Title: Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Author: Kimberly21570
Fandoms: Guiding Light / All My Children
Pairings: Olivia and Natalia / Lena and Bianca
Disclaimer: The characters of Olivia Spencer, Natalia Rivera are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The characters of Lena Kundera, Bianca Montgomery, Zach and Kendall Slater, Paulina Kundera, Greenlee Smythe Dupree, Myrtle Fargate, and Alexander Cambias, Sr. are owned by All My Children, ABC/Disney and Prospect Park.
No copyright infringement intended with regard to Guiding Light, CBS/TeleNext, Proctor & Gamble, AMC, ABC/Disney, or any other entity. The dialogue, settings, and story content in these scenes are original. Written for fun, not profit. All other standard disclaimers apply.
Thanks to my pal, MoniRod for the edit. You totally Rock, Woman! I appreciate you, and I owe you—BIG TIME!
I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this update. I've been trying to post every other week, but life has been rather busy, of late. I started an internship, rather unexpectedly, in August, and they're certainly keeping me hopping! Not that I'm complaining. It's the final piece before I finish my Master's program, and I'm excited to graduate in May. Anyway, I'm on fall break from my internship site this coming week, so I only have to worry about my classes. I hope to get some work done on the story while I'm off.
Rating: Chapter 12 is rated NC-17 overall, though most sections will be either PG or PG-13. This update, however, is of the NC-17 variety. Hope you all enjoy… ;-)
Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Copyright May 2009
"An alliance is like a chain. It is not made stronger by adding weak links to it… An alliance should be hard diplomatic currency, valuable and hard to get…"
— Walter Lippmann
"We cannot always assure the future of our friends; we have a better chance of assuring our future if we remember who are friends are."
— Henry Kissinger
Chapter 12.5 – Old Friends, New Ventures, and Unexpected Alliances:
Sunday, May 3, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—11:00 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"We should probably…" Olivia gasped, as Natalia's fingers tweaked an already achingly erect nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra.
"…block the vent?" Panting, Natalia finished Olivia's thought.
Olivia smiled knowingly, and then groaned, as Natalia's mouth found her nipple. "Yes!" she expelled, in both praise of Natalia's oral caress and answer of her question.
"Already handled," Natalia announced confidently, as she nipped at that taut bud.
A surge of heat shot from Olivia's nipple to her aching center. "God, I love you…," she sighed, as once again, she submitted willingly to Natalia's control.
The awareness of fingertips fumbling with her hair stilled Natalia momentarily, as gently, Olivia removed the gold clasp that held Natalia's hair at the back of her neck, releasing that thick mop of raven curls so that they fell in soft waves around Natalia's face.
Natalia responded with one of those heart-stopping dimpled smiles, and overwhelmed, Olivia's breath caught in her chest. My God, you're beautiful.
Slipping the clasp into the front pocket of her jeans, Olivia allowed her hands the liberty of tangling in those luxurious dark tresses. She reveled in the weight and sensation of them sifting through her fingers, as Natalia's mouth lingered, slowly kissing her way from Olivia's neck to her collarbone.
And then, her palms pressed firmly against their bedroom door, Olivia attempted to brace herself as she allowed Natalia to have her way.
"I want you so much," Natalia murmured against heated skin, as her fingers worked the front clasps of Olivia's bra, and shoved the fabric aside. "I've been thinking about this all night." Hands planted firmly on Olivia's chest, she ardently caressed firm breasts, delighting in the pressing of those rock-hard nipples against her palms.
"Mmm…" Olivia's tone was playful, yet brimming with desire. "And what exactly have you been thinking?" She gasped when Natalia's tongue found her right nipple again, this time, skimming across bare skin.
Pulled from her lustful pursuit, Natalia met Olivia's intent gaze. "I've been thinking about touching you."
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh." Nodding, Natalia bit her lip, drawing another groan from Olivia.
"Touching me where?"
"Here…" Natalia's tone was thick with want, as her fingertips brushed against Olivia's center. She could feel the heat of her penetrating through her jeans. Unable to resist, she cupped Olivia's center in the palm of her hand, giving her a firm squeeze.
