Devil Ride 48/57
Title: Devil Ride
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact. It contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you.
I've decided not to worry too much about pre-Otalia plotline discrepancy as this is an AU after all.
A/N: Thanks for the love, peeps, and sorry this update took a while. New job, RL, you know the gist.
48
Olivia left Natalia in the suite with a slumbering Emma while she stormed her hotel, looking for answers. To have their sanctuary infiltrated like that wasn't just unacceptable; it was appalling and she felt violated, not unlike the time when she thought her room was broken into by Phillip. Just the thought of Mallet's presence in her abode made her feel physically ill.
When she found out what happened, she would make sure that someone paid for this. She didn't know how Mallet had managed to get to the rooms without a keycard. She supposed he could have followed a guest up; every room at the Beacon was occupied. Had he checked into the Beacon under an alias? She would have to brief her staff and let them know to call security the moment they laid eyes on Mallet. She didn't care that he was a cop; she owned this hotel and she reserved the right to refuse anyone she damned well pleased entry. She could kick herself for not having done that already, for being complacent that he could not touch them in their suite at the Beacon.
Olivia called the staff on duty into her office one by one to ask if they knew anything about the box, and had Greg pull up and go through the CCTV recording for the level her suite was on. In the end, a lanky fellow by the name of Russell said that he had received the box from a well-dressed gentleman.
"He had Ms. Rivera's first and last name, Ms. Spencer," Russell said, looking a little nervous but defensive. "It's always been the hotel practice to make sure the guests get messages or gifts delivered to them even if the sender doesn't know the room number the guest is in. I'd planned to send it to the Concierge for it to be collected if neither of you were in the room. I didn't give the bellboy access to your room, Ms. Spencer, and I didn't disclose Ms. Rivera's room number to the gentleman even though he requested for it." Russell cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I also got him to open the box to verify that the gift was indeed what he said it was before I proceeded with his request."
Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose. She couldn't fault his actions. "Which bellboy?" she asked at last.
"Samuels, Ms. Spencer. Jon Samuels," Russell said, sounding a little relieved that the heat was off his back.
Olivia picked up her phone and requested for the bellboy to be located and sent up to her office before dismissing Russell.
While Olivia waited for the bellboy Samuels to come to her, her gaze fell on her laptop and a sudden thought came to her, causing her stomach to lurch nastily. Pushing her chair back hastily, Olivia stood up. She was sure that she had locked her office door behind her earlier, but she didn't recall unlocking it when she came back in. In fact, she couldn't have unlocked it because the key to her office was lying in the pocket of her blazer, which was draped across the back of a chair in her suite.
Not finding anything out of place in her office, Olivia hurried over to her laptop and booted it up. For the life of her, she couldn't remember if she had logged off from it before ushering Gus out of her office.
A knock sounded on her door, interrupting what she was doing. Olivia blew out a frustrated breath, raked a hand through her hair, and was reminded once again that she looked less than professional in a hastily pulled on T-shirt and a pair of old jeans. It couldn't be helped, however; having to deal with this was the last thing she wanted, and she fervently wished that she was back in the suite with Natalia.
"Come in," she called out, schooling her face into a smooth mask when a stout older man entered her office. "Samuels?"
The man nodded. "Yes, Ms. Spencer."
"Do you recognise this box?" she asked, showing him the slim black box that held Mallet's gift.
Samuels looked at the box and nodded again. "Yes Ma'am, I do. One of the guys from Reception told me to bring it up to your room." He met Olivia's stare and swallowed before averting his eyes and continued hurriedly. "He told me to see if either you or Ms. Rivera was in. I was supposed to bring it back to him if neither of you were in, Ma'am."
"Well, we certainly didn't receive this from you," Olivia said, trying to keep the annoyance from her voice. "How did you get into my suite?"
Samuels's eyes widened. "No Ma'am, I didn't. No, a young lady opened the door to your suite. I believe she's Miss Spencer's babysitter?" Olivia rubbed her face with the palms of her hands and blew out a frustrated breath. "I'm sorry, Ms. Spencer. Did I do something wrong?" the poor man asked, wiping at his forehead.
Olivia fumed, but not at her employee. "No Samuels. You didn't. Thank you, you can go now."
Jane had been in such a hurry earlier that she must have forgotten to tell her about receiving the box--not that Olivia could have done anything about it then. Jane was a good enough babysitter but she didn't appear to be too bright at times. Olivia would have to emphasise to Jane the importance of not letting Mallet, as well as Phillip, anywhere near Emma.
