Fic: If Only
Title: If Only
Author: laughsunshine
Rating: PG
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia - Guiding Light
Disclaimer: I own nothing & no profits are being made. CBS/Proctor & Gamble own it all.
Summary: Three little drabbles with 'what ifs'. What if something else happened after some of these monumental moments? What if the s/l took a turn? Inspired by old Otalia clips &gilligankane 's fic here. Check it out.
A/N: Ever heard Rihanna's song 'Rehab'? It would be the perfect angsty song for Olivia & her drinking scenes. Just throwing it out there.
Drabble #1 - Olivia's POV on 3/26/09:
The second you walked into the room I felt your presence. The sedatives were wearing off and I was going to open my eyes...but you started talking. I kept my eyes shut. And you talked. And you said things. Things I only dreamed I thought I'd hear. You make me happy. You said those words and I was fearful that it was just side effects from the sedatives. But then I felt your breath on my forehead and shaky fingers pushing my hair back. I swear my heart skipped a beat. And then your lips. Warm and tender on my forehead. It's a moment, a feeling, I'll always keep inside my heart. Slowly I feel your lips pull away and I can now feel your breath over my own lips. Panic runs through me. What have I done to you? This isn't what you want. I'm bad...poison...Natalia. You're going to get married. I don't deserve you. As much as I want your lips on mine, I should stop this. I use every ounce of willpower I can muster. So I open my eyes and act surprised to see you so close to me. And this game, this torture, these feelings that we keep running circles around will continue their marathon.
But when I look you in the eyes, I see something reflecting back at me that I've never seen from you before. And before I know what's happening, your lips are secured onto mine. Your tongue is teasing at the entrance of my mouth. And without question I invite it in. My hands find your neck and your hands find my strong shoulders. And the dance has stopped, time freezing for the longest time. And when we part, there is no guilt. There is no regret. From either of us.
"I can't lose you, I don't know what I would do without you," you whisper.
"Don't marry Frank," I whisper back.
"I won't," you reply.
Drabble #2 - Natalia's POV on 4/24/09:
"We say goodnight..." I hear you say. Your strong hands are caressing mine and your green, piercing eyes are seeing right through my insecurities and into my soul. It's funny how the simplest things mean so much more when they happen with you. "Goodnight," I say softly. Your smile falters and you slowly close the door, keeping an eye on me for as long as you can. Then all I see is the cold, hard wood of your door. I begin to walk down the hallway just a bit, my thoughts racing at lightning speed. Normal? Did I say we were normal? We've never been normal. Unless there's a popular fairytale about a hotel maid falling in love with the hotel owner after nursing her back to health, we'll never be normal. But whatever people consider normal...it usually never is. This last thought stopped me in my tracks. I turn around on my heels and beeline for Olivia's door. I pound on it relentlessly.
"Olivia!"
Olivia opens the door so quickly that I almost pound my fist into her forehead. "What's wrong?"
And I choose that moment to kiss her. If I'll never be normal, if we'll never be normal, why not go inside now? The tingling of my lips between hers diminishes all of my thoughts as I push myself into her hotel room.