From the Beginning (part 12)
Okay, things finally get fluffy. Tell me what you think or what story lines you want to be seen made Cholive and I shall do it. Thanks for the great reviews! Enjoy!
Title: From the Beginning
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Chuck was enthralled with Olive from that first awkward meeting in the hall. Cholive fluffiness
Bitter Sweets
The two women lay on the couch, Chuck on top of Olive with her head resting on the blonde’s chest. The petite woman was playing with Chuck’s hair, who sighed in contentment as her nails scratched her scalp. They were like that for a while, having tiny conversations between the comfortable lulls of silence. Occasionally, they would kiss, reveling in the sweetness of each other. But mostly, they just took in each other’s presence, and somewhere in between they fell asleep.
The next morning, Chuck blinked the sleep out of her eyes. The steady breathing of the blonde beneath her assuring her that the events of last night were not a dream. Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and just listened to Olive’s breathes. She couldn’t believe this was true, she was certain she would awake in a few moments like she had earlier, finding it all a dream.
Kissing Olive’s chest lightly, she gently got off her and padded quietly towards the kitchen. Putting on some water she made tea, warming her hands with the cup clutched tightly in her palms. She walked over to the bedroom window which was open and sat in the sill, letting the morning air cleanse her senses.
She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Olive come up behind her. “Hey, you,” she said sitting next to Chuck. She smiled at her, her heart rate quickening just at the site of her. “Hi,” she said quietly, looking down at her cup, suddenly shy.
Olive leaned over and kissed her cheek, “Good morning.” Not satisfied, Chuck turned her head, capturing Olive’s lips with her own. Olive pulled away and wrinkled up her face, “I have morning breath.”
“I couldn’t care less,” Chuck said leaning back in, but Olive turned her head, giving Chuck her cheek. The brunette groaned in frustration as Olive flitted to the bathroom, “Just let me brush my teeth,” she said in a singsong voice.
She followed her to the bathroom, coming up behind her just as Olive was putting her toothbrush away, “Minty fresh,” she said turning around to face Chuck who wasted no time in kissing her fully on the mouth. She reciprocated the kiss, giggling and putting her arms around Chuck’s neck. The kiss deepened, soon becoming the most passionate one they had shared.
Olive ran her tongue tentatively over Chuck’s lower lip, asking for entrance. Her request was granted and her tongue massaged Chuck’s lovingly. Their need for air became apparent and their kisses become shorter and more chaste. Chuck nuzzled her face into Olive’s neck who wrapped her arms around the taller woman.
“Is this real?” Chuck whispered into her neck. Olive said nothing, just held her tighter, kissing her head.
The next few days were the happiest in Chuck’s life. She had Olive, now, and she didn’t need or want anything else. They had yet to discuss the peculiars of their relationship, however. And Chuck wasn’t exactly sure what it was that they were doing. So she decided to ask.
They were in the kitchen of the Pie Hole, eating muffins when she managed to spit in out. “Olive,” began her ramble, “Am I your girlfriend? I realize that girlfriend is familiar, trite label - if convention were soaked in girlfriend would be dripping with it - but we’ve never actually said it. And not that we need to define the relationship, but it might be helpful in a familiar, trite way - the way on a holiday created to sell greeting cards - it’s still nice to get a card … and are you going to cut me off with a ‘Yes’ anytime soon?”
“Yes,” Olive said smiling, “I just think your rambling is cute.” Chuck smiled back at her, and leaned in for a brief kiss. They continued eating their muffins in silence for a few moments, “Hey, you wanna go out tonight?” Chuck asked shyly, “Like, on a date?”
Olive beamed back at her, “I would love to.”
The bell above the door jingled and a gangly, pale man walked in with a smile plastered on his face.
“Hey, have you guys heard? The most amazing new candy store is opening up across the street! It’s amazing!:
“Who are you?” Ned asked.
“I’m just some guy telling everybody about ‘cause it’s so amazing! Seriously, everybody, you’ve gotta check this out!”