At that, Olivia snorted despite herself. Trust Natalia and her to both have psychotic exes stalking them. Come to think of it, it was because she had thought she was stalked by Phillip that her path had crossed Natalia's. Then Alan Spaulding had unknowingly brought Natalia back into her life after she had left Chicago. And now Mallet was a big part of the reason why their relationship had evolved so quickly. She wondered if all three men would find it as amusing and entertaining as she did if she sat them down one day to thank them for bringing Natalia and her together.
Sweeping her nonsensical musings aside, Olivia returned her attention to the matter on hand. It was a relief to find out that Mallet hadn't been in the suite or had gone anywhere near it. She walked over to her laptop, entered her password, and waited for the screen to load.
A sickening feeling enveloped Olivia when she realised that she couldn't find the document Gus had given her anywhere. She pulled the laptop closer and ran a search for it. Gus and she had deleted Gus's copy of the document after they had transferred the information to her laptop, so Gus would have to hack into the system again for the information if she had lost it. Something told her that he wouldn't be partial to that idea.
Just what the hell was going on? Who was doing this? Were they only going against Mallet or was there a greater evil at play here?
"Goddamn sonofabitch!" Olivia swore loudly. It wasn't fair going up against a ghost, like Natalia had said so long ago in their hotel room in Chicago. It made her want to tear her hair out, throw something, scream. After she called Greg to pull up the CCTV recording for the corridor outside her office as well and told him the timeframe that she wanted him to focus on for both recordings, she slammed the phone down hard and growled loudly. Then she threw a pen across her desk, watched it skid, noted that it was a pathetic attempt at relieving the frustration in her, and slumped back down in her chair.
After the space of a few heartbeats, Olivia took a deep breath and straightened herself in her chair before picking up the phone to dial the extension number to her suite. The least she could do to was to let Natalia know that she and Emma were safe there, that Mallet hadn't broken into the room after all. She would have to deal with this other problem herself.
*
Olivia found Natalia waiting up for her on the couch when she returned to the suite. She walked over to where Natalia was and squatted down on the floor next to her. "Hey." She leaned into the hand that cupped her cheek, then turned her head to place a kiss in its palm. "Emma didn't stir?" she asked quietly.
Natalia shook her head, then dropped her hand. "I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.
Olivia frowned. "Why are you apologising? Didn't I tell you that what he does is not your fault?"
"I know, but..." Natalia worried her lower lip.
"Then why are you apologising?" Olivia asked in a gentler tone, trying to temper her frustration. She was frustrated at the situation, at the nameless entities they were fighting against, at Mallet, but not Natalia--never Natalia.
Natalia finally raised her eyes to meet Olivia's. "Because I brought all this upon you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but Natalia forged on. "Mallet is after me. I know you said he didn't break in here but he could have. He might still. He can harm you, and Emma, and anyone else around me... and I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Natalia said in a half sob. A lone tear trekked down her cheek.
"Baby..." Olivia lifted herself from her squatting position in response to her protesting muscles. She squeezed onto the couch next between Natalia and the couch arm. "Baby," she said again, using two fingers to tilt Natalia's face up.
The pained expression on Natalia's face made her heart clench. Words abandoned Olivia, so she leaned in to catch the tear with her lips, tasting its saltiness, attempting to soak up the guilt that had caused it. Her lips lingered on Natalia's cheek, planting kiss after kiss until Natalia finally responded by turning her face slightly for their lips to touch.
The feeling of frustration faded into the background for Olivia at the feel of Natalia's lips moving against her own. She held herself back, wanting to enjoy the softness that was Natalia, wanting to prolong the sweetness of the contact before it morphed into a whirlwind of passion, as was frequently the case with them.
Olivia hummed in her throat when Natalia stroked her cheek with the back of her fingers. She cracked her eyes open and started when she saw Natalia staring back at her. Her heart skipped a beat at the look of surrender in dark eyes before they fluttered shut. Olivia closed her eyes in response and parted her lips, moaning softly. She felt Natalia's questing tongue touch her lips timidly and met it with halfway with her own, breathlessly seeking a more intimate contact.
