Contretemps
Chapter Eleven
7:42 p.m.
"You know how hard it is, Gwinnie," Olivia oozed, leaned back in her Adirondack, head rested and smiling. "Every year that I get older it gets harder to keep weight off. But…" she looked back at the older woman, "...you have to make it a priority. Eat right...exercise when you can. You know?" Olivia took another sip of her Merlot before setting it back on the arm rest and folding her hands over her lower belly.
Gwinnie smiled at her and nodded. "Like I said, Olivia. You look amazing."
The brunette closed her eyes again and leaned her head back, moaning. "Thank you, Gwinnie. That means a lot."
James Taylor was singing about someone's smiling face on the speakers that hung on the eaves just above the doorway and the sound of the evening waves could be heard just beyond his smooth alto voice.
A squeaking of the hinges and Olivia opened her eyes to find Alex exiting from inside the house now, just coming from using the bathroom, and watched as her wife closed the door behind her. Alex's walk was unsteady, her eyes glassy, and she was smirking as she raised her arms into the air and moved to the railing that overlooked the sand that led to the water, just feet from the porch.
She began swaying her hips to the beat, turning around slowly, enjoying the moment.
Olivia simply watched her. Those hips, that ass, that porcelain skin against the khaki hue of her dress. Her hair was now up in a messy bun and her glasses were on.
And she was still smiling.
Olivia took another sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving the blonde, and she rested her wine glass on her upper thigh.
"Olivia…" Gwinnie's voice to her right.
The brunette peeled her eyes from her wife and looked at the Cabot housekeeper, smiling.
"Go dance with your wife." She winked.
Olivia's smile broadened and she leaned forward, setting her glass on the ground beneath her chair and then standing and looking at Gwinnie. "You'll never have to ask me twice to dance."
Gwinnie only winked.
Olivia smoothed her dress down the front and adjusted the hips before she moved slowly towards Alex, watching her, the blonde still in her own world.
She moved up close and Alex finally opened her eyes, smiling at her. Olivia slipped her arms around her, pulling their bodies close, looking her face over.
"You feeling good, Babe?" Olivia asked.
Alex nodded. "Mmm...more than you know, Liv."
Olivia's smile broadened. "Oh, I think I have some idea." She reached up with her right hand and cupped her face, her other arm still wrapped around her, looking her eyes over, her cheekbones, that jaw, those pink-tinged cheeks, and that mouth.
God, that mouth always drove her crazy. From the first day that she saw it. So naturally pink. So perfectly pouty. So full and kissable. And she adored the words that came out of it, as well—everything from sarcastic to sensual. That was just one of the things that Olivia loved the most about it.
That and the way it moved along her own, moved along her body, pleasured her so intimately, so intensely.
They continued to sway to the music and they held each other closer, chins on shoulders. Olivia closed her eyes and inhaled her wife in her arms, inhaled the fresh salty night air, inhaled the moment that they were sharing.
The song ended and Shania Twain began singing about not being impressed about money or looks or cars. The two continued to dance slowly, a contrasting adagio to the tempo of the song. But it didn't matter at all.
What mattered was them, their family, the perfection of the evening, of that moment.
She felt Alex pull away slightly and Olivia did the same. They pulled even further apart, their right hands still holding the other's, and Olivia raised them above Alex's head to twirl her before pulling her back into her arms, the two now dancing to the rhythm.
From over Alex's shoulder, Olivia watched Gwinnie try, unsuccessfully, to get Cathy to dance, and then proceed to join the two ladies, her large frame and big hips and backside shaking to the beat.
Alex and Olivia moved even further away from each other and let Gwinnie join their group, the three now dancing and laughing, arms up and snapping, feet stepping. Olivia took the shorter chubby woman's hands and spun her around before resuming her own dancing.
The song ended and all that could be heard was light panting and ocean waves.
"Whooo! That's a lot for me...especially with the wine!" Gwinnie giggled, fanning herself before moving back to her chair.
"Alex, Dear?" Cathy's voice now.
