Guiding Light Fic: Chocolates and Cupcakes
Title: Chocolates and Cupcakes
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia, Natalia, Blake and Doris friendship - there's no naughtiness in this one
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the cupcakes
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None. Lets assume they all like each other again.
Summary: Olivia, Natalia and Blake aren’t about to let Doris ignore her birthday
A/N: I was all set to do some work today. Then people started pointing out that it was Orlagh Cassidy’s birthday, and fluffy birthday fic happened instead.
Olivia looked up at the soft knock on the door, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she took in the figure standing in the doorway. Glancing around several times to check that no-one was watching before slipping into the office and closing the door behind her, the only way Ashlee Wolfe could have looked more furtive were if she had borrowed her mother’s trench coat and fedora. The hotelier smiled warmly in welcome, although her eyes betrayed her confusion, as the younger woman settled into the chair in front of her and took a deep breath.
“I shouldn’t really be here...” the blonde began, her eyes scanning the room as if to make doubly sure that they were alone. She wrung her fingers together nervously.
“Go on,” Olivia prompted, her curiosity growing by the second.
Ashlee licked her lips, an illicit thrill running through her at the thought of what she was about to do. “It’s just that I’ve never really known my mom have a friend before you,” she explained, frowning as she suddenly doubted herself. “You are friends, aren’t you?”
Olivia chuckled softly. “Yes, I suppose we are,” she answered, a warm feeling spreading through her stomach as she reflected on what that meant.
“Ok, good.” Ashlee grinned, relieved. “Then I thought you might like to know that it’s mom’s birthday today. She won’t let me make a fuss about it, but I thought it would be nice...” She trailed off, suddenly worried that she was giving away far too many of her mother’s secrets, but an expectant look from the hotelier spurred her on. “It’s just... I thought it would be nice if she had a card from someone other than me, for once,” Ashlee finally finished, her words coming out in a rush.
Olivia smiled as the blonde stared at her anxiously, fearful that she’d overstepped the mark. “I’m on it,” she reassured her with a wink, reaching for her cell phone as the younger woman stood up to leave. “Consider it done.”
***
Doris sighed as she tidied the papers on her desk and prepared to leave the office. It had been an uneventful day, all told. Ashlee had popped in halfway through the morning with a card (now safely hidden in her briefcase, away from prying eyes) and a large bouquet of flowers (sitting in a vase on the desk, because of course flowers alone proved nothing), which had been nice. Her daughter had wanted to take her out for dinner, but Doris had declined, insisting she’d rather spend the evening in front of the television with a glass of wine. Truth was, she found birthdays rather depressing. A reminder of another year gone by in which she’d failed to be popular, failed to be liked. Another year in which she’d failed to tell her daughter who she really was.
She’d been a little confused when she’d popped into Company for lunch, as she often did, and Buzz had given her extra onions on her burger, while Blake had smiled in that knowing way of hers as she’d told the mayor that her meal was on the house. Even Natalia had been acting a little strangely, giggling to herself as she sat in the corner, proofing manuscripts, every so often catching the redhead’s eye. But there was no way they could have known, of course, so she’d put it down to some piece of town gossip that she had yet to catch up on, and had thought no more about it.
Then there’d been the courier, who’d turned up at the courthouse in the early afternoon with the biggest box of chocolates Doris had ever seen. There’d been no card to identify the sender and Ashlee had denied all knowledge as she’d giggled down the phone, so Doris had supposed that it had to be a coincidence. Some happy voter or something who’d just forgotten to add their name.
***
Doris had made it home, had changed into more comfortable jeans and a sky blue tank top and had just settled down on the sofa with a glass of Chenin Blanc when the doorbell rang, shattering her tranquility. Grumbling slightly to herself, she got up to answer it, almost doing a double take when blue eyes connected with brown on the other side of the door.