The familiar haze of lust and attraction settled upon Olivia and she shifted herself on the couch, pressing herself down on Natalia, sighing when Natalia's legs parted to accommodate her body. She trailed her hand up Natalia's bare leg, registering its smoothness, acknowledging the tingling in her fingertips, and excited by what she knew she would find at the end of its journey. She slipped her hand under Natalia's shorts and cupped Natalia's ass in a familiar fashion, groaning in appreciation when she felt Natalia move her hips in a circular motion against her.
It never ceased to amaze her just how quickly Natalia could ignite her passion and rekindle her desire. She was already damp with want and they had done nothing but kiss.
"Inside... now, Olivia," Natalia whispered hoarsely, urgently. Olivia gave up trying to take things slow. She ached to be inside Natalia, to feel her silky heat, to hear her cry out her name. She slipped past Natalia's folds easily, moaning at the feel of Natalia wrapping around her fingers. Her name falling from Natalia's lips made her tremble slightly.
Olivia hummed as she slid more of herself into Natalia each time she re-entered her. Her own centre was throbbing with insane need but she pressed on steadily, not wanting the act of giving to end quite so soon. She watched in rapture at Natalia pulling her own shirt off, and immediately dipped her head to take a breast into her mouth, sucking on it softly, then more forcefully. The tough denim fabric digging into her centre made her rock her hips in her own search of pleasure. Olivia's breath caught when Natalia cupped her with her hand and began massaging her boldly. She released Natalia's breast and growled.
"More, Olivia..." Natalia grated out forcefully. Her words drove Olivia over the edge, causing her to slide into Natalia with renewed fervour. "I love how you fuck me. How you make me want you so much. Take me. Make me yours. I'm yours."
Natalia's soft but heated words spurred Olivia to the point of distraction. She clawed at Natalia's body with her free hand, nuzzled Natalia's breasts with her nose, cheek and lips, caught Natalia's nipples one after the other between her teeth and bit down on them, thrilling at the sounds that she tore from Natalia. Then she curled her fingers and entered Natalia again, sucking in a breath at the sight of Natalia's eyes rolling into the back of her head, of the beads of sweat trickling down the valley between Natalia's breasts, of the beautiful, lithe body arched off of the couch.
Olivia rotated her wrist and prayed that Emma wouldn't hear them. Then she felt Natalia's walls tightening around her fist and all thoughts of caution flew out of the window. The feeling humbled her, excited her, fascinated her, amazed her. She pulled out slowly before pushing herself all the way in again, relishing in the sight of Natalia's parted lips and muted cry.
This was fast becoming her favourite way of taking Natalia; the connection that they shared in this act felt so sacred, so complete. Olivia heard Natalia tell her that she was coming and her world spun out of control. Leaning over Natalia, she rotated her wrist again as she breathed hotly against Natalia's neck. She stuck her tongue out to lick Natalia's sweat coated skin before sucking on Natalia's pulse point. Then she groaned when she felt Natalia spasming around her fist and heard her distorted name fall from Natalia's lips.
Slumped over Natalia, Olivia panted heavily. Her hand ached in its tight confines but she didn't dare move it. Then Natalia came to and smiled breathlessly at her, and Olivia decided that the discomfort wasn't too much to bear as she grinned back.
"I need you to come out now, baby," Natalia murmured, wincing a little when she shifted.
Olivia nodded and retracted her hand gently, careful not to hurt Natalia. When she was finally free, she allowed Natalia's arms to pull her into a tight embrace. Natalia's skin was slick with sweat and felt uncomfortably warm against her cheek, but Olivia didn't care. She listened to Natalia's irregular heartbeat as her eyes fell shut. She needed to catch her breath.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that so well?" Olivia heard Natalia say in wonder. She smirked but didn't reply, feeling inordinately pleased with herself. "Let's go to bed, Olivia," Natalia murmured after their breathing evened out. "I want to make you come and I don't want to have to worry about waking Emma up."
Olivia lifted her face up at that and smirked at Natalia. "Thank God she takes after me in that aspect," she said huskily. Her body was throbbing uncomfortably--even more so at Natalia's blatant declaration of her intentions.
"You might have to carry me in, Olivia. I don't think I can walk," Natalia said in a small voice as she buried her blushing face in the crook of Olivia's neck.
Olivia chuckled and nuzzled the side of Natalia's face.
In the back of her mind, Olivia knew that they had things to talk about but she didn't want to disrupt the fragile calm that their recent intimacy had wrought. Tomorrow; she'd make sure that they talked tomorrow. She just wanted them to spend tonight loving each other.
