Otalia fic - Use What You Got

Title: Use What You Got

Fandom: Otalia

Rating: Safe to say this is NC-17

Summary: Natalia’s in the kitchen when Olivia comes home.

Spoilers: I WISH!!!

Disclaimers: Liv and Nat are owned by P&G, CBS (FUCBS!), and Telenext. If I owned them, we’d be on cable.

A/N: Don’t know where this came from, but it had to come out. I’m trying to work on my Natnapping fic, making some progress, but sometimes you get stuck and need to think of something else. This was certainly worth thinking about.

A/N2: Let’s assume this is after Otalia is a well-established couple and Nat’s over her sexual hangups.

Warnings: I hate to give warnings because it gives the good part away, but oh well, don’t want anyone mad at me. This naughty fic involves food.

 

Olivia entered the house and was immediately assaulted by some of the richest and most scrumptious smells she had ever encountered. When she and Natalia had agreed that her and Emma would move back into the farmhouse last year, she had forgotten how wonderful it was to come home to home-cooked meals or wake up to fresh pancakes and coffee. One thing Olivia had never planned on in her life was having a wife, but lo and behold, here she was a year later and about as domesticated as you could get.

 

She stripped her jacket and tossed it over a chair, before tiptoeing in her stiletos to the kitchen. She peaked around the corner and watched Natalia move effortlessly around the small space, stirring a dish here, chopping a vegetable there and occasionally checking the chicken in the oven.

 

Olivia enjoyed the roll of round hips in jeans as Natalia swayed to the music playing soft and low from the radio in the corner. She loved to play music when she cooked and Olivia loved to watch her as it played. A warm heat infused her body, slowly spreading to her extremities until her palms itched to touch the woman across the room.

 

Quietly, she slipped up and wrapped strong arms around her waist. Natalia squealed at the surprising touch but quickly relaxed when she realized it was Olivia.

 

Turning in Olivia’s arms, she stretched up to give Olivia a soft kiss, “Hi.”

 

“Hi, honey. I’m home!”

 

Natalia laughed, “You love to say that, don’t you?”

 

Green eyes twinkled with mirth, “Now why would you say that?”

 

“Because you say it everyday.”

 

“Well,” Olivia gave her a lingering kiss, “it is nice to have a honey to come home to.”

 

Natalia turned back to the stove, hurrying to stir the sauce on the back burner, “Good because your honey needs you to wash up so she can help.”

 

Olivia smirked and leaned a little closer, whispering in Natalia’s ear as her fingers brushed up along Natalia’s arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, “I have a better idea.” A warm tongue darted out to taste the sensitive flesh behind Natalia’s ear as her wandering hand slipped around to the front, quickly finding its way to an already erect nipple.

 

The taller brunette was amused that Natalia tried to keep her desire hidden sometimes. Her body betrayed her need every single time, just like it was now as Natalia rolled her hips back seeking contact with Olivia.   Olivia squeezed the nipple she was teasing lightly and got a vicarious thrill as the body in front of her shuddered at the sensation.

 

Olivia undid the apron and flung it over a nearby chair. Her hands quickly came back to the front of Natalia’s dark blue blouse and deftly began to unbutton it. 

 

Natalia rested her head back on the strong shoulder behind her as hands slipped the shirt from her shoulders. A needy mouth immediately latched onto the now bare shoulder and Natalia gasped at the sensation. She found herself quickly becoming a jumbled mass of desires and needs as Olivia’s tongue and fingers slipped effortlessly across her skin, knowing exactly where to touch to elicit the deepest moans.

 

“When does Emma get home?”

 

Natalia swallowed hard, not sure if she could actually manage conversation at this point, “Um, she has…uh…God, um, soccer practice right now. Maybe…oh dear God…two hours.”

 

“More than enough time,” Olivia undid the snap and zipper of Natalia’s jeans.

 

Natalia tried to slow the wandering hands down, “Maybe we should go to the bedroom.”

 

“Nuh uh,” Olivia nuzzled at the sun-kissed skin and long dark hair, “Wastes precious time. I want you…right now.”

 

Olivia pushed the now loosened jeans down over curvaceous hips and slender legs, loving the sight of Natalia’s ass laid bare in the middle of their kitchen.

 

She ran her hands over the well-formed globes of flesh and scraped her nails up Natalia’s now naked back, “I have a recommendation, for future consideration.”

 

Natalia had closed her eyes, reveling in the feelings that Olivia’s touch brought out in her. She had never felt more alive or more beautiful, more desirable, than when Olivia touched her and memorized the needs of her body.

 

She fought to get the words out to acknowledge Olivia’s comment, “And, um, what would that recommendation be?”

 

“One day, I want you to cook naked.”

 

“If I wasn’t so…distracted, I could be doing that now.”

 

Olivia closed her eyes, debating the potential of that scenario, but she had something in mind already, something she had spied on the counter earlier, and she refused to be sidetracked from her decidedly naughty idea. 

 

She leaned in and nipped at the naked flesh of Natalia’s backside, running her tongue up along Natalia’s spine as she stood, “I have a better idea.”

 

With one hand she reached for what she had spied earlier and with the other cut off the stove. Natalia heard the click of the gas go off and looked over her shoulder, “What are you…?”

 

“Safety first,” Olivia interrupted and sucked at a sensitive spot along Natalia’s shoulder blade, making her hiss. Gently, Olivia nudged Natalia over a little to be closer to the counter and further from the hot stove. Brushing hair away from Natalia’s neck, Olivia leaned close, nuzzling along her hairline, “Spread your legs.”

 

A strong shiver ran through Natalia at the husky command and her muscles clenched instinctively with need. It always amazed her how the simple sound of Olivia’s voice could undo her. She thought she knew what to expect with Olivia, but the older woman never ceased to surprise her. Now was obviously no exception.

 

She expected the knowing slide of fingers into her, instead she felt a cool thickness and pulled away from the sensation. A firm hand held her hip, “Relax. Trust me.”

 

It was then that Natalia realized what Olivia was using, what was missing from the counter, “Olivia, you can’t really…oh my God.” Natalia’s head fell forward as her hips pushed back, the beginnings of penetration causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through her. She gripped the counter mercilessly, groaning with every inch.

 

Never in her wildest imaginings did Natalia think Olivia would make love to her like this. The mere fact that she willingly and wontonly gave herself over to Olivia’s desires still shocked her, but there was an edge of excitement and wonder now. She never thought she could love someone like this, without reservation or shame.

 

Her hips began to roll at Olivia’s rhythmic penetration, and when she felt the brush of naked breasts against her back and the rough voice laced by a sexual haze urging her to let go, she shook with the power of her climax, grounding out Olivia’s name through clenched teeth. Strong arms clutched around her waist, allowing her to gently slide to the floor in an exhausted heap.

 

(Two hours later)

 

Olivia smirked at Natalia over their salads as Emma rattled on about soccer practice and some adolescent drama at school oblivious to the blush spreading over Natalia’s face when Olivia picked up a cucumber slice and took a healthy bite.

 

Natalia glared at Olivia until she squirmed and began to make a mental list of other items in the refrigerator for later use.