Otalia fic - Home, 2/2 (aka Natalia's Turn)

I had some requests based on my last piece of Otalia fic (the epilogue called "Home" to the fic "Facing the Truth") that Natalia deserved to get her turn.  *sigh*  The things I'll do for you guys!!!  But this is it, no more on this particular story.  It's like twice as long as it was supposed to be already. ;)

Title:  Home (also known as "Epilogue for Natalia" or "Natalia's Turn")
Fandom:  Otalia
Rating:  NC-17
A/N:  See above
Spoilers:  up to recent episodes (and I could only hope for upcoming episodes; what I wouldn't give to see THIS on TV!)
Oh, another note:  if you haven't read "Facing the Truth" you may want to because the last line won't make any sense if you haven't.

EPILOGUE FOR NATALIA

 

Olivia stretched out in the bed and reached instantly for Natalia. When she realized she wasn’t there, she sat up, her worst fears taking hold of her. She jumped up and threw on her silk robe. By the time she got to the top of the stairs, the smell of coffee and bacon stopped her in her tracks. She smiled and listened close. She could hear her. Natalia was humming a happy tune.

 

Olivia smiled as she quietly made her way down the steps. As she got closer, she could make out the song she was humming. It sounded like the theme song to one of Emma’s favorite cartoons. She looked around the corner, trying not to be seen or heard and almost burst out laughing at Natalia dancing around the kitchen to the song only she could hear.

 

The royal blue of her robe fluttered around her and when she spun, Olivia could see that the robe was all she had on. Her heart beat triple time.

 

“I never thought I’d find SpongeBob to be a turn on, but you never cease to amaze me.” Natalia froze with a spatula in her hand. Olivia stepped further into the kitchen, to see what was cooking on the stove. “You can even make eggs sexy.”

 

Natalia blushed a little and looked down, “Well, it is a Spanish Omelet. Spanish makes everything sexy.”

 

“Yes, it does.” Olivia scanned her eyes over the woman in front of her, catching a glimpse of a bare thigh showing under the robe opening. “Turn it off.”

 

Natalia followed Olivia’s gesture to the stove, “I was making you breakfast in bed.”

 

“There’ll be plenty of time for that. Right now, I don’t want omelets or bacon or even coffee for breakfast.” She was close enough to take the cooking utensil from Natalia’s hand and set it down before flipping all the switches to off.

 

“Okay, what do you want? I could make pancakes.”

 

Olivia smiled at the deliberate coyness Natalia displayed. After last night’s activities, she was sure that Natalia wasn’t nearly as naïve as she seemed to be.

 

“I want you for breakfast.” She slid her body up close to Natalia and gently pushed her back to the edge of the dining room table. “Right here, right now…on this table.”

 

Natalia swallowed hard at the fire radiating from Olivia’s eyes. So this was what it was like to stand in the force known as Olivia Spencer. She barely had the time to send up a fast prayer asking for strength before Olivia nudged her back against the table, urging her to climb up on it.

 

Olivia helped her onto the table before undoing the tie holding Natalia’s robe together. She shivered when she opened the robe and Natalia’s body came into view. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of it. She slid the silk off of Natalia’s shoulders, kissing over and down one, then connecting to the other across the collarbone, letting her tongue linger over the dip in Natalia’s throat. 

 

“Liv.” The soft whisper pulled Olivia up to see dark eyes staring back at her, hooded and carnal. She kissed her with familiarity, slow and deep, teasing Natalia to the point of whimpering with need.

 

“Lay back, baby.” She watched as Natalia followed the gentle command. She let her hands roam over long legs, caressing the inside of thighs. Olivia lifted Natalia’s leg, kissing the inside of her ankle, her tongue beginning a slow upward assault on the flesh beneath her. Gentle bites grazed the calf and a probing tongue teased in the tender spot behind a knee. Natalia had practically dug a trench in the heavy wooden table with her nails, fighting all her urges to grab a head full of hair and make Olivia get on with it. She knew it would be worth waiting for with Olivia. It had been so far and she hadn’t been disappointed.