Olive walked into the dining room, “Do you work for the candy store?”
“No, I’m just some guy.”
“Some guy?” Olive said questioningly.
“Yeah, some guy who sure loves candy! Be sure to tell everyone you know! See ya!” with that he walked out the door. Chuck and Olive went and sat across from each other in the booth with Emerson and Ned.
“Now see, this how it all ends: some weird guy comes in saying stuff that don’t make no sense, and by the time your head realizes, ‘Hey, this weird guy don’t make no sense’, your guts are all over the window,” Emerson ranted.
“Here,” Chuck said handing Emerson a muffin, “Did I tell you Olive’s my girlfriend?”
The two women exchanged a smile and Ned looked shocked. “Wh-what?” he stammered, “Chuck, I didn’t even know you were…that you…oh god.” He buried his face in his hands and Emerson laughed.
Later, after confrontations with Dilly Balsam, they found themselves in the now closed Pie Hole after the health inspector closed them down.
“What? You think I should do something?”
“We’re just saying,” Chuck and Olive said together.
“No!” Ned insisted, “You let your anger win and you engage the crazy person and you’re no different than they are! People say, ‘Hey, look at those two crazy people fighting!’ I will not engage.”
“Yeah, but if you don’t engage, pretty soon people will start saying, ‘Hey, look at that crazy person just sitting there doing nothing!’” Emerson said agreeing with the two women.
“Gotta give her a dose of her own medicine,” Chuck insisted.
“Chuck, don’t go over to the Dark Side, Ned pleaded, “Revenge never works.”
“I gotta go,” Chuck said heading towards the kitchen, grapping Olive by the hand as she went. “Me too,” Olive said.
“So, I know what we’re going to do for our date,” Chuck said when they got to Ned’s apartment, “It’s a little unconventional but unconventional is good, right?” She was digging through the drawers, pulling out pieces of black clothing.
“Depends how unconventional,” Olive said sitting on the bed and watching her. Chuck held up a ski mask, “We’re going to break into Bitter Sweets and sabotage them. Too unconventional?”
Olive’s face lit up, “No! Just the right amount of unconventional!” Neither Chuck nor Olive could have predicted that a midnight heist on a rival business would have been quite possibly the most romantic date they were ever on. But it was. They both were completely exhilarated when they made it back up to the point in the hall where their two apartments met.
Giggling, Olive pushed Chuck against the wall and wrapped her arms around her. “I had a really good time,” she said looking up at her. “Me too,” Chuck said, kissing her lightly. Olive grabbed the back of Chuck’s head and made the kiss deeper. Olive moaned when Chuck slipped her tongue inside her mouth, her hands roaming the brunette’s curves. “We’re in the hall,” Chuck said against Olive’s mouth as her hands became more adventurous. Olive groaned and resumed the kiss as she began to push Chuck towards apartment 44.
Chuck pulled away. “What’s wrong?” Olive asked, hands on her waist. “I can’t, not tonight,” Chuck said pulling Olive closer. Olive blushed, “I’m sorry. Was I being too forward? I didn’t mean to. I just assumed. But you know what happens when you assume! You make an ass-“
The brunette silenced the rambling woman by pressing their lips together. Olive sighed. Chuck pulled away and smiled, “I would love nothing more than to join you in your apartment tonight. But I’m sure Ned is going to worry about me. And plus I haven’t really talked to him about the whole…you thing.”
Olive nodded, bringing their lips together once more. Chuck pulled their bodies as close as possible, shivering when their breasts pressed together. She kissed along Olive’s jaw down to her neck where she sucked lightly on her pulse point. Olive groaned, “Are you sure you can’t come in?”
“Mhm,” Chuck said, her lips never leaving her neck. “Not even for a little bit?” Olive said, gasping slightly when Chuck nipped at her sensitive spot, her skin already reddening. The brunette kissed her way back up to her lips before pulling away. “If I come in, I’ll never leave,” Chuck said, kissing her once more.
