Okay. Corpsicle. The whole series is a comin'! I'm sooo glad you guys like this fic!!! I was so happy with all the great reviews you guys are giving me. Tell me if you think I'm not on script enough or I'm too much on script of whatever. Thanks again! Enjoy!
Corpsicle
The next morning, Chuck awoke with a start, unsure of where she was, but feeling the tiny arms around her, she relaxed. Her face was still buried in the crook of Olive's neck and she closed her eyes, taking in her scent. Lavender she decided. The blonde was singing quietly into her hair, stroking her head lovingly. Sighing, Chuck enjoyed the sound of Olive's voice as it floated airlessly through the room.
"You have a beautiful voice," she said softly when she finished. "I didn't know you were awake," Olive said with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. Chuck said nothing, just kissed the bottom of her chin tenderly. The blonde squeezed her gently, "Are you okay?"
Sighing, Chuck answered, "I've been better." Kissing the top of her head, Olive gently got out of bed, "Ima go make some breakfast."
Chuck whimpered at the loss of contact, holding her pillow closely. Olive went into the restroom when there was a knock at the door.
She heard to door open and Ned's voice in the hall. She sat on the end of the bed in hopes of hearing their conversation but only heard mumbling through the door. She heard the door close and Olive came into the bedroom, sitting next to Chuck.
"Are you gonna tell me what he did? Did he beat you?"
"No."
"Did he look like he wanted to beat you? 'Cause I swear to god if he lays a hand on you-"
"Olive."
Is it over? Between you and him? No more buddy buddy?"
"I don't know. I'm just…digesting."
"Well you can stay here until you pass whatever it is you're digesting."
"Thank you. And please don't tell him where I am."
Olive looked at her hands nervously, scooting closer to Chuck and placed a hand over hers, "Look, I know this is none of my business. But I have so many questions tugging at my tongue as to why you faked your death. And I just felt like I needed to respect your privacy on this issue-"
"I appreciate that."
"But I'm not gonna respect your privacy right now. I care about you, Chuck. And I'm worried about you. Why'd you fake your death? Is this an insurance scam? Are you and the Pie Maker in some kinda cahoots together?"
Chuck sighed. She loved Olive and she desperately wanted her to know about her…situation.
"I died. He brought me back to life."
Olive looked taken back for a moment before the hurt flooded her face, "If you don't wanna tell me just say so. I just thought that it would be nice to know why your girlfriend is in hiding."
"Olive-"
"I'm goin' to your aunts later. Now that you're avoiding Ned I guess you won't be making them a pie. Want me to grab one off the rack?"
Chuck wanted to explain everything to her, but obviously she didn't want to tlalk about it.
"Would you mind terribly making it from scratch? I like it a certain way."
"Whatever way you've been makin' them is doing the trick. The mermaids are swimming."
"They're back in the water?"
"Vivian told me. Lily doesn't want me to know. Thinks I'll gloat. So I'm pretending not to…I'm pretending not to know a lot these days."
The last sentence broke Chuck's heart, "Olive-"
"Pear with gru 'er baked into the crust?"
"Mhm. And I add extra vanilla. It's my secret ingredient. Lily loves vanilla."
"You got it," Olive said kissing Chuck lightly.
She watched the blonde go into the bathroom, listening to the shower start. She wanted to Olive to know so badly. She loved her, she wanted to share everything with her. She wanted to know all her quirks and likes and dislikes. She could also tell that the small waitress was hurt by the truth she thought was a lie.
"Olive," Chuck said as she walked out of the restroom, completely dressed, "About my death-"
"Chuck," Olive interrupted, "you obviously don't wanna tell me. So it's fine. Just drop it."
"Olive, I do want to tell you-"
"Honey, you just went through an awful lot of trouble making that lie up. So it's obviously something you don't want to share with me."
"Olive!"
"I'll see you later," Olive said briskly, kissing her briefly before walking out the door. Chuck sighed. Not only was she dealing with the problem with Ned, but now Olive thought she was lying to her. How could she have let things get this messed up?
