FIC: Whatever It Takes
Title: Whatever It Takes
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: R, I suppose.
Notes: I started writing this right after Natalia barged in on Olivia and Matt at the Towers. So it splits off on its own after that. Think of it as my idea of what the two of them would REALLY have to deal with before they could (presumably) stroll of into the sunset together.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
NEW!!
After battling Olivia over whether or not to have nap in the middle of the afternoon, Natalia had eventually given in and allowed herself to be led upstairs to the bedroom, showered quickly and then collapsed into bed. She had looked at the clock on the bedside, glaring 3:04 PM, and cursed that she'd never be able to sleep through the night after a nap so late in the day.
Somewhere in the midst of worrying about how she'd ever sleep properly again, what to make for dinner, and what the hell to make of her recent relationship developments, the tired woman fell asleep. And she slept, hard. Vaguely recalling the din of movement downstairs in the kitchen, the sensation of a body curled up next to her, Natalia awoke to a bit of confusion.
Turning to the clock once again, she took note of the time. 7:17... the colon in between the numerals flashed, like a wakeup call. It took her until the clock turned another minute until she realized. The sun was shining. It was not, in fact, 7 PM, but 7 AM. The evening had come and gone, took the night with it, and brought the morning.
"Oh my god," she sat up with a start. Looking around the bedroom, she saw that everything was just as she had left it. Clothes in the hamper, robe draped over the door that connected her bedroom to the bathroom. A glass of water by the bedside, which she did not remember drinking, much less asking for. And one Olivia Spencer, pillow half over eyes, blocking the sunlight streaming across her face from the half-open blinds.
Natalia took her in for a minute. Long pants and a thin tank top, revealing just enough of Olivia's form to peak her curiosity. Forearm bent across the pillow with abandon, body above the blankets, presumably to preserve Natalia's modesty. She could feel her own bare skin against the sheets, and she found she was wearing nothing more than a short nightgown, made shorter by her pregnant belly, and nothing else at all.
For a few moments, she alternated between admiring Olivia's chivalry and thinking for sure that something was wrong. She was, after all, her girlfriend, wasn't she? They had already surmounted so many obstacles, had ventured well into "I Love You" territory and even set up camp there. So why would she, Miss Super Confident Olivia Spencer, not just climb under the sheets with her?!
"You're thinking out loud," the body next to her suddenly announced, the voice muffled beneath the pillow.
Natalia pulled her hand to her mouth immediately, an innocently surprised look on her face. She watched as Olivia slid the pillow down, revealing just her
left eye. The eyebrow above it was cocked in full "Oh yeah, this is really happening" fashion.
"Did I... did I say that out loud?" Natalia asked.
Giving up on sleep, Olivia, in feigned annoyance, moved the pillow from over her face to behind her head. "I think what you said exactly was, 'What's wrong with her? Is she afraid to sleep with me?' "
Natalia laughed nervously. "Well, I'm sorry. I don't know... I'm just really disoriented. It's seven in the morning? You let me sleep all the way through the night?!"
"You're pregnant. That's what pregnant women do, Natalia. Even when they aren't up for twenty-something hours the night before. Pregnant women sleep, and eat, and... cry."
A playful slap cracked across Olivia's upper arm. "Oh, if I'm just the crazy pregnant lady," Natalia quipped, hands gesturing in the air around her, "then what does that make you? The dutiful husband?"
Olivia contemplated for a moment, then turned to Natalia, propped up on one elbow. "Yeah, something like that," she smiled, kissing Natalia's forearm, the nearest part of her she could reach. With that the younger woman slid back down to the prone position, propping her head up in mirror image to Olivia's, on her elbow.
"I meant that, you know." Natalia offered, but when Olivia looked confused, she continued. "You don't have to be so... gentlemanly, Olivia. We're way behind the curve as it is, and if you insist on all this medieval chivalry, we may be sharing a retirement condo before we've even kissed."
Olivia laughed at her partner's frankness. Her smile was mischievous and innocent all at once, and Natalia melted. "Yeah," she egged Olivia on. "More of that. That will help get us back on track."
And just like that, like they'd been doing it all their lives, Olivia leaned in and planted a simple but meaningful kiss on Natalia's lips. Brief, but long enough that Natalia could feel the other woman's smile as they met.
There was a beat, and then Natalia returned the kiss, leaning in for another, and letting it linger just a millisecond longer.