Olive whimpered as Chuck pulled away and began walking towards apartment 43. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Chuck said walking backwards so she could still see Olive. She leaned against the door and blew the blonde a kiss. “’Night,” Olive said wistfully. “’Night,” Chuck answered opening the door slowly and walking inside eyes on Olive the whole time. Once she was inside, she leaned against the closed door and smile happily.
She skipped over to the window and threw open the curtains.
“Chuck?! I thought you were Dilly Balsam!” Ned said coming through the door, “Why are you dressed like a cat burglar?”
“Why are you dressed like a fishmonger?” Chuck said.
“I was scrubbing the kitchen.”
“I was out with Olive. You know what? She is really great!” she said flopping on her bed.
“Chuck?”
“Sorry, my whole body’s pumping with adrenaline!” Chuck looked over at Ned, a confused, hurt look on his face. She remembered practically jumping out of the closet at him this morning and sighed, “Are you upset with me?”
“What’s freaking me out is the ruthless woman trying to shut down The Pie Hole. This has nothing to do with us!”
Chuck could tell he was lying and sat up on the bed.
“Ned,” she began, “I’m really sorry about springing that on you today.”
The Pie Maker sighed, “Sorry? Why would you be sorry? There’s nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t hurt me, or mislead me or wish anything ill of me.”
“Ned, I didn’t tell you about me and my…preferences. You’re my best friend it was the least I could have done.”
“I kinda figured something was up. You and Hallie-“
“Let’s not talk about Hallie. She was nice but…still.”
“Chuck, we all have secrets. I of everyone should understand that. I can’t be upset at you for keeping secrets. That would be hypocritical of me.”
“Yeah, but this wasn’t a secret like ‘I accidentally sat on your Scooby Doo lunch box in 3rd grade’. This was a big life changing secret that I kept from you.”
“It’s okay, Chuck,” Ned said smiling, “I’m just happy that you’re happy. You’re happy, right?”
Chuck smiled at him and nodded her head, “The happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Both of them.”
Title: From the Beginning
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Chuck was enthralled with Olive from that first awkward meeting in the hall. Cholive fluffiness
Bitter Sweets
The two women lay on the couch, Chuck on top of Olive with her head resting on the blonde’s chest. The petite woman was playing with Chuck’s hair, who sighed in contentment as her nails scratched her scalp. They were like that for a while, having tiny conversations between the comfortable lulls of silence. Occasionally, they would kiss, reveling in the sweetness of each other. But mostly, they just took in each other’s presence, and somewhere in between they fell asleep.
The next morning, Chuck blinked the sleep out of her eyes. The steady breathing of the blonde beneath her assuring her that the events of last night were not a dream. Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and just listened to Olive’s breathes. She couldn’t believe this was true, she was certain she would awake in a few moments like she had earlier, finding it all a dream.
Kissing Olive’s chest lightly, she gently got off her and padded quietly towards the kitchen. Putting on some water she made tea, warming her hands with the cup clutched tightly in her palms. She walked over to the bedroom window which was open and sat in the sill, letting the morning air cleanse her senses.
She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Olive come up behind her. “Hey, you,” she said sitting next to Chuck. She smiled at her, her heart rate quickening just at the site of her. “Hi,” she said quietly, looking down at her cup, suddenly shy.
Olive leaned over and kissed her cheek, “Good morning.” Not satisfied, Chuck turned her head, capturing Olive’s lips with her own. Olive pulled away and wrinkled up her face, “I have morning breath.”
“I couldn’t care less,” Chuck said leaning back in, but Olive turned her head, giving Chuck her cheek. The brunette groaned in frustration as Olive flitted to the bathroom, “Just let me brush my teeth,” she said in a singsong voice.
