Title: Just The One Room
Author: crammit
Fandom: Guiding Light
Rating: M
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Summary: Reworking of the spa scene from the show. Because it should have included at least a kiss. This story gives them a little more than that.
A/N: Guiding Light and its characters do not belong to me. I'm only borrowing them. But I promise to put them right back where I found them.


That's it! I can't believe we thought this would be a good idea. A religious retreat? Yet another swipe at my faith even after the progress I thought we were making. The first sign of conflict and you throw that back at me? No thank you.

"This isn't working out so I'm going to go ahead and leave." I let the disgust coat my voice even while a trickle of fear flutters through me at how quickly things are changing.

"No. You stay. I'll leave." Your voice calls out behind me as you move to the bed and I can feel the air from your body push against me like a playground taunt.

Grabbing my luggage, I sneak a glance over at you and anger has colored your cheeks, flushing deeper as the muscles in your jaw work overtime. Your eyes flick up to burn into mine briefly and I can feel a quick punch of lust steal my breath.

No. No room for that here. I can't think about how much I want you when I'm trying to make a point. But God, even the sound of the zipper being pulled by your hands has me fumbling with mine. How many times have I watched those same hands, had those same hands in mine and found my thoughts wandering into forbidden fantasies? Those long fingers, the delicate muscles of your wrist, the soft skin of the back of your hands all served to test my imagination late at night.

I swallow hard and realize, as I listen to you throw clothes into your suitcase, that the only thing being tested right now is my patience.

"You know what the problem is? You are just way, way, way, WAY too sensitive." I can feel my eyes narrow in reflex and I try to keep myself calm by folding my clothes and placing them nicely into my luggage. It makes me feel a little better as I watch the blur of clothes fly from your hands towards the bed.

"Oh no, the problem is that whenever we have a problem, you attack my religion."

"I was not attacking your religion, okay? Where has your sense of humor gone?" My sense of humor? How can you still think that making fun of my religion is funny?

"It's not funny. You weren't joking."

"Oh come on…" The fed up tone of your voice grates across my nerves and I can feel myself starting to respond back in kind.

"Well maybe next time we should go to a religious retreat." I mock you and I know it's juvenile but I don't even care right now. How many times is my faith going to be a source of entertainment for you?

"I wasn't attacking your religion. I was making a point." Another slash of clothing makes its way to the growing pile in your suitcase and it's becoming clear to me that neither of us was ready for anything like this. All those months of questioning and fighting with these feelings and we thought that going away with each other after only a few days of dealing with this was a good idea? We're both crazy.

"You know what's happening here? We've gone right back to the beginning where we don't even like each other." Before I can even finish, you're flinging a bra into my suitcase. What is it with you and these clothes? Any other time, I might find this sort of funny but this is getting a little ridiculous.

"Will you calm down?" Like a child, I grab the bra from my luggage and toss it back in your suitcase.

"YOU calm down!" A new article of clothing finds its way into my bag. At the speed of light. This has got to stop.

"God, before we got here we were friends. And now, we're…we're what?" I stumble over the words as a brief sting of hurt starts to deflate my anger.

"Well, that's what we came here to figure out, right?" Your answer is punctuated by the zipping of your luggage and I can feel my palms get sweaty as I grab the last few items of clothing from the bed.

"Yeah, okay and what have we figured out?" This wasn't supposed to happen this way. We've only just gotten here and we're already leaving, our coy flirting buried beneath crumpled clothes.

"That this was a big mistake!" You lean towards me and the anger in your voice slaps me back. I feel the cut before you even finish speaking and the hurt stuns me into silence. Immediately, you realize what you've said and you drop your luggage to the floor, rubbing your hands along your forehead.

Your eyes find mine through the space between your fingers and your voice is soft when you speak. "Natalia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"

"No." I don't let you finish your apology. I can see the fight leaving your body and it takes mine with it. Tossing the shirt I hold in my hand back onto the bed, I take a step closer to you. "No, this isn't a mistake."

You exhale heavily, the pulse jumping against the skin of your throat and I know you understand that I'm not talking about this weekend spa getaway. I slide the jacket from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor behind me. I move slowly until I'm standing before you, so close I can see the gold flecks dancing in the green of your eyes. I can smell the lotions on your skin and I can feel my body straining towards you.

"What are we doing? I don't want to fight with you, Olivia." My eyes roam towards the expanse of skin visible above your sweatshirt and I can definitively say that fighting is the last thing I want to do with you right now.

