Otalia - Screw Time

Title:  Screw Time

Fandom: Otalia

Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Pregnancy hormones…need I say more.

Disclaimers:  *sigh* These sexy ladies belong to CBS (die CBS die!), P&G, and Telenext.  I’m just doing with them what should have been done a LONG time ago!

Spoilers: For end of 9/9/09 episode

A/N: Thanks to Mizzo at the BPD for giving me this dirty little idea.

 

Frank had come back to sit at the booth with them, but I didn’t see, hadn’t seen anyone for a while, except Olivia. I had had all I could of the waiting and Olivia saying that she needed some more time and space was my breaking point. A little part of me stirred and thrilled at the shocked look on Olivia’s face when I slammed the baby name book on the table, harder than I planned to, and said, “Oh my God, screw time and space!” I saw the door open and moved in, literally and figuratively, to take what I wanted, to claim the love I felt for Olivia.

 

“Really, just move into the farmhouse today,” Olivia laughed at my audacity, but the surge rushing through me, the certainty of our destiny, propelled me forward, “You and Emma move into the farmhouse before the baby’s born. You’ll be there already. Just move in.”

 

Olivia deflected, tried to look like she didn’t want it, but I knew differently. Olivia had been wanting this for months, “I can’t.”

 

“Yes.  You can.”

 

“Nooo.”

 

“Say yes.”

 

“No, no.”

 

“Say you’re moving in today.”  I pushed.  I wanted this, she wanted this.  Damn it, I needed this, and the more she resisted, the more I pushed.  What the hell had gotten into me?  And why in the hell am I cursing all the time now?  Damn pregnancy hormones!

 

“No, no.”

 

“Just say yes.”

 

“Yes.”  My heart melted at that look, my stomach dropped, and something deep inside ached with the look of adoration on Olivia’s face.

 

“Really?  Is that a real yes?”

 

“That’s a real yes.”  God, that voice.  I wanted to hear that voice say my name at the moment of passion.  I wanted to feel it carry me over the edge.

 

I barely realized Frank had sat down.  All I saw, all I felt, all I knew was Olivia.  I watched her as a huge smile overcame her face, apparently happy over Frank’s news, which I barely heard.

 

I nudged at her, “Um, I need to go to the bathroom.”

 

“Oh,” she jumped up out of the booth.

 

She made a move to sit back down, but I touched her hand and she looked at me.  I tilted my head towards the doors down the hall, “Olivia, could you…?”  I didn’t know what I was asking and the turmoil running through my body had me all jumbled and crazed.  All I knew was that I had to get her alone for a few minutes.  There always seemed to be someone around, and I was so tired of sharing her with everyone else in Springfield.

 

I squeezed her hand and rubbed my thumb over the back of it.

 

Olivia quirked an eyebrow at me but followed wordlessly.  When the door closed, I locked it behind us and she turned to look at me.  Shock, surprise, arousal…I wasn’t sure what the look on her face told me, but it didn’t stop me from moving across the small space and kissing her.  Finally…kissing her.  There were so many times when we could have kissed before, definitely more romantic opportunities, like at the gazebo or the night of our first date outside her room at the Beacon.  So many missed opportunities, but I wasn’t missing another one.  I was done with not taking risks anymore.  Playing it safe had never gotten me anywhere but in a heap of trouble and lonely.  Olivia and choosing this life with her certainly wasn’t safe, and I was okay with that.  In fact, I wanted that, craved it…craved her.

 

The whimper that escaped her lips spurred me on.  I pressed my body into hers and felt her give until we thumped against the wall, my tongue sliding effortlessly into her.

 

“Natalia,” she forced us apart and tried to catch her breathe.

 

I put a finger to her beautiful lips, “No.  Don’t.  I know this isn’t the perfect place or the perfect time, but we’ve waited for that for so long and it’s never come.  I’m afraid it may never come if we keep waiting.”  I ran my hands up along her neck and into her thick hair, “I love you.  I love everything about you.  And I need you to love me back…right now.”

 

I used a hand to tilt her head to the side and ran my tongue along her neck up to her ear, “Make love to me, Olivia.  Right here, right now.”

 

“Natalia.”  Yes!  There it was, that voice.  The way I had dreamed and fantasized about hearing her say my name.

