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Smell of Success

Hallie had been spending a lot of time at the Pie Hole. Olive had been spending a lot of time hidden in the kitchen when Hallie was at the Pie Hole. And Chuck had been spending a lot of time ruminating on the meaning of Olive's avoidance of her and nervous ramblings when they were together.

Chuck and Hallie were sitting at a booth, eating pie and talking casually when Olive slid into the booth next to Chuck. "Hey, guys!" she said happily, bouncing slightly in her seat.

"Hey, Olive," Chuck said without looking at her. She didn't want to be friendly towards Olive, because when she was, she always managed to become even more attached to the petite blonde than she already was.

"What's going on?"

"We were just discussing plans for tonight," Hallie said with a smile. Olive's smile faltered for a second, but she quickly regained her composure, "Oh, fun! What are you two love birds planning?"

The uncomfortable feeling that had taken over Chuck was growing with each word that left Olive's lips. Sitting at a booth with both the girl she was kind of sort of dating and the girl she rather be dating was not the more comfortable situation.

"I'm going to make Chuck dinner," Hallie said taking another bite of pie. "Oh," Olive said slowly, "how nice." She left the booth just as easily as she had come. Chuck stared at her pie, picking at it with her fork. "Are you okay?" Hallie asked, putting her hand over Chuck's.

She forced herself to smile, "Yeah, I'm just not feeling well."

"Does it have to do with a certain very petite woman?"

Chuck looked up at the woman across from her who had a knowing smile on her face. Chuck shrugged, "It's nothing. Really."

"Chuck," Hallie pressed, "you can tell me."

Sighing, Chuck caved, "I like her. A lot. But she doesn't feel the same about me, so there's no point."

"How do you know she doesn't feel the same?"

"She's in love with Ned."

"Well-"

"I don't want to talk about it," Chuck said quickly, immediately feeling guilty when Hallie flinched. "I'm sorry," the brunette sighed, "It's just…I'm still sensitive about it."

Hallie nodded, "I understand." Chuck smiled at her gratefully.

Later that night, Chuck and Hallie were in apartment 43, making dinner when there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," Chuck said walking over to the door. What she wasn't expecting was Olive standing in the hall.

"Hey, Chuck!" she said cheerfully, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I think I got some of your mail." The blonde stepped into the apartment, pushing past a shocked Chuck. "Olive, what are you doi-"

"Hi, Olive," Hallie said from the kitchen.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company," Olive said, "how rude of me."

"We told you in the Pie Hole earlier that she was coming over," Chuck said, slightly confused. She wanted to know why Olive had been acting so strange lately. Ever since she had started seeing Hallie.

"Oh, yeah. Must have slipped my mind," Olive said forcing a laugh, "You know how I get sometimes."

"You said you had some of my mail?"

"Oh, yeah, here."

"Olive, this is for a Mr. Rosecrans."

"So it's not yours?"

"No."

"Oh."

Hallie came out of the kitchen, "Olive, would you like to stay for dinner?"

Chuck's eyes grew wide and she gestured at Hallie from behind Olive's back. Olive was obviously imposing herself for some reason, and she didn't want her to be around long enough for Chuck to find out why.

"Oh, no, it's alright," Olive said, "I have stuff to do." Chuck sighed in relief, but Hallie persisted, "Are you sure? We have more than enough food." Chuck buried her face in her hands.

"No, I couldn't. Thank you though," Olive said she backed up and ran into Chuck, almost knocking them backwards. Chuck steadied herself by grasping at Olive's waist. Olive's back pressed against Chuck's fronts, her hands on her small waist, the brunette couldn't think properly as tingles ran through her entire body.

"Oh, sorry," Olive said, though didn't make an attempt to move from Chuck's grasp. "It's okay," Chuck squeaked, arms falling heavily to her sides as she attempted to back away from the tiny woman.

"Well, I better go," Olive said making her way toward the door awkwardly, "bye!"

"Bye!" Hallie said as the door closed. Chuck collapsed on the couch, shaking slightly. Her heart was pounding so fiercely that she was afraid it would pound out of her chest, and the blood that wasn't in her cheeks seemed to have settled in a lower portion of her body.

"What did you say about Olive not being interested in you?" Hallie called from the kitchen. Chuck grunted, her head in her hands. Hallie sat down next to the frustrated woman and rubbed her back.

"Does she know what she does to me?" she croaked.

"I don't think she knows," Hallie said, "But I think you have the same effect of her."

Chuck looked up at her, "What?"

"She's jealous."

"No, she's not."

"She came over here to purposely interrupt us so that she could see how…intimate we were. That looks like jealousy."

"Or being nosy."

"Chuck. She likes you."

Shaking her head wildly, Chuck insisted, "This is too much for me to think about right now."