"Yeah, Mom?" Alex took her glass of Chardonnay from the wide railing of the patio and took a sip before moving toward her mother, watching as Gwinnie helped her to stand.
"Shall we go look at the slides now, Dear? Before it gets too late?" Cathy asked, holding on to Gwinnie's arm now, the two petite women almost equal in height.
Olivia watched her wife smile before the brunette made her way behind her and wrapped her arms around her, resting her chin on the blonde's shoulder, her hands clasped at her low waist before sliding even lower.
"Yeah, Mom." Alex clutched Olivia's hands on her belly. "How about we all change into pajamas and meet downstairs in about twenty minutes?" Alex raised her eyebrows.
"Sounds good, Alex."
Gwinnie and Cathy entered the house now and Olivia clenched the blonde's belly more firmly.
"Shall we put our pajamas on, too?" Olivia turned her face and took Alex's ear lobe into her mouth and bit gently before sucking lightly. She slowly let it go with a small popping sound.
Alex closed her eyes and moaned softly. "I'd love to see you in that sexy black Eberjey negligee instead." She leaned the back of her head on Olivia's shoulder.
The brunette smiled. "That'll come soon enough, Babe." She kissed the side of her neck.
"I can't wait to get back home, Liv. With the kids out of the house, I love the freedom we have now."
"I know, Al," Olivia husked against her ear, eyes closed. She inhaled her wife's redolence—her shampoo, her scent.
"And I'm so horny, Liv. You in that strapless dress, the way your ass moves in it...you've had me worked up all night. And now…" Alex turned now and slithered her arms around the brunette's waist, holding her close, "...with the wine and Long Island ice teas…" Alex cocked her head to the side, smiling at her sweetly, "...my body is so ready…"
Olivia smirked. "Oh, yeah? Ready?"
Alex nodded slowly, focusing on Olivia's mouth. "Extremely ready." Her gaze returned to her eyes.
"Like...record time ready?"
Alex smiled and then bit her lower lip, simply nodding.
"Well let's see what we can do in the next few minutes. What do you say?" Olivia held her elbow out.
"I say…" Alex hooked arms with her wife, "...lead the way, Babe."
Alex's backside was pressed against the sink counter, her left leg wrapped around her wife's ass, their mouths on each other's.
With shaky hands, the blonde reached in between their bodies and took the top elastic of her wife's dress and tugged downward. Breaking her mouth from the brunette's momentarily, she breathed, "I need to see and feel these…"
Olivia facilitated the effort and pulled the top elasticized portion of her dress downward to her waist, before letting their kissing resume. Alex's hands immediately went to her warm, soft flesh, squeezing, feeling their full weight, before letting her fingertips linger along Olivia's nipples.
The brunette moaned—low and long—and hastily pulled the blonde's dress upward to her hips before reaching into her underwear, her fingers instantly going to work.
Alex threw her head back and moaned. "Yes…"
"God, Al...you're so wet…" Olivia breathed before regathering the still-gravity-controlled dress in a bunch. "Hold this, Al…"
Alex only nodded, wadding the fabric in her left hand, watching as the brunette moved to kneel in front of her, gripping the front of her thighs firmly before caressing the skin there.
In one sweep, the blonde pulled the dress over her head and tossed it aside, behind Olivia on the floor.
"Well then, Al…" Olivia smiled up at her, those strong hands moving around to her backside.
"We're changing into pajamas anyway, Liv." Alex panted, "Take yours off, too, Babe."
Olivia reached down now and lifted her own dress over her head, tossing it behind her into the same pile as the blonde had done. Returning to her wife, the brunette resumed her position in front of her, in between her thighs. Alex felt her wife's warm breath against her now, then felt that tongue dart out—quickly at first and then she began languid motions.
