FIC: Bad Things Epilogue
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.
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Epilogue
The out of town establishment that Doris Wolfe had urged Olivia to check out was as the mayor had said: classy, sexy, with a hint of badness. The dominant colours in the club were ochre, red and gunmetal gray, and low, throbbing beats hummed through the floors and walls. Olivia smoothed a hand down her tight, sleek dress the colour of blood as she scanned the room idly, already feeling several pairs of eyes on herself. She licked the rim of her martini glass before taking a sip from it. The liquor burned a trail down her throat and into her restless stomach; she was jumpy with the anticipation of seeing Natalia.
Natalia. Just thinking her name made Olivia's eyes flutter shut with desire. Images of tangled limbs, breathy sighs and bodies slick with sweat crashed over her, sending a faint tingle of want through her body to settle between her legs. Olivia opened her eyes and threw one leg over the other in reflex. She glanced at her new pair of heels and a slow smile crept up her face. She was dressed to the nines this evening for the benefit of one Natalia Rivera.
"Compliments of the lady in black at the far end of the bar," the bartender informed Olivia while pushing a glass of dirty martini her way. Olivia turned her head in the direction the bartender indicated and was about to reject the drink when her breath caught in her throat. There was Natalia, with one hand resting lightly on the bar counter, and a sweet, coy smile on her face.
Her hair was like a sheet of dark satin, framing her beautiful face, falling around her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a small black number that Olivia had never seen her in before; the amount of cleavage she was showing made Olivia want to do all sorts of bad bad things to her right there and then.
Natalia began making her way to Olivia, aware of the intense gaze that followed her every step. She felt as though her heart was going to thump right out of her chest; everything that she had come to associate with loving Olivia was only new but Natalia could not remember a time where she did not feel this way--so alive with heightened senses and an overworked heart.
Then Olivia uncrossed and crossed her legs, and Natalia suddenly felt weak. Her gaze swept up the lethal combination of sleek black heels, smooth legs, a tight red dress, expressive green eyes, elegantly arched brows and full red lips, and her mouth went dry. No adjective even came close to describing the woman sitting there, looking like she wanted to devour her--her, of all people--body and soul. And Natalia would let her do it too, quite willingly.
There could be a hundred people or no one around them; nothing mattered outside of them. Natalia reached Olivia and plucked her drink from her hand to bring to her own lips. She took a sip of the liquid without breaking their eye contact. Olivia breathed in long and deep and dropped her eyes. She loved the shape and look of Natalia's slender fingers as they picked up the cocktail stick of olives. Olivia's eyes followed the trek of Natalia's hand, mesmerised by the sight of a pink tongue and even white teeth before Natalia's lips closed around a helpless olive.
Natalia placed the now empty martini glass on the counter and leaned in as close as she could to Olivia without actually touching her. She moved her head slowly, knowing that Olivia could feel the same tingly sensation as she did whenever they were close, and hoped that it was driving her crazy too.
"Natalia..."
Olivia lifted her hand to stroke Natalia's cheek and bring her face before her. Her eyes fell onto Natalia's lips. "You're late," she said in a low voice.
"I couldn't find the right underwear for this outfit," Natalia said in an equally soft voice. She smiled when Olivia's brows jumped into her hairline. "In the end, it got too hard... so I went without."
Olivia's mouth went dry. Bathroom? Surely they could sneak into a stall together; people did it all the time, didn't they? Or a hotel room. They definitely needed a bed or some kind of furniture for Olivia to do everything she wanted to do to Natalia. Then again, maybe a closet would do. Olivia just needed some privacy with Natalia lest she went out of her mind. She slid off the stool and rose to her full height, causing Natalia to tilt her head back slightly to look at her.
"You have the devil in you, Natalia Rivera," Olivia growled, her voice a mix of gravel and molten lava.
"Not yet, I don't," Natalia said as she leaned in close to place her lips just beside Olivia's ear. "But if you can find us a dark corner, that could be arranged."
Oh. My. God. Olivia's legs almost buckled at the words. Desire spiked through her body and she sucked in a breath. Who was this woman and what had she done with Natalia?
Natalia slid her hands up Olivia's arms to link behind her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "I think you should buy me a drink."
Olivia lifted a brow. Her lips curved up. "Do you now?"
"Yes. Then you should come back to my hotel room so I can take your clothes off and have you scream my name over and over."
Okay, she was officially drunk and hallucinating. Perhaps her drink got spiked. Olivia slid her hands up Natalia's almost bare back and moaned low in her throat. This felt too real to be an illusion. "What room?" she husked out, hoping that the nervous flipping of her stomach would not cause her to twitch outwardly.
"There's a hotel a block from here... I got us a room there," Natalia said, suddenly feeling shy. She did not want to be presumptuous but it had seemed like such a good idea and she had wanted to surprise Olivia.
The contrast between a bold, sultry Natalia and a shy, self-conscious one always threw Olivia off-balance. She was crazy in love with all the different sides of Natalia. Natalia... She was everything she wanted, needed, craved.
"I will let you take my clothes off and I will scream your name over and over," Olivia said, her lips hovering just above Natalia's. "Name your poison."
Natalia sucked in a breath; her dimples flashed when she smiled. "Olivia Spencer. Extra dirty."
The End
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the ride. Thank you so much for all the comments and love; it's been a pleasure.
