FIC: Bad Things 4/?
Title: Bad Things
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
Summary: Canon up till the scene after the kiss, which is reenacted in this fic. Natalia tries to figure out her feelings for Olivia.
A/N: Don't worry guys, I will definitely finish Burnt Sugar. I just had to get this story out of my head in the interim... :) Hope it's a fun ride!
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With the help of Tim, a bulky security guard who had worked at the Beacon for over ten years now, Natalia managed to get Doris into a room at the Beacon through a back way without drawing too much attention.
"Thank you so much, Tim," Natalia said after he deposited a lightly snoring Doris Wolfe on a bed.
"My pleasure, Ms. Rivera." Tim cleared his throat. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, I'll call Housekeeping if I need anything, Tim. Thank you. And this..." Natalia gesticulated with her hand, "...stays between the four of us." She shot Doris Wolfe and frowned. "Make that three."
Tim nodded earnestly. "Ms. Spencer made it quite clear."
"Great, thanks again, Tim," Natalia said, smiling warmly. When Tim left, Natalia swivelled around with her fists on her hips and sighed. This was a completely unexpected turn of events.
*
Doris woke up feeling like something had died in her mouth. She grimaced even before she opened her eyes and rolled over in her bed, reaching for a pillow to hide her head under. Her brows furrowed when her hand met a pillow that felt foreign to her. She risked cracking open an eye.
Did she score?
Muddled images fluttered into her brain, making her grimace again. Thinking hurt. She opened her other eye to survey her surroundings. If she did score, she scored a classy chick, that's for sure. Then she looked down at herself and frowned. She was still fully clothed, sans shoes and jacket.
Doris sat herself up in bed, moaning when her world tilted. She felt a wave of nausea rising and took a deep breath to try and disperse the feeling.
"You're up. How're you feeling?"
Doris almost jumped out of her skin at that. She looked around the dimly lit hotel room and finally made out someone standing at the door. "I'll live. Where am I?" she croaked, cringing at the sound of her voice.
"The Beacon. There's a bottle of water by the bed if you need it."
Doris risked another look at the woman as she reached for the water. The last thing she could remember from the night before was how she had her hands entangled in a dark mane of hair at Farley's, gasping when sharp teeth grazed her lower lip. The thought made her lower lip tingle in response.
"Did you want any money for the cab or the room?" she asked, guessing that they must have cabbed it; she had been absolutely hammered. She gulped the water down hungrily, feeling a tad better immediately.
Natalia frowned. "What cab?"
Oops. "Sorry, honey, things are a little fuzzy at the moment. Did you drive us here from Farley's?" Doris frowned at the woman. "You were pretty drunk yourself, if I can recall. Damn, you bit my lip really hard. I'm surprised you didn't draw blood," Doris said, chuckling to herself as she touched a finger to her lip. Actually, her body ached all over. Perhaps she did score after all.
Natalia's eyes widened. "Wha - I did no such thing!"
"Don't be shy. I like aggressive women," Doris said, wiggling her brows slightly before she grimaced. That hurt.
"Mayor Wolfe, I don't know who you think I am, but whoever it is, I'm not her," Natalia said firmly as she stepped further into the room, allowing Doris to see her face fully.
Oh shit, shit, shit.
TBC
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
Summary: Canon up till the scene after the kiss, which is reenacted in this fic. Natalia tries to figure out her feelings for Olivia.
A/N: Don't worry guys, I will definitely finish Burnt Sugar. I just had to get this story out of my head in the interim... :) Hope it's a fun ride!
1&2 | 3
4
With the help of Tim, a bulky security guard who had worked at the Beacon for over ten years now, Natalia managed to get Doris into a room at the Beacon through a back way without drawing too much attention.
"Thank you so much, Tim," Natalia said after he deposited a lightly snoring Doris Wolfe on a bed.
"My pleasure, Ms. Rivera." Tim cleared his throat. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, I'll call Housekeeping if I need anything, Tim. Thank you. And this..." Natalia gesticulated with her hand, "...stays between the four of us." She shot Doris Wolfe and frowned. "Make that three."
Tim nodded earnestly. "Ms. Spencer made it quite clear."
"Great, thanks again, Tim," Natalia said, smiling warmly. When Tim left, Natalia swivelled around with her fists on her hips and sighed. This was a completely unexpected turn of events.
*
Doris woke up feeling like something had died in her mouth. She grimaced even before she opened her eyes and rolled over in her bed, reaching for a pillow to hide her head under. Her brows furrowed when her hand met a pillow that felt foreign to her. She risked cracking open an eye.
Did she score?
Muddled images fluttered into her brain, making her grimace again. Thinking hurt. She opened her other eye to survey her surroundings. If she did score, she scored a classy chick, that's for sure. Then she looked down at herself and frowned. She was still fully clothed, sans shoes and jacket.
Doris sat herself up in bed, moaning when her world tilted. She felt a wave of nausea rising and took a deep breath to try and disperse the feeling.
"You're up. How're you feeling?"
Doris almost jumped out of her skin at that. She looked around the dimly lit hotel room and finally made out someone standing at the door. "I'll live. Where am I?" she croaked, cringing at the sound of her voice.
"The Beacon. There's a bottle of water by the bed if you need it."
Doris risked another look at the woman as she reached for the water. The last thing she could remember from the night before was how she had her hands entangled in a dark mane of hair at Farley's, gasping when sharp teeth grazed her lower lip. The thought made her lower lip tingle in response.
"Did you want any money for the cab or the room?" she asked, guessing that they must have cabbed it; she had been absolutely hammered. She gulped the water down hungrily, feeling a tad better immediately.
Natalia frowned. "What cab?"
Oops. "Sorry, honey, things are a little fuzzy at the moment. Did you drive us here from Farley's?" Doris frowned at the woman. "You were pretty drunk yourself, if I can recall. Damn, you bit my lip really hard. I'm surprised you didn't draw blood," Doris said, chuckling to herself as she touched a finger to her lip. Actually, her body ached all over. Perhaps she did score after all.
Natalia's eyes widened. "Wha - I did no such thing!"
"Don't be shy. I like aggressive women," Doris said, wiggling her brows slightly before she grimaced. That hurt.
"Mayor Wolfe, I don't know who you think I am, but whoever it is, I'm not her," Natalia said firmly as she stepped further into the room, allowing Doris to see her face fully.
Oh shit, shit, shit.
TBC