Otalia fic - Home - Epilogue to Facing the Truth

YAY!!! I did it. I wrote Otalia smut! 

 

Title: Home (aka Smutty Epilogue to "Facing the Truth")

Fandom/Pairing: Otalia

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine and apparently not CBS' anymore either. I'd gladly take them though. *g*

Spoilers: For some recent and maybe upcoming episodes.

A/N: If you haven't read "Facing the Truth" yet, it's probably not absolutely necessary that you do so. However, if you want to know how they got to this point, it probably wouldn't hurt.

EPILOGUE

 

Olivia sat on the bed, watching Natalia move around her room lighting candles. For the first time, she could openly admire her and she admittedly had no problem doing that as her eyes roamed over curvy jean clad hips and a slim waist leading up to strong shoulders. Natalia had carried many burdens on her shoulders but now Olivia and their pent up feelings wouldn’t be one of them. This was something she was sure she could help Natalia carry – this love that swelled up inside every time she looked at the brunette. It was a burden she’d gladly take on.

 

Natalia turned and walked back to the edge of the bed, leaning against the mattress. She watched Olivia’s face and the changing expressions as her eyes slowly made their way up her body. A shiver passed through her as those haunting eyes locked on her own. 

 

“The things you can do to me with just a look.”

 

Olivia smirked and cocked an eyebrow, “Really? Do tell.”

 

Natalia moved closer until she was pressed between Olivia’s thighs. She memorized her features, letting her fingers dance over eyebrows, cheeks, and lips, before slipping into her hair.

 

“I’d rather show you,” Natalia guided Olivia’s head back to lean down and tease Olivia’s lips with her tongue.

 

Olivia liked this side of Natalia. She should have known better than to think she’d have to give up sex. Natalia had a passion for life and love, and it was inevitable that it would infect anyone she was with.

 

“Showing’s good. Showing’s real good.” Olivia slipped her arms around the waist in front of her and kissed Natalia solidly, showing the other woman in her own way what the night held in store for them.

 

Olivia lost herself in the kiss, tasting the sweetness that was purely Natalia. She let her hands slide under the edge of Natalia’s t-shirt and languidly played with the soft skin along the base of her back. There was a moan and Olivia couldn’t tell if it was her or Natalia, but she couldn’t deny the slight tug on her hair as fingers tightened their grip as a sign. She didn’t hesitate to break the kiss to lift the shirt off of Natalia.

 

In the time they had been living together, Olivia had seen many looks on Natalia’s face but nothing could describe the lustful abandon staring back at her. Natalia bit her lip, enjoying the stunned look on Olivia’s face as she voluntarily took off her own bra and tossed it across the room.

 

“Touch me.” Natalia’s voice was deeper, huskier than it had been even just a few minutes ago and the sound sent a shockwave through Olivia, ratcheting up the desire into overdrive.

 

She barely controlled her own need as she teased and kissed around Natalia’s bellybutton. When Natalia leaned back in her arms, for all intents and purposes of offering herself to Olivia, it was nearly the older woman’s undoing. She took a deep breath to calm her hands down so her mouth could enjoy the slow journey higher.

 

She closed her eyes, listening to the small gasps and moans coming from Natalia as a guide to know what she liked and what to do more of. It wasn’t until she slid up and over a breast, taking it hard into her mouth, that a groan dark and forceful was ripped from Natalia.

 

“Oh God! Oh Olivia!” Natalia finally let her head fall forward, enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and sighs. She watched Olivia until she couldn’t take anymore, the ache in her body building up until it was almost unbearable.

 

She lifted Olivia’s chin and kissed her deep and slow, pushing her back against the mattress, until she was poised above her. Natalia propped herself on one hand as the other worked to undo the buttons on Olivia’s blouse. She watched Olivia’s eyes drift close when she slid her hand under the material to cup a full breast, the nipple immediately coming to attention. Natalia felt the rush of passion and adrenaline course through her when Olivia let out a gasp and gripped the bed covers tightly in a fist.

