Fic: Sometimes all you need is a change of perspective - 4/? | Pushing Daisies - Olive/Chuck | R
Author: Shadower
Title: Sometimes all you need is a change of perspective
Disclaimer: ABC owns it all. I own the paper you see this written on.
Fandom: Pushing Daisies - Olive / Chuck
Rating: R (well... sorta...)
Summary: Olive's attempt to put thoughts of the pie-maker behind her have unexpected results
Spoilers: Up until ep.8 of the season.
Authors Notes: This chapter was actually ready for a few days and just waiting to be posed, but life got I the way ::sigh:: oh, well, here's one for the weekend. Once again - I want to thank my wonderful beta -llyfrgell for keeping away any remains of the fact that I didn't know English until I was 9.
Oh! And Italics still means she's thinking.
Previouse Chapters: one, two and three
It was the sound of insistent knocking coming from her front door that drew Olive Snook up and out of her warm bed and towards the living room. She reached the door just as she finished tying her robe tightly around her body.
"Who is it?" Olive cringed, for she knew her voice carried a frightened edge. An edge she did not want to reveal to the person standing outside her door. The answer was muffled, and then repeated - louder.
"Olive, it's Chuck." The door was open in seconds. "Olive, we need to talk." In front of her stood Chuck, wearing a red coat, buttoned from the hem, at her knees, to her neck. Her hair was loose, almost wind swept, and her lips painted red. She stepped inside and closed the door after her. Blinking once, then twice, Olive sat on her couch, trying not to play with the edge of the cord that held her silk robe in place. "We need to talk." The brunette in front of her repeated as she sat down next to Olive, shifting a bit and making their knees touch ever so lightly. Olive felt the touch as though fire was shooting though her.
"What..." she croaked, and cleared her throat before making a second attempt. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I think you know." It was as though the twin jade eyes bore into her very soul.
"I..."
"Olive," Chuck's voice was almost a hum, "You think I haven't noticed the way you look at me?" Olive swallowed hard, mesmerized by the playing lights and shadows in the other woman's eyes. "And why do you think I look at you so much? I want to see you looking. I know what goes on in your head, Olive." A hand was placed on her thigh, so hot it was practically fire. "You don't want Ned anymore, do you?" Olive's emerald eyes widened in shock "No..." the brunette purred, "He is not it, is he?" Olive tried to open her mouth, to respond, but she couldn't make a sound. Closing her mouth and swallowing hard she tried again, and again no sound came. Chuck smirked, her eyes turning darker, the heat from her hand on Olive’s knee escalating. "Why can't you accept it Olive? It's right here, in front of you. I'm right here."
The last sentence was barely a breath, and it died against her lips. Died, as the beautiful woman sitting in front of her closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together. Chuck's lips were soft but insistent, pressing against her own with urgency and need. When Olive felt a tongue caress her lips she couldn't help but part them, deepening the kiss. Chuck's lips were molten lava against her own, and she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her as stars and sparkles shot behind her closed eyelids.
Olive was not sure how they got there - she had no recollection of getting up or walking - but as she opened her eyes and saw her bedroom, and the darkness that was Chuck's eyes, she didn't care. It took all her power not to fall down as her knees were suddenly weak. Her chest heaving, she looked up at the woman pressed so close she could feel her heartbeat being echoed from Chuck. "So beautiful..." was murmured, and Olive wasn't sure whether the voice was hers or Chuck's.
She was being sat down, ever so gently, on the edge of her bed, and she hooked her hands behind the taller woman's back, forcing her to stay close. Red lips smiled as the woman named Chuck looked down at her companion. "I am not going anywhere, Olive; I have waited for you for far too long..." She purred, closing the distance between them to fragments of an inch. Olive gulped.
Taking shallow breaths, as those were the only ones she could manage, she raised her trembling hands forward, around Chuck's waist, and up following the neat row of buttons. Upon reaching the top, she stopped, hesitating for a moment, knowing that this next move would seal the moment. Noticing the way the brunette bit her bottom lip, her breath coming in short, shallow pants, Olive felt courage flood her veins. This woman wanted, no, desired her. She reached for the top button and pulled it free.
More and more creamy skin appeared with each tug of a button, and by the third she could no longer hold herself back. Getting back to her feet and leaning forward to capture the soft skin of Chuck's neck, she couldn't help but smile. When her touch caused the woman to hiss, she stopped, not sure anymore. But soft fingers snaking their way into her hair and pulling her closer answered the question she was about to ask. This was a hiss of pleasure, nothing else. Kept partly in place by the soft touch, Olive kissed the flesh exposed to her as though afraid it would disappear right before her eyes.
