thing to do.

Olivia, of course, whined the second Natalia's back was turned.

"What, you want to help me with this, too?" Natalia asked. "There's instructions."

"We've used lube before," Olivia said.

"Well, not Mimosa flavored."

"Clearly an oversight on our part."

"Right. Can you just... be quiet for a minute?"

"I am being quiet."

Natalia sat beside Olivia's hips and spread lube into her palm.

"Is it warming?" Olivia asked.

"What do you care, it's for--What did I just say?"

"I can't help what comes out of my mouth."

"That's for sure."

Natalia gave in and looked at her. Olivia smirked and winked. Natalia counted out three seconds, and when Olivia remained quiet, she obligingly slid her hand down the dildo, coating it with the lubricant, and then moved back up.

"Smells like oranges," Olivia said.

Natalia stopped moving and glared at her.

"Just saying." Olivia curled her lip.

Natalia massaged in the lube. When Olivia shifted slightly, she pressed. Olivia gasped.

"There?" Natalia asked, making her strokes harder.

Olivia nodded.

Natalia knelt, pressing her left hand into the bed by Olivia's shoulder. "You can tell me how it feels," she said.

"Different. Like, it's you, touching me. But not you. But still, you."

Natalia knitted her brow.

Olivia closed her eyes.

Natalia kissed her, and then abandoned the dildo, ignoring Olivia's eyes fluttering open and her squeak of protest. She traced Olivia's lips. Olivia flicked out her tongue. She tasted Natalia's fingertips and then retreated, giving her a smug look. Natalia pressed, slipping her finger into Olivia's mouth. Olivia sucked. Mimosas or not, this was pure pleasure. Olivia's rough tongue against her skin, sending vibrations all the way through to her toes. When Olivia would lick there, she'd feel them in her fingertips. She left her hand there and slid down to nuzzle Olivia's breasts.

She didn't mind when Olivia took her hand and kissed her palm instead, and nipped. She didn't mind when her mouth closing over a nipple caused Olivia to clench her hand.

Olivia said, just as her teeth grazed Natalia's wrist, "You taste better than oranges."

"Charmer," Natalia said.

Olivia abandoned all pretext of participation as Natalia kissed her breasts. Olivia's nipples were already swollen, straining toward her mouth, beckoning Natalia to soothe them, to cherish them. Her hand free, she worked it back between their bodies, finding the dildo again, still slippery. When she kissed Olivia's stomach, Olivia groaned, but Natalia couldn't kiss her everywhere at once.

"Patience," she said.

"What?"

Natalia shrugged her shoulders, and settled her nerves, and with supreme bravery, lowered her mouth onto the dildo. The rubber was surprisingly giving and she sank down onto it and sealed her lips. The size was a factor after all. With her lips stretched she didn't taste much initially, just felt the hardness, the girth, and she had to concentrate on what she was doing, but it was Olivia's scent, rising to greet her nostrils, and Olivia's groan, and Olivia's grasping at her hair, that won her. She held still and after a heartbeat, Olivia slowly began to move underneath her.

"Jesus, Natalia. You should see yourself." Olivia's voice was hard with arousal.

Natalia lifted her head just enough to yank down Olivia's jeans without hurting herself, and then resumed her position, with Olivia's bare thighs pressing her arms and Olivia's scent stronger. She couldn't resist brushing her fingers across Olivia's lips.

Olivia jerked involuntarily, holding Natalia's head.

"God," Olivia said. "Please tell me you're as turned on as I am."

Natalia pushed herself up and kissed Olivia with a slippery, orange-coated mouth, before settling onto her side.

Olivia shifted to look at her, her expression curious.

Natalia said, "Why don't you find out?"

"Yeah?"

Natalia cupped her cheek. "Yeah."

Olivia rolled over and kissed her. Natalia glanced at the bedroom door, making sure it was still closed, before succumbing to Olivia's kisses. Olivia settled on top of her, the dildo slick and hard between them, pressing against her belly.

"Olivia," she said.

"Hm?"

"Just saying... that it's you." Natalia traced Olivia's ears and pulled her back into another kiss.

Olivia mumbled something against her lips. Natalia smiled.

"Okay," Olivia said, lifting into a crouch. She worked one hand between Natalia's thighs. "I don't think the lube is going to be an issue."

"All part of the adventure," Natalia said.

"Next time," Olivia said, dipping to kiss Natalia's chin, "We'll just make mimosas."

"In bed? Decadent."

"Expensive champagne... Oranges we squeeze ourselves..."

Natalia was barely listening to the words. Olivia's fingers were stroking her, dipping inside, slipping out again, separating her and finding her and Natalia wanted to thrust her hips and pull Olivia to her and let go. Touching Olivia was one thing, but being touched...

Olivia kissed the side of her face. "Stay with me, Natalia."

Natalia shook her head.

Olivia shifted. Her fingers left Natalia, and were replaced by something bigger. Something not Olivia.

"Wait," Natalia said. She squeezed Olivia's shoulders.

"Not ready?"

"This is-- " She didn't know what to say.