Releasing a low grunt, Olivia fought to maintain her composure. "And where else?"
"Wouldn't you rather I show, than tell?" Natalia's tone was flirtatious.
"Oh, I definitely want you to show," Olivia readily agreed. "But first, I want you to tell."
A dimpled grin sprouted, as Natalia deftly released Olivia's belt buckle, and unfastened her jeans. Their breathing was already turning rapid, just from the anticipation. "You enjoy making me say naughty things, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah…" Olivia didn't even bother denying it. Instead, she grinned against Natalia's mouth, as she kissed her with a teasing tongue; all the while seductively tutoring her about all the benefits of a fully-developed potty-mouth, when it came to sex.
Indulging her lover, Natalia murmured against Olivia's mouth and skin, telling her all the delightfully lustful things she intended to do to her before allowing her to sleep. The words dripped like honey from her lips, as her hands moved across Olivia's body, touching, caressing, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of Olivia's panties, teasing, as she expounded on her intentions, and groaned about how hard and how wet Olivia was, and how excited she was to be inside her.
Arousal heightening with every breath, Olivia very quickly begged Natalia to move beyond telling, and get to the showing part. Laughing, Natalia called her impatient, and Olivia readily conceded to the obvious. She was so excited at that point that she thought she might actually come just from the sound of Natalia's voice. Natalia was fast approaching climax, as well, and she made no attempt whatsoever to hide it. Olivia had certainly proven her point about the benefits of so called "dirty talk." Natalia was hooked—and she hadn't even really said anything all that dirty.
Clothing was shed in a heated rush, as they moved swiftly toward their bed, each more eager than the other to feel the press of their bodies, the silkiness of skin on skin, the slickness of liquid want beneath fingertips and tongues. They were both beyond ready, and neither of them would need much to take them over the edge.
Cool cotton sheets soothed heated flesh, as they tumbled to the mattress, in a rush toward sated bliss. Natalia's body was firm, yet yielding as Olivia pressed against her, and while her mouth was delightfully soft, it was also demanding in a way that made Olivia want to please her.
Olivia's next awareness was of Natalia's fingers tangling in the hair at the base of her neck, as their tongues tangled, searching the depths of heated mouths. And then, as if on instinct, their legs were tangling, bodies drawing impossibly closer, and Natalia was moving on top of her. She felt the firmness of a thigh pressing against her again, and the stiffness of Natalia's clitoris, the heat of her arousal, against her own thigh. The amalgam of it made her groan with pleasure, her own clitoris throbbing with anticipation.
And then Natalia's mouth was on Olivia's breasts, ravaging one tight nipple, then the other. Olivia pleaded in whimpers and moans, and then their bodies were moving together, in a frantic bid for release.
Low, feral groans ripped from burning lungs as they panted for air. Olivia's body was having an absolute fit, straining there beneath Natalia. Her breasts and clitoris were so swollen with want, her skin tingled with anticipation, and intuitively, Natalia tended to her every need. It was exquisite, this innate ability they seemed to have between them. Olivia's body surged forward; Natalia caught her, easing her back down with kisses both soft and fevered, and pressure to just the right points on her body. And then Natalia was inside her, plunging deep, filling her, stroking her, bringing her body to the point of absolute frenzy, as their mutual cries of pleasure, and ultimately, completion, echoed out into the room, drifting far beyond.
On the other side of the wall, Bianca stirred restlessly against Lena's side, their bodies pressed together beneath the covers. Exhausted from a day of packing, closing up the cottage, and travel, they had changed into pajamas, and collapsed into bed within minutes of entering the bedroom. Still, sleep had not come. "You still awake?"
"Who could sleep with all that racket coming from over there." Lena groused, but she wasn't really annoyed.
Bianca grinned. "They certainly are enjoying themselves, aren't they?"
Laughing, Lena agreed. Turning on her side, she propped her head against one hand, while the fingers of her other lightly traced the contours of Bianca's face in the moonlight that streamed through their open window. "They sound like us." There was a note of wistfulness in her tone. "Remember how crazed and passionate we were in the beginning?"