 

“Natalia…Nat…,” she couldn’t finish. She opened her eyes to find Natalia straddling her waist and ripping open the rest of her shirt and yanking up her bra. Quickly, she sat up to remove her shirt and bra and before she could even lay back down, Natalia was teasing and flicking her nipple with her tongue.

 

Her body was on automatic pilot, responding to the intense sensations shooting from her breasts to between her legs. She couldn’t help but watch as Natalia sucked and licked at her with abandon, her eyes closed and a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Every time Olivia moaned, the smirk grew. 

 

Natalia felt Olivia slip a hand into her hair. The harder she sucked, the tighter the grip became. Her eyes were closed but she could imagine every expression on Olivia’s face. Natalia was amazed at the power she had over Olivia freakin’ Spencer, the stone cold business woman and goddess of Springfield. Everyone wanted her and she had her. She had Olivia Spencer whimpering with need, and she loved it. She wanted more. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough.

 

She slipped lower letting her tongue caress the scar on her chest, sending up a small thanks to God and to Gus for giving her the gift of Olivia. She had to lose her safety net, her sense of place in the world, in order to find out what love really meant. It was risky and it was scary.  It was everything that had made her and Olivia run from each other until now.

 

Olivia’s hands followed Natalia down her stomach, until she nestled between her legs and sat back. She looked down at the work of art on the bed, feeling her chest swell with pride. It amazed her that at one time she hated this beautiful woman and here she was wanting…she bit her lip at her mind’s imaginings. She did want it. She wanted Olivia in the most primal sense. She wanted to possess her, take her into her, feel the life that coursed through her body. The need was overwhelming and without thought, her hands sought out the waistband of Olivia’s pants, working feverishly at the belt and zipper.

 

Olivia struggled to stay still on the bed as Natalia seemed to fight with her own need. It seemed like an eternity until Natalia closed her eyes and made a decision. In seconds, Olivia’s pants and underwear were on the floor and Olivia was reeling from the first jolts of Natalia’s tongue against her.

 

She grabbed onto the mattress, pillow, anything within reach trying to brace herself against the storm in her body.

 

“Dear God, Natalia! Oh my God!” 

 

Natalia lifted Olivia’s hips, allowing her tongue to sink deeper into Olivia. She was lost. God help her, she was lost and Olivia was her drug. It was so much better than she ever imagined and she abandoned herself to pleasing the woman above her. She wanted to know. She needed to know what Olivia was like completely undone and without defenses. She needed to see her let go and hear her name spoken like a prayer on Olivia’s lips.

 

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut tight. She wasn’t sure if she was saying everything running through her head. If she was, she was cussing like a sailor. She knew she was losing control, but it felt too good to stop. She didn’t want the sweet torture to end, but she wanted and needed to give herself to Natalia. All she’d ever done was use sex to control others. She needed this.  She needed to give up her control to someone else, someone she loved more than herself. She shivered at Natalia’s teasing touch. It amazed her that this was her Natalia doing this. That this was the woman she’d tried to steal a husband from, the woman that had hated her yet never abandoned her, cared for her and nursed her back to health and even raised her daughter as her own. A tear slid down her cheek because she didn’t feel worthy of this much love. She was tired and broken and angry, yet Natalia loved her. She had never been a praying person, but she could be thankful. Whoever brought them together – God, Fate, whatever – it didn’t matter to her, as long as they never took Natalia away.

 

“Olivia,” she looked down at Natalia smiling back at her, “Come for me, baby.”

 

The raw and sensual command sent waves of pleasure ripping through Olivia’s body. She was flying apart and the only thing keeping her grounded was Natalia, who was holding on to her, steadying her through the aftershocks. She drifted into sleep, but she felt Natalia slide up her body, pulling the covers up around them and curling Olivia into her body to fall asleep. It was the most content Olivia had been in a long time. Natalia was her home.