Olivia smiled, feeling the unusual sensation of happiness fill her chest almost painfully. She tied the belt of her robe closed as she stared at the now empty doorway. Natalia had grabbed her red silk robe from the hook, the one Olivia wore when she was feeling... less than pure; leaving her the thicker one to wear in the cool morning air of the farmhouse. She shook her head in wonder, even subconsciously, the younger woman was always taking care of her.
Olivia's smile turned into a smirk as she thought about how short that red robe really was. She hadn't bought it for it's practicality, she bought it because of the way it made her look. And the brief glance she had gotten of Natalia before the younger woman took off for the kitchen made the butterflies in her stomach flutter back to life. She laughed softly, amazed when she felt desire building inside of her yet again. More than anything she wanted to run down the stairs and grab Natalia; she wanted to run her fingers through that thick black mane and kiss her until her lips were swollen and bruised.
Shivering, Olivia straightened her shoulders and walked into the bathroom instead. She had zero control when it came to Natalia and she was having a hard time figuring out why that didn't bother her as much as it should. She flipped on the light absently, walking over to the sink to grab up a hair tie. When her eyes landed on her own reflection, her mouth fell open, a soft exhalation of air the only sound as she stared at herself in fascination.
The woman who stared back at her was someone she barely recognized.
It was subtle, so subtle that only someone who really knew her would notice. She had always been careful about the face she showed in public. She went to extraordinary amounts of trouble to hide the sadness and frustration that lined her features on most days, using make-up and clothes to present a powerful woman, one to be reckoned with, one who did not and would not succumb to the pressures that would make others run screaming from her life.
But the Olivia that stared back at her now... needed none of it.
Her face was relaxed, the small lines around her eyes and on her forehead... gone! Her mouth was turned up at the ends in a half-smile that felt so natural she almost laughed. Her skin was glowing, her eyes bright, almost ethereally so; the happiness she felt inside shining through them like some kind of beacon. She reached out and touched the glass, her fingers trailing over the reflection of her lips before she brought both hands to her own face, a small sound of surprise escaping her as Natalia filled her senses.
Olivia closed her eyes and groaned, breathing in deeply, losing herself in the younger woman's scent as her mind played back the events of the prior evening. She stayed that way for several long minutes, her body and mind lost in memory, then reluctantly pulled her hands away, bracing them against the sink as she opened heavy eyes.
It was all still there. The love, the desire... the need. None of it had lessened from having been with her. She had known this was real, but just how real, how...forever... it all felt...
Suddenly the kitchen was too far away.
Olivia picked up her brush, running it through her hair quickly before splashing cold water on her face, more to cool herself down than for any other purpose. As she patted the water away with a towel, her hair fell to one side and she saw the dark red mark that stood out starkly against the pale smoothness of her throat. Her mind supplied the corresponding memory instantly, her knees buckling as she remembered the feel of Natalia's teeth. She could almost hear the soft words that had accompanied them echo back to her in the stillness of the bathroom.
Tell me what you need...
"I need you." She whispered. "Just you... for the rest of my life."
Tossing the brush aside, she rushed from the bathroom and down the stairs.
Natalia was leaning against the sink when she stepped into the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee that seemed forgotten as she stared off into space. She didn't react when Olivia came near and the older woman felt panic creep up along her spine at the faraway look in her eyes.
"Natalia?" She said softly, stopping less than a foot away. When the younger woman didn't respond, she reached out tentatively, laying her fingers against the side of her neck. "Sweetheart?" Natalia turned her head, locking dazed brown eyes with her own. "Baby?" She took the beloved face in her hands. "Natalia, what's wrong?"
"Wrong?" The younger woman's voice was soft, hesitant. "No... nothing... nothing's wrong." She smiled and the simple beauty of it took Olivia's breath away. "I'm... I was.... just thinking..."
Olivia bit her bottom lip, her head leaning to one side as she trailed her thumbs across the brunette's cheeks. "Whatcha thinking about?"
