Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination, and a few stray thoughts. Characters belong to CBS and P&G.
A/N: Takes Place between 02Jan2009 and 15Jan2009 episodes. (After Christmas and before the two mommies presentation.)
All errors are my own.
Kairos: Working the Banquet.
Fandom: Guiding Light Pairing: Natalia/ Olivia
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Three days of rearranged schedules, police interviews, and frantic guests had left the Beacon Hotel staff debilitated. The CEO and her assistant were on fire watch for tempers flair ups. Olivia was having trouble getting to sleep. Sleeping pills and alcohol were not daily options. One night she had taken an OTC sleep aide and a smallish martini. Natalia found her sleepwalking and talking outside the master bedroom.
"Dolce amica mia, Natalia, vera amore mia. Tu sei il desiderio cuore mia." Olivia muttered.
"Again with the Italian Liv?" The bemused brunette sighed and led her wayward housemate back to her own room.
"Where are you Liv?"
"We, dolce amica mia, are in Portofino. I'm taking you, Emma, and Ralfe to the beach." An angelic smile floated across Olivia's lips. Stumbling into semi wakefulness Olivia allowed herself to be pulled down the hall.
Yes, Olivia the beach, but first I'm putting you to bed." The younger woman snickered. "Here we are, now I'm going to tuck you in, be a good girl."
The blond women climbed into bed. Natalia leaned over and tucked her in. "Do I need to tell you a bedtime story, or do you need a glass of warm milk to get back to dreamland Miss Liv? I know a kiss goodnight."
Natalia bestowed a feathery soft kiss on each of Olivia's checks. The Latina hesitated before pulling away.
"My Olivia what am I going to do with you?" Natalia mused as she left the room.
"Continue to nurture and enrich Emma and I with your sweet soul." Olivia whispered to the empty room. Flipping over she picked up her whimsical dream.
A delightful persistent ache in Olivia 's heart and in loins, invaded her dream. Natalia the name conjured up the delicate, lovely, infuriating, strong willed Latina. In dreams Olivia could open her arms, open her soul, and openly tell Natalia how much she valued her. Fear of loseing her stopped the dreamer from verbalizing her hearts desires. Was it a dream or a scheme, or just her mind floating fancy free. Her chimera of what could be played on.
Portofino by the Sea Of Liguria. Slate blue sky meeting teal blue ocean. Amber and white painted townhouses clinging to the cliff side. Twisty winding cobblestone streets lined with small shops. Some selling shoes, some selling the latest gossip taken for news, some selling beachwear, some wine, and picnic fare.
Rafe and Emma racing ahead towards the beach, a large wicker basket swinging between them. In Olivia's
vagary her sweetheart was dressed in a short dark blue sundress with a lace up bodice and strappy
sandals. Her black mane of hair held back by a faded blue ribbon. The brunette's long toned legs and her cleavage tastefully displayed.
Olivia intently ogled her sweetheart's décolletage. She twisted her lips into a smirk before licking them.
"My sweet friend. Natalia, my true love, you are my heart's desire." Olivia 's dream self spoke.
"You are mine Olivia. You are my love, and my desire." the figmental Natalia's brown eyes shone with love.
Bending down Olivia stole a quick gentle kiss. The blonde felt a warm tingle engulf her.
"Natalia, my love I need more than your whispered 'I love you's'. I need to give you more than words."
" Vásquez de Coronado never found his cities of gold, but I've found mine with you. I want to explore, and treasure your bounty. I want to be lost in the sea of your eyes. I want to run my hands though your golden hair, feel its satiny strains. I need you."Imaginary Natalia murmured.
Olivia could feel soft hands caressing her arms and face. The brush of silky hair tickling her, then she felt her sides being caressed and tickled.
"Olivia, come on wakee, wakee, I've got egg whites and fake baky." The real Natalia smirked at her.
"Yeah, woa, I've got to get something to help me sleep. Those little blue and white pills give me strange dreams." Olivia groused.
The brunette picked up a pillow off the floor, pulled the pillowcase tight, fluffed it and then whacked Olivia with it.
"No fair hitting the sleep deprived." Olivia whined.
"We have the Rotary Club Meet and Greet today, another run through for the Tillman event, and our daughter has a tumbling class after school. More your lovely bloody arse my fair lady, or are you Queen Of Mojoland today?" The Latina directed.
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"Which one is the owner of The Beacon." The dark eyed fellow draped in a fitted charcoal pinstripe suite asked a waiter.
"She's the blond, green eyed woman over by the coffee service." The penguin suited server advised.
