Devil Ride 9/?
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.
9
Olivia brought a hand to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Her stomach did a lazy flip when she caught Natalia's scent on her fingers, treating her mind's eye to a series of flashback from the night before. She heard Natalia's hushed voice and raised her head slightly to see Natalia facing away from her on the bed next to her, talking on her cell. Olivia stretched herself and didn't put up a fight to stay up now that she had woken. She idly wondered if the rain had stopped.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Natalia asked when she turned to face Olivia after her call ended. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, an action that Olivia was beginning to recognise as a habit of Natalia's.
"Not really," Olivia said. She was about to reach for Natalia when Natalia moved to throw the covers off of herself and slid off the bed. Olivia followed Natalia's trek to her neatly folded pile of clothes on the dresser with her eyes.
"I really should go," Natalia said, throwing a small smile over her shoulder at Olivia as she dressed.
Olivia blinked several times, then threw the covers off of herself too and got up. She walked over to where Natalia was and peered at her face. "Okay." Then, almost like an afterthought, she asked, "Is everything okay?"
Natalia nodded briskly and gave Olivia another smile. Her eyes lowered, presumably taking in Olivia's state of undress, then quickly dropped back to what she was doing. "You know how it is. Errands to run, stuff to do, life to lead..." she said with a shrug and a humourless smile.
Olivia studied Natalia's profile for a moment, then nodded. "Need a lift?" she asked, moving towards the bathroom.
"That's all right, I'll grab a cab."
In the bathroom, Olivia stared at her reflection, then blew out a breath. She picked up her toothbrush and began washing up, hoping that her brain would fully wake up by the time she was done. But even after she threw on a robe and left the bathroom, she was still operating on auto-pilot.
When she couldn't see Natalia in the bedroom, she exited it and found her sitting on an armchair, putting her boots on. Their dinnerplates and wine glasses were where they had left them the night before but in the light of day, it was difficult to believe that the night before had transpired in this very room. Natalia looked up at her entrance and Olivia didn't know how to fill the awkward gulf that seemed to have sprung up between them during the time they had fallen asleep. A part of her wondered why she cared: she had chosen Natalia's form of company for the very fact that she wasn't and wouldn't try to be a part of her world.
"Well." Natalia stopped in front of Olivia and tilted her head to a side. "It was... nice meeting you." Olivia held Natalia's eyes for a second before Natalia looked away, at the door. "I hope everything goes well with you and your daughter," she said, turning her face back to Olivia with a distant smile. "And I'll let you know if anyone asks me any questions about you."
Olivia didn't know what to say. Everything was moving too fast and she needed her dose of caffeine before she could deal with anything more than climbing out of bed, damn it. "Thanks. You um... take care," was what she managed out. She walked Natalia to the door and held it open for her after Natalia unbolted and opened it.
"Bye, Olivia."
Natalia made to give Olivia a hug, but ended up just squeezing her forearm lightly before walking off. Olivia stared after Natalia until she got into the elevator. Then she stepped back into the suite and closed the door behind her, letting out a loud breath. She puttered around aimlessly before making a beeline for the telephone so she could ring up some coffee when the doorbell rang, causing Olivia to stop what she was doing. Natalia must have left something behind, Olivia thought as she hurried to the door and flung it open without looking through the peephole.
"Good morning, room service," a polite, cheery voice greeted her, much to her surprise.
"I didn't..." She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head slightly. "I didn't call for room service."
The bellhop hesitated. "Someone from your suite rang for coffee and breakfast to be sent up," he said, his smile faltering.
Natalia.
Suddenly, Olivia couldn't bear the thought of never seeing the woman again. She stepped past the confused bellhop and rushed towards the elevator. On her way down, Olivia thought about what she would say to Natalia but couldn't come up with anything. The elevator doors slid open and she hurried out, scanning the hotel lobby for the sight of Natalia. Not seeing her anywhere, Olivia ran out of the hotel and looked up and down the street, ignoring the looks people were giving her because of the way she must look with her tousled hair, barefooted, with nothing but a robe on.
Still no Natalia.
Disappointed, Olivia made her way back to her suite, where the bellhop still stood, waiting. She wordlessly took the tray from him and slammed the door in his face.
*
After some coffee and a long soak in the spa, Olivia felt much more awake. She didn't know what had possessed her earlier impulse to run after Natalia. In a way, she was glad that Natalia had been nowhere to be seen. She shuddered to imagine what she might have said to the woman. Natalia had her life and Olivia was just one of her clients--albeit, a client whom she seemed to have liked enough to have chosen to spend time with after her hours were up. She was grateful for Natalia's insight and had enjoyed her company immensely, but she had more than fulfilled what was asked of her and had been sensible enough to bring their encounter to an end. Neither of them were naïve enough to believe that the sanctuary this hotel suite had provided could be extended in reality.
She had hired two private investigators, one to track Alan's every move and the other to identify the person following her. Natalia's deductions had gotten her thinking and she wanted to be sure that Alan, and not Phillip, was her real tormentor. And when she did, she wanted to make sure that she had enough dirt on him to show him that Olivia Spencer was not someone who took kindly to being manipulated and blackmailed. Her past records might say different, but people change. In having to protect someone other than herself, someone she loved above herself, she had had to learn self-respect and love.
So if Alan persisted on playing with fire, someone had to demonstrate to him just how badly fire could burn.
It was time for her to return to Springfield.
