GL Fic: AKA (Five pet names Olivia calls Natalia)
Title: Also Known As
Pairing: GL Otalia
Rating: PG I think, although I grew up in the 80's when you could get away with a little skin and a few swear words and still maintain that PG rating.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own them. If I did they'd be making more with teh sex and less with teh sucks.
Spoilers:They love each other, and they know it. Well everyone knows it.
A/N: In response to this rocketchick.livejournal.com/45978.html I sent in a prompt and got this Five pet names Olivia used for Natalia other than "Princess." I thought I'd give it a shot in hopes that I could entice rocketchick in a game of I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Here's hoping...
Canonized
In the beginning, the name Saint Natalia was a way to mock Natalia’s faith and the way she chose to live her life. It only served to highlight the glairing differences between them. Olivia relished in the opportunity to let the name slip out of her mouth, dripping with scorn and derision, just to see Natalia flinch. She uses it as put down with Gus to show him how much better she is, as a justification with Josh to exemplify their struggles to find common ground and as an enticement to Frank when she tries to push the two of them together. But now, kneeling at the foot of their bed, Natalia’s body stretched out before her, Olivia hears the name in her head once more. And it becomes something all together different. She sees her self praying to this woman, thanking her reverently, building shrines and creating idols all in her name. Saint Natalia guide me
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A Two Person Team
Rafe is never sure where it came from, he thinks it started one Sunday morning over breakfast, when he’d still been a little too freaked out about their relationship to ask why they do the things they do. They had been talking about their week and Olivia got caught up in some off color moment that had happened at the hotel. She was trying to explain it to his mother, and he knows his mom was being deliberately obtuse, but Olivia kept trying to explain it to her. When she finally noticed the twinkle in Natalia’s eyes Rafe thought maybe Olivia’s temper might show. Instead she snorted and said, “ Good one Jane.”
He was confused, what Emma’s old nanny had to do with that situation was beyond him. But his mother got this nostalgic look in her eye and after a second replied, “Thanks Jane.”
He thinks they’d gone a little mad at the time, and not for the first time he sort of wished he was back at Frank’s place in guy-ville where things made more sense. But even now he can’t deny the happiness he sees in his mother’s eyes every night when Olivia gets home from work and pokes her head into the kitchen to greet his mother with a cheery “Hey Jane.”
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A Deity
“Was it…” Natalia hesitates, and Olivia wishes for a little more light in the room so she can read the other woman’s eyes a little easier. “I mean… did you… was I…”
Olivia swallows to clear her throat, sure that Natalia can hear the tremor in her voice anyway. “Oh yes,” she admits quickly, attempting to reassure the woman next to her. “It was, a-and I… Oh yes,” and she stops again, now glad there’s not enough light in the room. Glad that Natalia can’t see the blush that started on her cheeks, but is rapidly spreading down her very exposed chest. Christ when did she turn into a fumbling teenager. She hasn’t been this awkward since, well ever; she’s never been this awkward. “Was it…for you I mean,” she plows on. “Did you?”
“Oh yes, “ Natalia confirms with a dreamy sigh.
And Olivia finally breathes a sigh of relief. As much as she’s enjoyed their first time together, and she’s really enjoyed it, she was still a little frightened of how receptive Natalia really would be. Her body finally relaxes into the feelings of lassitude that usually follow good sex.
“One question though,” Natalia’s voice breaks into her peace.
Olivia is beyond relaxed and swimming in the comfort brought on by her relief, so she misses the teasing tone of the woman across from her. “What’s that,” she asks, fighting to keep her words from slurring.
“Was I really that good,” Natalia asks with feigned innocence.
The question jolts Olivia out of her post coital daze, but she’s too shocked to form a response. “Because you kept calling me God,” Natalia continues, her voice taking on a slightly superior tone.
Apparently it not so dark in the room that Natalia can’t see the expression on Olivia’s face, because she lets out a little giggle and continues to tease, “Really Olivia, it’s such a big name to live up to. And aren’t you a little worried that it might go to my head?”
“Y-yyou… you,” Olivia stutters. Natalia is still laughing at her, and it takes her a moment to comprehend that her sweet, shy, Natalia is teasing her. In bed. About sex. “I’ve created a monster,” she gives in.
Natalia responds with more laughter, but it only takes Olivia a moment and then she’s using Natalia’s laughter as a distraction. She rolls across the bed pinning the brunette beneath her. And now they’re close enough that she can read the expression on the other woman’s face despite the darkness. She sees the need flare up in Natalia’s brown eyes and feels her own body respond. “ I’ll give you a big head,” Olivia mutters, as she slants her mouth over Natalia’s to begin the night’s activities anew.
