Title: Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Author: Kimberly21570
Fandoms: Guiding Light / All My Children
Pairings: Olivia and Natalia / Lena and Bianca
Disclaimers and other Assorted Ramblings: The characters of Olivia Spencer, Natalia Rivera, and Frank Cooper are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The characters of Lena Kundera, Bianca Montgomery, Kendal Hart Slater, and Zach Slater belong to ABC/Disney and Prospect Park. The original characters of Detective Sargent Langston Malloy, her mother, Carrigan (Carrie) McKenna Malloy, and brothers Pearce and Quinn, Attorney Danika Kováč and her mother Alaina (Laney) Brennan Kováč, Jacqueline Morgan and her son Jake, and Mariana, are the property of this author, and any resemblance to fictional characters, or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Finally, the Realdoe® strapless dildo is a product of Ergogenics, Inc. I'd post a link to their website, but that would probably get me banned from the boards. ;-) Suffice it to say, if you've never tried one of these with your partner—or even alone—you're missing out. Just Google them, and make sure you have their official site, not some rip-off site or even Amazon.
No copyright infringement intended with regard to Guiding Light, CBS/TeleNext, Proctor & Gamble, All My Children, ABC/Disney, Prospect Park, or any other person or entity. The dialogue, settings, and story content in these scenes are original. Written for fun, not profit. All other standard disclaimers apply.
Many thanks to my friend and favorite FFW, WickedWanda926, and my friend newfan64 for the edit on this one. And thank you to all who continue to read and/or comment. I appreciate the time you have invested in this story.
Rating: This section of Chapter 16 is rated NC-17 for colorful language and overt sexual content. This one if most definitely NSFW.
My plan is to update each weekend between now and the Fourth of July, which is when the majority of this chapter takes place—July 4, 2009. It is my hope to give Otalia—and all of you—the Independence Day we all wanted back in 2009, but were cheated out of because TPTB at P&G were such asshats.
I hope y'all continue to enjoy!
Kimberly
Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Copyright May 2009
"When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off."
— Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me
Chapter 16.5 – A Few Fireworks of Our Own:
Monday, June 22, 2009… Danika Kováč's Room, The Beacon—7:45 a.m. Central Daylight Time
When Langston awoke, she found Dani snuggled against her, dark wavy locks splayed across her chest as she slept soundly. Her right hand lay between Langston's breasts, and the leg draped possessively over Langston's thigh was nestled against her center. Despite the urgency of her need to touch, she stilled, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. Instead, she simply allowed her senses to soak in Dani's presence. Deeply, she breathed, as she lingered there with her—for how long, she hadn't a clue—drawing in the intoxicating scent of her, satisfying a profound longing she'd felt in the depths of her soul for more than three years.
Finally, Dani stirred against her, drawing a smile to Langston's lips. "Trying to take advantage of me in my weakened condition, I see," she murmured against Dani's hair.
The teasing lilt of Langston's tone brought a slow smile to Dani's lips as well, telling her all she needed to know. Langston wasn't angry to find her there. Instead, she was welcome. "You have no idea," she whispered as she lifted her head, finding Langston's deep blue gaze.
"Oh, I think I have some idea," Langston countered with a lopsided grin that made her look incredibly vulnerable, and outrageously sexy.
Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, Dani bit it adorably. "Would you protest if I had?" she asked tentatively.
Langston considered the question, and all that they had been through, and she found herself shaking her head. "No… I don't believe I would," she quietly confessed.
Without further comment, Langston slipped her good hand from beneath Dani's body, tunneling her fingertips through the mass of thick, dark curls at the base of Dani's neck. Gathering her close, she kissed her, simultaneously surprising and delighting them both. Despite her anger, despite her misgivings, waking to find Dani in her arms even after so long an absence somehow righted her realm; and the kiss felt like the most natural thing in the world to do.