"I know we came here to figure out how to be whatever it is that we are to each other. But this?" I indicate the hastily packed luggage and clothes still strewn on the bed. "We know how to do this. We know how to fight."

You smile at that and have the good grace to blush.

"We're both a little nervous and I'm sorry if I was a little defensive before. We need to know how things are between us before we can explain it to other people." I brush the hair out of my eyes and settle into sigh. "There's so much going on here, you know?"

"I know. I know and I didn't mean to make light of any of it but if you can't laugh a little bit…" You finish on a shrug and a grin.

I smile back at you and feel a little bit of the negative tension leave my body. "You're right." That earns me a smirk and a raised eyebrow and all I can do is shake my head at you. "About that. We don't have to take everything so seriously. Or try to figure everything out at once. It's just that…" Standing this close to you, it occurs to me that there is one thing that I am dying to figure out.

"What?" Whether you realize it or not, your voice has dropped an octave and it runs over the rational part of my brain like warm water.

"Olivia, I want to know how to…" I swallow against a dry throat and try again. "I want to know how we…how to…" Your lips curve into a knowing smile and the look you give me makes me want to clench my teeth against a rush of need for you.

"Natalia…"

"Wait…just wait." My eyes drop to your lips and the words barely come out on a whisper. My heart is pounding in my chest and I realize that I'm about to do this. I'm about to kiss another woman. I'm about to kiss…you.

Leaving my hands at my side, I close the small space between us and almost groan at the feel of your breasts barely touching mine. I've hugged you hundreds of times and have even been held by you but feeling you now, it's nothing like before. It's another woman's body that I'm feeling now, not just a friend, and that knowledge is enough to have my hands curling into fists.

I bring my lips to your cheek, parting them slightly as I ease closer to your mouth. Your hair smells so good and your skin is so soft and I can feel my eyes sliding closed in pleasure. I let my lips linger by the corner of your mouth, the anticipation tightening my lungs so that every breath is an effort.

Your hands have left your side and are gripping my forearms, impatience making you tug me closer towards you even as you hold your head still against my questing lips. I can feel your desire warring with my request for you to wait and it turns me on. It turns me on. My cheeks warm as I admit this naked truth to myself and I find that there is power in it. You want me. You want me enough to let me lead this first kiss and my whole body flushes and tenses as I end the waiting for both of us.

You must sense something because you bring my hands to your hips, sliding your fingertips across my arms to anchor yourself to my shoulders.

You angle your head a little closer to my mouth, impatience like a shadow dancing around you. I can feel it pressing against my skin and I can't hold back any longer.

I turn my head towards you and feel the first brush of your lips on mine all the way down to my toes. Soft. You are so soft. This isn't like that firm, shocked press of lips in the farmhouse so long ago. This is…sensual. I must have seen and heard that word a thousand times in my life but being here with you in this moment? Now, I know the word.

You purse your lips enough to capture my bottom lip and my hands glide over your hips, pulling myself closer to you. Our bodies are pressed together, your fingers flexing against my shoulders and yet the pace of the kiss never changes. I feel like a teenager having her first kiss and yet I have a woman's awareness of where this is going. The combination is serving to drive me crazy as this want cascades inside me.

The curves of your body are so much different than the hard contours of a man and I find that instead of being drawn into my head where I would over-analyze this to death, it's my heart and my body that are guiding me. Your lips are making soft, sucking sounds against my mouth and I can't help but moan. We're barely kissing and it's already doing things to my body that I'm pretty sure I've never felt before.

I pull back a little bit and your name comes out on a shaky breath. I open my eyes to look at you and the little bit of breath I had in my lungs is gone at the look of hunger in your eyes. That's the only way I can describe it. Your hands have made their way to the side of my face and I couldn't look away from you, even if I wanted to. Which I really don't.

I watch as your eyes caress my lips, your mouth opening slightly as your breathing gets faster. "Natalia." My name is less than a whisper but I can hear the need in your voice.

All these months you've been living with the knowledge of what was going on between us and I can hear the strain now that we're here. The butterflies I felt at taking this first step with you are gone. They've been chased away ahead of the fire that's starting to flare in the pit of my stomach. Gathering the edge of your sweatshirt in my fists, I press my body harder against you and offer you my mouth.

