Devil Ride 14/?
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.
14
The drive to the Beacon was a silent one. Olivia tried to concentrate on the road while her mind processed what had just happened. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Natalia must be feeling right now if she herself was flabbergasted at the completely unexpected turn of events. She thought back at her rationale for picking Natalia up from the streets and did a mental roll of eyes--of all the working girls on the street that night, of course she had to pick someone who had not only been involved with someone from the Spaulding family, but had birthed their child too! That would make Emma and Natalia's son cousins. Which further meant that Natalia and she were connected by the six degrees of blood separation.
Christ!
Olivia snuck a peek at her the object of her thoughts; Natalia was staring blankly out of the window. Olivia drove to her reserved spot in the parking lot of the Beacon, carefully slotted herself in, and killed the car engine after a short idle period.
"Where are we?"
Olivia rubbed the back of her neck gingerly as she turned to Natalia. "The Beacon Hotel. It's where I live."
Natalia frowned at Olivia. "You live in a hotel?" she asked dully. "Isn't that ridiculously expensive?"
Olivia shrugged. "I own it. It seemed like a good idea until recently."
Natalia blinked several times. "You own a hotel?"
Olivia suddenly felt a little self-conscious and briefly wondered if the careless way in which she spoke about her wealth was offensive in any way. "Sorry, what did you say?" she asked when she missed the rest of what Natalia said.
"I said, I shoulda charged you more for those ten hours," Natalia repeated in a wry tone. "It was pretty hard work having to soak in the spa and sleep naked between thousand thread count sheets."
"Oh?" Olivia murmured, then tried to block out the images Natalia's words put in her head. She cleared her throat softly when she failed. A part of her was glad that Natalia was making a joke; it eased her worry a little and gave her hope that things for Natalia would not have to crash rock bottom before they looked up. "And after? Was that hard work too?" she couldn't help asking.
Natalia smiled faintly before getting out of the car. Olivia rolled her eyes at herself and grumbled under her breath about selfish people asking stupid questions at completely inappropriate times. There Natalia was, trying to process the news that the son whom she had thought to be dead for a decade was actually alive and well, and Olivia was trying to get her to, what, stroke her ego? She exited the car and cast Natalia a sideway glance while they made their way to the elevator out of the parking lot.
When the elevator doors slid close, Natalia said softly, "What happened after was hardly work."
Olivia could not help feeling pleased at Natalia's answer. Then she felt guilty for feeling pleased at a time like this. "Would you like a room of your own?" she asked instead of continuing the thread of conversation. "It's the least I can do for the trouble I've indirectly caused you."
She watched Natalia consider her offer and chewed on her lower lip nervously at the shake of Natalia's head. "If you don't mind, I... I think I need company tonight."
It actually felt good to have their roles reversed, Olivia thought idly when she responded with a single nod. She led Natalia to another elevator that led up to the rooms. When the elevator doors once again shut the outside world out, Natalia said, "Olivia Spencer."
Olivia flicked her eyes to Natalia's face.
"I like it. It suits you."
"Natalia... Rivi-era, was it?" Olivia responded.
Natalia shook her head gently. Olivia noted the brief clench of jaw before she was corrected. "Ri-ve-ra."
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Natalia Rivera," Olivia said, trying to inject a playful, seductive note into her statement in a bid to prevent Natalia from thinking too much about whatever was obviously troubling her. The elevator doors slid open and the women stepped out together. Olivia dug for the key card to her suite.
"Why did you come after me?"
Natalia's voice was small and unsure. Olivia closed the door behind them and cautiously asked, "What do you mean?"
"Alan Spaulding showed me some photographs taken on the day I left your suite in Chicago. You came after me... why?"
Olivia scratched her forehead distractedly, suddenly needing a drink badly. She made a beeline for the mini fridge and retrieved a bottle of vodka. Different possible responses flitted through her mind. But when her gaze landed on Natalia once again, she blew out a breath and spat out the simplest, most honest one. "I didn't want you to go."
"Why?" Natalia's voice broke and Olivia grimaced. Before she could answer, however, Natalia continued in a bitter voice, "I'm a working girl, I might be a drug addict for all you know. Hell, you can't even be sure that I'm clean. You're rich, beautiful, and obviously intelligent. There's no place for either of us in each other's world."