"Honey, we're still just as crazed and passionate," Bianca asserted. "We just can't be that loud anymore. Not with a preschooler in the house," she laughed.
"That doesn't seem to be stopping them?" Lena joked.
"Give them time," Bianca said, knowingly. "They'll learn." She and Lena had certainly learned their lesson when, at two-and-a-half, Jordan had announced at Thanksgiving dinner that her mommies made a lot of noise when they sleep. While Bianca had laughed at the comment, Lena had been positively mortified—a reaction shared by her mother-in-law, Erica. Their dear friend Myrtle Fargate, the woman who had encouraged Bianca to go after Lena when she was planning to leave town all those years ago, had cackled as she patted Erica's hand. Myrtle was a carnie from way back—there was little in life she hadn't seen or heard. Greenlee and Kendall had nearly laughed themselves out of their seats, and Greenlee still hadn't stopped giving Bianca a hard time about it.
"Can you even imagine the therapy bills, if we hadn't learned how to stifle the noise?" Lena chuckled. She loved how vocal Bianca was when they made love, especially when they were completely alone in the house. Thank God for evenings with Babcia Paulina and PawPaw Alexander.
"The noise maker outside the bedroom door helps, too," Bianca noted. She had learned the virtues of those devices from her colleagues at Haven of Hope—they used them outside the therapy rooms to ensure privacy during sessions. Bianca had brought one home on the recommendation of one of her therapists, and it had proven to work wonders at quelling the noise level that emanated from their bedroom in the small house they shared in Pine Valley. Even Bianca's sister Kendall had stopped complaining about their active sex life. Well, almost. "Maybe we should get them one," Bianca suggested of Olivia and Natalia.
The sound of Olivia's second climax ripped through the vents—this one louder than its predecessor. Followed closely by Natalia's, the fusion of their pleasure echoed against the walls of Lena and Bianca's bedroom, drawing laughter from the room's inhabitants. "Might not be a bad idea," Lena agreed.
Sighing, Bianca nuzzled against Lena's ear. "This is probably nine kinds of wrong, but… are you as turned on as I am right now?"
The shards of moonlight that streaked across Lena's face revealed a devilish grin. "Do you really need to ask?" Her thickly accented voice was heavy with want.
"I know you're exhausted, but…" Bianca's insinuation was carried on a soft murmur, as she slipped her hand beneath Lena's silky nightshirt. Slowly, her nails lightly scratched against Lena's belly in that way that always told her Bianca wanted her. "Think maybe you could muster enough energy to do something about it?"
"At least twice," Lena grinned without a moment's hesitation. Dipping down, she claimed Bianca's mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss, as her hand slid beneath silken panties, finding her wife copiously wet, and beyond ready. "Mm… you're so wet, so hard, Sweetheart," she growled, her fingertips gently stroking Bianca's swollen clitoris between her fingers. She knew full-well exactly what that action would accomplish.
Bianca groaned, her distended clit throbbing beneath Lena's knowing touch. "You know if you touch me like that, you'll make me come."
Lena unleashed a positively devilish grin. "Isn't that the whole point?"
"You know what I mean," Bianca laughed. "I want more than just a quickie."
"Tell me what you want," Lena whispered in invitation, her fingers never stopping their insistent caress.
"I want your mouth on me, Lena."
Delivered on a low growl, Bianca's request reverberated through Lena's own body, filling her with excitement. "You want to play a little before you come?"
"You know me far too well," Bianca acknowledged with a satisfied grin. "Are you up for it?"
"Interruptions aside, when have I ever turned you down?" Lena asked, rhetorically. Nimbly, her fingers began working the buttons on her wife's pajama top. Between Bianca's family and their own girls, they were accustomed to any number of interruptions, at all hours of the day and night. Kendall and Greenlee seemed to be the worst offenders overall, though Erica held the prize for having the absolute worst timing—she never failed to show up right at the height of their lovemaking. Lena often joked that her mother-in-law had some sort of sixth sense about when Bianca was about to orgasm. Kendall and Greenlee just brushed it off by accusing them of having sex constantly, and thus, it never mattered when Erica would drop by, she couldn't help but catch them in the act. Bianca would smirk, and accuse them of being jealous, which wasn't far from the truth; especially on Greenlee's part. Sometimes Bianca swore if Kendall hadn't married Zach, she would have ended up in bed with Greenlee. Thank God they were related by marriage, not blood, because the sexual tension between them was almost frightening.