 

My hands were tangling recklessly in her hair and I pressed harder into her, my teeth nipping just below her ear, “God, Olivia.  I need you.  I need you so bad.  Please.”  My heart was pounding but the unknown of what was about to happen didn’t outweigh the intense ache inside.  It had slowly been building over the months that we had danced around each other, but now, the delay was painful and cruel.

 

“The bed at the farmhouse would be a lot more comfortable,” she mumbled around our kisses, even as her hands slid to my hips and hiked up my skirt, inch by inch, as she walked me backwards.

 

“Can’t wait.  Don’t want to wait.”  I ran my hands along the lapels of her gray suit jacket, until my hands teased over her breasts.  Damn, she looked good in power suits!  The heels, the makeup, and lipstick.

 

I felt my ass bump into a shelf behind me that ran from wall-to-wall and was secured to the wall, “Hop up.”

 

I pulled back and looked at her, and I saw the doubt cloud her beautiful eyes.  She was so sure I was still going to run or change my mind.  Instead, I unbuttoned her jacket and ran my palms over the nipples teasing through the thin material of her camisole, before hoping the few inches up onto the table behind me.

 

“Last chance, Natalia.  You can still change your mind.”

 

Unable to speak around my heart suddenly being in my throat, all I could do was shake my head.  She ran her hands up along my thighs, teasing along the inside as she got closer to my panties.  I didn’t know where to look – her electric eyes glazed over with desire or her graceful, long fingers dancing closer and closer to me.

 

We balanced on this precipice of anticipation, waiting for one of us to make a move.  Eventually, the tip of her finger barely grazed me and I let out a rush of air at the sensation, as my head dropped and I braced myself, hands on the edge of the counter, for the next touch.  So focused on the feelings bouncing off around inside of me, I didn’t realize I wasn’t looking at her anymore.  In fact, my eyes were closed, and she used one hand to gently raise my head and plant a soft kiss to my lips.

 

I opened my eyes then, and everything felt perfect in that moment as our eyes locked, her smile crooked and sexy.  I had imagined her like this hundreds, perhaps thousands, of times over the past year, but nothing prepared me for her sliding her hands up over my skirt and under my shirt and rest on my slightly round belly.  She caressed the stretched skin gently, and while I know she couldn’t feel it since it was so slight, the little life inside of me moved.  I felt a rush of happiness like never before.  The moment was so perfectly intimate as she leaned over, lifting my shirt to kiss my belly, to kiss our baby – hers and mine. 

 

Her voice was soft against me, cracking with emotion, “You’ll always be my baby girl.”  She stood up and looked at me then, her eyes loving me as a tear slid down her cheek, “Always.”  Then she kissed me again and moved in close and tight between my legs.

 

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around her, seeking contact as I rolled my hips against her.  Her hands tugged at my hips, trying to get us closer together.  I wrapped an arm around her neck, fisting in her hair and holding on tight as my body worked for a release.  Eventually, I pulled away and shook my head, frustrated and aching.

 

“I need to feel you against me.”  Her eyes fluttered closed as she kissed me gently once and then stepped back.

 

She slipped off her gray jacket and threw it over a chair, then pulled up her skirt and slid off her black silk panties.  She carelessly tossed them in the chair with her jacket, then reached for my waist under my skirt.  In one smooth move, she had my blue panties in the pile with hers.

 

Then she was there, between my legs, wet heat sliding against me.  I threw my head back and braced myself again with both hands on the table, pushing hard against her, desperate for more.

 

I lifted my head and I had never seen such a gorgeous sight.  Her head was back, her elegant neck exposed and vulnerable, white teeth biting her kiss-reddened lips.  I took one of my hands and reached for one of hers, guiding it between us.  She looked down at me.  Her eyes smoky and needy.  Her fingers teased me, slipping easily between us, moving to barely dip inside before coming back up.

 

“Please, Olivia…please.”  When I felt her go inside, I tried to keep my eyes open to watch her as her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

 

“Oh God…Natalia.”

 

“More.”  Suddenly, I was full and tight, and dear God, it felt so good, she felt so good.  I rolled my hips, meeting her thrusts.  The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing and the sounds of sex.   I could feel the coiling building in my belly, a warmth slowly radiating out from me.  I raised myself up, wrapping one arm around her, holding on as I coaxed her to look at me with my free hand.  When she opened her eyes, I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her as deeply into me as possible, my hips rolling faster and faster until the world went still and time became meaningless.  Nothing mattered in that moment except the long journey that had finally ended and a new life that had begun.