Devil Ride 6/?
Title: Devil Ride
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimers: This AU story contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you. It is rated NC-17.
All characters from Guiding Light do not belong to me. All the other characters do, however, so please leave them alone. This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact at this point.
I've decided not to worry too much about pre-Otalia plotline discrepancy as this is an AU after all.
6
After she breakfasted, Olivia slipped into a T-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans. She had planned to stay away from Springfield for a few days to think about what she had to do next to rid Emma and herself of the threat in their lives, so she had a few change of clothes with her. The rain was showing no signs of letting up, however, and she didn't mind Jessica--no, Natalia's presence, so she was content to leave the plotting and scheming for later.
She found Natalia looking like she was trying to take up as little space as she possibly could in the far corner of the couch, with her legs curled up under her and arms wrapped around a red cushion. She looked up when Olivia stepped into the room and gave her a distracted smile. Olivia went over to the couch and frowned at the images on the television screen.
"Scary movie?" she asked after a few moments. Natalia nodded mutely; Olivia could not help smirking at the look of apprehension on her face. She moved away to darken the room before sliding onto the couch next to Natalia. Before she could hit the remote to close the automatic blinds, however, Natalia's hand stopped her.
"It'll be too dark," came the soft protest.
Olivia lifted an amused brow at Natalia. "You're not scared, are you?" she asked in a low drawl, making her voice rough and scratchy. The expression on Natalia's face answered her question and she had to stifle a laugh. She adhered to Natalia's request, however, and settled back to watch the film. The rain on the window panes created swirly patterns on the carpeted floor. In Olivia's opinion, it made little difference to have the blinds up; the world was grey and gloomy on the outside anyway.
A loud thump sounded from the television, followed by frantic screaming. Olivia felt Natalia jump and hug her cushion tighter. Natalia's proximity and her own lack of interest in the movie caused her mind to wander. Hypothetically speaking, how would she proceed if she wanted to sleep with Natalia again? Did she want to sleep with Natalia again? Natalia had been Jessica when they had had sex--had she felt obliged to do so because they had slept through the hours that Olivia had paid her for? It was all very confusing, to say the least.
Good thing that the considerations were hypothetical then. Olivia had bigger things to worry about, like evil ex-husbands and daughter stashing. She wished Emma was around; she wouldn't even mind sitting through High School Musical for the billionth time.
Olivia's thoughts turned grim. She would kill Phillip before she let him get to Emma. And Alan--she should have known better than to go to him for protection. He had seen it as an opportunity to use her again in one of his many schemes. This time, he had wanted her to seduce Gus in a ploy to keep him under his thumb. If Springfield was a brothel, the position of king pimp would undoubtedly go to Alan Spaulding, she thought sardonically.
Natalia shifted beside her, reminding Olivia of her presence and her earlier decision to leave the plotting and scheming for a later time. So she shoved her cluttered thoughts to one side and focussed on the woman next to her. The memory of smooth, naked skin on her own came to her mind's eye, making her draw in a deep breath as her eyes fluttered shut briefly. She was surprised at her own reaction to Natalia; it had never crossed her mind that another woman could make her feel this way. The fact that Natalia wasn't a part of her world probably contributed to her uncharacteristic behaviour. She knew nothing of Olivia's past and wouldn't be a part of her future. Neither did they have to deal with each other's baggages. It was a freeing thought. She couldn't remember the last time she had had sex with no other agenda in mind and with no drama surrounding the act.
Natalia's gasp shook her out of her reverie. Olivia glanced at her and impulsively leaned over to kiss her cheek. Pleasure infused her when Natalia snuggled up against her in response. Just for today, Olivia decided, she would allow herself to be free of her past and worries for the future. Just for today, she would be problem-free Olivia, spending a lazy rainy afternoon snuggled up on a couch with a beautiful woman, watching... "Ugh, what is he eating?" she asked, her mind suddenly registering the image on the television screen.
"I don't know."
Natalia's muffled voice made Olivia tear her eyes away from the screen. Her face was hidden behind the cushion, against Olivia's shoulder. The childlike reaction caused Olivia to feel a warm rush of affection towards her. In that instant, Olivia had to admit to herself that her earlier considerations weren't hypothetical. She waited for Natalia to raise her face, then sought her lips out with her own.
She felt Natalia's hand snake around her neck and leaned in to deepen the kiss when the doorbell rang. Olivia let out a soft exclamation of annoyance. This was the second time today they were interrupted by the bell--granted, they did not stop what they were doing the first time. "It's probably housekeeping," she said, getting up. "I'll tell them to come back later." She padded to the door and opened it, surprised to see no one there. She was about to shut it when she spotted a manila envelope at her feet. It caused her stomach to lurch nastily. She picked it up with shaky hands and quickly shut the room door, engaging the deadbolt for good measure.
Then she went into the bedroom and closed the door behind her before opening the envelope. Out spilled several 8x10 photographs of Natalia and her walking across the hotel lobby. Olivia took a deep breath and forced herself to think calmly as she quickly flipped through the photographs. Emma wasn't in any of them so, chances were, if Phillip was behind this, he was only able to track her to the hotel and had no idea where Emma was. Emma was safe, she told herself. She had to be.
Needing to be sure, Olivia dialled Sam's number.