Olivia stayed suspended above her, with enough space between them for Natalia to breathe. She trailed her fingers down Olivia's sides, watching her shiver. She listened to her body. Which wanted. Which yearned more as each second passed.

"Yes, yes, I'm ready." Natalia said.

Olivia smiled and gracefully lowered herself, guiding the dildo into Natalia, who felt stretched, and tempted by the straps crossing Olivia's skin, between her thighs.

"Millions of women can't be wrong," Olivia said.

"Oh, I'm one to listen to popular opinion," Natalia said.

Olivia settled onto her, breast against breast, stomach against stomach. Natalia could touch anywhere she wanted. Reach and pull and push and kiss and hold. She linked her calf over Olivia's leg and let Olivia move exquisitely against her. Inside her. Olivia's hips were rolling and Olivia's breath was hot against her neck as Olivia panted, and it took Natalia a moment of settling in to connect the two. She had all of Olivia in her arms, all at once.

"You fit," Natalia said.

"We always have," Olivia said against her ear.

Then Olivia kissed her neck, and then her shoulder, and then under her chin. Her lips left burning trails as she lifted herself up to grind with more strength into Natalia. Her hand settled over Natalia's breast and Natalia arched up, meeting her thrusts, meeting her kisses.

"Can you come like this?" Olivia asked.

Natalia gasped and shook her head. "Don't think so. Don't stop."

"I can," Olivia said, in a hoarse, keening voice, as if Natalia might stop her.

Natalia ran her fingernails down Olivia's back, digging precisely into the spot that would make Olivia scream. Olivia did, and Natalia brought her head down, cupping the back of her neck in order to kiss Olivia's face, to suck on her earlobe, as Olivia's thrusts became deeper and more haphazard. Olivia shivered in her arms, as she had so often, just like this, and Natalia's hands roamed over Olivia's back as she tried to free Olivia's convulsions.

"Harder," she said.

Olivia's panting moans rose into shrieks. Her teeth found Natalia's shoulder, not quite biting, just holding on. The orgasm shuddered through her. She became breathless, still moving against Natalia.

Then moving away.

"Wait," Natalia said. She grabbed Olivia's hip.

Olivia's eyes were closed, but she smiled lazily and licked Natalia's neck.

Natalia pulled at Olivia's hips until they resumed their steady rolling motion, dictated by her hand. Olivia regained enough strength to lift up and kiss her, and then meet her eyes.

Natalia smiled. She took Olivia's hand and drew it to her clit.

"Ah, you think I'm coordinated," Olivia said. But she massaged as she spoke.

"I think you're amazing."

She didn't need much and nearly as soon as Olivia found a rhythm between her fingers and her thrusts, Natalia came. She quivered underneath Olivia, feeling like sandpaper and fire, and after the crest, urged Olivia off of her. She needed air. Olivia rolled to her side, but dragged her fingertips along Natalia's arm, to watch her shiver.

"Olivia," Natalia croaked.

"Hm?"

"Kiss me."

Olivia captured her mouth and there was only the hungry, deep kissing, and Natalia tugging Olivia's hair, and Olivia laughing and nipping at her lips, until Natalia felt like she was inside her own skin again. She breathed. Olivia sprawled next to her. She worried Natalia's ear with her fingertip.

"Oh no," Natalia said. "What are you thinking?"

"You have got to try this."

"I will."

"I mean, tonight."

Natalia shifted to look at her. "Tonight?"

Olivia nodded.

Natalia looked back at the ceiling. She could hear Olivia already fiddling with buckles. She asked, "Are you up for it?"

"Heck, yes."

"All right."

"Don't sound so enthused."

"I'm thinking. I think. You... do."

Olivia chuckled, and shifted around. Natalia heard the sounds of peeling latex and then finally had to look as Olivia settled the leather straps at her thighs. Olivia rolled down a new condom.

"Now you're just showing off."

Olivia met her eyes and grinned.

Natalia reached out her hands. "Help me up."

Olivia pulled her into a sitting position. The thing sat at her crotch. Inert. Natalia pushed it. It sprang back up.

"Do you know what--" Olivia started.

Natalia lifted a hand to cut her off. She turned and pushed Olivia back on the bed. Olivia bent her knees and opened her legs and looked so utterly welcoming that Natalia froze in place.

Olivia waited.

Natalia shook herself and knelt over Olivia with her hands at Olivia's sides. "I just stick it in, right?"

"That's the idea."

Natalia shifted and reached for the lube. "Trust me, this really helps."

Olivia raised her eyebrows.

Natalia flashed back to the feeling of the dildo inside her, slick and frictionless, responding only to Olivia's hips. She bit her lip and smeared lube on two fingers, and pressed them to Olivia.

Olivia shivered. "Not warming."

"No." Natalia pushed her fingers into Olivia.

"Not complaining," Olivia said.

"Just commenting?"

"You know, feedback."

"I think I have all the feedback I need," Natalia said.

She slid her fingers out and over Olivia's clit and back in again. She could do this all night, tease Olivia and watch her and count the number of times she could deny Olivia orgasm before Olivia finally begged, before the pleasure turned to painful need. But she had a new tool in her arsenal to try.