A low groan, followed by a soft sigh, slipped from Dani's lips, as she fell headlong into Langston's kiss. Willingly, she opened to Langston, allowing the kiss to take her, lift her, enrapture her, until she'd been reduced to a tightly-wound mass of quivering need, Langston's name tumbling from her lips on a breathless whisper.
Exhilarated by the warmth of Dani's body against the length of her own, Langston let go of all that had been holding her back, readily surrendering, losing herself in Dani, in the soft hitch of her breath, the subtle brush of her tongue as Dani opened to her, the tenderness of her fingertips as they lightly traced the carved edges of Langston's tight abs through the soft cotton sheet, thrilling as the muscles danced beneath them, despite the bruising they had taken.
Relinquishing their hold on the tangle of curls, Langston's fingertips trailed along Dani's neck, gently caressing her soft cheek, as the kiss continued, slow and increasingly deep. Unlike the kisses they had shared the other night, this one was lingering, unhurried, as bodies and tongues entwined, allowing them to feel every touch, every sensation, every shared breath.
Breathless when Langston finally released her, Dani gazed at her through hazy dark eyes. "Is this your way of enticing me to leave with you?" There was a hint of flirtatious teasing in her tone.
"Would it get you to agree?" Langston countered, her fingertips entwining with Dani's without forethought, and she brushed her mouth against Dani's once again.
Intense dark eyes caressed Langston's face before settling into oceans of blue, now turned purple with desire. She had to willfully tamp down her own response by reminding herself, yet again, that Langston was injured. "Jacqueline said you can't travel for at least a couple of days," she delicately informed, easing the blow as much as possible.
"Fuck," Langston sighed in frustration. And then she groaned in pain. Ignoring the throbbing in her chest, shoulder, and abdomen, she locked eyes with Dani, insisting, "We can't stay here, Dani. I have to find a place for us to hide out for a while."
Propping up on one elbow, Dani gazed down into Langston's deep, soulful eyes. "You need to rest," she gently chastised. "I'll find us a way out, Honey." She bit her lip then, before adding, "After I get back."
Panic flashed across Langston's face, and she strained to sit upright; a grimace of pain following quickly on the heels of her swift movement. "Where do you think you're going?"
Dani pushed her back down with a gentle, yet firm hand against her uninjured shoulder. "I don't want to leave you, Langston. But I have to be in court at nine," she reported.
"Fuck court," Langston cursed insistently. "Get someone to cover for you."
"I can't," Dani insisted. "Grayson already went back to Chicago. Plus, I gave my word." The corner of her mouth curved into a dissatisfied frown. "I promise I'll be back as soon as I can, and then we'll figure this thing out, okay?" She hoped she sounded more convincing than she felt, given that she had no intention of leaving Springfield with her wife. She couldn't. Not until Langston knew the whole truth. And she was afraid that the truth would be the final nail in the coffin when it came to their marriage.
"You can't leave here without protection, Dani. Not even to go to the courthouse," Langston warned, her tone, adamant. "Two of their goons were waiting in the parking lot when I got here last night."
"I don't have a choice, Lang," Dani argued. "I'm working."
"I thought you were finished with the Jackson case," Langston said, sounding surprised by the sternness of Dani's tone. She didn't ask for details though. Dani wouldn't be able to divulge anything further anyway.
"Residuals," Dani elucidated without any actual explanation.
Langston nodded, indicating her understanding of Dani's need to leave; though not her willing acceptance. "Will you at least call for a police escort?"
"You and I both know the police can't be trusted, Lang," Dani contended. "Not after the other night. We have no idea who's working for them."
"My Chief can be trusted," Langston countered. "Call him, please… for me?"
Reticent, Dani gave her a wary look, and Langston sighed restlessly. "Fine. Just find my phone," she instructed. "I'll call him myself. I have to let him know I'm out of commission anyway."
"What are you going to tell him?"
"That I need to take some personal time," Langston answered. She sure as hell couldn't tell him she'd been shot by a mob hitman. And it was the truth, as well. She could no longer deny it. Meeting Dani's gaze then, sincerity reflected from her own, as she willfully calmed her frazzled nerves. "Seems I have a marriage to put back together."
