Pies and Consequences (par 6)
Part 6
When Chuck brought Olive up from the dip, their faces still remained dangerously close as they both smiled and gasped for air. “Wow,” was all Olive could manage to say, running her hands through Chuck’s hair.
“I agree,” Chuck said resting her forehead against the blondes. A breeze came and chilled Olive’s bare legs as she silently cursed her love for dresses and shivered. “Are you cold?” the dark haired woman asked drawing Olive closer, “Let’s go inside.”
Chuck led Olive by the hand into the hall, but stopped at the top of the stairs. “You want to take the elevator? It sounds kind of strange but I’ve always had this fantasy about…you know…in an elevator. And I mean that’s where this is going anyways, right? I hope so or else I just made a complete idiot out of myself and you probably think I’m a pervert. Oh, god, I’m sorry. I just assume-“
But before Chuck could finish her embarrassed spiel, Olive smashed her lips into Chuck’s and backed her into the already open elevator. She pressed the taller girl into the corner, their height difference very apparent since Olive had not worn her high heels today. So to make up the difference, Olive jumped up, wrapping her legs around Chuck’s waist so she would have better access to her lips.
Chuck sighed in satisfaction and held Olive in the corner for support. She ran her hands up the other woman’s tanned legs and Olive ran her tongue over Chuck’s in response.
Managing to tear her lips away from Olive’s, Chuck pecked along her jaw line and down her neck. She nipped and licked her pulse point while her roaming hands found the zipper on the front of Olive’s dress. She played with the pull timidly, not sure if she should continue. Olive ran her hands around the Chuck’s side, feeling the swell of her breasts straining against the shirt. “Too many clothes,” she murmured, attempting to pull it over her head.
Chuck began to pull the zipper of Olive’s dress down slowly, kissing the skin that was bit by bit being revealed behind the zipper. Olive let out a deep groan, fingers still working nimbly at her partner’s shirt. Chuck held her breath in anticipation, hands getting shaky, as the zipper was about to go over Olive’s breasts. Both women were eager and nervous, days of tension and longing built up to this one moment. When the elevator dinged and the door opened, both women were frozen in place by shock and embarrassment seeing Emerson Cod standing in the hall waiting for the elevator.
“What the hell do you two think you’re doing in here? This is a public elevator. Key word: public. As in other people use it. Often,” Cod said stepping into the elevator as Olive and Chuck untwined themselves from each other, straightening up their clothes.
Olive began to stammer, “Emerson, we-“
“Wait, do you hear that?” Cod said putting a hand up to his ear, “Oh, yeah. That’s just me. Not caring. Now if you don’t mind, I believe this is your floor. Unless a park bench is more your style.”
The girls exited the elevator, hands close to their sides careful not to look at one another. When they reached apartment 44, they looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“That was possibly one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to me,” Chuck said watching Olive open the door. “Maybe some other time we can have hot passionate sex in an elevator,” Snook said taking Chuck by the hand and leading her to the bedroom, “but right now I think this is more appropriate.”
“I agree,” Chuck said laying down on the bed, holding her arms out and waiting for Olive to fill them. Olive obliged, covering Chuck’s body with her own. They started out with slow meaningful kisses, but both got restless, desperate to feel the other’s skin against their own.
Olive moved a hand up the front of Chuck’s shirt slowly so she could take in every bit of her. Fingers trailing softly over her stomach and along each rib, finally running along the bottom of her bra teasingly. Chuck sat up, Olive straddling her lap, and pulled back. She bit her lip shyly as she put her hands under her shirt and lifted in up a little, revealing her stomach, not sure if she should continue. Olive, sensing the other girl’s timidness, unzipped the front of her own dress all the way to her belly button. The material parted just enough for Chuck to see a line of tanned flesh. She lifted the shirt over her head the rest of the way, revealing a black lacy bra.
Their lips were reunited and their tongues fought for dominance as hands roamed. Olive ran her nails lightly over Chuck’s back, causing her to moan quietly. She ran her hands over the blonde’s shoulder’s and the dress began to descend down her body. Olive began her assault of Chuck’s neck, feeling her heart beat quicken at her pulse point as she sucked, nipped and licked the sensitive area.
Chuck brought her close and began to kiss along her collarbone. Timid hands made their way behind Olive’s back, stumbling clumsily with the clasp of her bra. Chuck chuckled nervously, “You’d think I’ve never undone a bra before.” Olive took her hands and held them in front of her.
“Are you okay?” she asked kissing her knuckles.
“Yeah. I just…I’ve never done this before,” Chuck bit her lip in embarrassment.