Natalia's lips parted with a gentle sigh as her eyes dropped to fixate on Olivia's mouth. "Being inside you." She whispered.
Olivia felt the words like an actual caress and she was unable to stop herself from pressing into the younger woman as she groaned, her head falling forward to rest against Natalia's shoulder. She pulled the coffee mug from her fingers and set it carefully on the counter.
Natalia's arms came up to circle her waist, pulling their bodies more tightly together. She nudged Olivia's head up with her chin, catching her lips in a kiss that went from gentle to passionate in the span of seconds. She felt the older woman's lips part and slid her tongue inside to taste the recesses of her mouth, moaning softly when one of Olivia's hands dropped down to her thigh, sliding up and around to cup her backside where it was barely hidden beneath the short robe she wore. She felt the strong fingers squeeze and tore her lips away, gasping the older woman's name into a delicate shoulder as she dug her nails into her sides. Swallowing hard, she pulled away slightly and gave her lover a stern look.
"Hmmm?" Olivia smiled and tried to pull her close again, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion when Natalia put a hand against her chest to hold her back. "What?" She tried to bat the hand out of her way and pouted when Natalia broke free, laughing as she pulled a chair out between them.
"Sit!" The brunette commanded, blinking in surprise when Olivia did as she was told. "Well...that was easy."
Olivia placed her hands on her thighs, sliding them up, teasing her by catching the edge of the robe with her thumbs. "I was hoping you'd be joining me..."
"After breakfast." She said firmly. "You need to eat."
Olivia raised one eyebrow. "Trust me... I was planning to..."
The flush that covered the younger woman's face and neck was altogether charming. "Behave!" She pleaded. "Otherwise we'll both starve to death!"
Olivia sighed heavily. "If I have to."
Natalia went to the fridge, pulling out eggs, bacon and milk and setting them on the counter. "Did you want coffee?"
Olivia started to say no, that neither of them would survive it, when she noticed the location of her favorite mug. High up... on the top shelf of the cabinet. She smiled. "Yes, please."
The younger woman nodded. She turned around and stood on her toes, stretching an arm up to grab the mug. She heard the soft whimper behind her before she felt the cool air against her backside and quickly dropped back down, her cheeks flaming bright red as she whirled on Olivia with an accusatory look. "Olivia Spencer! You did that on purpose!"
Olivia shook her head absently, her mind still stuck on the image of smooth olive skin stretched over the gentle swell of buttocks. "What?" She asked innocently. "I didn't tell you which mug to use!"
"This robe is ridiculous, you know that right?"
"Actually, at the moment I think it's kind of perfect." She smiled. "Tell you what, we'll take turns. Tomorrow morning... I'll wear it."
The smile on Natalia's face faded to something else, something.... hungry and she raised her eyebrows in appreciation. "I suddenly see the appeal." She looked down at the ground, teeth nibbling nervously on her upper lip. "So... it's not just me...then?" She asked softly.
Olivia didn't have to ask what she was talking about. It was the same revelation she had had upstairs in front of the mirror. The want... the need, to be together had only gotten stronger. Being together once hadn't been anywhere close to enough... she would never get enough. "No." She whispered. "It's definitely not just you."
Natalia nodded. She opened one of the lower cabinets, being careful to crouch down instead of bending over as she grabbed her favorite breakfast pan.
Olivia smiled at her modesty, even while it confused the hell out of her. Natalia was perfect. Her body slender and tight with gently defined muscles covered in smooth, flawless skin. Even the light dusting of freckles that adorned her shoulders and upper chest only added to the appeal and for the life of her, Olivia could not understand why the woman was shy about it. But then, that was certainly a part of her charm; the fact that she wore her beauty like a favorite pair of old jeans, comfortable in it so long as no one pointed it out. She felt her palms begin to tingle as she watched the younger woman move about the kitchen, swallowing against the dryness of her throat as the need to touch her grew to an almost unbearable level.