Alex moaned, her hands going to her wife's hair, fingers entangling in the silkiness. She lifted her face to the ceiling now, widening her legs as Olivia's mouth continued pleasuring her so skillfully, so adeptly. That tongue was entering her now, rhythmically, knowing exactly where and how to touch her. Momentary pausing now and Alex could feel her own thighs quivering from need. She looked down and watched as the brunette took her fore and middle fingers into her mouth and sucked, moistening them fully, those cocoa eyes never leaving her. She then pressed them to Alex's opening, biting her lower lip.
"You OK?" Olivia asked.
Alex nodded quickly, watching her every movement. "Your mouth, too, Babe. I'm gonna come fast."
Olivia licked her lips now and Alex almost came undone from watching that simple action. But then those lips, that mouth, touched her, the simultaneous sensation of the brunette penetrating her, and Alex felt immediate burning twinging pulsations, a cluster of mini orgasms pulsating along her clit and lower lips.
"Keep...going," Alex breathed.
"You came already, Babe?"
Alex glanced down at the brunette, her breathing all over the place, before closing her eyes again and tilting her head back once more. "Keep going, Liv and we can talk about the specifics later."
That mouth again, those strong digits continuing to pump.
"Uh…" Alex moaned and then again, even higher pitched and louder. She placed her hand on top of Olivia's head, pulling her closer, that mouth now even firmer against her core, her tongue and lips working, her hand never ceasing.
Olivia's breathing was heavy against her now and along with the pleasure she was receiving from Olivia's physical motions, the combination of her warm breath sent the blonde over the edge and she felt the euphoric peak, her body freezing before she crashed down, her entire form convulsing with uncontrolled spasms of eroticism.
Olivia continued to see her orgasm through and when Alex's being finally stopped jolting, the blonde let out a slow, contented sigh.
She felt Olivia's body now, moving away and then upward and closer. Alex opened her eyes and smiled at her wife.
"Pretty good, huh?" Olivia smiled.
"Always, Liv," Alex whispered.
Olivia leaned into her and pressed her mouth to the blonde's. Alex moaned into the kiss, getting in another feel of her wife's breasts once again as she tasted herself on the brunette's lips.
They pulled away and simply looked at the other, smiling.
"I guess we should get changed and into the TV room." Alex eyed her wife's breasts.
"I guess so, Al."
"Thanks, Liv. You will be rewarded." Alex winked.
"I can't wait, Babe."
Alex had her left arm around her mother's shoulder on the sofa. With Olivia on her wife's right side, they continued through the vintage slides from the study closet. They had been through Bill and Cathy's wedding photos and were now on some of the kids when Jonathan was six and Alex was one.
In this one, Cathy was holding Alex in her arms, the blonde with little pigtails, a diaper, and a pink sundress on, squinting against the sun. The family was at the beach and Jonathan was hugged close to his mother, holding her upper thighs and waist.
"Your father was taking the picture. But I think he's in the next one," Cathy offered.
Olivia's fingers continued to lightly stroke the skin on the back of her wife's neck, slowly, her digits traveling gently along her hairline and nape. "I can't believe how much our girls look like you, Babe." The brunette's eyes glazed over as she stared at the large white screen.
"When Isabel and Grace were babies, I couldn't get over how much they looked like my Alex. Almost identical to my baby girl. Like reliving the time when she was just a baby." Cathy's voice shook as she looked up at her daughter.
Olivia rubbed her lips together and watched mother and daughter before her gaze returned to the photos.
Alex clicked the remote control and the brunette smiled at the next photo. "Oh, wow!" Olivia giggled. "Bill was Santa even back then. He looked great!" the brunette commented.
Cathy nodded slowly, a tissue crumpled beneath her nose. "That was my Billy. He dressed up like Santa every year until Jonathan was about fifteen and Alex was ten" She smiled. "Every single year."
"And then again when ours were babies." Olivia slid forward, off the sofa now, and onto the floor to sit. She brought her knees up to her chest in her gray and black tie-dyed pajama shorts with the matching long sleeved crewneck top, her feet bare, her hair up in a high bun, her own tortoise shell glasses on. She wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged them to her chest.