"Never," Bianca conceded. Even after more than six years together, nearly five of those years as a married couple, Lena was always more than receptive to Bianca's advances, regardless of how exhausted she was, or how often they occurred. And she certainly wasn't lacking in initiative herself—her advances toward her wife occurred just as frequently. From the beginning, Lena had been more than pleased to discover that Bianca's libido was as active and adventurous as her own, and she hadn't taken that for granted for a moment.
"See?" Lena murmured. Pushing satiny fabric aside, her fingertips lightly traced Bianca's collarbone. "Making you come is my favorite pastime." Dipping down, she feathered her tongue across a taut nipple, and then watched as Bianca's already fevered skin flushed with sexual anticipation.
Bianca whimpered, and grinned. "Lucky me."
"Mm… lucky us," Lena practically growled, as she captured Bianca's mouth in another deep kiss.
Their mouths never parting, it took mere seconds to free themselves from their clothing, and then their bodies were pressed together, hands and fingers searching and caressing familiar terrain.
Lena took her time then, playing with Bianca, teasing her. The fluttering of a fingertip here, the firm stroke of her tongue there, a light nibble, a determined bite, every move designed to draw her wife toward the pinnacle of release where she would linger with her, until Bianca begged to be taken. Their buildup was measured and familiar, but never banal or insipid. Instead, they delighted in the fluency of their lovemaking, in always knowing exactly how to tease, and then please.
And once Bianca was crazed beyond reason, Lena grinned devilishly as she leaned back against the pile of dense pillows that lined the headboard, drawing Bianca toward her.
Grinning, Bianca crawled toward her on the bed like a feral cat, stalking its prey. Straddling Lena's torso, she bent down, kissing Lena passionately. She loved coming this way—it felt so different with Lena's mouth beneath her, drinking from her. It always reminded her of their wedding night—the way Lena had made love to her in the Jacuzzi. She had loved the feeling of freedom she experienced, straddling Lena's thighs, moving against her mouth, as Lena had licked, and kissed, and suckled her to orgasm. Never would she have imagined a change in position could make that much difference, but it had, and from that moment on, she couldn't get enough. Tonight was no different, and she eagerly positioned herself, grasping the headboard with her hands.
Mouth watering for the taste of her wife, Lena's fingertips pressed into Bianca's ass as she drew her close. Burying her face in Bianca's wetness, Lena took her time, tunneling through those slick folds, licking, tasting to her heart's content. And then she was suckling her hot, swollen clitoris in that way that never failed to make Bianca come completely undone.
Bianca whimpered and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out the moment Lena's mouth made contact, and then she was lost in the sensations that always trickled through her body as Lena made love to her this way. Fingernails clawed into the headboard, leaving a distinct impression in the wood, as she rocked against the heat of her wife's mouth, reveling in the workings of that practiced tongue.
Finally, slipping her tongue deep inside, Lena teased her, pressing with purpose against the one place she knew would drive Bianca over the edge, as her thumb deftly worked Bianca's screaming clitoris. And then Bianca was coming, the waves of pleasure rolling over her, lungs burning from the pressure of holding in the cries of release that threatened, as her body quivered against Lena's mouth.
Nothing in the world tasted as good as Bianca's essence as she came, and Lena took her time, imbibing those salty-sweet juices with gusto, as they flowed into her mouth, quenching the thirst that only Bianca could create.
As they lay there together in the sweet afterglow, Natalia's fingertips played in the soft patch of manicured curls at the apex of Olivia's thighs. They were still damp from their lovemaking. "You make me feel so good," she whispered against Olivia's ear.
"Oh, yeah?" Olivia said, playfully. "How good?"
"Mm…" Natalia breathed. "So good, I want it again."
