Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination. Characters belong to CBS and P&G.
A/N: Takes Place between 02Jan2009 and 15Jan2009 episodes. (After Christmas and before the two Mommies presentation.)
Kairos ~ Chapter 2 ~ Natalia's dreaming while Olivia and Emma are out and about.
A/N: Be advised physical contact between a guy and a gal, followed by same said contact between 2 gals. I'm going for sweet confusion rather than voyeuristic indulgence. My muse wanted me to clarify the Natalia's inner processes regarding Nicky. Okay she's Catholic, she slept with a married man, and she fueled his divorce along by sex and guilt. She feels remorse.
Fandom: Guiding Light Pairing: Olivia/Natalia/Emma and Misc others.
Natalia's dreamscape swirls with colors. Fire Engine reds flowing to flame orange, twisting into light oranges reeling to yellows twirling to greens dipping into blues, blues spinning into violets. The vortex settles into a Monet inspired scene.
She breaths in sandalwood. Nicky's aroma. His Cologne Antidote by Viktor & Rolf the name came to her. She visualizes him, her Nicky.
The dream flutters.
Nicky with her in a row boat. A wide smile on his handsome face. She regards him. His brown eyes, the light dusting of hair on his chest, arms and hands, the interplay of chest and arm muscles as he rowed them to shore. His body reminds her of plains and trapezoids. He speaks, "We made it to shore." He jumps from the boat onto a field. Summer grass gone brown under the sun. The seed heads empty.
He reaches out for her, pulling her out of the boat. He gathers her in his arms and swings her around. Nicky with his strong arms, and dark dancing eyes laughed a full body laugh with her against him.
The dream ripples. She is walking hand-in-hand with Nicky across the field of hip high grass. She gazes over at the hand she holds square strong thick fingers. Her eyes travel up his arm to his face. His dark bright eyes are a flame. His mouth comes to her mouth. A flood of bitter sweetness fills her mind and body.
A movement draws her attention from him. She sees glimpses of Rafael and Emma chasing dragonflies. She draws herself to him. He is solid hard straight lines unyielding. They embrace. His mouth descends upon her. Is this what he wanted or was it all her desires, her needs, her vision of him. Guilt inundates her soul. She had violated his relationship with Harley. "Forgive me Nicky I was selfish, I only wanted the image I carried of you with me." she tells Nicky.
The dream shifts again. The air smells of J'adore and Champ de fleurs, Olivia's scents of choice. The embrace loosens, soft silky kisses upon her checks, her throat, a warm soft lazy tongue tickles her jaw. The body she holds is soft and silky as well. She is holding Olivia.
She raises her head and sees Nicky walking away. He waves and smiles. The field is transformed. It is filled with the green grass of spring, the seed heads just forming.
Now she's walking hand-in-hand with Olivia. Neither of them pulling or pushing the other. A slow unhurried stroll. Natalia brushes her fingers up Olivia's arm turns into her and kissing her softly, slowly, it fills her mouth with the taste of honeyed wine.
Feeling of totality surrounds Natalia, her body mellifluous, her mind soothed. The perfumed air teasing and comforting. She moaned in her sleep. "Hold me close Liv. Just hold me for now"
Olivia, and Emma have a brief encounter with Joshua Lewis.
Olivia Spencer and Joshua Lewis found themselves belly laughing at Emma and her duck joke.
"Why don't ducks fly upside down?. They would quack up!" Emma finished.
"Olivia, your daughter has a bit of the ham in her. She's a chip off the old block." Joshua Lewis guffawed.
"Josh you say that, but really she is more like Natalia. She likes to dust, and she has to have all her books in alphabetical order. That woman, God love her, is turning my Jellybean into a regular Neat Nut." Olivia joked.
"Mom, can Uncle Josh swing me in the park?" Emma asked
"Aw Honey, we need to go pick Natalia up. Do you think she'll like the Neapolitan ice cream? "
Joshua Lewis watched in puzzlement as the Spencer women walked away from him deep in discussion on the merits of ice cream or cake. He muttered to himself "Natalia Rivera how did you tame her. Olivia "Freakin" Spencer. Olivia is happy with herself. I hope she can finally sleep without a night light and a loaded gun in the nightstand."
"Jellybean slow down your Mom's not a spring chicken or a spring duck."
Emma replied "Mom you said to hurry before the ice cream starts to melt." Emma skipped back to her mother, took her hand and pulled her to the front doors of the Beacon Hotel. Stopping by the front desk Olivia said "Hello Art. Did Ms. Rivera come down?"
Art the current desk clerk was easy one the eyes. His skin was a clear olive-brown, a handsome smoothed shaven man. His sexy brown eyes made him boyishly appealing. But not huggable Olivia concluded.
"Emma wait for me by the lift." Olivia requested.
"No, Ms. Spencer, shall I ring her office for you?"
"Thank you Art. I'll just pop up and fetch her."
"Mom the ice cream is going to be all soft and mushed together."
"Patience is a virtue Missy." Olivia asserted.
"Mom you sound just like Natalia." Emma noted.
Olivia smiled, "Yes, I do. Jellybean hit the elevator button, but I'm still the tickle monster, And I feel a tickling urge coming on."
Art examined the hotelier, Tickle Monster? Olivia Spencer was many things he observed; hard-nosed business executive, a mother, a very attractive lady, and now a tickle monster. Art diplomatically fiddled with his tie. "Good night Ms. Spencer."
"I'm a tickle monster too Mom." Art heard as the elevator doors closed. He mused. That woman knows how to live in the present.