Olivia blinked as the realization hit her that their relationship had changed. They had turned the corner from friends to lovers and that meant that she was allowed to touch now...didn't it?
She heard Natalia settle the pan onto the burner and felt her stomach do a series of lazy flips.
Natalia... and the stove...
She was standing behind the younger woman before her mind even registered that she had moved. She dropped her hands, bending her knees slightly so that she could lay them in Natalia's thighs. Then she straightened, dragging her hands up, pulling up the edge of the robe so that her nails could trail over the skin beneath.
"Oh...." Natalia's head fell back against the older woman's chest as her hands covered Olivia's. The feel of those strong fingers so close to her center chased away any rational thought and she surrendered completely, her body trembling as Olivia pressed up tightly against her back. Soft lips touched her neck and she leaned her head to the side, humming softly when Olivia's mouth caused tiny pinpricks of pain as she suckled, raising a red mark she knew she would be unable to hide. "Olivia..." She whimpered.
"Shhh." Olivia lifted her hands to the younger woman's waist, working the belt free and letting it fall away as she slid her fingers inside the robe and over the warm skin of Natalia's stomach. She felt the muscles under her fingertips clench and moaned.
It was too much...
Raising her arms, she brushed the red silk from Natalia's shoulders, allowing it to pool unnoticed on the kitchen floor as she yanked on the belt of her own robe. She stepped away long enough to pull the terry cloth open and then crushed the smaller body to her, Natalia's cry of appreciation sending a flood of moisture to the juncture between her legs as her mind reeled from the softness lining her front. She brought her hands up to cup full breasts, her fingers tightening on already swollen nipples as the feel of Natalia's backside pressed tightly into her groin drove her completely insane. Her hips began to move on their own, grinding her intimate flesh against the soft swells of Natalia's ass as she kissed a path along the smooth shoulder beneath her lips.
Natalia gasped, her eyes closing tightly as the fingers on her nipples tightened, stopping just shy of being painful; the need inside of her rising to a level she had not thought possible. She felt the muscles in her legs spasm and go weak at the wet warmth pressed hard against her and she bent forward slightly, bracing her arms against the stove as she pushed back into the woman behind her.
Olivia cried out at the increase in pressure, her right hand sliding down quickly to cup the heat between Natalia's legs. She groaned loudly at the wetness that met her fingers, licking her lips unconsciously as thoughts of how Natalia tasted stole the breath from her body. Her fingers wasted no time finding a rhythm that matched her own, using the motion of her hips to press Natalia more firmly into her hand.
"Oh.... god!"
The words hung in the air between them, neither of them knowing which had spoken and neither of them caring as the motion between them increased. Natalia raised her head, arching her back as she slid her hand around Olivia's neck, her fingers stroking through the sweat-damp hair for a moment before winding into it and holding on tightly.
Olivia felt the body in her arms begin to tremble, recognized the same tightness in her own muscles and increased the speed of her fingers, flicking them over the small bundle of nerves that connected her to the women in front of her. She felt Natalia's body go rigid, felt her own muscles tighten in sympathy and bit down hard on Natalia's neck, reveling in the scream that tore free from the younger woman's throat as her release ripped through her. The feel of the younger woman coming apart in her arms pushed Olivia over her own precipice and she pressed into Natalia hard, whimpering when the brunette's fingers gripped her hair. She muffled her cries against the sweetness of Natalia's neck, tasting the salt tang of sweat on her skin as she collapsed against her.
They stayed that way until Olivia felt the strength leave the body beneath her. Slowly, carefully, she slid to the floor, turning so that she landed on her backside with Natalia curled up naked on her lap. She felt Natalia shiver and opened her robe wide, wrapping it around her gently before running her fingers through sweat slick hair. "So... yeah..." She swallowed.
The beauty of Natalia's smile lit up her world. "Okay...." She nodded weakly. "I get it now..."
Olivia looked at her curiously. "Get what?"
"Your thing with my stove..."