Fic: Soon is Now, Olivia/Natalia, GL
Title: Soon is Now
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: 18/M
Disclaimer: I don’t own Guiding Light or any of the characters therein. Which is a shame, really.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to my slammin’ beta, Xander, who suffered through this one without complaint. :D Also, kudos to the authors taking on this pairing. It’s because of your work that I discovered this awesome storyline!
This story takes place in a few months’ time; assume Frank has been shoved aside (kindly, of course) and the ladies have declared their feelings. Basically, I’m skipping the angst and getting to the fun sexy time. If you like that sort of thing, please read on.
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Soon is Now
It’s hot in the farmhouse; maybe the heat is on too high because it’s cold out. Natalia can fool herself only for a moment that this is true. She is really burning up from the inside, which anyone would know if they could see her. Fortunately, no one can, because Olivia is pulling her shirt out of her jeans, sliding her cold hands onto hot skin. Natalia gasps at the contrast, and Olivia lurches forward, sucking at her neck, and Natalia’s knees actually give way. But Olivia catches her, pushing her against the wall of their house. A thigh nudges between her legs, and someone moans, and Natalia’s head lolls back as her mouth drops open. She realizes the moans are coming from her own throat, and can barely process what’s happening to her body.
Sex has always been nice for her, if somewhat awkward and unsettling in its intimacy. She has had exactly two lovers: Gus and Frank.
With Gus, it was sweet, and loving, and passionate. There was a true connection between them that evolved out of shared history, a lifetime of affection. A child bonded them forever, and even now the link remains.
With Frank, it was difficult, because he tried so hard and got nowhere. Even the thought of it makes Natalia ashamed. He was accommodating to a fault, and ultimately Natalia faked an orgasm to finally put an end to it.
This thing with Olivia is nothing, nothing, nothing at all like it was with them. It doesn’t damage her memories though, particularly of Gus in her bed. It’s not his fault that Olivia exudes so much sex appeal that she’s eclipsed him as a lover before they’ve even done the deed. She can’t imagine anyone could compete, not after realizing that Olivia is a volcano, one ready to explode with enough power to take Natalia right along with her.
The fervor she feels with Olivia is fresh. Weeks of slowly paced make-out sessions on the couch that have led up to this unbelievable heat; this inferno that’s sprung up between them. In jest, Olivia calls it canoodling. Perhaps she keeps things light because she is convinced that one false move will send Natalia back into Frank’s arms. Or any man’s arms.
But after that first moment their lips touched in a real kiss, Natalia wanted no one else. Just as she’d always envisioned her life with one man, now she wants only one woman. Forever. Olivia has filled that empty place in her heart with light and love and beauty, and she never, ever wants to let go. She worries sometimes that Olivia is fickle, but then green eyes open and focus on her, and her fear disappears.
And those eyes are focused on Natalia now, like she wants to devour her whole. Natalia would go willingly, crawling inside Olivia and staying there permanently. A thousand things about her make Natalia crazy in the best possible way. How on earth had she ever considered a life with Frank?
Olivia’s teeth graze Natalia’s collarbone, drawing out another groan. “Please,” Natalia says, startled at the depth of need in her own voice.
Instantly Olivia draws back. Her damp mouth is kiss-swollen, the sight of which always makes Natalia lose her breath. She discovered the trait the second time they kissed, and now she can’t get enough. “Sorry,” Olivia says, but Natalia’s brain doesn’t recognize the word for what it means for a few seconds.
“Sorry for what?” Natalia asks, moving forward.
“Sorry,” Olivia repeats, this time stumbling away, tripping over the purses still on the floor where they dropped them in their haste to get inside, get into each other’s arms. “I’m slowing down,” Olivia says. “Slow and steady. That’s what we always say, right?”
But Natalia is over slow. Why should she wait? They aren’t married, and they can’t get married, and God is either perfectly okay with the whole lesbian thing or He isn’t. She won’t ever truly know, at least until she passes into the next life. After much soul searching, Natalia has decided to accept that. She has to. She’s talked extensively with Father Ray about her feelings. Despite Rome’s disapproval, Father Ray has carefully talked around the church’s message of intolerance. He’s a forward-thinking man. He’s given his blessing as best he can, and Natalia is grateful. She loves Olivia, body and soul, and she wants to show it. “I don’t want slow anymore,” she breathes, watching the rise and fall of Olivia’s breasts.
“Ha,” Olivia chuckles, “Ha, you say that now, but you’ll regret it.” She wags her finger at Natalia, walking backwards toward the stairs. “No way. I’m not ruining this. I just, uh, need a minute. I’ll be back in a few.” She swallows thickly. “Why don’t you make us some tea?” She skitters up the narrow staircase in a hurry.
