"Crashes and Second Chances" (3/?) by that_girl65, rated R
Title: "Crashes and Second Chances" (2/?)
Rating: M (entire series)
Summary: A scary accident makes Chuck realize that life (even second ones) can be short so she decides to go after what she wants most: Olive. Only things aren't always as good as they seem.
Part 3
The next couple of days were strange for Chuck and Olive. They never talked about what Olive had said or hinted at that night but every night Olive would lay in bed with Chuck and snuggled in with the brunette.
Although as the week progressed, Olive began to drift apart from Chuck and snap at her for simple things. Olive would still sleep in the same bed with her but there was no more cuddling. She would lay on the opposite side of the bed with her back towards the brunette.
Chuck had set some plates in the sink and Olive stomped up besides her. “What are you doing?” the tiny woman huffed. “I’m…putting dirty dishes in the sink?” Chuck said raising an eyebrow.
“That customer over there,” Olive said pointing towards a man who had just sat down at the booth, “he’s been over there waiting for you to answer him but you just leave him there and say nothing.”
“What are you talking about?” Chuck said, “He just sat down.”
“No. He’s been sitting there looking all cute and being all adorable like he has been forever. He told you something and all he wanted was a reaction but nooooo. You just leave him there.”
Chuck blinked at the fuming blonde, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. “What?”
“You heard me.”
Chuck blinked at her, trying to figure out what the other woman was talking about. She obviously was not talking about the customer who had just sat down at the booth. Suddenly it clicked and her eyes grew wide with realization.
“Are you projecting?” Chuck said placing a hand on her hip. “No, I am not projecting,” Olive said gesturing in front of her face, “Do you see a film reel? Do you see a picture on the opposite wall?”
“Olive,” Chuck said quietly and taking the blonde’s hand in her own, “are you talking about the other night? When we were talking about…canoodling?”
“You mean when I was talking about canoodling?” Olive said, her resolve faltering as her features softened. “Yes, when you were talking about canoodling,” Chuck verified. Olive looked up and down at the taller woman and shrugged, “Maybe.”
Chuck was still confused about the statement that Olive had confessed to her the other day. She didn’t know if the point of her confessing to her lack of love for Randy was her confiding in Chuck as a friend or as more than that. “I’m sorry,” Chuck said softly and rubbing the blonde’s knuckles with her thumb, “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I didn’t realize…I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to say.”
“I expected you to say…something,” Olive said, her bottom lip jutting out slightly, “I was afraid that you didn’t feel the same way.”
The brunette’s heart leapt slightly at the words soaked in innuendo and she pulled on her hand, gently tugging the tiny blonde closer. “How do you mean?” she asked, “What exactly do you mean…feelings?”
Olive looked up at her with doe eyes and tugged the brunette closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Olive breasts pressed just under Chuck’s and her breathing became labored. Chuck swallowed hard as Olive pressed up on her tiptoes, their faces inches apart.
Chuck could feel the blonde’s breath on her lips and squeezed her hand nervously, waiting for her to make the next move. The petite woman smiled shyly and pressed her lips to the taller woman’s.
The press of Olive’s lips against her own made Chuck light headed and she felt like she would float away. Olive took no time in threading her fingers into Chuck’s hair at the back on the back of her head and deepened the kiss. Chuck tentatively set her hands on Olive’s hips, her fingers pressing into her curves.
Olive thrust her tongue into Chuck’s mouth, causing her to sigh and pull the blonde closer. Olive’s tongue stroking hers made her weak in the knees and responded with equal fervor.
“That has to be some kinda health violation.”
Chuck and Olive slowly pulled away and turned to Emerson who was muttering into his coffee from the counter. “Hello to you too, Emerson,” Olive said as Chuck blushed fiercely.
The detective looked over at them from over his coffee cup and huffed, “Oh, don’t let me interrupt ya’lls love fest over there,” he said, “Just here lookin’ for some pie. Too bad there ain’t any waitresses around here doin’ there job.”
Olive sighed and pulled away from the taller woman. “How can I help you, Emerson?”
“Oh nooo, don’t let me get in the middle of you two. I can see you’re very busy,” Emerson said folding his hands in front of him and nodding. Ned walked into the kitchen and looked from the waitress to Emerson. “What’s going on here?”
“Well, I was just thinking maybe you should hire another waitress here since these two are too busy with each other and all to serve the customers,” Emerson said.
Chuck blushed a shade of red she didn’t think possible and looked over at Ned who’s brows were furrowed together. “I…uh…we,” Chuck stuttered looking between her three friends, “we…we were just…you know…”
“Jiminy Cricket,” Olive said putting her hands on her hip, “We were just kissing and Emerson decided to get all weird and snarky about it.”
Ned looked between Chuck and Olive, “Oh,” he said simply as he looked back at the detective, “Can I get you something Emerson?”
Olive walked back over to Chuck and grabbed her hand. Chuck followed her blindly as she was pulled down the street and back to their apartment. Olive never turned back and looked at the brunette once but as soon as they were in the apartment, she turned around and threw her arms around Chuck’s neck.
“N-ned might be looking for us,” Chuck managed, her hands pressed into Olive’s lower back. The blonde gave her a seductive smile and pressed into her so her back was against the door. “I wasn’t done with you yet,” Olive purred before attacking her lips once more.