There is a brief, electric hesitation as our eyes lock and then you're pulling me forward into the inferno of your kiss. There's no gentleness here as your lips slide against mine, your tongue stroking along my bottom lip, demanding entrance. Tentatively, I touch my tongue to yours and I can feel the groan rumble against me in your chest. With your hands sliding around to bury themselves in my hair, I pour myself into the kiss and let go of everything else.

How is it possible that the thought of being with another woman had never even crossed my mind and yet kissing you feels like the most natural thing in the world? God, you can kiss. How arousing it is to be standing here being kissed by you. Your mouth is warm and wet and soft and…is that the bed?

I feel the edge of the bed bump against the back of my knees and it occurs to me that you've managed to turn us toward the bed. I feel a brief flash of panic as I realize that maybe I'm not ready to figure this part out just yet. Bringing my hands to your stomach, I have every intention of putting a little space between us. An intention that goes right out the window as your mouth stops ravaging mine and starts to slowly move along my jaw.

My head tips back automatically and all I can do is hold on as your tongue sneaks out to taste the skin along my neck. I groan and I can feel the muscles in your stomach jump. Your mouth makes its way from one side of my neck to the other and with every sound I seem helpless to make, your hands gets tighter and tighter in my hair. The sensation of being taken is starting to slither its away into my consciousness and it snaps something inside me. You're not the only one who has thought about this and it's time I start being a willing participant.

This time I do push on your stomach and instantly regret the loss of contact as you step back from me, your half-lidded eyes searching my face. You are beautiful.

"So are you." You smile at me and I realize that I must have spoken out loud.

I blush and look down, watching my hands as they slip a little lower on your sweatshirt and push the fabric up, coming to rest against the blue tank top you are wearing. Your hands have left my hair and are holding tight to my biceps, waiting to see what I do next.

I slowly brush my thumbs against your stomach and lick my lips as your breath catches. I can taste your kisses and I want more.

It's overwhelming, this desire for you after only a few moments of feeling your lips against me. Before we got here, I wasn't sure how or even if we'd be able to figure out how to be together. It seems foolish now to have worried about it as I start to slide your sweatshirt up and over your head. I love you. I'm in love with you and I wasn't lying when I told you that I know what it means to tell someone you love them. I can show you. I need to show you.

I watch as your hands reach up to pull the sweatshirt the rest of the way off, leaving you standing before me in just your tank top and pants. I can't tell who is breathing harder and it serves to still any lingering nerves I had about being here with you like this. You love me and you want me. Judging from the look in your eyes, you really want me. Despite everything. Or maybe because of it. This is something new for both of us and if you're brave enough to be here, then I can be brave enough to take the next step. Besides, there is something incredibly sexy about knowing that I can touch you the way I've thought about all these weeks.

Grabbing a hold of your tank top, I yank you towards me, capturing your mouth in a rough kiss. The sounds you make while I kiss you are intoxicating. I may not have been with many people in my life, but I know my body and it's getting ready for you. My nipples are hardening and I can feel myself getting wet and the thought that the same might be happening to you knocks the breath from me.

Arousal is making my hands clumsy and I struggle to pull your tank top up. Your hands cover mine as you realize my intent and you break the kiss to look at me.

"Natalia…" I hear the question in your voice but the sound of my heart pounding and the feel of your body standing so close to mine drowns out any doubt lingering in my head.

"Yes." That's all I can get out before you're diving back into a kiss with your arms banded around my waist. Again, I feel the edge of the bed bump against my knees and all I can think is…finally.

I don't know how I got this vision in my head of the first time we would be together. It would involve candlelight, maybe a few glasses of wine, a lot of kissing, then we would undress each other slowly and it would be a tender, loving affair.

Who was I kidding?

I've been in enough boardroom meetings with you…heck, I've been in enough fights with you to know that your passions can surge like a solar flare, snapping out and burning anything foolish enough to be near you.

As you push impossibly closer to me, all I can think about is how hot your skin feels against me and how warm your mouth is as you deepen our kiss. You shift your hips as you start to push me further towards the bed and I can actually feel the sweat break out along my lower back.

My lower back...where your fingertips are currently trailing, dipping low to tease the skin below my waistband. Heat seems to radiate from your fingers through my skin to settle somewhere low in my belly, burning me from the inside out.

As our tongues war for dominance, your hands are brushing in long, slow strokes from my waistband to the very edge of my bra.

