Otalia fic - What Do You Want?

I really didn't like the ending on this, but I'm tired and couldn't focus any longer.

Title: What Do You Want?

Fandom: Otalia

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine, but I am borrowing them for naughty purposes.

Warning: None

Spoilers: If you don’t know what the big deal is about Liv’s desk, then don’t read.  Oh, and if you haven't caught the last couple of eps with Otalia in them, you may not want to read either.  Only a minor spoiler here.

A/N: Oh, just another desk!smut fic. It’s an obsession, what can I say?

 

Olivia was beyond frustrated. My poor baby. My poor Rafe. Dear God, hearing that constantly was getting as bad as hearing “Frank’s a good man.” The next time Natalia said that she was going to…Olivia blushed as her body responded to the rest of her thoughts.

Damn it!

Olivia rubbed her forehead as Natalia went on about Rafe and his problems, before finally interrupting, “How long do we wait? Because, honestly, I hate it.”

“This is hard on me too, Olivia. I wish things could be simpler for us, but Rafe is my son and he needs my attention right now. So, that just means that I have to wait for some of the things I want.”

“And just what do you want, Natalia?”

Natalia looked at her quizzically, raising a hand in the air, “Uh…”

“Do you want this? Do you want me?”

Natalia shook her head, “What do you…?”

“Oh come on, Natalia, you said you’re not that naïve. Certainly, you have some idea what I’m talking about here.”

“I do, and yes, I do,” she nodded her head emphatically.

“Do what?”

“Want you.” Natalia threw a hand in the air, exasperated.

Olivia leaned against the desk her arms crossed, “Really? ‘Cause from where I stand it looks like Rafe is just a convenient excuse to keep from dealing with what comes next.”

Natalia was getting angry at the implication, “And what exactly does that mean?”

Olivia stood and threw both hands up in the air, “Let’s just say that actions speak louder than words, and right now your actions are speaking loud and clear.”

She turned and leaned against her desk, feeling the fight leave her, and half expecting to hear her door closing as Natalia left. Instead, she found herself spun around and soft lips eagerly kissing her.

Before she realized what was happening, Natalia had dropped her coat and purse to the floor and her stealth hands were working at the buttons on Olivia’s vest. Olivia could do little as she was pinned to the desk by Natalia’s hips, except hold on tight.

She pulled away from the kiss with a gasp and stared into Natalia’s eyes, dark and feral with desire. For a split second, Olivia felt a shiver of fear run up her spine. She never expected to see Natalia like this. The good little, rosary praying Catholic girl was nearly unrecognizable.

Natalia stopped her work on the buttons of the vest and moved her way down to the fly of Olivia’s jeans, her short nails scraping along Olivia’s now exposed stomach. Olivia tried to gain back a sense of control over the situation, but truth be told, she didn’t want to.

She grabbed at the small wrist, angling inside her panties, “Natalia.”

The dark-haired woman finally looked at Olivia, a small bit of her coming back to herself. She leaned in and gently kissed Olivia’s lips, gripping her free hand at Olivia’s chin, holding her in place.

“Don’t you ever doubt my feelings for you, Olivia.”

Olivia shook her head, “I didn’t…”

“Yes, you did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Natalia leaned back in to claim her again, tilting her head and flicking her tongue over the swollen lips. “I still want you though…right here, right now.”

Olivia still held to the wrist, “You don’t have to. I can wait. I’ll wait, forever if I have to.”

Natalia shook her head and closed her eyes, her voice rough and breathless, her lips brushing and nudging at Olivia’s, “That’s just it. I don’t want to wait. Not anymore.”

Olivia fell back into the kiss and let Natalia’s wrist go, the first touch by Natalia sucking all the breath from her, “Sit up.”

Natalia used her free hand to nudge the jeans down and Olivia helped get them down further until they were around her ankles, “Up on the edge.”

She complied and waited, feeling Natalia’s fingertips softly tease over the inside of her thighs, higher and higher until, “Dear God.”

She vaguely heard Natalia’s groan as the brunette’s forehead fell against her, “This feels so…”

“Amazing?”

Natalia shook her head, “No words…just no…words.”

Olivia’s head fell back, moaning her approval, when Natalia twisted her fingers so she could reach deeper, “Ugh, God! Natalia.”

Olivia’s hips moved involuntarily, pumping in rhythm to the fingers sliding in and out of her. She white-knuckled the desk, feeling the rush of adrenaline race up her spine and outward as she felt herself nearing the edge. 

She lifted a shaky hand to Natalia’s head and urged her to look up, her voice barely a whisper, “Look at me, baby. I need to see you.”

As soon as warm brown locked on her green, her body shook and gave in to its need. She held Natalia’s gaze for as long as she could until she finally slumped over on her shoulder. She felt a strong arm circle her waist, binding them together in this intimate moment. When Natalia started to move out, she pulled her closer.

“No. Don’t move. Let’s just stay like this.”

“Okay.”