TBC
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact. It contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you.
I've decided not to worry too much about pre-Otalia plotline discrepancy as this is an AU after all.
A/N: Thanks for the love, peeps, and sorry this update took a while. New job, RL, you know the gist.
48
Olivia left Natalia in the suite with a slumbering Emma while she stormed her hotel, looking for answers. To have their sanctuary infiltrated like that wasn't just unacceptable; it was appalling and she felt violated, not unlike the time when she thought her room was broken into by Phillip. Just the thought of Mallet's presence in her abode made her feel physically ill.
When she found out what happened, she would make sure that someone paid for this. She didn't know how Mallet had managed to get to the rooms without a keycard. She supposed he could have followed a guest up; every room at the Beacon was occupied. Had he checked into the Beacon under an alias? She would have to brief her staff and let them know to call security the moment they laid eyes on Mallet. She didn't care that he was a cop; she owned this hotel and she reserved the right to refuse anyone she damned well pleased entry. She could kick herself for not having done that already, for being complacent that he could not touch them in their suite at the Beacon.
Olivia called the staff on duty into her office one by one to ask if they knew anything about the box, and had Greg pull up and go through the CCTV recording for the level her suite was on. In the end, a lanky fellow by the name of Russell said that he had received the box from a well-dressed gentleman.
"He had Ms. Rivera's first and last name, Ms. Spencer," Russell said, looking a little nervous but defensive. "It's always been the hotel practice to make sure the guests get messages or gifts delivered to them even if the sender doesn't know the room number the guest is in. I'd planned to send it to the Concierge for it to be collected if neither of you were in the room. I didn't give the bellboy access to your room, Ms. Spencer, and I didn't disclose Ms. Rivera's room number to the gentleman even though he requested for it." Russell cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I also got him to open the box to verify that the gift was indeed what he said it was before I proceeded with his request."
Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose. She couldn't fault his actions. "Which bellboy?" she asked at last.
"Samuels, Ms. Spencer. Jon Samuels," Russell said, sounding a little relieved that the heat was off his back.
Olivia picked up her phone and requested for the bellboy to be located and sent up to her office before dismissing Russell.
While Olivia waited for the bellboy Samuels to come to her, her gaze fell on her laptop and a sudden thought came to her, causing her stomach to lurch nastily. Pushing her chair back hastily, Olivia stood up. She was sure that she had locked her office door behind her earlier, but she didn't recall unlocking it when she came back in. In fact, she couldn't have unlocked it because the key to her office was lying in the pocket of her blazer, which was draped across the back of a chair in her suite.
Not finding anything out of place in her office, Olivia hurried over to her laptop and booted it up. For the life of her, she couldn't remember if she had logged off from it before ushering Gus out of her office.
A knock sounded on her door, interrupting what she was doing. Olivia blew out a frustrated breath, raked a hand through her hair, and was reminded once again that she looked less than professional in a hastily pulled on T-shirt and a pair of old jeans. It couldn't be helped, however; having to deal with this was the last thing she wanted, and she fervently wished that she was back in the suite with Natalia.
"Come in," she called out, schooling her face into a smooth mask when a stout older man entered her office. "Samuels?"
The man nodded. "Yes, Ms. Spencer."
"Do you recognise this box?" she asked, showing him the slim black box that held Mallet's gift.
Samuels looked at the box and nodded again. "Yes Ma'am, I do. One of the guys from Reception told me to bring it up to your room." He met Olivia's stare and swallowed before averting his eyes and continued hurriedly. "He told me to see if either you or Ms. Rivera was in. I was supposed to bring it back to him if neither of you were in, Ma'am."
"Well, we certainly didn't receive this from you," Olivia said, trying to keep the annoyance from her voice. "How did you get into my suite?"
Samuels's eyes widened. "No Ma'am, I didn't. No, a young lady opened the door to your suite. I believe she's Miss Spencer's babysitter?" Olivia rubbed her face with the palms of her hands and blew out a frustrated breath. "I'm sorry, Ms. Spencer. Did I do something wrong?" the poor man asked, wiping at his forehead.
Olivia fumed, but not at her employee. "No Samuels. You didn't. Thank you, you can go now."
Jane had been in such a hurry earlier that she must have forgotten to tell her about receiving the box--not that Olivia could have done anything about it then. Jane was a good enough babysitter but she didn't appear to be too bright at times. Olivia would have to emphasise to Jane the importance of not letting Mallet, as well as Phillip, anywhere near Emma.