Those were the words Dani had longed to hear for more than three years. A tremulous smile skittered across her face, as her heart began to race. She was equal parts overjoyed and terrified. She wanted Langston with every fiber of her being. But could Langston possibly forgive her yet again?
Confused by Dani's unenthusiastic response, Langston frowned. "You don't seem very happy about that," she noted, her heart sinking in her chest. She'd thought that was what Dani wanted. Had she been wrong? Panic rose inside her again.
"Of course I'm happy, Lang," Dani whispered, willing Langston with her eyes to believe it was true. And then her throat tight with trepidation, "But there's something you need to know…"
Blue eyes clouded with worry. "What is it, Sweetheart?"
Dani's breath caught at the sound of that familiar endearment, but before she could answer, her cell phone vibrated against her thigh. "Hold that thought," she said, slipping her hand into the front pocket of her jeans.
Glancing at the Caller ID, she smiled, and pressed the button to accept the call. "Hi, Jacqueline," she greeted, her smile reaching her voice. "Yes, she's awake," she said with a playful glance toward Langston. "And stubborn as ever."
"I'm not the only stubborn one," Langston called out, referring to Dani's pigheaded insistence that she had to make an appearance at the courthouse, to take care of "residuals." Whatever the fuck that meant. It annoyed her to no end that Dani was being so blasé about the danger they were in; but she knew there was nothing she could do to change it. And that made her feel weak, and powerless—two things that Langston Malloy made it a point to never feel.
Jacqueline smiled into the phone. The two of them were well-matched in the stubbornness department. "I'm afraid you'll have to fight this one out on your own, Girls," she said diplomatically.
Dani laughed softly at Jacqueline's subtlety. Like both of their mothers, she'd never been one to get involved in their squabbles, even when they were little. Instead, the children in the McKenna family—Langston, Pearce, Quinn, Dani, and Jake, included—were always encouraged to work through their issues to find a peaceable solution, rather than having their mothers settle it for them. "We'll still be fighting about that one when we're ninety," she said jokingly, her eyes dancing with mischief as she glanced at her wife.
"I've no doubt of that," Jacqueline agreed fondly. Dani's reference to their fighting in their old age gave her hope for the future.
And then her tone turned more subdued. "Listen, I just wanted to let you know I'd be back around eleven. In the meantime, I want Langston to take one of the Vicodin tablets I left on the bedside table," she instructed. She'd left a couple of pills from her own personal prescription just in case she couldn't make it back quickly enough. "The sedative is obviously wearing off, if she's alert enough to be giving you a hard time. It'll curb any breakthrough pain until I can get her prescriptions over there."
"Will do," Dani assured. "Thank you again, Jacqueline."
As Dani disconnected the call, Langston offered a genuine smile. Reaching out with her good arm, she brushed the backs of her fingers against Dani's cheek with affection. "Calling to check up on me?"
Smiling, Dani said, "Yes." Sliding one leg over Langston's hips, she straddled her for a brief moment, causing their breath to catch and their bodies to stir, as she took a shortcut off the other side of the bed. "Apparently, you have to take some pain meds before you start to feel like someone just fished a bullet out of your chest."
"Oh, that," Langston said drolly.
It was nothing to joke about, they both knew, but they were struggling. Despite her injury, Langston had to do something to tamp the ball of liquid want that burned in her belly, and the incessant throbbing Dani had caused between her legs. And for Dani, her body was on fire from nothing more than a few lingering kisses, and she fought against the urge to slide her hands beneath that crisp cotton sheet, just for a brief caress against Langston's smooth skin.
"Yes, that," Dani said, her eyes fierce, tone almost reprimanding. And then her expression softened, as she sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Langston's face. Any simple touch was more than she deserved. She knew that, and thus, she treasured every moment of their closeness. Leaning down, she brushed her mouth against Langston's in a tender kiss. "Are you in pain right now?"