The two looked at each other and took a moment to playfully congratulate themselves. "Hang on another minute, I'm waiting for the roof to collapse on my head," Olivia joked, eyes to the ceiling above them.
"Where's Emma?" Natalia asked, seemingly a non sequitur.
"Where'd that come from? She's probably asleep in her room... in her old room," Olivia corrected. "She was thrilled to spend the night."
Natalia felt relieved, filling in some of the blanks she had missed while she was asleep all those hours. "What did you do for dinner?"
Olivia exhaled deliberately. "What... What does it matter? We were making progress, Natalia!"
"Well I just wanted to..." Natalia trailed off, noticing Olivia's mild irritation. "Aww, are you frustrated, Olivia?" She dragged out the word, mocking her.
"No," the older woman answered abruptly. "Yes. A little."
Natalia couldn't bear to make the beautiful woman in bed next to her wait any longer, so she pulled up at the sheets, inviting Olivia beneath them. Ending her minor pouting fit, Olivia slid inside the fabric and Natalia wiggled closer to her.
Natalia could feel her face redden a bit, and she became slightly embarrassed for the first time. "I feel so huge, like I can't get close enough to you."
Olivia gave her a crooked smile. "It's closer than we've ever been."
They both smiled, and Natalia reached for Olivia's hip, tentatively clinging to the waistband she found there. Olivia untangled her free hand and wound her fingers through long, dark locks. Slowly, Natalia let her eyes flutter shut, and when she could feel Olivia's breath on her cheek, she pushed forward, their lips meeting in a crack of electricity.
Lips explored lips, and necks, and cheeks, and eyelids. Hands roamed on and off the map; over their clothes, under them... never stopping for too long, but just long enough to claim each spot. Olivia rubbed hard in the places she knew Natalia would be sore, and she was met with soft pleas for more. Natalia scraped her nails lightly against Olivia's skin, gauging her response.
Their bodies remained intertwined when Natalia pulled back, her lips pink and swollen from the extended session. Her breath came in shallow, quick gasps. "I love you, Olivia."
Green eyes met hers in an instant. "And I love you, Natalia."
"We should probably get up," Natalia whispered, her mouth close enough to Olivia's ear that she took a swipe at it with her tongue.
Olivia groaned and rolled over, her body hovering above the other woman. Her voice came out in a growl: "Five more minutes!"
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: R, I suppose.
Notes: I started writing this right after Natalia barged in on Olivia and Matt at the Towers. So it splits off on its own after that. Think of it as my idea of what the two of them would REALLY have to deal with before they could (presumably) stroll of into the sunset together.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
NEW!!
After battling Olivia over whether or not to have nap in the middle of the afternoon, Natalia had eventually given in and allowed herself to be led upstairs to the bedroom, showered quickly and then collapsed into bed. She had looked at the clock on the bedside, glaring 3:04 PM, and cursed that she'd never be able to sleep through the night after a nap so late in the day.
Somewhere in the midst of worrying about how she'd ever sleep properly again, what to make for dinner, and what the hell to make of her recent relationship developments, the tired woman fell asleep. And she slept, hard. Vaguely recalling the din of movement downstairs in the kitchen, the sensation of a body curled up next to her, Natalia awoke to a bit of confusion.
Turning to the clock once again, she took note of the time. 7:17... the colon in between the numerals flashed, like a wakeup call. It took her until the clock turned another minute until she realized. The sun was shining. It was not, in fact, 7 PM, but 7 AM. The evening had come and gone, took the night with it, and brought the morning.
"Oh my god," she sat up with a start. Looking around the bedroom, she saw that everything was just as she had left it. Clothes in the hamper, robe draped over the door that connected her bedroom to the bathroom. A glass of water by the bedside, which she did not remember drinking, much less asking for. And one Olivia Spencer, pillow half over eyes, blocking the sunlight streaming across her face from the half-open blinds.
Natalia took her in for a minute. Long pants and a thin tank top, revealing just enough of Olivia's form to peak her curiosity. Forearm bent across the pillow with abandon, body above the blankets, presumably to preserve Natalia's modesty. She could feel her own bare skin against the sheets, and she found she was wearing nothing more than a short nightgown, made shorter by her pregnant belly, and nothing else at all.
For a few moments, she alternated between admiring Olivia's chivalry and thinking for sure that something was wrong. She was, after all, her girlfriend, wasn't she? They had already surmounted so many obstacles, had ventured well into "I Love You" territory and even set up camp there. So why would she, Miss Super Confident Olivia Spencer, not just climb under the sheets with her?!