Olivia shrugged. "I didn't want you to go," she repeated herself obstinately. She carried the two glasses of drink that she had mixed over to where Natalia was standing by a couch. "Drink?"
Natalia took the glass from Olivia and lifted it to her lips.
"Are you?" Olivia asked after Natalia took a sip of her drink. She had sat herself down on the couch and was finding it a little hard to believe that Natalia was in her suite at the Beacon.
"Am I what?"
Olivia shrugged. "A drug addict and STD-infected?" She watched Natalia's eyes widen and her brows knit together.
"No!"
"Well then there's nothing to talk about here, is there?" At the slump in Natalia's shoulders, Olivia stood up and walked over to her. "Hey," she said, peering up Natalia's lowered face. "Did you wanna take a shower? I don't even know what Alan put you through to get you here. And you mentioned a friend? If you want, I'll send someone to check that she's okay."
Olivia was aware that none of them were willing to broach the topic of the existence of Natalia's son. "All my things are at Alan Spaulding's place," Natalia said with a sigh.
"He made you pack a bag?" Olivia asked, confused.
Natalia cracked a small smile at that. "No. I was... leaving town. His men picked me up at a bus stop. They had my friend in the back. She was hurt." She blew out a shaky breath. "I think I need to sit down."
"Natalia?" Olivia waited for Natalia to sit down before she continued in a quiet voice. "Alan didn't... hurt you, did he? Because if he did... I will crush him."
*
Natalia couldn't identify the huge swell of emotion in her chest at Olivia's words. She had been on her own for so long that she had forgotten how it felt like to have someone in her corner. Suddenly, Natalia felt as though she was standing at the edge of a precipice--one that required her to put her trust in someone else again.
Then she realised, even as she thought it, how silly the thought was. She wouldn't be here if she didn't trust Olivia. The realisation scared her more than she would admit; she barely even knew the woman. The ease with which Olivia had snuck past her defenses--whether or not Olivia knew it--was alarming.
Natalia belatedly noticed that Olivia was waiting for her response, and had adopted a tensed posture at the growing silence. "No, he didn't." She saw the tension leak out of Olivia at her admission and wondered yet again why Olivia cared. She felt a growing sense of panic and her instincts were screaming for her to run. "I'll go grab that shower now, if you don't mind," she said. At the slight tilt of Olivia's head, she fled.
She ran a bath for herself and took her time removing her make-up and washing her face. By the time she stepped into the warm, bubbly tub of water, Natalia was feeling much more relaxed. She could feel her the events of the past few days crowding outside her mind's door, waiting to burst in and overwhelm her. So she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to reinforce the locks on the door, wanting to hold them at bay.
It was no use.
Raphael was alive. He was alive and her parents had lied to her and had given him to Nicky or Gus or whatever name he went by these days. He was alive and she had missed his first smile, his first step, his first word... and every smile, step and word since then. And for what? Intolerance, ignorance, the need to control someone else's life? It made her feel sick to the stomach.
Was she ever going to meet him? Would she ever have a place in his life? What did he know of her? Did he hate her or think that she had given him up? Would he be better off believing what he did, whatever it was? Would he be better off if she saw and loved him from afar? It wasn't fair. It wasn't. Fair.
A lone tear trekked down a smooth cheek and fell into the cooling bath water.
Suddenly annoyed at how pathetically she was behaving, she wiped her cheek hurriedly, got out of the tub and dried herself off. She had had enough of her thoughts for a day. Upon exiting the bathroom, she found Olivia asleep on the couch in front of the television. Natalia found herself holding her breath, for fear that she might disturb Olivia's slumber.
The confident, self-assured manner in which Olivia had held herself in front of Alan and Gus was admirable and, if Natalia was completely honest, wildly attractive. She found herself helplessly drawn to this woman--never mind that they barely knew each other. Physically and mentally exhausted, Natalia could not hold up the walls that she constantly held erect around her. She curled herself up on the couch beside Olivia and snuggled up against her, winding their fingers together. The slight tensing of muscles in Olivia's body told her that she was aware of her presence and proximity. Natalia let out a sigh when Olivia shifted to accommodate her.
As she drifted off, she thought she felt a kiss on her crown.