Not wanting to break the spell, or lose the tenderness of Dani's touch, Langston shook her head in denial. "The only thing I feel right now is you, touching me, Dani," she whispered. "It's the best feeling in the world."
Despite her fear that the truth would send Langston running again, Dani smiled affectionately. "It feels nice to me too," she whispered. "And I can't wait to touch even more of you."
Eyes drooping, a sound that was half laugh, half sigh fell from Langston's lips. "Mm… good," she murmured, her voice growing groggier with every word. The sedative was wearing off, and her initial pain meds were waning, but the effects certainly lingered, despite her seeming alertness only moments ago. That's the way it worked with meds sometimes. "I've missed you…"
Those words were a balm to Dani's tattered soul. And yet, she had to wonder if this wasn't just the sedative talking. Langston had taken a complete one-eighty since their last encounter, and it left Dani's head spinning. "I've missed you too," she whispered, speaking the truth, no matter how much it might hurt later. "But right now, I think we should listen to Jacqueline, and get these meds in you before you start to notice the pain."
"Mm-hmm…" Langston grunted, her head slumping to one side, as she drifted back to sleep.
An affectionate smile touched Dani's lips. Swiping dark locks from Langston's face, she leaned down, brushing a kiss against Langston's brow. "I love you, Langston," she whispered softly. "I just hope you can forgive me one last time."
She stood then, and went in search of a glass of water to help Langston wash down the pain meds Jacqueline had recommended. As much as she needed to talk to Langston, needed to tell her the whole truth, what Langston needed more, was to rest. And a part of Dani was almost glad of that. Right now, in this moment, she had hope for a future with Langston. After all, Lang had said she had a marriage to put back together. So if holding off on the truth allowed her to lie to herself for just a little while, and believe she would finally have Langston back in her life, then so be it. In the meantime, she knew the meds would keep Langston sleeping soundly until Jacqueline's return. Only then would she feel safe in leaving her.
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Cottage, Martha's Vineyard—6:00 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time
From a distance, Dani heard someone call her name. It was quiet, yet insistent, and she felt as though it had been calling her for some time. "Huh?" she murmured, feeling slightly dazed and a little confused.
Kendall smiled at the other woman, as she watched her fighting her way back to the present. "Where did you go?" she asked, her tone light.
"What?" Dani said. Dark eyes darted around, taking everyone in. "Sorry, I guess I just got lost in thought there for a moment." Though her dark eyes held a touch of sadness, her smile was genuine, as she apologized for her abrupt mental departure.
A nod of understanding followed. "Thinking about Langston, I presume," Kendall said knowingly. She'd seen that same look in Lena's eyes once upon a time. It was the look of a woman who was pining for someone she thought she could never have. And that made Dani all the more intriguing to Kendall.
"Yes," Dani confirmed with a sigh. "Seems that's about all I can manage these days."
Soft russet met black onyx as Lena searched her wife's gaze. They shared a moment of acknowledgement. And then, reaching over, Lena gently patted Dani's arm. "I can certainly relate," she said in her soft, accented tone.
"She must be quite the woman," Kendall assumed, a deduction reached by the tenderness and longing in Dani's tone.
"She's…" Words faltered for a moment, as Dani struggled with pent-up emotions. Her mind was swarmed with a collage of images—Langston, pensive and quiet, her beautiful face shadowed against the flames in the hearth as she sipped her wine, intense and driven as she worked late into the night, piecing together a case, passionate, yet relaxed, her blue eyes nearly black with desire as release broke across her face, her body shuddering against Dani's own as they made love. She swallowed hard around the lump in her throat. "She's… everything."
Kendall knew not to ask any more questions. The expression on Dani's face, the raw emotion in her tone, told her all she needed to know. This woman was in a deep amount of pain, and nothing and no one, save her wife, could deliver her from its grasp. She understood, because she had been there herself once upon a time, and her husband Zach, the one great love of her life, had been the only one who could save her—especially from herself.