She followed her to the bathroom, coming up behind her just as Olive was putting her toothbrush away, “Minty fresh,” she said turning around to face Chuck who wasted no time in kissing her fully on the mouth. She reciprocated the kiss, giggling and putting her arms around Chuck’s neck. The kiss deepened, soon becoming the most passionate one they had shared.
Olive ran her tongue tentatively over Chuck’s lower lip, asking for entrance. Her request was granted and her tongue massaged Chuck’s lovingly. Their need for air became apparent and their kisses become shorter and more chaste. Chuck nuzzled her face into Olive’s neck who wrapped her arms around the taller woman.
“Is this real?” Chuck whispered into her neck. Olive said nothing, just held her tighter, kissing her head.
The next few days were the happiest in Chuck’s life. She had Olive, now, and she didn’t need or want anything else. They had yet to discuss the peculiars of their relationship, however. And Chuck wasn’t exactly sure what it was that they were doing. So she decided to ask.
They were in the kitchen of the Pie Hole, eating muffins when she managed to spit in out. “Olive,” began her ramble, “Am I your girlfriend? I realize that girlfriend is familiar, trite label - if convention were soaked in girlfriend would be dripping with it - but we’ve never actually said it. And not that we need to define the relationship, but it might be helpful in a familiar, trite way - the way on a holiday created to sell greeting cards - it’s still nice to get a card … and are you going to cut me off with a ‘Yes’ anytime soon?”
“Yes,” Olive said smiling, “I just think your rambling is cute.” Chuck smiled back at her, and leaned in for a brief kiss. They continued eating their muffins in silence for a few moments, “Hey, you wanna go out tonight?” Chuck asked shyly, “Like, on a date?”
Olive beamed back at her, “I would love to.”
The bell above the door jingled and a gangly, pale man walked in with a smile plastered on his face.
“Hey, have you guys heard? The most amazing new candy store is opening up across the street! It’s amazing!:
“Who are you?” Ned asked.
“I’m just some guy telling everybody about ‘cause it’s so amazing! Seriously, everybody, you’ve gotta check this out!”
Olive walked into the dining room, “Do you work for the candy store?”
“No, I’m just some guy.”
“Some guy?” Olive said questioningly.
“Yeah, some guy who sure loves candy! Be sure to tell everyone you know! See ya!” with that he walked out the door. Chuck and Olive went and sat across from each other in the booth with Emerson and Ned.
“Now see, this how it all ends: some weird guy comes in saying stuff that don’t make no sense, and by the time your head realizes, ‘Hey, this weird guy don’t make no sense’, your guts are all over the window,” Emerson ranted.
“Here,” Chuck said handing Emerson a muffin, “Did I tell you Olive’s my girlfriend?”
The two women exchanged a smile and Ned looked shocked. “Wh-what?” he stammered, “Chuck, I didn’t even know you were…that you…oh god.” He buried his face in his hands and Emerson laughed.
Later, after confrontations with Dilly Balsam, they found themselves in the now closed Pie Hole after the health inspector closed them down.
“What? You think I should do something?”
“We’re just saying,” Chuck and Olive said together.
“No!” Ned insisted, “You let your anger win and you engage the crazy person and you’re no different than they are! People say, ‘Hey, look at those two crazy people fighting!’ I will not engage.”
“Yeah, but if you don’t engage, pretty soon people will start saying, ‘Hey, look at that crazy person just sitting there doing nothing!’” Emerson said agreeing with the two women.
“Gotta give her a dose of her own medicine,” Chuck insisted.
“Chuck, don’t go over to the Dark Side, Ned pleaded, “Revenge never works.”
“I gotta go,” Chuck said heading towards the kitchen, grapping Olive by the hand as she went. “Me too,” Olive said.
“So, I know what we’re going to do for our date,” Chuck said when they got to Ned’s apartment, “It’s a little unconventional but unconventional is good, right?” She was digging through the drawers, pulling out pieces of black clothing.
“Depends how unconventional,” Olive said sitting on the bed and watching her. Chuck held up a ski mask, “We’re going to break into Bitter Sweets and sabotage them. Too unconventional?”