TBC
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimers: This AU story contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you. It is rated NC-17.
All characters from Guiding Light do not belong to me. All the other characters do, however, so please leave them alone. This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact at this point.
I've decided not to worry too much about pre-Otalia plotline discrepancy as this is an AU after all.
6
After she breakfasted, Olivia slipped into a T-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans. She had planned to stay away from Springfield for a few days to think about what she had to do next to rid Emma and herself of the threat in their lives, so she had a few change of clothes with her. The rain was showing no signs of letting up, however, and she didn't mind Jessica--no, Natalia's presence, so she was content to leave the plotting and scheming for later.
She found Natalia looking like she was trying to take up as little space as she possibly could in the far corner of the couch, with her legs curled up under her and arms wrapped around a red cushion. She looked up when Olivia stepped into the room and gave her a distracted smile. Olivia went over to the couch and frowned at the images on the television screen.
"Scary movie?" she asked after a few moments. Natalia nodded mutely; Olivia could not help smirking at the look of apprehension on her face. She moved away to darken the room before sliding onto the couch next to Natalia. Before she could hit the remote to close the automatic blinds, however, Natalia's hand stopped her.
"It'll be too dark," came the soft protest.
Olivia lifted an amused brow at Natalia. "You're not scared, are you?" she asked in a low drawl, making her voice rough and scratchy. The expression on Natalia's face answered her question and she had to stifle a laugh. She adhered to Natalia's request, however, and settled back to watch the film. The rain on the window panes created swirly patterns on the carpeted floor. In Olivia's opinion, it made little difference to have the blinds up; the world was grey and gloomy on the outside anyway.
A loud thump sounded from the television, followed by frantic screaming. Olivia felt Natalia jump and hug her cushion tighter. Natalia's proximity and her own lack of interest in the movie caused her mind to wander. Hypothetically speaking, how would she proceed if she wanted to sleep with Natalia again? Did she want to sleep with Natalia again? Natalia had been Jessica when they had had sex--had she felt obliged to do so because they had slept through the hours that Olivia had paid her for? It was all very confusing, to say the least.
Good thing that the considerations were hypothetical then. Olivia had bigger things to worry about, like evil ex-husbands and daughter stashing. She wished Emma was around; she wouldn't even mind sitting through High School Musical for the billionth time.
Olivia's thoughts turned grim. She would kill Phillip before she let him get to Emma. And Alan--she should have known better than to go to him for protection. He had seen it as an opportunity to use her again in one of his many schemes. This time, he had wanted her to seduce Gus in a ploy to keep him under his thumb. If Springfield was a brothel, the position of king pimp would undoubtedly go to Alan Spaulding, she thought sardonically.
Natalia shifted beside her, reminding Olivia of her presence and her earlier decision to leave the plotting and scheming for a later time. So she shoved her cluttered thoughts to one side and focussed on the woman next to her. The memory of smooth, naked skin on her own came to her mind's eye, making her draw in a deep breath as her eyes fluttered shut briefly. She was surprised at her own reaction to Natalia; it had never crossed her mind that another woman could make her feel this way. The fact that Natalia wasn't a part of her world probably contributed to her uncharacteristic behaviour. She knew nothing of Olivia's past and wouldn't be a part of her future. Neither did they have to deal with each other's baggages. It was a freeing thought. She couldn't remember the last time she had had sex with no other agenda in mind and with no drama surrounding the act.
Natalia's gasp shook her out of her reverie. Olivia glanced at her and impulsively leaned over to kiss her cheek. Pleasure infused her when Natalia snuggled up against her in response. Just for today, Olivia decided, she would allow herself to be free of her past and worries for the future. Just for today, she would be problem-free Olivia, spending a lazy rainy afternoon snuggled up on a couch with a beautiful woman, watching... "Ugh, what is he eating?" she asked, her mind suddenly registering the image on the television screen.
"I don't know."
Natalia's muffled voice made Olivia tear her eyes away from the screen. Her face was hidden behind the cushion, against Olivia's shoulder. The childlike reaction caused Olivia to feel a warm rush of affection towards her. In that instant, Olivia had to admit to herself that her earlier considerations weren't hypothetical. She waited for Natalia to raise her face, then sought her lips out with her own.
She felt Natalia's hand snake around her neck and leaned in to deepen the kiss when the doorbell rang. Olivia let out a soft exclamation of annoyance. This was the second time today they were interrupted by the bell--granted, they did not stop what they were doing the first time. "It's probably housekeeping," she said, getting up. "I'll tell them to come back later." She padded to the door and opened it, surprised to see no one there. She was about to shut it when she spotted a manila envelope at her feet. It caused her stomach to lurch nastily. She picked it up with shaky hands and quickly shut the room door, engaging the deadbolt for good measure.
Then she went into the bedroom and closed the door behind her before opening the envelope. Out spilled several 8x10 photographs of Natalia and her walking across the hotel lobby. Olivia took a deep breath and forced herself to think calmly as she quickly flipped through the photographs. Emma wasn't in any of them so, chances were, if Phillip was behind this, he was only able to track her to the hotel and had no idea where Emma was. Emma was safe, she told herself. She had to be.
Needing to be sure, Olivia dialled Sam's number.
TBC