I feel my weight starting to sink down towards the bed when my progress is stopped by the sharp brush of the edge of my luggage against my hip. Bracing my hands behind me, I try to compensate for the clothes and luggage I can feel blocking my descent to the soft bed below. Through the haze of our kiss, I feel your hands tighten on my waist, keeping me upright and moving me to one side.

You pull away abruptly and without looking at me, you lean over and swipe everything off of the bed. I cringe a little as my suitcase crashes into the wall and threatens to upend the items resting on top of the nightstand. A small laugh escapes me and it teases a sheepish grin from you, your nose crinkling in that adorable way that I love.

"Um, sorry?" Your smile widens and the image destroys any semblance of seriousness in that apology.

"Mm-hmm." I don't believe you for one second but since the bed is now clear, I'm willing to forgive you. Not that I'm going to tell you that. "You threw my suitcase."

Moving back to the foot of the bed, I back you up to the edge until you are forced to sit. You lean back on your hands and the effect is devastating to my senses. Your tank top is straining over the generous swell of your breasts and while I'm trying desperately to maintain eye contact, your hard nipples are teasing the edge of my vision.

"I am sorry." You try again with an apology, executing a shrug and treating me to the sight of subtle muscles rippling along your shoulders.

Sorry for what? What were you apologizing for? Okay, deep breath. Right, luggage. For knocking my luggage into the wall.

I could care less. Look at you. I feel like I could consume you bite by bite and never be full.

Where is this coming from? An hour ago, I couldn't figure out how to even talk to you. And now? God, now I can't figure out where I want to put my hands first.

"I don't care." Your eyebrows rise at that and stay there as I kick my shoes off and move to stand between your legs.

"You don't, huh?'

"No. I'm just going to make you pick it up. After." I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest but I keep the smile on my face. Keeping my fingertips light, I bring them to stroke along your collarbone, running my nails softly above the scoop of your tank top.

I watch as you swallow twice before speaking again. "After what?"

Holding my hands on your shoulders, I lean down and place my mouth against your ear. I let my lips brush against you as I whisper the answer in Spanish. I know you don't understand anything of what I just said but if I'm honest with myself, that is the only way I could actually say something like that to you. As it is, I can feel my cheeks burning with each word coming out of my mouth.

You held your breath when I first started to speak but all of it is released on a moan as I finish speaking and take your lips in another bruising kiss. Your hands leave the bed and grab the fabric of my pants around my hips, tugging and pulling until I'm forced to brace my knees on either side of your legs, straddling you on the bed.

Keeping your hands on my hips, you slowly end the kiss and look up at me. "I don't know what any of that means."

I duck my head and smile at you, letting my hands roam from your shoulders to the soft vee between your breasts. I let my one thumb trace along the tender space there before moving a little further down to run the pads of my fingers against your nipples. The fabric of your tank top is preventing me from having direct contact and somehow, that excites me more.

"Don't worry, Olivia. You will." I have no idea where this confidence is coming from and I can admit, at least to myself, that there is a small part of me that is embarrassed at my attempt at seduction.

My other relationships have always been more traditional, with the man taking the lead and it was enjoyable. Even exciting at times. But there is something to be said for being the one to take control.

I allow my hips to roll slowly and I bring my hands to tangle in your hair, letting your very sexy groan seep into my senses. Yeah. There is definitely something to this taking control business.

Leaving my thumbs to press along the edge of your jaw, I angle your head back and bite your bottom lip, soothing the sting with soft passes of my tongue. Your hands have fallen to the tops of my thighs and with each pass of my tongue, your fingers pulse and flex, inching closer to my inner thighs.

My hips have started rocking forward in counterpoint to the motions of your hands and the last of any self-control I had disappears as I feel more wetness flood my center. I can't deny my body's reactions to you and that tells me more than any reasoning I could come up with to justify taking this final step with you.

Softly, I kiss you, using the gentle motions of our lips to ease this driving need to be with you. Like banking a fire for the night, I want the heat to warm me and sustain me and allow me to feel everything without consuming me. I know there will be other times when I'll want that ache for you to flash and burn until we've exhausted each other. Other times. My stomach clenches at that.

Lightening my touch, I reach one hand behind your head, using my momentum to press you back into the bed. I hold myself above you and fall into the rich green of your eyes.

"Olivia?"

At the sound of your name, your hands still against my thighs. Tensed and waiting. "Yeah?"

"Will you…I want to…" I run my tongue along my bottom lip, take a deep breath and jump into the deep end.

"Olivia, make love to me."