“Natalia. This is a surprise.” Doris didn’t think she’d ever spoken to the woman without Olivia present, except for that one time of course, when the hotelier had been in San Francisco. So what Natalia could possibly want with her now, the mayor couldn’t imagine.
“Hi.” Natalia smiled at her, slightly nervously, but flashing her dimples nonetheless. “I heard it was, uh, a special day for you,” she began, fidgeting from foot to foot, feeling eyes boring into her. “So I thought you might like these.” She held forward a box of beautifully iced cupcakes which Doris now realised that she’d been holding behind her back, her brown eyes darting around as if she were expecting someone to be behind her.
The mayor blushed, despite her usual cool demeanor, as she reached out to take the box from the dark haired woman, inspecting it carefully, her mouth watering in anticipation of the treats inside. Natalia’s cakes were legendary, everyone in Springfield knew that. “Thank you,” Doris murmured, trying rapidly to figure out how the Latina could possibly have known. “But I don’t think I can eat all of these on my own.”
Natalia giggled in relief. She’d been far from convinced by Olivia’s plan, remembering the mayor’s condescending comments about her baking, the last time they’d been alone together. But it seemed to be doing the trick. Slipping back into her her role, she adopted her most deadpan expression and nodded sincerely. “Oh, I know,” she breathed, her voice serious. “That’s why I brought reinforcements.” She coughed loudly, obviously a predetermined signal, as a second later Olivia and Blake stepped out from behind the bushes in the front yard, one clutching a bottle of wine, the other champagne.
“I should have known you were behind this,” Doris muttered, unable to suppress a smile as she glared at the hotelier.
Olivia grinned, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her friend’s cheek as she wished her a happy birthday. “Now what the little birdie didn’t tell me,” she teased, her eyes glistening dangerously, “was how old you are today.”
“No chance,” Doris scoffed, raising her eyebrows at her friend as she reached for the bottle of champagne with her free hand. “Or at least not until I’ve had a couple of glasses of this.” And as she led the three women through the house to fetch glasses for the toast which Olivia absolutely insisted on making, Doris decided that perhaps this year, her birthday wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia, Natalia, Blake and Doris friendship - there's no naughtiness in this one
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the cupcakes
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None. Lets assume they all like each other again.
Summary: Olivia, Natalia and Blake aren’t about to let Doris ignore her birthday
A/N: I was all set to do some work today. Then people started pointing out that it was Orlagh Cassidy’s birthday, and fluffy birthday fic happened instead.
Olivia looked up at the soft knock on the door, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she took in the figure standing in the doorway. Glancing around several times to check that no-one was watching before slipping into the office and closing the door behind her, the only way Ashlee Wolfe could have looked more furtive were if she had borrowed her mother’s trench coat and fedora. The hotelier smiled warmly in welcome, although her eyes betrayed her confusion, as the younger woman settled into the chair in front of her and took a deep breath.
“I shouldn’t really be here...” the blonde began, her eyes scanning the room as if to make doubly sure that they were alone. She wrung her fingers together nervously.
“Go on,” Olivia prompted, her curiosity growing by the second.
Ashlee licked her lips, an illicit thrill running through her at the thought of what she was about to do. “It’s just that I’ve never really known my mom have a friend before you,” she explained, frowning as she suddenly doubted herself. “You are friends, aren’t you?”
Olivia chuckled softly. “Yes, I suppose we are,” she answered, a warm feeling spreading through her stomach as she reflected on what that meant.
“Ok, good.” Ashlee grinned, relieved. “Then I thought you might like to know that it’s mom’s birthday today. She won’t let me make a fuss about it, but I thought it would be nice...” She trailed off, suddenly worried that she was giving away far too many of her mother’s secrets, but an expectant look from the hotelier spurred her on. “It’s just... I thought it would be nice if she had a card from someone other than me, for once,” Ashlee finally finished, her words coming out in a rush.
Olivia smiled as the blonde stared at her anxiously, fearful that she’d overstepped the mark. “I’m on it,” she reassured her with a wink, reaching for her cell phone as the younger woman stood up to leave. “Consider it done.”