Natalia is unhappy about this turn of events. She pouts for exactly twenty seconds, staring at the empty spot that Olivia vacated at the base of the stairway. “You’re not getting away from me that easy,” Natalia mutters, taking the stairs two at a time. She is quiet; she believes that she might scare Olivia away if she makes her move too obvious. The door to the tiny bedroom is closed. She hesitates briefly, almost knocking, but she doesn’t want to knock. She wants to be daring. She needs the element of surprise to get her way.
Eyes closed, she turns the doorknob and opens it a few inches. The image that greets her eyes flares up the inferno again, times a hundred. Olivia is lying on her bed, legs open, hand jammed down her jeans and moving in a fast, familiar rhythm. “Natalia,” she pants under her breath. “Natalia.”
“No fair!” Natalia cries, entering the room fully and slamming the door behind her. “You cheater!”
“What?” Olivia yelps, pulling her hand out of her pants and actually falling off the far side of the bed with a thud. “What are you doing here?” she demands. She doesn’t show her face to Natalia. “Get out! I said I just needed a minute!”
“I haven’t done that, you don’t get to either,” Natalia crows. “That’s mine, what you’re doing, and I want to do it myself. You’re cheating. Now get up here and let me try it.”
There’s a moment of quiet. “No. Go away.”
“Not a chance,” Natalia says. She crosses to where Olivia sits on the floor in a ball, hiding her face for the first time in all the months they’ve known one another. Natalia has no patience for that. “You didn’t lock the door. You knew this could happen.”
“The lock’s broken. Remember when Emma got stuck in here and I had to jimmy the door open?” she replies, her voice muffled. “My own fault.”
“Stop hiding,” Natalia says, kneeling down and nudging close. She actually grabs Olivia’s hair and pulls it up, angling in for a kiss as soon as her lips are visible. She doesn’t know where this courage is coming from; maybe it’s from desire that won’t stay quiet any longer. She wants this so badly. Listening to Olivia whisper her name in the throes of passion sealed the deal. This is happening if it kills the both of them.
Olivia pulls away. “You weren’t supposed to know. It was just to take the edge off-“
“I don’t want you to take the edge off,” Natalia says, holding Olivia’s face in her hands. “I want to make love to you.”
“No.” Olivia shakes her head. “You’re not ready.”
“I am.”
“You’re not.” Olivia turns away, pressing her face into the quilt. “You’ll regret it. I know you, Natalia.”
Olivia always thinks she knows better. They used to fight constantly about it, and many times Olivia was proven right. But not this time. She will have to demonstrate her desire, her desperation, in a way neither of them will be able to deny. And after the display she’s just witnessed, she has an idea. It makes her blush, and balk, but somehow, that proves it’s all the more perfect.
One by one, she opens the buttons of her blouse. The action of revealing herself to Olivia, who has no idea what she’s doing, makes her breath come faster. They haven’t seen each other with their clothes off. She’s had glimpses, and felt the heat of Olivia’s skin. It’s not enough. Goosebumps rise up, and with a brush of her hand across her bare stomach, she gasps. That catches Olivia’s attention, who turns and gasps herself.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes are glued to Natalia’s cleavage.
“What you were,” Natalia replies. She circles her nipple through her bra. The thin lining allows the most wonderful frisson of energy to course through her, and she shudders. “Thinking about you.”
“Stop,” Olivia says, turning her head back toward the quilt, but her eyes stay fastened on Natalia’s body. “God, please stop.”
Natalia skims down her belly with two fingers until she comes to the button of her jeans. She flicks it open, and Olivia whimpers. She can’t help but grin at the way green eyes follow the zipper’s path all the way down. Natalia’s fingers don’t make it an inch inside her underwear before Olivia becomes a whirl of energy, leaping up and grabbing Natalia until they’re both on their knees, clinging, kissing, rocking together. Olivia’s tongue is in her mouth, and Natalia sucks on it, the thrill shooting out to the ends of her fingers and toes. Her hands find their way down the back of Olivia’s loose jeans, under her panties. Olivia breaks the kiss to throw back her head in a sultry moan, and Natalia takes advantage. She nips down the side of Olivia’s throat, dragging her teeth. Olivia pulls her even closer and their thighs scissor together. She realizes that Olivia’s riding her leg, perhaps unconsciously, and she throbs. “So wonderful,” she says, biting Olivia’s ear, pulling at the lobe. “I want this. Please give yourself to me.”
Olivia’s entire body vibrates, like she’s been stunned with an electric shock. “Yes, yes, yes,” she says mindlessly. They kiss again, and in a moment Olivia drags her back onto the bed, and they’re rolling on the quilt, fighting for dominance. Natalia wants to be on top; she wants to put her hand between Olivia’s legs and make her come for all she’s worth. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, really, but she knows how sex works, and knows she can figure it out. Besides, she’s counting on the fact that Olivia is the kind of woman who can give direction really well.