Understanding, Hallie nodded her head, stroking Chuck's hair comfortingly. She kissed her forehead, "I understand."

They had decided they shouldn't see each other anymore. Not as more than friends anyways. Chuck and Olive pretended like the incident in the apartment had never happened, neither wanting to bring the awkward situation back up.

Chuck lay in her bed a few weeks later, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't stop thinking of Olive. Sure there relationship had went back to normal for the most part, but that didn't erase the feeling she had for her. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Chuck sighed, "Who could it be at this time of night?" She looked over at Ned, who was sleeping soundly, unperturbed by the persistent knocking. The brunette swung her legs out of the bed and shuffled to the door. Before the door was even fully open, a small woman pushed her way through the door, leaping on Chuck. They lost their balance and Chuck fell to the floor with a thud, the other woman on top of her.

"Olive?" Chuck asked in disbelief. "No talking," Olive said breathlessly. She pressed her lips to Chuck's with such a force that she felt she would faint. Their kisses became for desperate and sloppy as their desire grew. Olive pulled away, straddling Chuck's hips, "We're wearing too many clothes," she said pulling her nightgown over her head. "What about Ned?" Chuck asked. "Forget about Ned," Olive said pulling at Chuck's nightgown.

"He's in the next room," she giggled as her nightgown was thrown to some corner of the room. "Stop thinking," Olive said, her hands roaming all over Chuck's body, their lips reconnecting once more. The blonde pulled away from her, causing Chuck to whimper.

"You're gonna need to wake up you know," Olive said looking at her. "What?" Chuck asked holding Olive's arms. The small woman brought her lips closer to the brunette's teasingly, "Wake up."

Chuck jolted awake, sitting up from the bed frantically. She gasped for air, looking around the room. She was in bed, sheets soaked through. "Oh my god," Chuck muttered to herself, cradling her head in her hands. It was a dream. It was all a dream. He pounding feeling between her legs, however, was definitely not a dream.

Chuck couldn't go through the days anymore pretending she wasn't harboring these feelings for the blonde. Her eyes were expertly trained on her, used to watching her every move. Her heart would leap into her throat as her voice floated through the air, even when it was merely a customer's order. She needed to talk to Olive. And she needed to talk to her now.

She wasn't sure whether it was the lack of sleep, the secret burning inside of her or the burning desire between her legs that was fueling her out of the apartment and down the hall to Olive's door. But after the first knock, it was too late to figure it out.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," came a muffled voice through the door. Chuck stood nervously, her thighs closed tight together, trying to suppress the feeling between her legs. "What am I doing?" Chuck suddenly thought to herself, "I should leave right now. She'll never know it was me." She was about to turn and go back to apartment 43 when Olive opened the door, "Chuck?" she said in disbelief, "What are you doing here?"

Chuck's mouth opened and closed like a fish, suddenly at a loss for words. Olive ushered her into the apartment. Looking at Olive in her short nightgown, stopping halfway down her tanned thighs, Chuck swallowed all the anxiety she was feeling and let all the feelings she had stumble out of her mouth.

"Oliveimnlovewityouandireallydonwanthistoruinourfriendshipbutireally-"

The blonde put a finger to Chuck's lips, stopping her mid ramble. Her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes. Olive slowly removed her finger from her lips and pushed her lightly onto the couch. "Now," she said, "let's start again. But slower."

Chuck took a deep breath. "I love you, Olive," she said slowly, her eyes still closed. Silence. Her confession was met by nothing but silence. So she slowly opened her eyes, afraid that she would repulse Olive. But instead, she was sitting there, smiling softly at the taller woman.

"Oh, Chuck," she said softly, "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"What?"

Olive scooted closer to her, "Ever since that day on the road. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

"But…but you kissed Ned."

"It was a reflex. I was confused. It seemed like the logical think to do at the time."

"It really hurt to…to see you kissing him. Especially after you kissed me."

"I know, Chuck. I'm so sorry. That day I went up to the roof to tell you how I felt and then you said the kiss didn't mean anything. And then you were with that Hallie girl and. Oh, Chuck. I was so confused!"

Chuck put her hands over Olive's, tears falling from her eyes. Chuck cupped her cheek, wiping the tear tracks from her face. "I'm so sorry, Olive," Chuck said tears falling from her own eyes, "I was so hurt after you kissed Ned. I didn't know what I was doing."

Olive closed her eyes, and leaned into Chuck's palm. "No more talking," she whispered, leaning into Chuck. Their faces getting closer and closer. "Olive, I-"

"No more talking."

Their lips pressed together, and the most wonderful feeling began to course through Chuck's veins. Warmth filled her body and she pushed herself closer to the blonde. They pulled away, their faces still close. Chuck stroked Olive's face lovingly, taking in every aspect of her face. For the first time in weeks, she smiled genuinely.