She was just tracing a path from Chuck's ear back to her collarbone when she felt something new. A chill. Stopping to look down she saw that the ends of the silken cord tying her robe closed were now in Chuck's hands. She had pulled them free and exposed the silk nightgown beneath it. Olive blushed. She heard the brunette swallow hard and looked up to see such hunger it dazed her, but this time her legs did not support her and she fell back into a sitting position on her bed.
"Olive," Chuck's voice was deep, husky with want, "May I?" and she kneeled down in front of the smaller woman. Her eyes alone made Olive wonder if she would be able to keep her seat and not melt into a puddle of quivering nerve endings. Nodding silently she waited, and when the brown-haired head came closer to her, closer to her neck, closer to the generous cleavage the garment provided, she was not sure where she wanted to feel those lips more: on her lips or on her body. Shivering slightly, she waited, only to gasp as those soft lips touched just under the hollow of her throat and set her body aflame. "May..." Chuck's soft, low voice was clipped, each word followed, and emphasized, by a kiss to the exposed skin so tantalizingly close. "I make love to you?"
Coherent thought was getting more and more difficult for Olive. She was aware that Chuck had asked her something. Something she needed to reply to. Anything to make those lips touch her again. "May I make love to you Olive?" Chuck repeated, and all Olive could do was hiss out her assent.
The next thing she was conscious of was lying on her back in her bed. Next to her, the woman named Chuck was propped up on an elbow, facing her. In the transition from their previous pose she must have shed her coat, as well as Olive's robe, for they were both without them. When it had happened Olive could not tell, for the garments seemed to just melt away from their bodies. Under the warm, woolen coat Chuck was not dressed well. Or rather, she was - for the occasion. Her only clothes now were a set of red lacey underwear. Fighting hard to keep her trembling under control, Olive raised her hand to Chuck's stomach, watching fascinated as the muscles tightened in breath and even more so because of her touch. Emboldened by the reaction she started tracing patterns with her finger tips, watching Chuck's head roll back as her stomach arched.
A second later those lips were on hers again and she could feel the pressure where Chuck had leaned into her body. Something hot, the brunette's hand, was on her shoulder, tugging at the strap of her nightgown. The coherent part of Olive mind screamed for her to move, to increase contact. And she did; grabbing the other woman's waist she pulled herself so she too was partly on her side, and she felt the lips under hers smile. The hand continued its journey, burning a path and pulling the bit of silk with it, down towards Olive's elbow. When their lips parted, the blonde leaned back into her covers, pulling the other woman so that she was resting partly on Olive’s smaller frame.
When Chuck looked down Olive could see her mouth practically watering, and she smiled, a slow, almost lazy smile. Gently arching her back, she waited for a reaction, and sure enough, she got a hungry but questioning look from her companion. Her response was a gentle bite of her lips and another arch. Chuck smiled at her, more confidently this time and bent down, her lips revealing the soft creamy skin of Olive's breasts as she kissed and licked, moving the soft fabric and causing Olive to moan and writhe beneath her.
"Chuck!" she panted, her hand threading itself in locks softer even than her sleepwear. "I want... I need you to..." It was getting harder and harder to speak, but the arching of Olive’s body and her hand gently tugging at the long hair managed to get her point across. Just over her breast Chuck stopped and looked up at emerald eyes, partly closed as the feelings coursing through her body centered in two specific locations: her breast and somewhere lower. When she was sure Olive was focused on her she lowered her head, closing her mouth around an erect nipple. "Goodness, Chuck!" Olive exclaimed, her eyes shutting tight.
Her body jerked and she opened her eyes. She was under her covers, alone, her body drenched in sweat. What the?... Chuck? Wait... I just had a... with Chuck? Oh heaven... She let her head fall back against the pillow. I... I dreamed that Chuck... and I... But she couldn't deny the state in which she had awoken. Her heart was pounding as though she had just run a marathon, her breath was still coming in pants, and she was sticky with sweat. The small woman tried to shift into a more comfortable position. I'm... aroused? That can't be... It's... It's Chuck, I can't be... Her thoughts stopped abruptly as a sensation registered in her brain. Oh gosh... I am... I...