"He loved doing that for Alex and Jonathan and then his grandkids. Absolutely loved it," Cathy reminisced.
Olivia smiled before returning her gaze to the slides.
The next photos were of various events in Alex and Jonathan's childhood, then some from high school, some of various friends, some academic, some sports-related, and finally there came the college photos. There were some of Jonathan graduating med school and Alex graduating law school.
The last slide turned blank and Alex pressed the remote a few more times, each slide revealing a glowing empty screen.
"I think that's it, Mom," Alex noted.
Olivia moved back up and onto the sofa, leaning her knees to her left on her wife's lap and putting her arm around the blonde. She looked at Cathy who was taking her daughter's hands into her own.
"Thank you, Alex. That was wonderful."
"Those are some great memories," Olivia said, smiling at her mother-in-law.
"I wish we had slides of your wedding, of the kids...but all of those are all digital…" Cathy smiled up at Alex.
"Or hanging on your walls in the hallway or on top of the piano back at our house…" Alex looked at Olivia now, "...right, Babe?"
Olivia nodded. "They are, Al. All such great memories. I wouldn't trade anything for our amazing memories and lives." She eyed her wife's mouth before looking back into those blue eyes.
"And you two…" Cathy started.
The ladies looked at her, including Gwinnie who was on Cathy's left.
Cathy continued, "...I have been blessed to witness one of the greatest love stories I could ever have been privy to."
"You and Daddy loved each other so much." Alex smiled.
"Your father and I were one of the greatest, yes...but, Alex…" Cathy took Alex's left hand in her left and then reached across her daughter and placed her hand on top of Olivia's on her lap.
The brunette clasped the older woman's hand back.
"I mean you and Olivia, Alex. You and Olivia…" Cathy's lower lip trembled now as she looked at both women, "...the love you two have...and have always had...has been such a treasure to watch. An absolute once in a lifetime love that I've been privileged to witness and be a part of in my lifetime."
Olivia swallowed hard, feeling her eyes filling with tears. She sniffed and saw her wife look at her.
They held each other's gaze for a few seconds.
"This woman…" Alex began, "...has always been my everything."
"And you for me, Al," Olivia managed, her voice soft.
"I'm so proud of both of you…" Cathy continued.
The ladies looked back at the older woman.
"The lives you've touched, the beautiful children you've mothered so amazingly, the love you two have always had and watching it just get stronger and stronger over the years…"
Alex squeezed her mother's hand. "Thanks, Mom." She looked back at Olivia. "This one right here has made me the happiest woman in the world."
Olivia reached out and swiped a falling tear from her wife's cheek with her left thumb before smiling at her. "Ditto, Al…" Olivia whispered. "I'm more in love with you now, my love...than I've ever been." Olivia swallowed once more.
"And so…" Cathy began.
Olivia and Alex looked back at the elderly woman.
Cathy continued, "...all has been perfect and all is good. A perfect way to round out a wonderful and blessed evening. Right, girls?"
"Absolutely right, Mom," Alex rasped.
Cathy squeezed both of their hands once more, grinning, a twinkle in her blue eyes. "Good. That's what I want to hear." She winked.
Alex yawned, moments away from being asleep for the evening. She was on her left side, her knees bent, her wife wrapped around her from behind.
And all was perfect.
Her wife's gentle warm breath against the back of her neck, the weight of her arms around her, the firmness of her body pressed against her, the satisfaction of the food and drink, the nostalgic conversation and beautiful memories.
It had been a great evening and the blonde felt content. She and Olivia would leave on the following day and head back to the Upper East Side and they would resume their daily lives.
Her mother was doing well.
And with Gwinnie there making sure she was doing what she needed to be doing daily and making sure her mother was thriving, the blonde couldn't have felt more secure.
Olivia took a deep breath against her and clutched her more firmly before letting out a contented moan.
Alex smiled to herself, holding her wife's right hand more securely in between her breasts, and falling into a gentle, peaceful rest.
A/N: Thanks for reading. A couple word review would be so greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoyed.