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Secret Identity
Olivia is neck deep into a project for The Beacon, finical papers spread out all over the living room, when she hears a clatter in the kitchen. She just busy enough that she thinks about ignoring it and reaching for the coffee Natalia had bought out to her ten minutes ago, when the clatter is followed by a muffled curse. It’s not the word itself that has her standing quickly and moving towards the kitchen. She’s heard worse before; she’s said worse before. It’s the person the word has come from that has her most concerned. Natalia hardly ever swears.
Poking her head into the kitchen she sees Natalia leaning over a spilled bowl of what looks like cupcake batter. She vaguely remembers Emma’s apologetic request, made over the dinner table, for enough of the treats to share with her class tomorrow. A request that she forgot to mention that she’d promised the week before. Natalia had looked a little put upon by Emma’s request, but in the end she had nodded and agreed to make the cupcakes after dinner. Beyond Natalia’s crouched figure Olivia can see the counter covered in the ingredients needed to make said cupcakes, along with a half-full pot of coffee that she’s sure is the source of the cup Natalia had deposited on the table for her ten minutes ago. She can also see the kitchen table littered with several stacks of manuscripts that have become Natalia’s constant companions in the days following her agreement to work for Blake. And just beyond the table hangs one of Rafe’s white business shirts, suspended from the doorway to the mudroom, waiting to be starched and pressed just the way he likes it, in preparation for an interview Olivia suddenly remembers him mentioning after he flew in from school.
Too caught up in her own drama with the work she had brought home, Olivia never noticed the look of resignation in Natalia’s eyes as each task had been piled on her shoulders. It was hard to miss now, with Natalia muttering indecipherable words as she scooped up as much of the batter as she could off the floor. The stoop of her shoulders and the suddenly audible, damnit have Olivia moving quickly towards the exhausted brunette.
“Hey there Suppergirl,” she begins softly, her hands reaching out to rest on Natalia’s weary shoulders. “What’s going on in Metropolis?”
Natalia leans into the caress and lets out a sigh. “Same old, same old,” she replies with a tired shrug of her shoulders.
Olivia pulls Natalia back until the brunette is leaning against her body, and presses a comforting kiss to the younger woman’s temple. “I know,” she soothes, “buildings to leap and speeding bullets to stop.”
Natalia chuckles, and Olivia feels a little of the tension drain out of her body. “How about a sidekick,” Olivia suggests.
Natalia pulls out of Olivia’s arms and turns to look her in the face. “What about your proposal,” she protests.
Olivia reaches up to smooth her hands down Natalia’s arms, and pulls the weary brunette back into the circle of her own arms. “Every supper hero needs a sidekick. Besides I need a break from those numbers, it’s all starting to blur together.”
Natalia pulls back enough to look Olivia in the eye, her skepticism written clearly across her face. She knows how important this presentation is for Olivia and the future of The Beacon. But Olivia silences her protest with a quick peck on the mouth, before releasing her and turning them both towards the mess that awaits them in the kitchen. “So,” she says, raising her hand in a jaunty salute. “Olivia Spencer reporting for sidekick duty.”
Natalia’s laughter rings though the kitchen, her body relaxing with the comfort of a burdened shared. “Okay,” she relents. “But one thing,” she adds, turning to shoot Olivia a mischievous grin over her shoulder.
“What’s that,” Olivia asks, one perfect eyebrow arched in response to Natalia’s grin.
Natalia turns back to her again, arms reaching out to wrap around the taller woman’s waist, a full blown smile breaking out across her face, dimples and all. “It’s not Suppergirl,” she announces with aplomb. “It’s Batgirl. I’d rather be Batgirl. She had way better gadgets and really, I look so much better in black and yellow then I do in red and blue.”
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Endearment
The first time Olivia says it, she says it to shock. They’re standing in the middle of Towers and Natalia can feel the weight of Olivia’s arm around her waist and the weight of the eyes of those women on her heart. And in the middle of the point Olivia’s trying to make the word slips out. Honey. Afterwards Natalia’s suspended somewhere between shock and anger, and if she’s ever honest with herself secret thrills, so the occasion never gets marked.
The first time Olivia means it she’s wrapped in the older woman’s arms seeking solace for a mistake she thinks she’s made. The comfort and warmth of those arms steady the ground under her feet, but its Olivia’s whispered assurances that give her wings to fly from the nest once more. It will be okay honey.
By the fifth time she’s already lost track. It’s in the notes posted on their refrigerator, Honey, can you pick up some more milk on your way home from work? It’s recorded forever on her voice mail, Hey honey, my meeting ran late, but I’m on my way. It’s painted across her skin by little frissons of arousal that shoot through her body when it’s forced from Olivia’s mouth on a breathy moan, Oh Natalia honey, yes.
It’s such a simple word, and an easy declaration that slips from the thoughts and lips of the woman that loves her. It colors their relationship in hues of surprise, support, comfort, passion and joy, but most of all love.