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.
9
Olivia brought a hand to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Her stomach did a lazy flip when she caught Natalia's scent on her fingers, treating her mind's eye to a series of flashback from the night before. She heard Natalia's hushed voice and raised her head slightly to see Natalia facing away from her on the bed next to her, talking on her cell. Olivia stretched herself and didn't put up a fight to stay up now that she had woken. She idly wondered if the rain had stopped.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Natalia asked when she turned to face Olivia after her call ended. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, an action that Olivia was beginning to recognise as a habit of Natalia's.
"Not really," Olivia said. She was about to reach for Natalia when Natalia moved to throw the covers off of herself and slid off the bed. Olivia followed Natalia's trek to her neatly folded pile of clothes on the dresser with her eyes.
"I really should go," Natalia said, throwing a small smile over her shoulder at Olivia as she dressed.
Olivia blinked several times, then threw the covers off of herself too and got up. She walked over to where Natalia was and peered at her face. "Okay." Then, almost like an afterthought, she asked, "Is everything okay?"
Natalia nodded briskly and gave Olivia another smile. Her eyes lowered, presumably taking in Olivia's state of undress, then quickly dropped back to what she was doing. "You know how it is. Errands to run, stuff to do, life to lead..." she said with a shrug and a humourless smile.
Olivia studied Natalia's profile for a moment, then nodded. "Need a lift?" she asked, moving towards the bathroom.
"That's all right, I'll grab a cab."
In the bathroom, Olivia stared at her reflection, then blew out a breath. She picked up her toothbrush and began washing up, hoping that her brain would fully wake up by the time she was done. But even after she threw on a robe and left the bathroom, she was still operating on auto-pilot.
When she couldn't see Natalia in the bedroom, she exited it and found her sitting on an armchair, putting her boots on. Their dinnerplates and wine glasses were where they had left them the night before but in the light of day, it was difficult to believe that the night before had transpired in this very room. Natalia looked up at her entrance and Olivia didn't know how to fill the awkward gulf that seemed to have sprung up between them during the time they had fallen asleep. A part of her wondered why she cared: she had chosen Natalia's form of company for the very fact that she wasn't and wouldn't try to be a part of her world.
"Well." Natalia stopped in front of Olivia and tilted her head to a side. "It was... nice meeting you." Olivia held Natalia's eyes for a second before Natalia looked away, at the door. "I hope everything goes well with you and your daughter," she said, turning her face back to Olivia with a distant smile. "And I'll let you know if anyone asks me any questions about you."
Olivia didn't know what to say. Everything was moving too fast and she needed her dose of caffeine before she could deal with anything more than climbing out of bed, damn it. "Thanks. You um... take care," was what she managed out. She walked Natalia to the door and held it open for her after Natalia unbolted and opened it.
"Bye, Olivia."
Natalia made to give Olivia a hug, but ended up just squeezing her forearm lightly before walking off. Olivia stared after Natalia until she got into the elevator. Then she stepped back into the suite and closed the door behind her, letting out a loud breath. She puttered around aimlessly before making a beeline for the telephone so she could ring up some coffee when the doorbell rang, causing Olivia to stop what she was doing. Natalia must have left something behind, Olivia thought as she hurried to the door and flung it open without looking through the peephole.
"Good morning, room service," a polite, cheery voice greeted her, much to her surprise.
"I didn't..." She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head slightly. "I didn't call for room service."
The bellhop hesitated. "Someone from your suite rang for coffee and breakfast to be sent up," he said, his smile faltering.
Natalia.
Suddenly, Olivia couldn't bear the thought of never seeing the woman again. She stepped past the confused bellhop and rushed towards the elevator. On her way down, Olivia thought about what she would say to Natalia but couldn't come up with anything. The elevator doors slid open and she hurried out, scanning the hotel lobby for the sight of Natalia. Not seeing her anywhere, Olivia ran out of the hotel and looked up and down the street, ignoring the looks people were giving her because of the way she must look with her tousled hair, barefooted, with nothing but a robe on.
Still no Natalia.
Disappointed, Olivia made her way back to her suite, where the bellhop still stood, waiting. She wordlessly took the tray from him and slammed the door in his face.
*
After some coffee and a long soak in the spa, Olivia felt much more awake. She didn't know what had possessed her earlier impulse to run after Natalia. In a way, she was glad that Natalia had been nowhere to be seen. She shuddered to imagine what she might have said to the woman. Natalia had her life and Olivia was just one of her clients--albeit, a client whom she seemed to have liked enough to have chosen to spend time with after her hours were up. She was grateful for Natalia's insight and had enjoyed her company immensely, but she had more than fulfilled what was asked of her and had been sensible enough to bring their encounter to an end. Neither of them were naïve enough to believe that the sanctuary this hotel suite had provided could be extended in reality.
She had hired two private investigators, one to track Alan's every move and the other to identify the person following her. Natalia's deductions had gotten her thinking and she wanted to be sure that Alan, and not Phillip, was her real tormentor. And when she did, she wanted to make sure that she had enough dirt on him to show him that Olivia Spencer was not someone who took kindly to being manipulated and blackmailed. Her past records might say different, but people change. In having to protect someone other than herself, someone she loved above herself, she had had to learn self-respect and love.
So if Alan persisted on playing with fire, someone had to demonstrate to him just how badly fire could burn.
It was time for her to return to Springfield.
TBC