Finally, Natalia pins Olivia, hands above her head. “I’m first,” she says, fighting the shyness bubbling up. She won’t let anything stop this though. Not religion. Not shame. Not fear. “Tell me what to do.”
“Huh?” Olivia grunts. She is far gone, Natalia can tell; her pupils are enormous, and she’s read enough romance novels to know that’s a good sign.
Natalia takes a deep breath and snakes her hand down into Olivia’s underwear. She’s startled by the heat and wetness she finds, and Olivia nearly bucks her off the bed. “Tell me what to do,” she repeats. But it’s like she doesn’t have to do anything, because Olivia is already moving against her hand, gritting her teeth.
“Oh Natalia,” she whines, arching, bringing her breasts closer to Natalia’s mouth. Natalia nuzzles in, biting through a shirt that’s only half unbuttoned. Olivia’s legs open wider, and the fact that she’s still wearing her jeans pushes Natalia’s hand more firmly against wet flesh. “Oh!”
Right this second, Natalia is a live wire. Her touch is bringing this woman, this incredible woman, intense pleasure. She feels powerful. She feels amazing. These thoughts persuade her to explore, rubbing her fingers this way and that, pressing with the base of her palm gently. Olivia thrashes, yanking at the quilt. She cries out as though she is lost. “Tell me what you want,” Natalia begs.
Olivia bites her lip, grimacing. “Inside,” she finally manages. “Just a little inside.”
Natalia nods. It’s foreign territory and different from her own body, but she has faith. She finds Olivia’s entrance and uses gentle pressure, and suddenly she’s got two fingers in. Olivia arches and opens her mouth in a groan. “Yes, Natalia, yes, yes-“ Olivia’s eyes open and focus on her. “I love you so much, love you, love you-Oh!” She thrusts her hips and Natalia feels it, the astonishing clench of muscle and flesh. Olivia’s coming, and it’s beautiful. Another thrust and clench, and another, and with a final cry, Olivia falls back to the bed.
Natalia imagines she can see the pounding of her inherited heart, beating hard only a few inches away. It brings tears to her eyes. She wonders if Gus is watching them from Heaven. She hopes he is happy for them, because she is happy. She’s never been so happy.
Olivia looks up at her, stunned. She doesn’t speak, but watches for a while as her breath slows.
Natalia grins. She experiences the most remarkable of emotions: pride. “I did it,” she giggles. “We did it.”
Olivia laughs then, her best belly laugh, and Natalia feels it where her hand still rests in the warmth and wet. “We definitely did it,” Olivia says, reaching up and wrapping an arm around Natalia’s neck to pull her down. They fall into a rich, decadent kiss then, and as their tongues touch, Natalia remembers that she is still very, very ready to make love.
This give and take is not the same as it is with a man, and it surprises Natalia for some reason. They don’t have to go at the same pace, they don’t have to wait for something to happen to experience their own pleasure. Olivia felt it, and now she’ll pass it on to Natalia, and Natalia can hardly wait. She pulls her hand out of Olivia’s pants and is only a little embarrassed at the action, and the concrete evidence of Olivia’s desire for her.
She chuckles and straddles Olivia then, opening her mouth for another kiss. It’s wonderful, especially when two hands slide down her sides and into her jeans. She murmurs her delight, and Olivia’s voice is soft when she asks, “Now you?”
Natalia can only nod. She’s exhilarated by the pure joy on Olivia’s face at the prospect of loving her. “I waited so long, wanted you so much,” Olivia whispers. “I want to make you so happy…”
“You do,” Natalia promises. She never thought she’d be the one reassuring Olivia Spencer in bed, but then again, Olivia does surprise her so much of the time.
“I’m afraid,” Olivia admits. “I don’t want to mess it up.”
Natalia smiles. This sweetness breaks her heart. This woman would do anything in the world for her, Natalia is certain. “You love me, don’t you?” Natalia asks.
Olivia nods quickly.
“You won’t mess it up. Just try, all right?”
Another nod. “Okay.”
“You’ve never backed down from anything in your life,” Natalia reminds her.
With a tilt of her head, Olivia looks off into the distance. “Huh. True. I’ve been called fearless now and then.”
Natalia kisses the tip of her perfect nose. “Except when it comes to the things that really matter,” she says, and her heart swells with love. Olivia is brash, and bold, and she runs her life like a pit boss during a stock car race. Do this, do that, listen to me, take care of me, make everything all right. But Olivia’s soul is sensitive. She hides it with humor and sarcasm whenever possible. Natalia feels like she has uncovered a fantastic secret, and she pities anyone who looks askance as she walks by Olivia’s side.
“You matter,” Olivia says.
Natalia nods her head. “I know.”
Another kiss, and Olivia rolls them over until Natalia is looking up at her lovely face. Curious fingers brush her breast, and if Natalia thought her own touch earlier was pleasant, this is almost the opposite. This feels like torture; her nipple is tight and crying out for contact. She winces.