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.
14
The drive to the Beacon was a silent one. Olivia tried to concentrate on the road while her mind processed what had just happened. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Natalia must be feeling right now if she herself was flabbergasted at the completely unexpected turn of events. She thought back at her rationale for picking Natalia up from the streets and did a mental roll of eyes--of all the working girls on the street that night, of course she had to pick someone who had not only been involved with someone from the Spaulding family, but had birthed their child too! That would make Emma and Natalia's son cousins. Which further meant that Natalia and she were connected by the six degrees of blood separation.
Christ!
Olivia snuck a peek at her the object of her thoughts; Natalia was staring blankly out of the window. Olivia drove to her reserved spot in the parking lot of the Beacon, carefully slotted herself in, and killed the car engine after a short idle period.
"Where are we?"
Olivia rubbed the back of her neck gingerly as she turned to Natalia. "The Beacon Hotel. It's where I live."
Natalia frowned at Olivia. "You live in a hotel?" she asked dully. "Isn't that ridiculously expensive?"
Olivia shrugged. "I own it. It seemed like a good idea until recently."
Natalia blinked several times. "You own a hotel?"
Olivia suddenly felt a little self-conscious and briefly wondered if the careless way in which she spoke about her wealth was offensive in any way. "Sorry, what did you say?" she asked when she missed the rest of what Natalia said.
"I said, I shoulda charged you more for those ten hours," Natalia repeated in a wry tone. "It was pretty hard work having to soak in the spa and sleep naked between thousand thread count sheets."
"Oh?" Olivia murmured, then tried to block out the images Natalia's words put in her head. She cleared her throat softly when she failed. A part of her was glad that Natalia was making a joke; it eased her worry a little and gave her hope that things for Natalia would not have to crash rock bottom before they looked up. "And after? Was that hard work too?" she couldn't help asking.
Natalia smiled faintly before getting out of the car. Olivia rolled her eyes at herself and grumbled under her breath about selfish people asking stupid questions at completely inappropriate times. There Natalia was, trying to process the news that the son whom she had thought to be dead for a decade was actually alive and well, and Olivia was trying to get her to, what, stroke her ego? She exited the car and cast Natalia a sideway glance while they made their way to the elevator out of the parking lot.
When the elevator doors slid close, Natalia said softly, "What happened after was hardly work."
Olivia could not help feeling pleased at Natalia's answer. Then she felt guilty for feeling pleased at a time like this. "Would you like a room of your own?" she asked instead of continuing the thread of conversation. "It's the least I can do for the trouble I've indirectly caused you."
She watched Natalia consider her offer and chewed on her lower lip nervously at the shake of Natalia's head. "If you don't mind, I... I think I need company tonight."
It actually felt good to have their roles reversed, Olivia thought idly when she responded with a single nod. She led Natalia to another elevator that led up to the rooms. When the elevator doors once again shut the outside world out, Natalia said, "Olivia Spencer."
Olivia flicked her eyes to Natalia's face.
"I like it. It suits you."
"Natalia... Rivi-era, was it?" Olivia responded.
Natalia shook her head gently. Olivia noted the brief clench of jaw before she was corrected. "Ri-ve-ra."
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Natalia Rivera," Olivia said, trying to inject a playful, seductive note into her statement in a bid to prevent Natalia from thinking too much about whatever was obviously troubling her. The elevator doors slid open and the women stepped out together. Olivia dug for the key card to her suite.
"Why did you come after me?"
Natalia's voice was small and unsure. Olivia closed the door behind them and cautiously asked, "What do you mean?"
"Alan Spaulding showed me some photographs taken on the day I left your suite in Chicago. You came after me... why?"
Olivia scratched her forehead distractedly, suddenly needing a drink badly. She made a beeline for the mini fridge and retrieved a bottle of vodka. Different possible responses flitted through her mind. But when her gaze landed on Natalia once again, she blew out a breath and spat out the simplest, most honest one. "I didn't want you to go."
"Why?" Natalia's voice broke and Olivia grimaced. Before she could answer, however, Natalia continued in a bitter voice, "I'm a working girl, I might be a drug addict for all you know. Hell, you can't even be sure that I'm clean. You're rich, beautiful, and obviously intelligent. There's no place for either of us in each other's world."