.
Pairing: GL Otalia
Rating: PG I think, although I grew up in the 80's when you could get away with a little skin and a few swear words and still maintain that PG rating.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own them. If I did they'd be making more with teh sex and less with teh sucks.
Spoilers:They love each other, and they know it. Well everyone knows it.
A/N: In response to this rocketchick.livejournal.com/45978.html I sent in a prompt and got this Five pet names Olivia used for Natalia other than "Princess." I thought I'd give it a shot in hopes that I could entice rocketchick in a game of I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Here's hoping...
Canonized
In the beginning, the name Saint Natalia was a way to mock Natalia’s faith and the way she chose to live her life. It only served to highlight the glairing differences between them. Olivia relished in the opportunity to let the name slip out of her mouth, dripping with scorn and derision, just to see Natalia flinch. She uses it as put down with Gus to show him how much better she is, as a justification with Josh to exemplify their struggles to find common ground and as an enticement to Frank when she tries to push the two of them together. But now, kneeling at the foot of their bed, Natalia’s body stretched out before her, Olivia hears the name in her head once more. And it becomes something all together different. She sees her self praying to this woman, thanking her reverently, building shrines and creating idols all in her name. Saint Natalia guide me
********
A Two Person Team
Rafe is never sure where it came from, he thinks it started one Sunday morning over breakfast, when he’d still been a little too freaked out about their relationship to ask why they do the things they do. They had been talking about their week and Olivia got caught up in some off color moment that had happened at the hotel. She was trying to explain it to his mother, and he knows his mom was being deliberately obtuse, but Olivia kept trying to explain it to her. When she finally noticed the twinkle in Natalia’s eyes Rafe thought maybe Olivia’s temper might show. Instead she snorted and said, “ Good one Jane.”
He was confused, what Emma’s old nanny had to do with that situation was beyond him. But his mother got this nostalgic look in her eye and after a second replied, “Thanks Jane.”
He thinks they’d gone a little mad at the time, and not for the first time he sort of wished he was back at Frank’s place in guy-ville where things made more sense. But even now he can’t deny the happiness he sees in his mother’s eyes every night when Olivia gets home from work and pokes her head into the kitchen to greet his mother with a cheery “Hey Jane.”
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A Deity
“Was it…” Natalia hesitates, and Olivia wishes for a little more light in the room so she can read the other woman’s eyes a little easier. “I mean… did you… was I…”
Olivia swallows to clear her throat, sure that Natalia can hear the tremor in her voice anyway. “Oh yes,” she admits quickly, attempting to reassure the woman next to her. “It was, a-and I… Oh yes,” and she stops again, now glad there’s not enough light in the room. Glad that Natalia can’t see the blush that started on her cheeks, but is rapidly spreading down her very exposed chest. Christ when did she turn into a fumbling teenager. She hasn’t been this awkward since, well ever; she’s never been this awkward. “Was it…for you I mean,” she plows on. “Did you?”
“Oh yes, “ Natalia confirms with a dreamy sigh.
And Olivia finally breathes a sigh of relief. As much as she’s enjoyed their first time together, and she’s really enjoyed it, she was still a little frightened of how receptive Natalia really would be. Her body finally relaxes into the feelings of lassitude that usually follow good sex.
“One question though,” Natalia’s voice breaks into her peace.
Olivia is beyond relaxed and swimming in the comfort brought on by her relief, so she misses the teasing tone of the woman across from her. “What’s that,” she asks, fighting to keep her words from slurring.
“Was I really that good,” Natalia asks with feigned innocence.
The question jolts Olivia out of her post coital daze, but she’s too shocked to form a response. “Because you kept calling me God,” Natalia continues, her voice taking on a slightly superior tone.
Apparently it not so dark in the room that Natalia can’t see the expression on Olivia’s face, because she lets out a little giggle and continues to tease, “Really Olivia, it’s such a big name to live up to. And aren’t you a little worried that it might go to my head?”
“Y-yyou… you,” Olivia stutters. Natalia is still laughing at her, and it takes her a moment to comprehend that her sweet, shy, Natalia is teasing her. In bed. About sex. “I’ve created a monster,” she gives in.
Natalia responds with more laughter, but it only takes Olivia a moment and then she’s using Natalia’s laughter as a distraction. She rolls across the bed pinning the brunette beneath her. And now they’re close enough that she can read the expression on the other woman’s face despite the darkness. She sees the need flare up in Natalia’s brown eyes and feels her own body respond. “ I’ll give you a big head,” Olivia mutters, as she slants her mouth over Natalia’s to begin the night’s activities anew.