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—6:15 p.m. Central Daylight Time
Another satisfied groan rang out, gratifying Olivia for her efforts as she filled Natalia to the absolute fullest. Hips thrusting, she rocked against her, moving deeper still. With each thrust forward, Olivia's own body convulsed in pleasure. Best. Sex toy. Ever, Olivia decided, not for the first time that afternoon.
"Oh! Oh, god, Liv!" Natalia managed on a strangled gasp. The dueling sensations of Olivia's fingers working an insanely aroused nipple as she simultaneously managed to hit sweet spots Natalia didn't even know existed, sent Natalia's arousal into overdrive, and as much as she wanted to come, she didn't want the intense pleasure to end. "It's so good, Liv. Don't make me come yet, but please, don't stop!" she begged.
Grunting her agreement of how insanely good it was, Olivia gently bit down on Natalia's shoulder, as she increased the speed of her thrusts from behind. Natalia responded with another series of hoarse groans and pleas for continued pleasure.
"What the fuck are you doing, Olivia!" Frank bellowed, stumbling upon the two of them, naked on the living room floor, engaging in… He was so flummoxed, he didn't even know what to call it; but the room reeked of sweat and sex; and the sight of the two of them going at it like animals—at least in his warped perception—angered him.
Startled, Olivia twisted her body toward him, causing a hulking, strapless dildo to withdraw from Natalia's body as she rolled onto her back. The distinctive sound that reverberated in the still afternoon air as it extricated itself left absolutely no question as to the extent of Natalia's arousal. Coated with Natalia's desire, it sprang upright between Olivia's legs, as if standing in allegiance. It practically saluted.
Frank's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Oh, my God, Frank!" Natalia screamed. She scrambled for an abandoned quilt, attempting to cover them. She didn't quite get Olivia's lower half, and the phallus was left visible to Frank, much to his chagrin; but she was too frazzled to notice. "W-what are you doing here?"
Turning icy blue eyes away from the offending faux phallus, Frank ignored Natalia's question, and glared at Olivia. "It's no wonder she turned," he spat. "You're filling her head with unrealistic ideas about a guy's, uh…" he cleared his throat, "manhood…"
Olivia smirked. "I don't mean to be… cruel, Frankie, but other than our one mutual… lover," she used the term lightly, yet not without mockery, and he knew she was talking about him, "Natalia and I have… Well, let's just say that based upon our personal experiences, this… manhood, as you call it," she reached between her legs, taunting him with the slow stroking of the dildo that was so clearly covered in Natalia's slick juices, "is realistic…"
Frank visibly cringed, and Natalia struggled to stifle a laugh.
"Where the hell is Emma?" Frank demanded. This flagrant display of debauchery was beyond disgusting.
"Do you seriously think we would do this out here in the open if she were home?" Olivia barked.
"Well, you don't exactly have a history of using wisdom in your sexual escapades, Olivia," he said, sharply.
"That's certainly true," Olivia snapped. "Otherwise, I would've thought twice about fucking you." She stressed the identity of the person she regretting fucking.
"Why are you being so testy?" Frank groused. "I just came to check on Natalia. You left the barbecue early, and I was…"
"Not that it's any of your business, but we came home to have sex, Frank," Natalia said, bluntly. And boy had they! She couldn't help recalling her initial reaction to the stout flesh-colored Realdoe® phallus Olivia had produced upon returning from her trip upstairs. Not that she had much to compare it against, but it was long, and thicker than she might've imagined any penis could be, and it had the most interesting texture, almost like veins popping out along its edges.
Olivia had thoroughly enjoyed watching Natalia as she explored it. Natalia asked questions, her dark eyes flickering with curiosity, as fingertips stroked the flesh-like material, and then glided along the simulated veins. They hadn't even gotten to the good part, and Olivia was already wildly aroused.
Natalia's eyes had widened like saucers, and Olivia laughed in response to her reaction, as she skillfully fitted the thick, bulbous end of the strapless dildo into her vagina. It was tight, despite her own copious arousal, but given the weight of the phallus, Olivia found herself grateful for it.