"You're thinking out loud," the body next to her suddenly announced, the voice muffled beneath the pillow.
Natalia pulled her hand to her mouth immediately, an innocently surprised look on her face. She watched as Olivia slid the pillow down, revealing just her
left eye. The eyebrow above it was cocked in full "Oh yeah, this is really happening" fashion.
"Did I... did I say that out loud?" Natalia asked.
Giving up on sleep, Olivia, in feigned annoyance, moved the pillow from over her face to behind her head. "I think what you said exactly was, 'What's wrong with her? Is she afraid to sleep with me?' "
Natalia laughed nervously. "Well, I'm sorry. I don't know... I'm just really disoriented. It's seven in the morning? You let me sleep all the way through the night?!"
"You're pregnant. That's what pregnant women do, Natalia. Even when they aren't up for twenty-something hours the night before. Pregnant women sleep, and eat, and... cry."
A playful slap cracked across Olivia's upper arm. "Oh, if I'm just the crazy pregnant lady," Natalia quipped, hands gesturing in the air around her, "then what does that make you? The dutiful husband?"
Olivia contemplated for a moment, then turned to Natalia, propped up on one elbow. "Yeah, something like that," she smiled, kissing Natalia's forearm, the nearest part of her she could reach. With that the younger woman slid back down to the prone position, propping her head up in mirror image to Olivia's, on her elbow.
"I meant that, you know." Natalia offered, but when Olivia looked confused, she continued. "You don't have to be so... gentlemanly, Olivia. We're way behind the curve as it is, and if you insist on all this medieval chivalry, we may be sharing a retirement condo before we've even kissed."
Olivia laughed at her partner's frankness. Her smile was mischievous and innocent all at once, and Natalia melted. "Yeah," she egged Olivia on. "More of that. That will help get us back on track."
And just like that, like they'd been doing it all their lives, Olivia leaned in and planted a simple but meaningful kiss on Natalia's lips. Brief, but long enough that Natalia could feel the other woman's smile as they met.
There was a beat, and then Natalia returned the kiss, leaning in for another, and letting it linger just a millisecond longer.
The two looked at each other and took a moment to playfully congratulate themselves. "Hang on another minute, I'm waiting for the roof to collapse on my head," Olivia joked, eyes to the ceiling above them.
"Where's Emma?" Natalia asked, seemingly a non sequitur.
"Where'd that come from? She's probably asleep in her room... in her old room," Olivia corrected. "She was thrilled to spend the night."
Natalia felt relieved, filling in some of the blanks she had missed while she was asleep all those hours. "What did you do for dinner?"
Olivia exhaled deliberately. "What... What does it matter? We were making progress, Natalia!"
"Well I just wanted to..." Natalia trailed off, noticing Olivia's mild irritation. "Aww, are you frustrated, Olivia?" She dragged out the word, mocking her.
"No," the older woman answered abruptly. "Yes. A little."
Natalia couldn't bear to make the beautiful woman in bed next to her wait any longer, so she pulled up at the sheets, inviting Olivia beneath them. Ending her minor pouting fit, Olivia slid inside the fabric and Natalia wiggled closer to her.
Natalia could feel her face redden a bit, and she became slightly embarrassed for the first time. "I feel so huge, like I can't get close enough to you."
Olivia gave her a crooked smile. "It's closer than we've ever been."
They both smiled, and Natalia reached for Olivia's hip, tentatively clinging to the waistband she found there. Olivia untangled her free hand and wound her fingers through long, dark locks. Slowly, Natalia let her eyes flutter shut, and when she could feel Olivia's breath on her cheek, she pushed forward, their lips meeting in a crack of electricity.
Lips explored lips, and necks, and cheeks, and eyelids. Hands roamed on and off the map; over their clothes, under them... never stopping for too long, but just long enough to claim each spot. Olivia rubbed hard in the places she knew Natalia would be sore, and she was met with soft pleas for more. Natalia scraped her nails lightly against Olivia's skin, gauging her response.
Their bodies remained intertwined when Natalia pulled back, her lips pink and swollen from the extended session. Her breath came in shallow, quick gasps. "I love you, Olivia."
Green eyes met hers in an instant. "And I love you, Natalia."
"We should probably get up," Natalia whispered, her mouth close enough to Olivia's ear that she took a swipe at it with her tongue.
Olivia groaned and rolled over, her body hovering above the other woman. Her voice came out in a growl: "Five more minutes!"