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.
1&2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27&28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34
Epilogue
The out of town establishment that Doris Wolfe had urged Olivia to check out was as the mayor had said: classy, sexy, with a hint of badness. The dominant colours in the club were ochre, red and gunmetal gray, and low, throbbing beats hummed through the floors and walls. Olivia smoothed a hand down her tight, sleek dress the colour of blood as she scanned the room idly, already feeling several pairs of eyes on herself. She licked the rim of her martini glass before taking a sip from it. The liquor burned a trail down her throat and into her restless stomach; she was jumpy with the anticipation of seeing Natalia.
Natalia. Just thinking her name made Olivia's eyes flutter shut with desire. Images of tangled limbs, breathy sighs and bodies slick with sweat crashed over her, sending a faint tingle of want through her body to settle between her legs. Olivia opened her eyes and threw one leg over the other in reflex. She glanced at her new pair of heels and a slow smile crept up her face. She was dressed to the nines this evening for the benefit of one Natalia Rivera.
"Compliments of the lady in black at the far end of the bar," the bartender informed Olivia while pushing a glass of dirty martini her way. Olivia turned her head in the direction the bartender indicated and was about to reject the drink when her breath caught in her throat. There was Natalia, with one hand resting lightly on the bar counter, and a sweet, coy smile on her face.
Her hair was like a sheet of dark satin, framing her beautiful face, falling around her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a small black number that Olivia had never seen her in before; the amount of cleavage she was showing made Olivia want to do all sorts of bad bad things to her right there and then.
Natalia began making her way to Olivia, aware of the intense gaze that followed her every step. She felt as though her heart was going to thump right out of her chest; everything that she had come to associate with loving Olivia was only new but Natalia could not remember a time where she did not feel this way--so alive with heightened senses and an overworked heart.
Then Olivia uncrossed and crossed her legs, and Natalia suddenly felt weak. Her gaze swept up the lethal combination of sleek black heels, smooth legs, a tight red dress, expressive green eyes, elegantly arched brows and full red lips, and her mouth went dry. No adjective even came close to describing the woman sitting there, looking like she wanted to devour her--her, of all people--body and soul. And Natalia would let her do it too, quite willingly.
There could be a hundred people or no one around them; nothing mattered outside of them. Natalia reached Olivia and plucked her drink from her hand to bring to her own lips. She took a sip of the liquid without breaking their eye contact. Olivia breathed in long and deep and dropped her eyes. She loved the shape and look of Natalia's slender fingers as they picked up the cocktail stick of olives. Olivia's eyes followed the trek of Natalia's hand, mesmerised by the sight of a pink tongue and even white teeth before Natalia's lips closed around a helpless olive.
Natalia placed the now empty martini glass on the counter and leaned in as close as she could to Olivia without actually touching her. She moved her head slowly, knowing that Olivia could feel the same tingly sensation as she did whenever they were close, and hoped that it was driving her crazy too.
"Natalia..."
Olivia lifted her hand to stroke Natalia's cheek and bring her face before her. Her eyes fell onto Natalia's lips. "You're late," she said in a low voice.
"I couldn't find the right underwear for this outfit," Natalia said in an equally soft voice. She smiled when Olivia's brows jumped into her hairline. "In the end, it got too hard... so I went without."
Olivia's mouth went dry. Bathroom? Surely they could sneak into a stall together; people did it all the time, didn't they? Or a hotel room. They definitely needed a bed or some kind of furniture for Olivia to do everything she wanted to do to Natalia. Then again, maybe a closet would do. Olivia just needed some privacy with Natalia lest she went out of her mind. She slid off the stool and rose to her full height, causing Natalia to tilt her head back slightly to look at her.
"You have the devil in you, Natalia Rivera," Olivia growled, her voice a mix of gravel and molten lava.
"Not yet, I don't," Natalia said as she leaned in close to place her lips just beside Olivia's ear. "But if you can find us a dark corner, that could be arranged."
Oh. My. God. Olivia's legs almost buckled at the words. Desire spiked through her body and she sucked in a breath. Who was this woman and what had she done with Natalia?
Natalia slid her hands up Olivia's arms to link behind her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "I think you should buy me a drink."
Olivia lifted a brow. Her lips curved up. "Do you now?"
"Yes. Then you should come back to my hotel room so I can take your clothes off and have you scream my name over and over."
Okay, she was officially drunk and hallucinating. Perhaps her drink got spiked. Olivia slid her hands up Natalia's almost bare back and moaned low in her throat. This felt too real to be an illusion. "What room?" she husked out, hoping that the nervous flipping of her stomach would not cause her to twitch outwardly.
"There's a hotel a block from here... I got us a room there," Natalia said, suddenly feeling shy. She did not want to be presumptuous but it had seemed like such a good idea and she had wanted to surprise Olivia.
The contrast between a bold, sultry Natalia and a shy, self-conscious one always threw Olivia off-balance. She was crazy in love with all the different sides of Natalia. Natalia... She was everything she wanted, needed, craved.
"I will let you take my clothes off and I will scream your name over and over," Olivia said, her lips hovering just above Natalia's. "Name your poison."
Natalia sucked in a breath; her dimples flashed when she smiled. "Olivia Spencer. Extra dirty."
The End
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the ride. Thank you so much for all the comments and love; it's been a pleasure.