“Really? Like, with a girl or just in general?”
“In general.”
“Wow. I didn’t know, I just assumed.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, do you want to do this? We can stop if you want. It’s fine.”
“No. I want this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“No, I think we should stop.”
To prove her point, Chuck held Olive close and resumed kissing her. Olive pulled back slightly, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Chuck smiled and nodded before bringing their lips together once more, undoing Olive’s bra in with renewed confidence. She shrugged it off and tossed it to the floor before pushing Chuck down on the bed. She tried not to be to forward, now knowing that this would be Chuck’s first time, running her hand lightly down the length of her body.
Chuck gripped the dress that was bunched around the petite woman’s waist and slowly pushed it down the rest of the way. Olive kicked it off and began working on Chuck’s pants. Pulling them down to her knees and she kicked them off, following Olive’s dress on the floor.
Olive gently cupped Chuck’s breast running a thumb over the hardened flesh, causing her back to arch toward the blonde’s hand. The taller woman’s body ached for contact, being deprived of touch for so long. Olive undid Chuck’s bra and tossed it to the side before looking down at her with admiring eyes. She blushed, not used to being looked at that way. Sure Ned had looked loving her at before, but not like Olive, who was looking at her with adore and longing.
“You’re so beautiful,” Olive said before recapturing her lips with her own. She kissed down her throat and between her breasts. She kissed up her breast to her nipple, avoiding the sensitive flesh, issuing a desperate moan from Chuck.
“Olive,” she breathed, “don’t be cruel.” She complied with Chuck’s demands, closing her lips around the tender flesh. Chuck wrapped her legs around Olive’s petite body and brought her closer before turning her around so that the smaller woman was on the bottom.
Olive was taken back by Chuck’s sudden dominance, but found herself even more turned on by it. She placed her hands on Olive’s hips, pulling the elastic of her panties teasingly. She swirled her tongue around Olive’s nipple, pulling her underwear down slightly, but no more.
“Who’s being cruel now,” Olive said throatily before pilling Chuck’s panties down. Not expecting this, Chuck faltered slightly, and Olive took this opportunity to reclaim her spot on top. She could feel the heat radiating from the brunette’s center and began a trail of kisses down her body. As her lips made their way to her stomach, Chuck’s muscles contracted in pleasure. When she reached the top of her brown curls, she made her way back up her body, looking into her emerald eyes.
“Is this really what you want?” Olive said cupping her cheek. Chuck kissed Olive furiously, pulling the blonde’s panties down without hesitation. “Is that a yes?” she asked smiling down at Chuck who smiled back and ran feather light touches along her back.
Olive kissed her neck, tasting the perspiration that dotted her flesh. She brought her fingers along her stomach and down to Chuck’s center, brushing her most sensitive spot, causing her to moan, hips bucking slightly, trying to bring contact with the blonde’s hand. Olive had two fingers pressed at Chuck’s opening, not sure how to begin since she did not want to hurt her. “Olive, please,” Chuck panted.
She slid on finger into her slowly, nervous that she might hurt her. Chuck gasped, getting used to the feeling of Olive inside of her. She watched Chuck’s face, looking for a clue as to what she was feeling. She nodded for the blonde to continue, and she began to pump slowly in and out of her. When Chuck was used to it, her hips began to match the rhythm and a shaky hand made its way down Olive’s body.
Olive’s rhythm faltered slightly with the new feeling of Chuck’s fingers at her opening, but she quickly regained it. She somehow managed to keep her pace when Chuck pushed two fingers into her.
“More,” Chuck whispered matching Olive’s tempo. She inserted another digit into the taller woman. Olive buried her face in Chuck’s neck, feeling her breath on her shoulder and hearing her muffled heartbeat. “Olive,” Chuck moaned, close to falling over the edge. Her free hand on the blonde’s back, and nails dug into her soft skin.
Olive could feel Chuck’s muscles begin to contract around her fingers and smashed her lips into hers, trying to muffle the scream that had begun to issue from the brunette’s throat. But when she felt herself begin to fall, she screamed into Chuck’s neck, not caring who heard. They tumbled over the edge together, moans mingling in the night air.
The blonde collapsed on Chuck, both breathing heavily. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” Olive said once she had regained her breath, settling down besides Chuck in the bed. “That was…that was…”
“Wow,” Chuck finished Olive’s sentence, unable to form a whole sentence herself. Chuck put her arm around Olive’s waist and cuddled into her neck. “Were you okay? Did I hurt you?” Olive asked wiping her dark hair from her face. Chuck looked up at Olive and shook her head, “It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Leaning down, Olive kissed Chuck sweetly, “I love you,” she whispered, settling back down into the pillow. “I love you too. More than you know,” Chuck said snuggling back into Olive’s neck. The two fell asleep peacefully, not worrying about Ned, not worrying about hoe people would respond to their relationship. And for the first time, not worrying about the future, as long as the other was in it.
