Devil Ride 6B/?
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.
*
The credits were rolling on the dark television screen. Natalia switched the television off and walked over to the window. Even though the storm was showing no signs of abating, it was time she got going. She wanted to get out of these clothes and finish packing up the few things she had. Today was the first day of a new chapter in her life even if she didn't feel like anything had changed. She supposed waking up in a fancy suite beside a beautiful woman was an excellent start. Having sex that she actually enjoyed was an exceptional bonus.
Olivia hadn't returned to the couch after getting the door and Natalia had wondered but hadn't inquired why. She patted her jacket pockets for her money and cell, put on her boots, straightened herself up from the couch, and walked up to the closed bedroom door. She listened for movements in the room before rapping on the door. After a long stretch of silence, she said, "Olivia? I think I'm gonna make a move."
The door swung open and Natalia shifted her weight to the balls of her feet, unconsciously leaning away from the energy radiating from the room. Olivia wore a dark expression and her brows were creased. She was breathing through her parted lips and her cheeks looked flushed. Natalia's eyes widened slightly. "Are... is everything okay?" she asked cautiously.
"Dammit!"
Natalia flinched when Olivia threw her cell across the room. Fortunately, it landed unscathed on the king size bed. Dark eyes flicked from the cell to woman and she lowered her head awkwardly. "Should I leave you alone? I just didn't wanna leave without saying anything."
Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose in evident exasperation. "No, stay. I need to talk to you but not right now."
Natalia's brows lifted at the command but she could see how distressed Olivia was, so she let it slide. She leaned against the doorframe and watched Olivia stalk to the bed for her recently discarded cell. Whoever she was calling must have finally responded because she heard Olivia say, "Sam!" The word carried an exasperated relief borne out of heightened worry. Natalia walked away to give Olivia privacy.
She puttered around the bar, checking out the drinks available on the shelves and in the mini fridge. Then she set out to make herself a lemon and lime bitters. After taking a sip of the drink, she sighed and tapped a booted foot. She wasn't sure what Olivia needed to speak to her about, but intrigue seemed to be the underlying theme of their encounter. She hoped that she wasn't about to get enlisted in some kind of marital drama. Even though Olivia didn't have a ring on her finger, Natalia was sure that a woman like Olivia had a man... at the very least.
"Natalia?"
Snapping out of her reverie, Natalia looked up to see Olivia framed in the bedroom door. She looked a lot more composed than before, but there was still a grimness to her expression and stance.
"There's something I have to show you."
Natalia followed her into the bedroom. She frowned when she was presented with a spread of photographs on the bed. "What is this?" she asked, putting down her drink on the bedside table and picking a random one up.
"Someone left it on the floor outside the room."
Natalia replaced the photograph and crossed her arms in front of her. "Why?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. She wasn't sure if she was overstepping her boundaries with her question but if Olivia hadn't thought that she might be implicated in whatever this was, she wouldn't have shown her anything at all.
"I'm not sure. I have my suspicions but..." Olivia shrugged. "I don't think anything's gonna happen to you but if you feel anything out of place, or if anyone approaches you with questions about me..." She handed Natalia a business card. "Give me a call."
Natalia was slightly flabbergasted. She didn't know what to think. "What's going on?" she asked at last. She could see an array of emotions flickering in Olivia's face. The woman looked tired, sad, angry and sorry. "Look, I know it's none of my business but I think I should know what I might have to deal with," she said in a gentler tone. "Either way, whatever you tell me stays right here."
Natalia stood still while Olivia fixed her with an assessing stare. After a time, she sighed and her stance softened. "I think my ex is stalking me. Well, someone evidently is and I think it's him," she said with a disgusted snort directed at the photographs on the bed. "He's mentally unstable, dangerous, paranoid and vengeful--a recipe for disaster."
Natalia blew out a breath. For the lack of a better response, she said, "Wow. My condolences."
Olivia stared at Natalia for a moment and barked out a short laugh. "Indeed."
"So... are you on the run?" Natalia asked curiously. Olivia's lack of ardour the night before suddenly started to make sense. She probably never wanted sex, just company. Then what happened in bed this morning... had been solely her doing? Natalia blinked the thought away and watched Olivia struggle with her words, wondering just how much the woman's stalker ex had put her through. Compassion rose within her and she reached for her drink to hand to Olivia. "Here. It's lemon and lime bitters."
Olivia let out another bark of laughter. "I think I need something a lot stronger than that," she said finally.
Natalia smiled sympathetically. "That, I can help with. Come on, I'll make you a drink."
