FIC: Bad Things 14/?
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.
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14
Olivia was bored. She trailed the rim of her martini glass with a finger, stopping when it touched a cocktail stick of olives. She picked it up and brought it to her lips, which parted to enscounce the first of three olives. She touched her tongue to it and used the muscle to loosen it from the cocktail stick.
The sound of someone clearing their throat made her look up reflexively. She rolled the olive in her mouth and lifted a brow at Doris Wolfe, silently asking what the mayor was looking at.
"How about buying me a drink for all my hard work?" Doris asked with a raised brow of her own.
"Is that a pick up line? Because if it is, I'm not interested," Olivia drawled, giving the mayor a pointed look.
Doris sat down on the empty stool next to Olivia. "Oh please. Don't flatter yourself."
Olivia smiled grudgingly. She nodded at the bartender, who came over to take the mayor's order. "What are you still doing here?"
"Had lunch at your fine establishment with my daughter. She left not too long ago." Doris sipped at her drink gratefully. She needed it after an hour with Ashlee; her armour felt heavy and battered, and she longed to take it off. And somehow, she could do that with Olivia even though she didn't like the woman much because, well, Olivia knew her secret. "So where's Natalia?"
Olivia narrowed her eyes at Doris. "Why?" she asked, drawing the word out in a sinister tone.
Doris caught the implication and threw her hands in the air whilst rolling her eyes. "Oh for heaven's sake, I thought she was someone else when I said all those things to her, okay? I'm not interested in your... woman."
My woman. Olivia had to admit that the phrase didn't sound half bad. "She's not... that," she corrected Doris with a soft sigh.
"Oh?"
"She's on a date with Frank." A bitter taste enveloped her mouth when she said that. Olivia polished off her drink and signalled the bartender to bring her another one.
"Frank Cooper?" Doris asked with a tone of incredulity. Springfield was definitely running low on men if someone like Natalia only scored a Frank Cooper. "The cop?" she asked, wanting to be sure.
"Please, the world already has one too many Frank Cooper," Olivia muttered darkly.
Doris smirked at that. "I detect animosity." She beckoned for the bartender to top her drink up. "Make it a double this time," she instructed with a polite smile.
Olivia shot a sideway glance at Doris. "I'm not sure I want to have this conversation with you. I don't recall liking you very much."
"Suit yourself. I was enjoying our conversation up till now," Doris said frankly.
Olivia bit the inside of a cheek. "Yeah, me too," she said, rather surprised at the fact.
"So... how about we put our differences aside for one night and just... talk? Because I could sure use a friend right now." She saw the skeptical look Olivia threw her way and rolled her eyes. "That's how the saying goes, okay? I'm not saying that you and I could ever be friends."
"Huh. Be sure to keep that in mind," Olivia said, picking up another cocktail stick of olives. For the life of her, she could not get the memory of Natalia's story out of her mind. Maybe a hug and some friends were exactly what Doris needed to stop being a... witch.
God, she must be turning soft in her old age.
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.
1&2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13
14
Olivia was bored. She trailed the rim of her martini glass with a finger, stopping when it touched a cocktail stick of olives. She picked it up and brought it to her lips, which parted to enscounce the first of three olives. She touched her tongue to it and used the muscle to loosen it from the cocktail stick.
The sound of someone clearing their throat made her look up reflexively. She rolled the olive in her mouth and lifted a brow at Doris Wolfe, silently asking what the mayor was looking at.
"How about buying me a drink for all my hard work?" Doris asked with a raised brow of her own.
"Is that a pick up line? Because if it is, I'm not interested," Olivia drawled, giving the mayor a pointed look.
Doris sat down on the empty stool next to Olivia. "Oh please. Don't flatter yourself."
Olivia smiled grudgingly. She nodded at the bartender, who came over to take the mayor's order. "What are you still doing here?"
"Had lunch at your fine establishment with my daughter. She left not too long ago." Doris sipped at her drink gratefully. She needed it after an hour with Ashlee; her armour felt heavy and battered, and she longed to take it off. And somehow, she could do that with Olivia even though she didn't like the woman much because, well, Olivia knew her secret. "So where's Natalia?"
Olivia narrowed her eyes at Doris. "Why?" she asked, drawing the word out in a sinister tone.
Doris caught the implication and threw her hands in the air whilst rolling her eyes. "Oh for heaven's sake, I thought she was someone else when I said all those things to her, okay? I'm not interested in your... woman."
My woman. Olivia had to admit that the phrase didn't sound half bad. "She's not... that," she corrected Doris with a soft sigh.
"Oh?"
"She's on a date with Frank." A bitter taste enveloped her mouth when she said that. Olivia polished off her drink and signalled the bartender to bring her another one.
"Frank Cooper?" Doris asked with a tone of incredulity. Springfield was definitely running low on men if someone like Natalia only scored a Frank Cooper. "The cop?" she asked, wanting to be sure.
"Please, the world already has one too many Frank Cooper," Olivia muttered darkly.
Doris smirked at that. "I detect animosity." She beckoned for the bartender to top her drink up. "Make it a double this time," she instructed with a polite smile.
Olivia shot a sideway glance at Doris. "I'm not sure I want to have this conversation with you. I don't recall liking you very much."
"Suit yourself. I was enjoying our conversation up till now," Doris said frankly.
Olivia bit the inside of a cheek. "Yeah, me too," she said, rather surprised at the fact.
"So... how about we put our differences aside for one night and just... talk? Because I could sure use a friend right now." She saw the skeptical look Olivia threw her way and rolled her eyes. "That's how the saying goes, okay? I'm not saying that you and I could ever be friends."
"Huh. Be sure to keep that in mind," Olivia said, picking up another cocktail stick of olives. For the life of her, she could not get the memory of Natalia's story out of her mind. Maybe a hug and some friends were exactly what Doris needed to stop being a... witch.
God, she must be turning soft in her old age.
TBC