At that, Olivia snorted despite herself. Trust Natalia and her to both have psychotic exes stalking them. Come to think of it, it was because she had thought she was stalked by Phillip that her path had crossed Natalia's. Then Alan Spaulding had unknowingly brought Natalia back into her life after she had left Chicago. And now Mallet was a big part of the reason why their relationship had evolved so quickly. She wondered if all three men would find it as amusing and entertaining as she did if she sat them down one day to thank them for bringing Natalia and her together.
Sweeping her nonsensical musings aside, Olivia returned her attention to the matter on hand. It was a relief to find out that Mallet hadn't been in the suite or had gone anywhere near it. She walked over to her laptop, entered her password, and waited for the screen to load.
A sickening feeling enveloped Olivia when she realised that she couldn't find the document Gus had given her anywhere. She pulled the laptop closer and ran a search for it. Gus and she had deleted Gus's copy of the document after they had transferred the information to her laptop, so Gus would have to hack into the system again for the information if she had lost it. Something told her that he wouldn't be partial to that idea.
Just what the hell was going on? Who was doing this? Were they only going against Mallet or was there a greater evil at play here?
"Goddamn sonofabitch!" Olivia swore loudly. It wasn't fair going up against a ghost, like Natalia had said so long ago in their hotel room in Chicago. It made her want to tear her hair out, throw something, scream. After she called Greg to pull up the CCTV recording for the corridor outside her office as well and told him the timeframe that she wanted him to focus on for both recordings, she slammed the phone down hard and growled loudly. Then she threw a pen across her desk, watched it skid, noted that it was a pathetic attempt at relieving the frustration in her, and slumped back down in her chair.
After the space of a few heartbeats, Olivia took a deep breath and straightened herself in her chair before picking up the phone to dial the extension number to her suite. The least she could do to was to let Natalia know that she and Emma were safe there, that Mallet hadn't broken into the room after all. She would have to deal with this other problem herself.
*
Olivia found Natalia waiting up for her on the couch when she returned to the suite. She walked over to where Natalia was and squatted down on the floor next to her. "Hey." She leaned into the hand that cupped her cheek, then turned her head to place a kiss in its palm. "Emma didn't stir?" she asked quietly.
Natalia shook her head, then dropped her hand. "I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.
Olivia frowned. "Why are you apologising? Didn't I tell you that what he does is not your fault?"
"I know, but..." Natalia worried her lower lip.
"Then why are you apologising?" Olivia asked in a gentler tone, trying to temper her frustration. She was frustrated at the situation, at the nameless entities they were fighting against, at Mallet, but not Natalia--never Natalia.
Natalia finally raised her eyes to meet Olivia's. "Because I brought all this upon you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but Natalia forged on. "Mallet is after me. I know you said he didn't break in here but he could have. He might still. He can harm you, and Emma, and anyone else around me... and I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Natalia said in a half sob. A lone tear trekked down her cheek.
"Baby..." Olivia lifted herself from her squatting position in response to her protesting muscles. She squeezed onto the couch next between Natalia and the couch arm. "Baby," she said again, using two fingers to tilt Natalia's face up.
The pained expression on Natalia's face made her heart clench. Words abandoned Olivia, so she leaned in to catch the tear with her lips, tasting its saltiness, attempting to soak up the guilt that had caused it. Her lips lingered on Natalia's cheek, planting kiss after kiss until Natalia finally responded by turning her face slightly for their lips to touch.
The feeling of frustration faded into the background for Olivia at the feel of Natalia's lips moving against her own. She held herself back, wanting to enjoy the softness that was Natalia, wanting to prolong the sweetness of the contact before it morphed into a whirlwind of passion, as was frequently the case with them.
Olivia hummed in her throat when Natalia stroked her cheek with the back of her fingers. She cracked her eyes open and started when she saw Natalia staring back at her. Her heart skipped a beat at the look of surrender in dark eyes before they fluttered shut. Olivia closed her eyes in response and parted her lips, moaning softly. She felt Natalia's questing tongue touch her lips timidly and met it with halfway with her own, breathlessly seeking a more intimate contact.