"Hey, you," she said.

Olivia's eyes met hers.

"Help," Natalia said.

Olivia reached between them and guided the dildo into position. Natalia's hand covered hers.

"Like that," Olivia said.

Natalia's thoughts went to how many times Olivia had been taken by men. Men she knew, men she found attractive, and could picture being more than jelly rubber. She watched Olivia's eyes flutter closed as she penetrated her, moving slowly. Testing. She wasn't where she fit. But with Olivia's breasts rising and falling with breaths in front of her, and the thickening sensation of the dildo pressing back against her as she pushed, she began to get ideas.

Olivia said, "It feels so different. I don't know how to describe it. It's like nothing I've felt before. It's like--"

Her eyes opened and she would begin to babble if Natalia didn't stop her, seizing her lips in a kiss, pressing down. Olivia grabbed her hips.

"No," Natalia said.

She pulled back from the kiss and took Olivia's wrists, holding them over her head. She surged forward with the effort. Olivia sighed. Her ambivalent, uncertain noise, as Natalia began to move within her. Natalia tried different angles, different pressure. She tried to ignore what sent shudders of pleasure through her and concentrate on the ones that made Olivia react. She had never seen Olivia so flushed from precisely this angle, from precisely this act. The very redness of her skin made Natalia's heart pound. Made her want more. She leaned over Olivia, huffing against her lips until Olivia met her eyes.

"Do whatever you want," Olivia said.

Natalia shook her head. It would take her a long time to come a second time, with this steady, slow grinding, with Olivia on fire beneath her. She let go of Olivia's hands. Olivia grabbed her shoulders.

"You, on top," Natalia said.

Olivia rolled them over and then sat up, straddling Natalia's thighs. She lifted herself up and sank down again. Her actions were measured, but she groped for Natalia's hands, and clenched them hard when she caught them. Now Natalia could watch, could let the agony build within her as Olivia moved.

"This is good," Olivia said. "This is strange."

Natalia untangled one hand and thumbed Olivia's nipple, just as Olivia was rising up.

"Natalia," Olivia said. Her name was a prayer. "Natalia."

Natalia squeezed. Olivia let go of her other hand to brace herself on the bed. Her hips were all that moved.

"Natalia," Olivia said. "I know you're enjoying this."

"Mm."

"Just lying there."

Natalia stretched languidly, lifting herself to Olivia.

"But if you would just... Natalia, please."

"What are you asking?"

"Natalia. I can't do this without you," Olivia said.

Natalia touched her, fingers stroking firmly where they had teased before. Olivia cried out, and then cried, sinking onto Natalia and staying.

"Natalia."

Natalia kept stroking, rubbing, pressing, but when Olivia's breath caught, when she no longer called Natalia's name, Natalia lifted her hips, driving into Olivia. Then she knew her power, because Olivia's resulting shudder was an earthquake, rocking them. Natalia thrust again, receiving Olivia's hoarse groan, and her fingers tightening on Natalia's shoulders, and her pleas. Natalia stilled. Olivia shoved one time against her fingers, and then stilled with her.

"Natalia."

Then there was a sloppy kiss on Natalia's cheek, and wet tears dripping on her forehead. Olivia's nose was as damp as a puppy's as she nuzzled Natalia's jaw.

"Olivia. Hey."

"Do you want me to get off?"

"Not yet."

"Good." Olivia snuggled into her, all limbs.

Natalia let herself breathe, and contemplate, until Olivia reached for her hand and kissed her fingers. She was thinking of changing the sheets, of a shower, of a long, restful night without having to worry about her daughter in the next room. But Olivia--Olivia was thinking something else.

"Oh, no," Natalia said.

Olivia crouched. "No one has ever accused me of being a selfish lover."

"No one's accusing you now."

"Shush." Olivia lifted herself, and winced, and slid down Natalia's body.

"You want this," Natalia said.

"I'm a curious person."

"Very."

"I seize the moment. This is a good opportunity. And I always like tasting myself on you, anyway, and--" Her rambling stopped when her mouth moved over the dildo. She started sliding up and down the sides, measuring it. Natalia had to watch, because she couldn't turn away, and because if she didn't, she would miss out on most of the sensation. Prickling, tickling heat started inside her as Olivia's tongue traced, as Olivia lowered her head. She was playful, almost cute, curling her lips back but sinking her teeth in, experimenting.

And then her fist closed and pressed and she knew Natalia's body so well and Natalia moaned. The sound encouraged Olivia to move in determined circles, to suck with hollowed cheeks and straining lips so that the visual and the auditory and the tactile merged. Natalia grabbed Olivia's hair and lifted herself into Olivia's mouth. Her release came as a trembling rumble, a wave rushing onto shore and easing back, leaving her sighing. Tingling.

"Olivia," she said. She closed her eyes, letting the tremors ease. Letting Olivia cradle her.

Olivia kissed her hip, and then unbuckled the strap-on and went into the bathroom. The shower went on. Natalia stretched, feeling naked and sore. She should get up. She should see what time it was. She should--

"Join me," Olivia said.

She should definitely do that.