Olivia shrugged. "I didn't want you to go," she repeated herself obstinately. She carried the two glasses of drink that she had mixed over to where Natalia was standing by a couch. "Drink?"
Natalia took the glass from Olivia and lifted it to her lips.
"Are you?" Olivia asked after Natalia took a sip of her drink. She had sat herself down on the couch and was finding it a little hard to believe that Natalia was in her suite at the Beacon.
"Am I what?"
Olivia shrugged. "A drug addict and STD-infected?" She watched Natalia's eyes widen and her brows knit together.
"No!"
"Well then there's nothing to talk about here, is there?" At the slump in Natalia's shoulders, Olivia stood up and walked over to her. "Hey," she said, peering up Natalia's lowered face. "Did you wanna take a shower? I don't even know what Alan put you through to get you here. And you mentioned a friend? If you want, I'll send someone to check that she's okay."
Olivia was aware that none of them were willing to broach the topic of the existence of Natalia's son. "All my things are at Alan Spaulding's place," Natalia said with a sigh.
"He made you pack a bag?" Olivia asked, confused.
Natalia cracked a small smile at that. "No. I was... leaving town. His men picked me up at a bus stop. They had my friend in the back. She was hurt." She blew out a shaky breath. "I think I need to sit down."
"Natalia?" Olivia waited for Natalia to sit down before she continued in a quiet voice. "Alan didn't... hurt you, did he? Because if he did... I will crush him."
*
Natalia couldn't identify the huge swell of emotion in her chest at Olivia's words. She had been on her own for so long that she had forgotten how it felt like to have someone in her corner. Suddenly, Natalia felt as though she was standing at the edge of a precipice--one that required her to put her trust in someone else again.
Then she realised, even as she thought it, how silly the thought was. She wouldn't be here if she didn't trust Olivia. The realisation scared her more than she would admit; she barely even knew the woman. The ease with which Olivia had snuck past her defenses--whether or not Olivia knew it--was alarming.
Natalia belatedly noticed that Olivia was waiting for her response, and had adopted a tensed posture at the growing silence. "No, he didn't." She saw the tension leak out of Olivia at her admission and wondered yet again why Olivia cared. She felt a growing sense of panic and her instincts were screaming for her to run. "I'll go grab that shower now, if you don't mind," she said. At the slight tilt of Olivia's head, she fled.
She ran a bath for herself and took her time removing her make-up and washing her face. By the time she stepped into the warm, bubbly tub of water, Natalia was feeling much more relaxed. She could feel her the events of the past few days crowding outside her mind's door, waiting to burst in and overwhelm her. So she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to reinforce the locks on the door, wanting to hold them at bay.
It was no use.
Raphael was alive. He was alive and her parents had lied to her and had given him to Nicky or Gus or whatever name he went by these days. He was alive and she had missed his first smile, his first step, his first word... and every smile, step and word since then. And for what? Intolerance, ignorance, the need to control someone else's life? It made her feel sick to the stomach.
Was she ever going to meet him? Would she ever have a place in his life? What did he know of her? Did he hate her or think that she had given him up? Would he be better off believing what he did, whatever it was? Would he be better off if she saw and loved him from afar? It wasn't fair. It wasn't. Fair.
A lone tear trekked down a smooth cheek and fell into the cooling bath water.
Suddenly annoyed at how pathetically she was behaving, she wiped her cheek hurriedly, got out of the tub and dried herself off. She had had enough of her thoughts for a day. Upon exiting the bathroom, she found Olivia asleep on the couch in front of the television. Natalia found herself holding her breath, for fear that she might disturb Olivia's slumber.
The confident, self-assured manner in which Olivia had held herself in front of Alan and Gus was admirable and, if Natalia was completely honest, wildly attractive. She found herself helplessly drawn to this woman--never mind that they barely knew each other. Physically and mentally exhausted, Natalia could not hold up the walls that she constantly held erect around her. She curled herself up on the couch beside Olivia and snuggled up against her, winding their fingers together. The slight tensing of muscles in Olivia's body told her that she was aware of her presence and proximity. Natalia let out a sigh when Olivia shifted to accommodate her.
As she drifted off, she thought she felt a kiss on her crown.
TBC