Devil Ride 20/?
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.
20
It had been a hectic morning. Greg had double booked the main ballroom and Olivia had had to speak to the parties involved to see if there was anything they could do about the situation; there was a mix-up with their flower order and a thousand vases of red roses were sent to the Beacon instead of the hundred that they had ordered--her hotel lobby had looked like the Red Queen's garden until a minute ago; and the new chef that she had hired had decided that it was a good idea to come in to work completely off his face. It should have been the shittiest morning in Beacon history except that Olivia was kind of walking on clouds at the moment, so nothing had gotten to her.
Olivia chuckled at the memory of Greg's incredulous expression when she, instead of blowing a gasket like she normally would, had picked out a slender rose the colour of blood from one of the vases and put it to her nose.
After spending a night at the Beacon with Olivia, Natalia had gone back to her room at the boarding house the night before, not entirely well but well enough to return to work. Olivia glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time that day, willing the hour hand to speed up its trek around the watch face. Natalia's shift ended at seven and they had made plans to see each other. Olivia's stomach fluttered in anticipation. She didn't even care what they did, just as long as she got to do it with Natalia. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this way about anyone.
It was all kinds of amazing and scary as hell.
A knock sounded on Olivia's door, causing her to look up. She quickly scanned her schedule book as she called for the visitor to enter. "Robert," she greeted cordially when a man entered her office. She stretched her hand out for a handshake.
"Ms. Spencer."
"Have a seat," Olivia said, sitting back down and indicating for him to follow suit. "How are you?"
"Good. Busy. You know how it is," Robert replied with a wry smile. He was in his late forties and had been with the police force for over ten years before setting up his own investigating firm.
Olivia nodded politely and clasped her hands together in front of her. She rather liked this private investigator that she had hired to keep an eye on Alan Spaulding. He was unassuming, highly efficient, and to the point. "What do you have for me today?"
"Well, Alan Spaulding is currently in San Cristobel. You no longer have a tail. He's focussing his attention on someone else... I think you know a Harley Cooper?" he asked, reading off his report. "She's married to his son, Gus Aitoro, and they're raising three boys together, all from previous relationships."
Olivia frowned. "Yes." It seemed like Alan was still bent on causing mischief between Gus and Harley, for whatever reason. She wasn't sure she wanted to know more; it didn't seem like it was any of her business, except Gus was Raphael's father and Raphael was Natalia's son.
"I'm not sure if it's of any importance to you but everything that I could get my hands on is in my report. There are some pictures of Alan spiking Harley's drink at a dinner." Robert shrugged and shook his head as he closed the folder in his hands and slid it across her table to her. "He's one shady character."
Olivia blew out a breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You can say that again," she murmured under her breath. "Thanks for everything. You've been an excellent help, Robert." She flipped open her cheque book to write him his payment. His services didn't come cheap and, as much as she appreciated his help, she was glad that she no longer needed him.
Olivia sat back in her leather chair after Robert left, mulling over what the man had just told her. The good news was, it was probably safe for Emma to return to Springfield--time to go apartment hunting. As for Harley Cooper, well, she supposed she could give Gus a heads up on what Alan was doing.
She picked up the phone and dialled Gus's number.
*
Natalia hummed to herself as she wiped down a table top. Even though she was still not feeling a hundred percent, she was in an exceptionally good mood. It was probably the combination of having made plans to see Gus and Raphael the next day for dinner, and the anticipation of seeing Olivia when her shift ended.
Olivia.
Just the thought of her made Natalia smile. A part of her was amazed that Olivia had more or less expressed her desire to be with in a relationship with her and the rest of her was amazed that she herself hadn't hightailed the first chance she had gotten; this was foreign territory for her. In fact, nothing had gone as expected since the moment she had gotten into Olivia's car. She wasn't sure where all this was going to lead but for now, she didn't want to think so much; she just wanted to lose herself in what she felt, even if it was just for a little while.
"You missed a spot."
Natalia gasped at the voice beside her ear and swivelled her head quickly. "Olivia! You scared me!" she admonished Olivia even as a smile crept up her face. Olivia looked really good with her slightly dishevelled hairstyle and black lacy top, vest, pencil skirt and heels ensemble. "You look amazing," she said in a softer tone, caressing Olivia with her appreciative gaze.
"Oh. Thanks."
Olivia's evident self-consciousness made Natalia smile. She was very aware of their proximity in a public place. "And I'm very happy to see you." Natalia's smile widened at the slight blush her words elicited. She swore she could feel static between their bodies; in any event, her skin was buzzing from Olivia's nearness and it was making her jumpy.
"Shall I wait for you outside?"
Olivia's nervousness emboldened Natalia. She reached into her back pocket for her key and offered it to Olivia in the flat of her palm. "Would you... like to wait for me in my room?" The sultry arched brow look that Olivia bestowed her sent her heart racing. The realisation of how much she was into this woman hit her. "I... need to change out of my work clothes," she amended hastily.
"Do I get to watch?"
Olivia's voice was low and husky, and it sent a shock of desire through Natalia. "Um..." She felt off-kilter; the sudden shift of power left her breathless. "If you want," she said in a whisper.
"Then yes," Olivia said, reaching for the key.
Natalia let out a shaky breath as she relinquished her key. Olivia's lingering touch made her swallow. Hard. She watched Olivia walk away from her and had to remind herself that she was still at work. That, however, did not stop her from blatantly checking out Olivia's retreating back; it made her sigh happily.