Taking a moment to look at her with admiration "Lovely, and curvy, just my type." The stranger grinned in return.
He casually flipped open a cell phone.
"Vince Russo , you old son of a sailor, how much was that bet again. Yes it's on. Don't go counting your winnings yet. Oh yes Springfield is still a cozy, sheltered, little place. I'll say hello to Your Aunt Betsy. I'll talk with you later."
Olivia Spencer felt eyes on her. She pictured dark coca eyes with tiny flecks of gold, and a dimpled smile. "Talia it's decaffeinated not regular."
"I have been called many things in my past, but Talia is not one of them I'm Arron Passera. an impressive meet and greet. I'm mostly here for the Tillman thing. Esther Tillman, and I grew up together. Our mothers were roommates at Northern Illinois." The tall dark stranger's tone dropped to a gossipy whisper. "Sol has always been a wee bit jealous of our relationship." Arron smiled.
"Ah Passera, Doesn't that mean Sparrow." Olivia smiled back at him "Do you speak Italian?"
"Sì, un poco ." Arron Passera flirted.
"L'italia è un paese meraviglioso. " Olivia confided. Looking past him she watched her assistant. The brunette weaving in and out of the cloth covered round tables aiding the wait staff. Flickering candlelight ricocheting off her hair as she moved about the room.
"Italy is a wonderful country. Yes, it is. My family is blessed to still have ties back to Umbria." Arron Passera bragged.
"A toast to all things Italian." he snagged two flutes of amber liquid from a server, and passed one to her.
Natalia materialized, vectoring in on the pair. She bumped Olivia's elbow causing her to spill her drink onto Arron Passera.'s shoes.
"Please excuse me, I'm such a klutz." The Latina fairly hummed. "Allow me to get you replacement drinks." Natalia gave Olivia a meaningful stare.
"Hold on for a minute and allow me to introduce you to Arron Passera." Olivia glared back at Natalia. "Natalia Rivera è la mia migliore amica e la mia manager commerciale."
"So nice to work with your best friend. What type of extracurricular activeness do you share?"
" Extracurricular activeness We play backgammon, boardgames, cards, watch old movies,..." The brunette stated to reply.
Olivia cut her assistant off. "Talia, honey he does not mean those type of extracurricular endeavors."
"Okay then. Olivia you have a Skye call on your schedule for Katrina Delgatto in about ten minutes." Natalia said as she waved to one of the servers. "Please bring Ms. Spencer a drink, and get a flute of wine for Mr. er
Mr. Passera."
A waiter brought back two flutes one with a lemon twist he handed to his boss, the other with the house white
wine he handed to Arron Passera.
Oliva raised the glass to her lips and drank, surprised that it was tonic and only tonic with a twist.
"I see Betsy Stephens is still working here. I have to go and say hello. Please excuse me. May I take you out for a bite sometime while I'm in town Olivia?" Arron Passera took the blond's hand and smiled.
"Yes, a bite. Sounds good. I love practicing my Italian " Olivia flirted back.
"Ms. Rivera a word please." Olivia's purred out. "Tonic with a twist is my Special drink huh?"
"Yes it is when you have to take sleeping pills. I got you a new alarm clock and a sound machine by the way.
I read if you're having issues sleeping then small changes to your routine and environment can help." The Latina softly replied.
"You are the best, Talia ." Oliva beamed. "Yes your are my BFF, with benefits. Although not the type of benefits that Arron was thinking about. I'll be in my office gossiping with Kat for about an hour then you and I can go pick-up our Jumping Jellybean."
Olivia contemplated her assistant with amusement.
God how utterly adorable she can be "Extracurricular activeness We play boardgames, cards, watch old movies,..."
Natalia thought to herself,
How sweet is that. She's complimenting me on taking care of her, too sweet. That's my job, and truth be told my pleasure to take care of her and Emma. Here I'm having naughty dreams about her,. When she dreams of me it is taking the family to the beach. I wonder why she was taking us to a beach in Portofino Italy?
"We, dolce amica mia, are in Portofino. I'm taking you and Emma, and Ralfe to the beach."
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"Vince told me to say hello to you. He also said you might have a small job for me while I'm in town Betsy."
Betsy Stephens looked up and down at him. "You're The Sparrow? Vince led me to believe that you can take care of things quickly and quietly. I just need two people out of my way for a few months, not a permanent situation. One of them should be getting out of the hospital by Friday or Monday. You just bumped into the other one, Rivera, She's the boss's right hand and right now it is getting in my way. I tried to handle things on my own, but sometimes just like with plumbing you gotta have professional help."
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