***
Doris sighed as she tidied the papers on her desk and prepared to leave the office. It had been an uneventful day, all told. Ashlee had popped in halfway through the morning with a card (now safely hidden in her briefcase, away from prying eyes) and a large bouquet of flowers (sitting in a vase on the desk, because of course flowers alone proved nothing), which had been nice. Her daughter had wanted to take her out for dinner, but Doris had declined, insisting she’d rather spend the evening in front of the television with a glass of wine. Truth was, she found birthdays rather depressing. A reminder of another year gone by in which she’d failed to be popular, failed to be liked. Another year in which she’d failed to tell her daughter who she really was.
She’d been a little confused when she’d popped into Company for lunch, as she often did, and Buzz had given her extra onions on her burger, while Blake had smiled in that knowing way of hers as she’d told the mayor that her meal was on the house. Even Natalia had been acting a little strangely, giggling to herself as she sat in the corner, proofing manuscripts, every so often catching the redhead’s eye. But there was no way they could have known, of course, so she’d put it down to some piece of town gossip that she had yet to catch up on, and had thought no more about it.
Then there’d been the courier, who’d turned up at the courthouse in the early afternoon with the biggest box of chocolates Doris had ever seen. There’d been no card to identify the sender and Ashlee had denied all knowledge as she’d giggled down the phone, so Doris had supposed that it had to be a coincidence. Some happy voter or something who’d just forgotten to add their name.
***
Doris had made it home, had changed into more comfortable jeans and a sky blue tank top and had just settled down on the sofa with a glass of Chenin Blanc when the doorbell rang, shattering her tranquility. Grumbling slightly to herself, she got up to answer it, almost doing a double take when blue eyes connected with brown on the other side of the door.
“Natalia. This is a surprise.” Doris didn’t think she’d ever spoken to the woman without Olivia present, except for that one time of course, when the hotelier had been in San Francisco. So what Natalia could possibly want with her now, the mayor couldn’t imagine.
“Hi.” Natalia smiled at her, slightly nervously, but flashing her dimples nonetheless. “I heard it was, uh, a special day for you,” she began, fidgeting from foot to foot, feeling eyes boring into her. “So I thought you might like these.” She held forward a box of beautifully iced cupcakes which Doris now realised that she’d been holding behind her back, her brown eyes darting around as if she were expecting someone to be behind her.
The mayor blushed, despite her usual cool demeanor, as she reached out to take the box from the dark haired woman, inspecting it carefully, her mouth watering in anticipation of the treats inside. Natalia’s cakes were legendary, everyone in Springfield knew that. “Thank you,” Doris murmured, trying rapidly to figure out how the Latina could possibly have known. “But I don’t think I can eat all of these on my own.”
Natalia giggled in relief. She’d been far from convinced by Olivia’s plan, remembering the mayor’s condescending comments about her baking, the last time they’d been alone together. But it seemed to be doing the trick. Slipping back into her her role, she adopted her most deadpan expression and nodded sincerely. “Oh, I know,” she breathed, her voice serious. “That’s why I brought reinforcements.” She coughed loudly, obviously a predetermined signal, as a second later Olivia and Blake stepped out from behind the bushes in the front yard, one clutching a bottle of wine, the other champagne.
“I should have known you were behind this,” Doris muttered, unable to suppress a smile as she glared at the hotelier.
Olivia grinned, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her friend’s cheek as she wished her a happy birthday. “Now what the little birdie didn’t tell me,” she teased, her eyes glistening dangerously, “was how old you are today.”
“No chance,” Doris scoffed, raising her eyebrows at her friend as she reached for the bottle of champagne with her free hand. “Or at least not until I’ve had a couple of glasses of this.” And as she led the three women through the house to fetch glasses for the toast which Olivia absolutely insisted on making, Doris decided that perhaps this year, her birthday wasn’t going to be so bad after all.