She got dressed slowly, mudding around the apartment until Olive came back. But Olive was at her aunts, so she knew it would be a while until she came back. So she wandered out of the house around the city. She had somehow found herself at the graveyard, sitting by her father's grave. Chuck missed him, more than anything. She felt the tears begin to fall, chilling her skin against the cold winter air.
Ned came from around a headstone, "Chuck?"
"There's no headstone for me yet, we wait a year," she said, "How'd you know I was here?"
"Because I've been everywhere else first."
"I feel better. I don't hate you anymore." Ned smiled thankfully.
"I have an idea," the dead Girl said wiping the snow off of her father's name on his headstone.
"No."
"I thought for one minute."
"I'm not gonna bring him back just so you can watch me kill him again. I can't do that to you. I won't"
Chuck's tears fell harder. She wanted desperately to be held right now, to be comforted. But Ned couldn't touch her and Olive was miles away. They were silent on the ride back home, the glass separating them. When she got back to Olive's apartment, the blonde was sitting on the couch.
"Chuck, I was worried about you," she said. She looked at her differently for some reason, but Chuck ignored it. Instead she walked over to her and climbed into her arms. "I love you so much, Olive" she said through tears, "I want to explain everything to you. Everything."
Olive shushed her and smoothed back her hair, "We'll talk about it in the morning." Chuck nodded. Holding her face in her hands, Olive kissed Chuck passionately before pulling back and resting their foreheads against each other. "I love you, Chuck," Olive said quietly, "And I just want you to share things with me."
Chuck nodded, her heart overflowing with happiness and sadness simultaneously. They kissed again, Chuck's tongue running on Olive's lower lip for entrance. She complied massaging her tongue with her own as Chuck pushed her down on the couch. Chuck began to unbutton Olive's top.
"Chuck," the blonde said holding her hands, "Are you sure you want to do this? After everythin-"
Chuck silenced her with a kiss, pulling her hands free and resting them on her hips, "Make love to me." The blonde nodded wordlessly and let Chuck continue to unbutton her top, letting it fall to the ground silently. She sat up and got off the couch, pulling Chuck to the bedroom after her. She gently laid Chuck down on the bed and crawled on top of her slowly. Olive stroked her face, kissing her wordlessly.
The brunette let Olive undo her dress and pull it off of her smoothly, placing it at the end of the bed. Both completely undressed, Olive just lay on top of Chuck, kissing her tenderly, "Are you sure?"
Chuck simply rolled them over so she was on top and began kissing down Olive's body, leaving wet marks in her wake. The combination of the cold and her arousal made Olive's nipples hard. Chuck swirled her tongue around one, taking the other between her fingers. She continued kissing down her body, stopping at her hips.
"Chuck," Olive said in a strangled moan. She crawled back up her, looking in her eyes. She kissed her passionately, all the feeling she had coming out into that kiss. Pulling away, she kissed her neck, licking and sucking at the pulse point. Her hand tangled in blonde curls as she cupped Olive's center.
"Chuck," Olive moaned again. "What is it, love?" Chuck asked against her neck. "I love you," Olive breathed. "I love you too," Chuck said entering her at the same time. Olive arched off of the bed as Chuck began a pace. A shaky hand made it's way to Chuck's center, entering her quickly. The two women thrust into each other, their paces matching. Chuck pressed her thumb to the bundle of nerve above Olive's opening and she fell apart under her, screaming Chuck's name. She curled her fingers and Chuck came right afterwards. Their moans tangled in the cold winter air as Chuck collapsed on Olive's shaking body.
The brunette kissed her face over and over again. "I love you," she kept whispering over and over again. "I love you so much." She was only silenced when Olive tangled her hands in her hair and kissed her. Chuck pulled the comforter over them and snuggled into Olive's tiny form. Kissing her neck lightly. "Thank you," she said before drifting into sleep.