Shaking off the rush of renewed arousal that struck her as she remembered how incredible it felt when Olivia teased her with the tip, sliding it through her slick folds, against the underside of her erect clitoris, as she thrust against her from behind, Natalia blew out a breath. "And she's testy, hell, we're both testy, because you barged into our home, uninvited yet again, and interrupted what was destined to be the best orgasm we've had all day!" she screeched.
Completely taken aback by Natalia's candor, Frank's stomach lurched. Twice. "Jesus Christ, Olivia, how many times a day do you…"
He couldn't even finish the question.
A satisfied smirk covered Olivia's lips. "This is the fourth, and it probably won't be the last," she taunted.
"Now, if you don't mind, please get out, so we can finish," Natalia added, with as much pleasantry as she could muster.
Her thoughts drifted back then, to that vivid memory of how they began: Olivia gently bending her forward, bracing her over the sofa to give her stability. Then coaxing her legs apart, nestling her crotch against Natalia's ass. And finally, teasing her with that thick, flesh-like tip, before gently but insistently stretching her open. Olivia's hand was pressed against her hip, steadying her, as she slowly eased the head in and out, entering her only a fraction of an inch at a time. The more Olivia teased her, the wetter she became, and the wetter she became, the more her clitoris throbbed in anticipation, until finally, Natalia begged to be taken.
Concerned, Olivia tried again to express her misgivings. "Natalia, Sweetheart, believe me, I want to be inside you completely," she assured. "Every time I thrust forward, this thing taps on my sweet spot, and I swear to god I'm about to come," she explained, referring to the way the bulb pressed against her g-spot when she tilted the phallus just the right way.
"Then just do it!" Natalia encouraged. Every nerve ending in her body was on overload, and she ached with need to have Olivia fill her completely. "What you're doing right now has me so worked up I can hardly stand it!" she gasped.
"It's so much bigger than I realized," Olivia cautioned. She was certain she could handle it—after all, she'd been with more than one man who was equally as well-endowed. But as she watched the head stretching Natalia open, she wasn't certain Natalia could, and that gave her pause. "I don't want to hurt you."
Natalia laughed throatily. "Well, you're killing me right now!" she practically panted. "Just get it in there!"
Delivered on a growl, Natalia's demand was enough to set Olivia into action. Grasping Natalia's other hip, she held her firmly, as she thrust forward with a force she hadn't realized she possessed. Stretching her wide open with that initial thrust, Natalia howled in pleasure as the head rubbed firmly against her g-spot on its way far deeper than Olivia had ever been inside her.
Olivia paused for a moment, allowing Natalia's body time to adjust, as she quietly inquired about how Natalia was feeling.
"You feel incredible inside me, Liv," Natalia husked. "Please…"
Leaning forward, the phallus pushed deeper still, drawing another delighted groan from Natalia. "It feels wonderful to be so deep inside you," Olivia murmured, as she placed tender kisses along Natalia's spine. "I can feel you pulsing all the way inside me." Despite the level of difficulty in holding it in place—thank god for Kegel exercises—Olivia quickly decided that this contraption was the greatest invention ever!
When Natalia once again demanded more, Olivia began a slow, steady thrust against her, creating a new rhythm between them, as she glided the phallus in and out, thankful for Natalia's abundant wetness. The more vocal Natalia became in her demands, the harder and faster Olivia thrust inside her, and the more guttural Natalia's cries became. The thick tumescence filled her more completely than she had ever been filled before, and she found herself pushing back against Olivia's crotch each time Olivia's hips thrust forward. Before she knew it, she was coming in strong, rolling waves of release that rushed through her body from head to toe; and seizing Olivia without warning, it dragged her over the edge as well.
And then they were both panting, their sweat-soaked bodies still rippling in release, as Olivia wrapped her arms around Natalia from behind. Tenderly, she kissed Natalia's back along the edge of her spine. "That was unbelievable," she whispered.