"Right now?" Olivia wasn't the least bit surprised.
"Mm-hmm…" Natalia rolled onto her belly, lying partially atop Olivia. Her fingertips never stopped their sensual caress. "I've never wanted sex before. Never craved it the way I do with you, Liv," she confessed; her voice low and sultry. "Even before I really knew how good it could be, you made me crave you."
Olivia rewarded her honesty with a smile. "I like that you crave me, N'talia," she whispered hoarsely. "I crave you too…"
"Yeah?" Natalia's eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Oh, yeah," Olivia growled. "I can't get enough of you," she confessed. "You make me so hot; I swear you could melt me with one touch."
"I kinda like having that sort of power over you," Natalia admitted.
"I kinda like it too," Olivia whispered in confession.
Natalia's heart melted. The very act of Olivia showing such vulnerability with her made her feel so blessed. Leaning down, she feathered a kiss across Olivia's lips. And then she lay, snuggled against Olivia's body, her head resting against a firm breast.
Arching her back, Olivia reached over to the nightstand.
Glancing up, Natalia offered her a questioning look, and a soft smile tiptoed across her lips, as Olivia presented her with a single yellow rose, tipped in red—a reminder of their first date.
Lightly, Olivia stroked Natalia's cheek and nose, and then the one nipple that was exposed to her with the soft petals, before handing it to her. "I love you, Natalia," she whispered, kissing her tenderly.
Dimples bloomed. "When did you get this?"
"While you were busy haggling with the butcher," Olivia answered. Knowing that Natalia would be waylaid for several minutes as she argued over a fair price for each of their purchases, Olivia had slipped out of the butcher shop and into the florist several doors down.
Olivia grinned to herself as she remembered the conversation they'd had on their way home after that, where Olivia argued that Natalia should simply allow the man to have his profit—she didn't need to pinch pennies anymore.
Natalia stood her ground, arguing that she had no problem paying what was fair, but she wouldn't be taken to the cleaners, no matter how much money she had at her disposal. "Waste not, want not," she had said. That was the motto by which her Abuela had taught her to live, and that was exactly how she intended it to stay. Nodding, Olivia had conceded Natalia's point, and the discussion was swiftly dropped.
"Well, that was quite the resourceful use of your time," Natalia grinned. "If I'd stepped over to the dry cleaners to pick up your suit, I might've gotten a whole dozen."
"Did you really want a whole dozen?" Olivia inquired, though she already knew the answer.
"Nope," Natalia answered decisively. "A single perfect rose means so much more to me than some extravagant bouquet, and this one," she paused to sniff the delicate petals, "is absolute perfection." She pressed a kiss to equally perfect lips. "I love that you know that. Thank you."
"You're a complex woman, Natalia. In some ways, perhaps far more complex than even me," Olivia granted. "I love that about you, and I wouldn't change it for anything. But when all those complexities are stripped away, and it's just your heart that I see, it's easy to know what matters most to you, and why."
"I could say the same of you," Natalia noted with a grin.
"That's certainly true enough," Olivia readily conceded. "I'm glad I can be so transparent with you."
"I'm glad you can, too," Natalia whispered. Leaning close, she kissed Olivia again, and then she fixed her with a mischievous grin. "Now, how transparent do I need to be for you to realize I'm not finished yet?"
Olivia arched that eyebrow, as a slow smirk trickled across those sexy lips. "Not finished?"
"Not even close," Natalia husked.
A feral groan rumbled from Olivia's chest, as her eyes turned dark with want. "It would be my extreme pleasure to help you get there."
Natalia smirked. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Hotshot," she cautioned. "As many times as we've found that finish line, there always seems to be more track to cover once we cross it."
Tender fingers raked through Natalia's soft curls, as Olivia gazed into those dark, expressive eyes. "As long as you're fully satisfied in the moment, we can chase that finish line every day for the rest of our lives, and I'll never tire of it eluding our grasp," she quietly declared.
"Every moment with you is more satisfying than the one before," Natalia whispered as she brushed her mouth against Olivia's in a feather-light kiss.