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.
20
It had been a hectic morning. Greg had double booked the main ballroom and Olivia had had to speak to the parties involved to see if there was anything they could do about the situation; there was a mix-up with their flower order and a thousand vases of red roses were sent to the Beacon instead of the hundred that they had ordered--her hotel lobby had looked like the Red Queen's garden until a minute ago; and the new chef that she had hired had decided that it was a good idea to come in to work completely off his face. It should have been the shittiest morning in Beacon history except that Olivia was kind of walking on clouds at the moment, so nothing had gotten to her.
Olivia chuckled at the memory of Greg's incredulous expression when she, instead of blowing a gasket like she normally would, had picked out a slender rose the colour of blood from one of the vases and put it to her nose.
After spending a night at the Beacon with Olivia, Natalia had gone back to her room at the boarding house the night before, not entirely well but well enough to return to work. Olivia glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time that day, willing the hour hand to speed up its trek around the watch face. Natalia's shift ended at seven and they had made plans to see each other. Olivia's stomach fluttered in anticipation. She didn't even care what they did, just as long as she got to do it with Natalia. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this way about anyone.
It was all kinds of amazing and scary as hell.
A knock sounded on Olivia's door, causing her to look up. She quickly scanned her schedule book as she called for the visitor to enter. "Robert," she greeted cordially when a man entered her office. She stretched her hand out for a handshake.
"Ms. Spencer."
"Have a seat," Olivia said, sitting back down and indicating for him to follow suit. "How are you?"
"Good. Busy. You know how it is," Robert replied with a wry smile. He was in his late forties and had been with the police force for over ten years before setting up his own investigating firm.
Olivia nodded politely and clasped her hands together in front of her. She rather liked this private investigator that she had hired to keep an eye on Alan Spaulding. He was unassuming, highly efficient, and to the point. "What do you have for me today?"
"Well, Alan Spaulding is currently in San Cristobel. You no longer have a tail. He's focussing his attention on someone else... I think you know a Harley Cooper?" he asked, reading off his report. "She's married to his son, Gus Aitoro, and they're raising three boys together, all from previous relationships."
Olivia frowned. "Yes." It seemed like Alan was still bent on causing mischief between Gus and Harley, for whatever reason. She wasn't sure she wanted to know more; it didn't seem like it was any of her business, except Gus was Raphael's father and Raphael was Natalia's son.
"I'm not sure if it's of any importance to you but everything that I could get my hands on is in my report. There are some pictures of Alan spiking Harley's drink at a dinner." Robert shrugged and shook his head as he closed the folder in his hands and slid it across her table to her. "He's one shady character."
Olivia blew out a breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You can say that again," she murmured under her breath. "Thanks for everything. You've been an excellent help, Robert." She flipped open her cheque book to write him his payment. His services didn't come cheap and, as much as she appreciated his help, she was glad that she no longer needed him.
Olivia sat back in her leather chair after Robert left, mulling over what the man had just told her. The good news was, it was probably safe for Emma to return to Springfield--time to go apartment hunting. As for Harley Cooper, well, she supposed she could give Gus a heads up on what Alan was doing.
She picked up the phone and dialled Gus's number.
*
Natalia hummed to herself as she wiped down a table top. Even though she was still not feeling a hundred percent, she was in an exceptionally good mood. It was probably the combination of having made plans to see Gus and Raphael the next day for dinner, and the anticipation of seeing Olivia when her shift ended.
Olivia.
Just the thought of her made Natalia smile. A part of her was amazed that Olivia had more or less expressed her desire to be with in a relationship with her and the rest of her was amazed that she herself hadn't hightailed the first chance she had gotten; this was foreign territory for her. In fact, nothing had gone as expected since the moment she had gotten into Olivia's car. She wasn't sure where all this was going to lead but for now, she didn't want to think so much; she just wanted to lose herself in what she felt, even if it was just for a little while.
"You missed a spot."
Natalia gasped at the voice beside her ear and swivelled her head quickly. "Olivia! You scared me!" she admonished Olivia even as a smile crept up her face. Olivia looked really good with her slightly dishevelled hairstyle and black lacy top, vest, pencil skirt and heels ensemble. "You look amazing," she said in a softer tone, caressing Olivia with her appreciative gaze.
"Oh. Thanks."
Olivia's evident self-consciousness made Natalia smile. She was very aware of their proximity in a public place. "And I'm very happy to see you." Natalia's smile widened at the slight blush her words elicited. She swore she could feel static between their bodies; in any event, her skin was buzzing from Olivia's nearness and it was making her jumpy.
"Shall I wait for you outside?"
Olivia's nervousness emboldened Natalia. She reached into her back pocket for her key and offered it to Olivia in the flat of her palm. "Would you... like to wait for me in my room?" The sultry arched brow look that Olivia bestowed her sent her heart racing. The realisation of how much she was into this woman hit her. "I... need to change out of my work clothes," she amended hastily.
"Do I get to watch?"
Olivia's voice was low and husky, and it sent a shock of desire through Natalia. "Um..." She felt off-kilter; the sudden shift of power left her breathless. "If you want," she said in a whisper.
"Then yes," Olivia said, reaching for the key.
Natalia let out a shaky breath as she relinquished her key. Olivia's lingering touch made her swallow. Hard. She watched Olivia walk away from her and had to remind herself that she was still at work. That, however, did not stop her from blatantly checking out Olivia's retreating back; it made her sigh happily.
TBC