“Am I hurting you?” Olivia asks.
She has to take a second to inhale. “Just touch me! I swear, I won’t break.”
The touch becomes firmer, and somehow Olivia gets her bra off without assistance. Natalia raises her eyebrows.
“I got skills,” Olivia quips.
“I see that.”
Olivia tests the terrain with different touches, and Natalia simply stretches out and revels in it. As much as she wants to race to the finish line, she also wants to remember every moment. That is, until Olivia’s mouth covers her nipple, and she jerks. Olivia’s mouth is so hot, and suddenly it feels like there’s a furnace in the room on full blast. The calm of a minute ago flies out the window, and Natalia wants more. Now. “You’re killing me,” Natalia complains.
“Wha-?” Olivia says, head coming up. Her lips are wet, and Natalia grabs her ears and kisses her.
“How long are you going to make me wait?”
Olivia’s expressive eyebrows both tilt inquisitively. “I didn’t think this was waiting. I thought this was the main event.”
Natalia rolls her eyes. “Easy for you to say.” You already came, she thinks, but she is too reserved to say the words. She flops back on the bed, flustered.
“Oh,” Olivia says, nosing around Natalia’s damp breast. “So you’re looking for a little something more… meaningful.”
Natalia doesn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer.
“I didn’t think you’d be this impatient,” Olivia murmurs, teeth grazing her ribcage.
“You are so annoying.” Natalia wonders if she rocks her hips gently enough that Olivia won’t notice the motion.
But Olivia’s mouth opens against Natalia’s stomach, and it’s serious again, serious enough that Natalia’s legs open wider of their own volition. And then in seconds, her jeans are gone, as well as her underwear. Olivia is so gentle, and at the first touch, Natalia keens and claws at the bed. Her fingers are skilled, as though she can read Natalia’s mind, knowing the right pressure and pace all at once. Natalia can hardly catch her breath. She stares at the ceiling, biting her lip to keep from begging. She wants to beg. She wants to plead. She wants-
Olivia licks her, and groans. “Natalia,” she rumbles, with a vibration Natalia can feel in her entire body. “Natalia.” She licks again and kisses in earnest, and Natalia stops breathing altogether. This was not something she expected, but the image of it can’t be denied. Olivia looks as though she is in ecstasy, not shy at all, not uncertain or disgusted or anything but enthralled. Natalia’s mouth opens silently, catching a single breath before her whole body draws up in anticipation. When it happens, she sings out as it sweeps over her, colors exploding behind her closed eyes. It’s long, and so sweet, and her legs are quivering when the pleasure recedes like a tide.
Olivia kisses her belly over and over, humming words Natalia can’t understand. Gradually she makes her way up Natalia’s body, still whispering until they kiss again. Natalia tastes herself. She is only slightly uncomfortable at the notion, but she’ll get used to it. And very soon, she’ll get to know the taste of Olivia. She expects it to be the perfect counterpart to both Olivia’s name and temperament; salty and slick and passionate.
“Never thought I’d see the day when I was glad Phillip would have Emma for more than five minutes at a time,” Olivia says. “And I never pegged you for a screamer, either.”
Natalia’s eyes widen. “Excuse me?”
“We might have to reinforce the roof, since the rafters were about to come down. How much do you think they charge for soundproofing?”
“I was not loud!” Natalia rails. She can’t remember though, really. Her mind was focused on other things.
“Pardon?” Olivia says, holding a hand up to her ear. “I can’t hear you; a bomb just went off a minute ago and deafened me.”
Natalia nudges her with a knee. “Oh stop. It couldn’t have been that bad.”
That eyebrow lifts, and Natalia’s stomach flips over. How such a tiny expression can have so much sensuality, she’ll never know. “I didn’t say it was bad. It was very, very good. You can be as loud as you want, my love,” Olivia purrs. “There are more benefits to living in a farmhouse in the boonies than cicadas and fireflies. Privacy just shot to the top of my list.”
It occurs to her that they really do have privacy out here. And they have lots and lots of time. It’s not even nine o’clock.
Perhaps she won’t have to wait at all to find out how Olivia tastes. Perhaps soon is now.
Olivia rocks against her leg as they kiss once more. Again, Natalia feels cheated. “I want to see you,” Natalia says when they break apart.
There’s a joke on the tip of Olivia’s tongue, but she closes her mouth. With deliberate sensuality, Olivia sits up and finishes unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra is lacy, and Natalia feels like all the air’s been sucked out of the room. She may have just had an orgasm, but Olivia’s body is an inspiration. Without questioning herself, she reaches up and holds generous breasts in both hands. Olivia covers her fingers, pressing them more tightly against her. “Not done yet?” she breathes.
“No.” Natalia smiles. “The night is young.”
~end