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.
*
The credits were rolling on the dark television screen. Natalia switched the television off and walked over to the window. Even though the storm was showing no signs of abating, it was time she got going. She wanted to get out of these clothes and finish packing up the few things she had. Today was the first day of a new chapter in her life even if she didn't feel like anything had changed. She supposed waking up in a fancy suite beside a beautiful woman was an excellent start. Having sex that she actually enjoyed was an exceptional bonus.
Olivia hadn't returned to the couch after getting the door and Natalia had wondered but hadn't inquired why. She patted her jacket pockets for her money and cell, put on her boots, straightened herself up from the couch, and walked up to the closed bedroom door. She listened for movements in the room before rapping on the door. After a long stretch of silence, she said, "Olivia? I think I'm gonna make a move."
The door swung open and Natalia shifted her weight to the balls of her feet, unconsciously leaning away from the energy radiating from the room. Olivia wore a dark expression and her brows were creased. She was breathing through her parted lips and her cheeks looked flushed. Natalia's eyes widened slightly. "Are... is everything okay?" she asked cautiously.
"Dammit!"
Natalia flinched when Olivia threw her cell across the room. Fortunately, it landed unscathed on the king size bed. Dark eyes flicked from the cell to woman and she lowered her head awkwardly. "Should I leave you alone? I just didn't wanna leave without saying anything."
Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose in evident exasperation. "No, stay. I need to talk to you but not right now."
Natalia's brows lifted at the command but she could see how distressed Olivia was, so she let it slide. She leaned against the doorframe and watched Olivia stalk to the bed for her recently discarded cell. Whoever she was calling must have finally responded because she heard Olivia say, "Sam!" The word carried an exasperated relief borne out of heightened worry. Natalia walked away to give Olivia privacy.
She puttered around the bar, checking out the drinks available on the shelves and in the mini fridge. Then she set out to make herself a lemon and lime bitters. After taking a sip of the drink, she sighed and tapped a booted foot. She wasn't sure what Olivia needed to speak to her about, but intrigue seemed to be the underlying theme of their encounter. She hoped that she wasn't about to get enlisted in some kind of marital drama. Even though Olivia didn't have a ring on her finger, Natalia was sure that a woman like Olivia had a man... at the very least.
"Natalia?"
Snapping out of her reverie, Natalia looked up to see Olivia framed in the bedroom door. She looked a lot more composed than before, but there was still a grimness to her expression and stance.
"There's something I have to show you."
Natalia followed her into the bedroom. She frowned when she was presented with a spread of photographs on the bed. "What is this?" she asked, putting down her drink on the bedside table and picking a random one up.
"Someone left it on the floor outside the room."
Natalia replaced the photograph and crossed her arms in front of her. "Why?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. She wasn't sure if she was overstepping her boundaries with her question but if Olivia hadn't thought that she might be implicated in whatever this was, she wouldn't have shown her anything at all.
"I'm not sure. I have my suspicions but..." Olivia shrugged. "I don't think anything's gonna happen to you but if you feel anything out of place, or if anyone approaches you with questions about me..." She handed Natalia a business card. "Give me a call."
Natalia was slightly flabbergasted. She didn't know what to think. "What's going on?" she asked at last. She could see an array of emotions flickering in Olivia's face. The woman looked tired, sad, angry and sorry. "Look, I know it's none of my business but I think I should know what I might have to deal with," she said in a gentler tone. "Either way, whatever you tell me stays right here."
Natalia stood still while Olivia fixed her with an assessing stare. After a time, she sighed and her stance softened. "I think my ex is stalking me. Well, someone evidently is and I think it's him," she said with a disgusted snort directed at the photographs on the bed. "He's mentally unstable, dangerous, paranoid and vengeful--a recipe for disaster."
Natalia blew out a breath. For the lack of a better response, she said, "Wow. My condolences."
Olivia stared at Natalia for a moment and barked out a short laugh. "Indeed."
"So... are you on the run?" Natalia asked curiously. Olivia's lack of ardour the night before suddenly started to make sense. She probably never wanted sex, just company. Then what happened in bed this morning... had been solely her doing? Natalia blinked the thought away and watched Olivia struggle with her words, wondering just how much the woman's stalker ex had put her through. Compassion rose within her and she reached for her drink to hand to Olivia. "Here. It's lemon and lime bitters."
Olivia let out another bark of laughter. "I think I need something a lot stronger than that," she said finally.
Natalia smiled sympathetically. "That, I can help with. Come on, I'll make you a drink."
TBC