"Yes, it is… I'm still coming," Natalia said on a breathless whisper, as she reveled in the sensations.
"I know," Olivia husked against dampened skin. "I can still feel you throbbing inside me."
"It's wonderful," Natalia declared, "but…"
When Natalia hesitated, Olivia gently coaxed her. "What is it, Sweetheart?"
"I don't… think I can stay on my knees much longer," Natalia admitted regretfully.
Instantly, Olivia was overcome with empathy. "Let's lay down," she suggested. She could only imagine how uncomfortable this position might feel at nearly six months pregnant. Shifting backward, she started to pull out, only to have Natalia stop her.
"Stay. Please," Natalia said, reaching a hand around to grasp Olivia's hip. "I love the way you feel inside me."
A devilish smile played across Olivia's lips, and she quickly formulated a plan. "You trust me?"
Dimples bloomed. "Completely."
"Then lean toward the right when I tell you to," Olivia instructed. "I'm gonna ease us down onto our sides, okay?"
Natalia nodded.
"I've got you," Olivia assured, as she gripped Natalia's body even tighter, and gently maneuvered them onto the makeshift pallet.
A slow sigh of relief slipped from Natalia's lips when they made it down safely. And then she smiled as she felt the warm, solid strength of Olivia's body wrap around her. Hard nipples pressed into her back, and she could feel the pounding of Olivia's heart against her, as Olivia slowly caught her own breath.
"You all right?" Natalia asked with concern in her tone.
"Couldn't be better," Olivia assured, as she lifted Natalia's thick curls, draping them over a shoulder. Lightly, she trailed kisses along Natalia's neck and shoulders.
"Good," Natalia declared with a roguish grin that Olivia could feel just from the tone of her voice. Scooting back farther, she nestled her ass deeper into Olivia's crotch. "Once you catch your breath, you think we could do that again?"
Olivia laughed heartily. "Absolutely."
Monday, June 22, 2009… Danika Kováč's Room, The Beacon—10:30 a.m. Central Daylight Time
As Langston slept in a drug-induced haze, her dreams were filled with a mirage of sights, and smells, and sounds, and the most confusing thoughts that led to questions she couldn't answer. She could see the gardens at her childhood home—the pale purple, and white, and lavender Lisianthus, and the pale pink and light purple Hydrangeas, the Roses of every conceivable color. She could smell the rich blend of fragrances, the flowers mingling with the Eucalyptus plants that her mother potted to set outside on the cabana porch to chase away the mosquitoes in the summertime. And the honeysuckle… Oh, that sweet, sweet, honeysuckle!
And then she caught a whiff of the succulent aromas that poured always forth from her mother's kitchen: Fresh-baked sourdough bread, chocolate chip cookies, and Irish stew—made with lamb instead of beef—and root vegetables, and freshly chopped herbs, seasoned with garlic, and Guinness, and red wine. She could almost feel her stomach growling as she greedily inhaled the smell.
She heard noises then, her body stiffening in fear. Footsteps outside the door—gentle. Familiar. Dani. Her body relaxed. The low drone of a television in the distance caught her attention then—the news broadcaster spinning a tale of mafia madness. The faint cries of an infant, the loud barking of a dog, followed by quiet shushing sounds. The clanking of ice as it dropped into crystal tumbler, and then the pouring of liquid.
And she heard voices, too. Familiar ones. Like her mother… and Aunt Laney… She saw flashes of them, young and beautiful. And then in their later years, the slightest touch of gray at their temples. Together. Always. But how could this be? They were both dead, far too young. Was she dead too? Was that why she could see them?
Surely not.
Moments later, the familiar sound of Dani's voice, followed by Mariana's, lent her peace—she wasn't dead! She relaxed then, allowing the dreams to take her away again to that place where she could visit with her mother and Aunt Laney. And as she drifted back to them, she could have sworn she heard it again, the muffled cries of an infant.
TBC in Chapter 16.6…