Fingers tightening in Natalia's hair, Olivia took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. And when Natalia moaned into her mouth, Olivia grinned, and skillfully rolled Natalia onto her back. "I think I just heard the starter pistol," she said, playfully.
"Oh, yeah?" Natalia's body was already humming with excitement.
"Yeah," Olivia declared. "Let's go chase that finish line again," she husked.
Natalia made noises of unanimous approval, as she shifted, welcoming Olivia's body into the curves and valleys of her own. "I've always loved a good race," she commented, as Olivia's mouth crushed down against her own.
Bodies glistening with the light sheen of their lovemaking, Bianca lifted her mouth from the kisses they had shared following her climax, and collapsed along Lena's side, snuggling against her the way she always did. Their kisses had been slow, and deep, and seasoned with the unique blend of Bianca's tangy essence and Lena's sweet breath.
Grinning proudly at the memory of Bianca's powerful release, Lena brushed sweat-dampened tendrils from Bianca's face, and lightly kissed her temple.
Bianca could feel the grin on Lena's lips as they pressed against her face, and she couldn't help but chuckle, as she playfully poked Lena's side. "You're pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?"
Lena's smirk was illuminated by the moonlight that streamed in through the window. "Well, not to toot my own horn or anything, but you did appear to be enjoying yourself quite thoroughly."
"Oh, quite thoroughly, indeed," Bianca laughed. Turning onto her belly, her breasts pressed against Lena's chest as she slipped partially atop her, one firm thigh insinuating itself between Lena's legs. She could feel the slick heat of Lena's arousal against her skin. "You're hot and hard," she husked against Lena's ear. "Are you ready for some attention?"
Warm lips brushed Bianca's mouth. "Sweetheart, I'm always ready for your attention," she whispered.
Smiling, Bianca covered Lena's mouth, kissing her thoroughly. She took her time then, exploring Lena's body with her hands, and mouth, and tongue, exactly the way Lena had hers, not long before. And when they were finished, both of them sated and smiling, Bianca kissed Lena again, and then curled up against her wife's firm, yet yielding body the way she always did, the two of them drifting off to sleep together.
Releasing a soft, satisfied sigh, Olivia fell backward against their mattress, Natalia collapsing atop her. Both of them were breathless and smiling. "That was amazing," Olivia panted, as her fingertips lightly caressed Natalia's back.
Attempting to catch her own breath, Natalia exhaled slowly. "Sure was…" She swiped errant strands of chestnut from Olivia's brow, and leaned down to kiss her. "I think I might actually be good until morning," she grinned.
"That long, huh?" Olivia teased. "Does that mean you're actually gonna let me sleep for more than a few hours?"
"Maybe—," Natalia answered, noncommittally. The grin on her face belied the air of casualness in her tone.
Threading her fingers through thick raven tresses, Olivia cupped the back of Natalia's neck, drawing her into another kiss. "You can wake me anytime," she murmured against Natalia's mouth.
Natalia grinned into their kiss. "That's good to know." She peppered Olivia's lips with a few more light kisses.
"But you can't wake me up, if we never go to sleep," Olivia playfully pointed out.
"Are you saying it's bedtime?" Natalia arched an eyebrow in challenge.
"Um… pretty sure we've been having bed time for a couple of hours now." Olivia emphasized the bed part. "Now it's sleep time." And then she emphasized the sleep part.
Feigning disgruntlement, Natalia whimpered and frowned. "I miss you already."
Brow lifting, Olivia lips adopted a soft smile. "That's one of the sweetest things you've ever said to me," she noted, her heart melting at the sincerity in Natalia's voice.
"Is it enough to get me a few more minutes with you tonight?" Natalia grinned.
Unable to deny Natalia anything, Olivia kissed her lightly. "Just a few more," she granted. "But only because I miss you too."
"I'll take whatever I can get," Natalia said, appreciatively, as she pulled Olivia close against her own body. They snuggled together then, their bodies entwining at every possible juncture, and they talked quietly until finally, sleep claimed them.
Coming up, as Chapter 12 continues...
An unanticipated arrival…
An unforeseen connection…
And another unexpected alliance…