Disclaimer: I don't own Guiding Light OR our girls.
A/N: Otalia owns my soul. Seriously, they're all I think about.
The sun was nearly setting on the farmhouse and Natalia had the feeling that she was about to go crazy. Emma was out in the living room with her 'big brother' watching a movie while she and Olivia washed dishes in the kitchen after their first family dinner together.
There was an awkward tension in the air, now that they'd admitted their feelings for one another. They both wanted to touch, to kiss, to connect physically and emotionally on a new level. But they had an unspoken agreement; they'd pressed pause on their relationship, stuck in limbo until they found a way to tell their kids. Neither of them wanted to jinx anything or push anyone too quickly.
Naturally, that made things rather tense.
Olivia was shuffling back and forth, putting dishes away after drying them. Keeping herself busy she supposed, removing the temptation. But, Natalia could feel heat radiating off of the older woman's body, stopping just a little bit closer with the passing of each newly rinsed piece of china. It seeped deep down into her core. Overwhelming her. Calling to her. Daring her to close the gap.
It took nearly five minutes– the last plate between them- before Natalia finally built up the nerve to hesitantly brush against the older woman's fingertips with her own, lingering only a few seconds longer than normal. Making her insides warm and her body sway.
Their eyes met. Longing gazes hidden beneath a fluttering of lashes.
It was enough. For now anyways.
She was all too aware of their children giggling and singing happily along to Aladdin in the other room. It wasn't the place or time. But she'd been dying to touch her all evening. Having to sit next to Olivia during their meal, so close and yet so far. It had been torture.
So there they were. The real world seeping back into their minds, moving on. Bubbles slid down her arm as the sink drained and the un-used table groaned in protest as Olivia busied herself with wiping it down.
What she hadn't expected though, was the sound of light footsteps slowing behind her and the gentle press of soft curves against her back. She almost forgot to breath. Eyes slipping shut as Olivia's arms wrapped around her waist, depositing the used washcloth into the basin. Holding her. Anchoring her. Savoring her.
It was brief. A few seconds at the most. A burning tease of fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, brushing across her sensitive stomach. Followed by a squeeze and a puff of warm breath floating past her ear.
"Have I told you," she whispered, "that I loved you lately?"
Natalia nearly swooned.
But just as quickly as the moment had started, with a press of soft lips against her shoulder, Olivia was gone, already asking the kids if they wanted ice-cream for dessert. Leaving her gripping the sink tightly, afraid that her knees would give way if she let go.
She sighed, "I love you, too."
End.