 

Olivia slipped to her knees, amazed at the need that ran through her. She had thought of a million ways to make love to Natalia, fantasizing endlessly of her top ten. The bottom line was she wanted to do everything, but she couldn’t make up her mind on where to start. Men had been simple animals to figure out. This…everything was involved here. Heart, body, mind. She was as much making love to Natalia’s body as she was to her soul, and it was a daunting prospect. This had been what had scared her so much, not the making love, but the bond and the desire to connect on more than a physical level.

 

She had never been the type to back down from a challenge, and pleasing Natalia would be one she’d gladly spend the rest of her days pursuing. With renewed self-confidence, she kissed the inside of Natalia’s thigh, gauging the change in her breathing and a slight tilt of her hips. She lifted Natalia’s legs and put them over her shoulders, before running her tongue over the sensitive skin at the base of her thigh.

 

Natalia’s torso bowed at the contact. The words and the commands were right there on the tip of her tongue. She needed to feel Olivia taste her, touch her so intimately, to slid her fingers in and take her. She wanted to feel that raw sexuality and abandon that only Olivia had. A muted curse escaped when Olivia nipped lightly at her clit.

 

“Fuck!” Olivia wasn’t sure if she heard right so she did it again. “Oh f…, oh God!”

 

Olivia smiled wickedly, enjoying the destruction of Natalia’s good girl image, “What would Father Ray think about that mouth of yours?”

 

“Probably the same thing he’d think about yours.” Natalia smirked, relishing the sensation of Olivia diving in, a woman on a mission. It only took a couple of minutes for Natalia to beg, the assault becoming too intense.

 

She reached for the hand holding her down by her hip and held on tight, feeling the waves hit her in the stomach before radiating out to her toes. Olivia held on for dear life riding out the thrusts of Natalia’s hips. She stood and immediately slid three fingers into Natalia.

 

“Oh God!!!” Natalia dropped her head back to the table at the unexpected invasion, her body reacting instantly in spite of the orgasm that had raced through mere seconds before. She opened her eyes to the gorgeous sight of Olivia standing over her, her hair falling around her face, and her green eyes dancing with mischief and desire.

 

Natalia thought she was going to come apart at the seams as Olivia’s thrusts became rougher. She gripped harshly at the hand holding her own down above her head. Her mind acknowledged the slight pain at the force, but her body didn’t care. Her hips took on a mind of their own, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her mind reeled. The feelings almost surreal and too much to take. She was losing what little control she had left as one of Olivia’s hands held her own and the other fucked her senseless. She pulled Olivia to her, kissing her hard and relentlessly, a leg coming up to wrap around Olivia’s waist.

 

Olivia pulled back from the kiss. She wanted to watch her face when she came, her head thrown back in abandon. She was the most breathtaking sight she’d ever seen and in this moment, she knew she’d rather die than spend a day without Natalia.

 

She could feel her own need building, the sympathetic desire to feel Natalia inside of her again, but she pushed it down and focused on the woman writhing underneath her. She curled her fingers forward, feeling the muscles instantly constrict as Natalia’s entire body tensed.

 

“Oh God! Oh God, Olivia!” Natalia’s strangled proclamation filled the house.

 

Olivia released her hand and leaned down to caress Natalia’s hair, kissing a slow path along her neck and chin back to her ear.

 

“Much better than pancakes, don’t you agree?”

 

Natalia chuckled and hummed her approval, “If this is what I get for making you breakfast, what will I get for cooking you dinner?”

 

Olivia leaned down and whispered in her ear. Natalia pulled back with a shocked face.

 

“You are certifiably wicked, Olivia Spencer!” 

 

Olivia cocked an eyebrow, “You’re just figuring that out?”

 

Natalia felt the shiver run through her at the thought and made an executive Mommy #2 decision to call Phillip to keep Emma just one more night.