Sunlight filtered through the floral patterned curtains over the window of Olive’s apartment, settling on the blonde’s face. She opened her eyes wearily, blinking the sleep out of them. She was slightly confused when she felt an arm over her bare waist, but smiled when she remembered the night before. She felt a light touching on her neck and looked to her side where Chuck was looking up at her smiling as she brushed her lover’s neck with her fingers.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” Chuck said bringing Olive in for a kiss. “What time is it?” Olive asked brushing a stray piece of hair from the other woman’s face. “Time to get up,” Chuck said playfully as she gripped onto Olive tighter. “Well then let’s go,” Olive said. She began to get up but Chuck pulled her back down, pinning her down with her body as she kissed her.
“I. Don’t. Want. To,” she said between kisses. “Chuck, we have to. Who knows what condition Ned will be in to day,” Olive said as she rubbed her hands along the brunette’s smooth back. “I guess you’re right,” Chuck sighed pouting playfully. “Don’t do that, it’s too cute,” Olive said smiling. “What, this?” she replied giving the blonde a puppy dog face. “Yes, that,” Olive said giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, “now come on, we need to go to work.”
Olive rolled Chuck off of her playfully and quickly bounced off the bed. They got ready and headed down stairs, only to find the Pie Hole already open. “It’s about time you two decided to mosey out of the love boat and get your asses down here,” Emerson said, pie in hand. “Emerson, is that what I think it is?” Chuck asked pointing at the blue knitted apron the detective was wearing.
“Well, did you really think I was going to mess up my suit?” Cod said, “There was a mob of people out front and I was trying to avoid a riot, so I opened up for y’all. Now get to work, will you?”
Chuck walked into the back and began preparing pies while Emerson shoved the piece of pie into Olive’s hands, “This one goes to your friend over there,” he said pointing over his shoulder.
Zooey was sitting at the counter, spinning on the stool. Olive set the pie down in front of her and took the seat besides her. “Well, hello,” Zooey said, still a little woozy from the spinning, “I see you and Chuck made up. You have that just laid glow about you.”
Olive blushed and shrugged, “I guess. Hey, listen. I’m sorry about last night.”
“Nope. Don’t mention it.”
“I kinda used you.”
“I have never been so honored to be used by such a beautiful woman.”
“You know how to talk,” Olive giggled.
“Well, this will be my last piece of pie.”
“What? Why? You’re not dying are you?”
“My last piece of pie from the Pie Hole, I mean. My band is going to a new city tomorrow.”
“Oh…I see.”
“Yeah. But every time I have a piece of pear pie, I’ll think of you.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“I’m glad you and Chuck worked things out.”
“Thank you.”
“So this, I suppose, is goodbye.”
Zooey leaned over to Olive and kissed her. There was the sound of someone clearing their throat and Zooey opened one eye. But upon spotting Chuck, she pulled away.
Chuck stood over them, pie slicer in hand. “Oh, hey Chuck. Zooey was just saying goodbye,” Olive said giggling. “Yeah, Chuck! I was just telling Olive how happy I was that you two worked things out,” Zooey said nervously, “I wanted to say goodbye to you too, actually!”
Zooey advanced toward Chuck who held up the pie slicer, “No, thank you. I saw the first one.”
“Okay then. I guess I better get going. I’ll just take this pie to go,” Zooey said grabbing the pie and backing towards the door, “You two are beautiful together. Absolutely beautiful. Goodbye!”
She exited the Pie Hole and Chuck turned to Olive. “You’re not going to be thinking about that creeper anymore, are you?” she asked waving the pie slicer around. “No, of course not,” Olive said wrapping her arms around Chuck’s neck, “I love you too much to even think about anyone else. No, to even think about thinking about anyone else.”
“Good,” Chuck said kissing her sweetly. “What the hell do you two think you’re doing? This is a fine eating establishment. Do your macking else where,” Cod said as he walked out with another piece of pie to be served. The girls giggled and snuck another quick kiss while Emerson's back was turned before getting back to work.
And that is how love blossomed in the Pie Hole. Lonely Tourist Charlotte Charles had finally found what she had been looking for in Olive Snook. Love. Pure and simple love that would outlast life and most certainly, death.