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Secret Identity
Olivia is neck deep into a project for The Beacon, finical papers spread out all over the living room, when she hears a clatter in the kitchen. She just busy enough that she thinks about ignoring it and reaching for the coffee Natalia had bought out to her ten minutes ago, when the clatter is followed by a muffled curse. It’s not the word itself that has her standing quickly and moving towards the kitchen. She’s heard worse before; she’s said worse before. It’s the person the word has come from that has her most concerned. Natalia hardly ever swears.
Poking her head into the kitchen she sees Natalia leaning over a spilled bowl of what looks like cupcake batter. She vaguely remembers Emma’s apologetic request, made over the dinner table, for enough of the treats to share with her class tomorrow. A request that she forgot to mention that she’d promised the week before. Natalia had looked a little put upon by Emma’s request, but in the end she had nodded and agreed to make the cupcakes after dinner. Beyond Natalia’s crouched figure Olivia can see the counter covered in the ingredients needed to make said cupcakes, along with a half-full pot of coffee that she’s sure is the source of the cup Natalia had deposited on the table for her ten minutes ago. She can also see the kitchen table littered with several stacks of manuscripts that have become Natalia’s constant companions in the days following her agreement to work for Blake. And just beyond the table hangs one of Rafe’s white business shirts, suspended from the doorway to the mudroom, waiting to be starched and pressed just the way he likes it, in preparation for an interview Olivia suddenly remembers him mentioning after he flew in from school.
Too caught up in her own drama with the work she had brought home, Olivia never noticed the look of resignation in Natalia’s eyes as each task had been piled on her shoulders. It was hard to miss now, with Natalia muttering indecipherable words as she scooped up as much of the batter as she could off the floor. The stoop of her shoulders and the suddenly audible, damnit have Olivia moving quickly towards the exhausted brunette.
“Hey there Suppergirl,” she begins softly, her hands reaching out to rest on Natalia’s weary shoulders. “What’s going on in Metropolis?”
Natalia leans into the caress and lets out a sigh. “Same old, same old,” she replies with a tired shrug of her shoulders.
Olivia pulls Natalia back until the brunette is leaning against her body, and presses a comforting kiss to the younger woman’s temple. “I know,” she soothes, “buildings to leap and speeding bullets to stop.”
Natalia chuckles, and Olivia feels a little of the tension drain out of her body. “How about a sidekick,” Olivia suggests.
Natalia pulls out of Olivia’s arms and turns to look her in the face. “What about your proposal,” she protests.
Olivia reaches up to smooth her hands down Natalia’s arms, and pulls the weary brunette back into the circle of her own arms. “Every supper hero needs a sidekick. Besides I need a break from those numbers, it’s all starting to blur together.”
Natalia pulls back enough to look Olivia in the eye, her skepticism written clearly across her face. She knows how important this presentation is for Olivia and the future of The Beacon. But Olivia silences her protest with a quick peck on the mouth, before releasing her and turning them both towards the mess that awaits them in the kitchen. “So,” she says, raising her hand in a jaunty salute. “Olivia Spencer reporting for sidekick duty.”
Natalia’s laughter rings though the kitchen, her body relaxing with the comfort of a burdened shared. “Okay,” she relents. “But one thing,” she adds, turning to shoot Olivia a mischievous grin over her shoulder.
“What’s that,” Olivia asks, one perfect eyebrow arched in response to Natalia’s grin.
Natalia turns back to her again, arms reaching out to wrap around the taller woman’s waist, a full blown smile breaking out across her face, dimples and all. “It’s not Suppergirl,” she announces with aplomb. “It’s Batgirl. I’d rather be Batgirl. She had way better gadgets and really, I look so much better in black and yellow then I do in red and blue.”
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Endearment
The first time Olivia says it, she says it to shock. They’re standing in the middle of Towers and Natalia can feel the weight of Olivia’s arm around her waist and the weight of the eyes of those women on her heart. And in the middle of the point Olivia’s trying to make the word slips out. Honey. Afterwards Natalia’s suspended somewhere between shock and anger, and if she’s ever honest with herself secret thrills, so the occasion never gets marked.
The first time Olivia means it she’s wrapped in the older woman’s arms seeking solace for a mistake she thinks she’s made. The comfort and warmth of those arms steady the ground under her feet, but its Olivia’s whispered assurances that give her wings to fly from the nest once more. It will be okay honey.
By the fifth time she’s already lost track. It’s in the notes posted on their refrigerator, Honey, can you pick up some more milk on your way home from work? It’s recorded forever on her voice mail, Hey honey, my meeting ran late, but I’m on my way. It’s painted across her skin by little frissons of arousal that shoot through her body when it’s forced from Olivia’s mouth on a breathy moan, Oh Natalia honey, yes.
It’s such a simple word, and an easy declaration that slips from the thoughts and lips of the woman that loves her. It colors their relationship in hues of surprise, support, comfort, passion and joy, but most of all love.
.