Olive’s face lit up, “No! Just the right amount of unconventional!” Neither Chuck nor Olive could have predicted that a midnight heist on a rival business would have been quite possibly the most romantic date they were ever on. But it was. They both were completely exhilarated when they made it back up to the point in the hall where their two apartments met.
Giggling, Olive pushed Chuck against the wall and wrapped her arms around her. “I had a really good time,” she said looking up at her. “Me too,” Chuck said, kissing her lightly. Olive grabbed the back of Chuck’s head and made the kiss deeper. Olive moaned when Chuck slipped her tongue inside her mouth, her hands roaming the brunette’s curves. “We’re in the hall,” Chuck said against Olive’s mouth as her hands became more adventurous. Olive groaned and resumed the kiss as she began to push Chuck towards apartment 44.
Chuck pulled away. “What’s wrong?” Olive asked, hands on her waist. “I can’t, not tonight,” Chuck said pulling Olive closer. Olive blushed, “I’m sorry. Was I being too forward? I didn’t mean to. I just assumed. But you know what happens when you assume! You make an ass-“
The brunette silenced the rambling woman by pressing their lips together. Olive sighed. Chuck pulled away and smiled, “I would love nothing more than to join you in your apartment tonight. But I’m sure Ned is going to worry about me. And plus I haven’t really talked to him about the whole…you thing.”
Olive nodded, bringing their lips together once more. Chuck pulled their bodies as close as possible, shivering when their breasts pressed together. She kissed along Olive’s jaw down to her neck where she sucked lightly on her pulse point. Olive groaned, “Are you sure you can’t come in?”
“Mhm,” Chuck said, her lips never leaving her neck. “Not even for a little bit?” Olive said, gasping slightly when Chuck nipped at her sensitive spot, her skin already reddening. The brunette kissed her way back up to her lips before pulling away. “If I come in, I’ll never leave,” Chuck said, kissing her once more.
Olive whimpered as Chuck pulled away and began walking towards apartment 43. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Chuck said walking backwards so she could still see Olive. She leaned against the door and blew the blonde a kiss. “’Night,” Olive said wistfully. “’Night,” Chuck answered opening the door slowly and walking inside eyes on Olive the whole time. Once she was inside, she leaned against the closed door and smile happily.
She skipped over to the window and threw open the curtains.
“Chuck?! I thought you were Dilly Balsam!” Ned said coming through the door, “Why are you dressed like a cat burglar?”
“Why are you dressed like a fishmonger?” Chuck said.
“I was scrubbing the kitchen.”
“I was out with Olive. You know what? She is really great!” she said flopping on her bed.
“Chuck?”
“Sorry, my whole body’s pumping with adrenaline!” Chuck looked over at Ned, a confused, hurt look on his face. She remembered practically jumping out of the closet at him this morning and sighed, “Are you upset with me?”
“What’s freaking me out is the ruthless woman trying to shut down The Pie Hole. This has nothing to do with us!”
Chuck could tell he was lying and sat up on the bed.
“Ned,” she began, “I’m really sorry about springing that on you today.”
The Pie Maker sighed, “Sorry? Why would you be sorry? There’s nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t hurt me, or mislead me or wish anything ill of me.”
“Ned, I didn’t tell you about me and my…preferences. You’re my best friend it was the least I could have done.”
“I kinda figured something was up. You and Hallie-“
“Let’s not talk about Hallie. She was nice but…still.”
“Chuck, we all have secrets. I of everyone should understand that. I can’t be upset at you for keeping secrets. That would be hypocritical of me.”
“Yeah, but this wasn’t a secret like ‘I accidentally sat on your Scooby Doo lunch box in 3rd grade’. This was a big life changing secret that I kept from you.”
“It’s okay, Chuck,” Ned said smiling, “I’m just happy that you’re happy. You’re happy, right?”
Chuck smiled at him and nodded her head, “The happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Both of them.”