The familiar haze of lust and attraction settled upon Olivia and she shifted herself on the couch, pressing herself down on Natalia, sighing when Natalia's legs parted to accommodate her body. She trailed her hand up Natalia's bare leg, registering its smoothness, acknowledging the tingling in her fingertips, and excited by what she knew she would find at the end of its journey. She slipped her hand under Natalia's shorts and cupped Natalia's ass in a familiar fashion, groaning in appreciation when she felt Natalia move her hips in a circular motion against her.
It never ceased to amaze her just how quickly Natalia could ignite her passion and rekindle her desire. She was already damp with want and they had done nothing but kiss.
"Inside... now, Olivia," Natalia whispered hoarsely, urgently. Olivia gave up trying to take things slow. She ached to be inside Natalia, to feel her silky heat, to hear her cry out her name. She slipped past Natalia's folds easily, moaning at the feel of Natalia wrapping around her fingers. Her name falling from Natalia's lips made her tremble slightly.
Olivia hummed as she slid more of herself into Natalia each time she re-entered her. Her own centre was throbbing with insane need but she pressed on steadily, not wanting the act of giving to end quite so soon. She watched in rapture at Natalia pulling her own shirt off, and immediately dipped her head to take a breast into her mouth, sucking on it softly, then more forcefully. The tough denim fabric digging into her centre made her rock her hips in her own search of pleasure. Olivia's breath caught when Natalia cupped her with her hand and began massaging her boldly. She released Natalia's breast and growled.
"More, Olivia..." Natalia grated out forcefully. Her words drove Olivia over the edge, causing her to slide into Natalia with renewed fervour. "I love how you fuck me. How you make me want you so much. Take me. Make me yours. I'm yours."
Natalia's soft but heated words spurred Olivia to the point of distraction. She clawed at Natalia's body with her free hand, nuzzled Natalia's breasts with her nose, cheek and lips, caught Natalia's nipples one after the other between her teeth and bit down on them, thrilling at the sounds that she tore from Natalia. Then she curled her fingers and entered Natalia again, sucking in a breath at the sight of Natalia's eyes rolling into the back of her head, of the beads of sweat trickling down the valley between Natalia's breasts, of the beautiful, lithe body arched off of the couch.
Olivia rotated her wrist and prayed that Emma wouldn't hear them. Then she felt Natalia's walls tightening around her fist and all thoughts of caution flew out of the window. The feeling humbled her, excited her, fascinated her, amazed her. She pulled out slowly before pushing herself all the way in again, relishing in the sight of Natalia's parted lips and muted cry.
This was fast becoming her favourite way of taking Natalia; the connection that they shared in this act felt so sacred, so complete. Olivia heard Natalia tell her that she was coming and her world spun out of control. Leaning over Natalia, she rotated her wrist again as she breathed hotly against Natalia's neck. She stuck her tongue out to lick Natalia's sweat coated skin before sucking on Natalia's pulse point. Then she groaned when she felt Natalia spasming around her fist and heard her distorted name fall from Natalia's lips.
Slumped over Natalia, Olivia panted heavily. Her hand ached in its tight confines but she didn't dare move it. Then Natalia came to and smiled breathlessly at her, and Olivia decided that the discomfort wasn't too much to bear as she grinned back.
"I need you to come out now, baby," Natalia murmured, wincing a little when she shifted.
Olivia nodded and retracted her hand gently, careful not to hurt Natalia. When she was finally free, she allowed Natalia's arms to pull her into a tight embrace. Natalia's skin was slick with sweat and felt uncomfortably warm against her cheek, but Olivia didn't care. She listened to Natalia's irregular heartbeat as her eyes fell shut. She needed to catch her breath.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that so well?" Olivia heard Natalia say in wonder. She smirked but didn't reply, feeling inordinately pleased with herself. "Let's go to bed, Olivia," Natalia murmured after their breathing evened out. "I want to make you come and I don't want to have to worry about waking Emma up."
Olivia lifted her face up at that and smirked at Natalia. "Thank God she takes after me in that aspect," she said huskily. Her body was throbbing uncomfortably--even more so at Natalia's blatant declaration of her intentions.
"You might have to carry me in, Olivia. I don't think I can walk," Natalia said in a small voice as she buried her blushing face in the crook of Olivia's neck.
Olivia chuckled and nuzzled the side of Natalia's face.
In the back of her mind, Olivia knew that they had things to talk about but she didn't want to disrupt the fragile calm that their recent intimacy had wrought. Tomorrow; she'd make sure that they talked tomorrow. She just wanted them to spend tonight loving each other.
TBC