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 and Emma Spencer, Natalia Rivera, Lillian Raines, Maureen "Maury" Reardon, and Buzz and Frank Cooper are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The original characters of Jennifer, Tracy, Jacob and Dylan Jackson-Morgan and their extended family, Detective Sargent Langston Malloy, and her parents, Carrigan (Carrie) McKenna Malloy and Lorcán Malloy, Attorney Danika Kováč, and her parents Alaina (Laney) Brennan Kováč and Daněk Kováč, Judge Bennett Thomas, Jacqueline, Jake and Preston Morgan are the property of this author, and any resemblance to fictional characters, or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Rights to Radclyffe's Justice Series, including Justice for All, copyright 2009, belong to Bold Stroke Books. 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, Radclyffe, Bold Stroke Books, or any other person or entity. The dialogue, settings (with the exception of "The Tasty"—you'll understand when you read), 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. 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. Though not as graphic as some recent updates, this one is still 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 apologize for being late a little on this one. It is still the weekend though, so I've managed to keep my word… barely. Google Drive and I had a little tangle, and this update lost. So… I had to rewrite it from nothing but my outline and a few notes scribbled on scraps of paper. Lucky for me, I don't ever throw anything away.
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 16.6 – A Few Fireworks of Our Own:
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Bauer Barbecue—6:15 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"I wonder where Olivia and Natalia disappeared to," Bennett said quizzically, as she and Doris lazed on the blanket beneath the giant oak, the thick, full leaves rustling above them. They were lying close, their fingers intertwined as they rested in the light breeze. "I haven't seen them in a while."
Lolling her head to the side, Doris met Bennett's dark gaze. "They're probably off fucking somewhere," she said unconcernedly. "Apparently, Natalia's baby hormones are in overdrive."
Bennett laughed. "I remember those days," she commented. "What I wouldn't have given to have you around back then, because I sure as hell didn't want to fuck Clay."
Doris couldn't help but snicker. "Serves you right for leaving me." Her tone was playful, not punitive.
Leaning closer, Bennett skimmed Doris's lips with her mouth. "Yes, it does," she readily agreed. And then she kissed her again; this time, thoroughly, and with purpose. "Think we could get away with sneaking off?" she huskily suggested when she released Doris's mouth.
The kiss left Doris nearly breathless, and more than a little turned on. "I think our daughters would notice if we disappeared," she managed to comment.
"So what?" Bennett countered. "It's not like they don't know we're having sex."
"You're being serious, aren't you?" Doris sounded amused—and more than a little interested.
"Oh, yeah," Bennett groaned. "Let's go find a tree in the woods so I can fuck you against it."
Doris laughed. "Sorry, Honey, but that's Buzz and Lillian's shtick."
"Huh?"
"Every year, Buzz Cooper and Lillian Raines sneak off into the woods for a Fourth of July fuck," Doris explained. "They've been doing it for as long as they've been together. They think it's their little secret, but everyone knows about it."
"Oh, my god, that's hilarious," Bennett chuckled.
"Isn't it, though?" Doris grinned. "Maybe it's just me, but Lillian never really seemed the type."
"No," Bennett said, her expression turning roguish. "But you certainly do."
"You flatter me, my love," Doris smirked. "But that's still not getting you into my pants in the woods. I have a reputation to uphold, you know."
"Oh, yeah?" Bennett challenged. "And what reputation is that?"
"Well, I only put out in the finest atmospheres," Doris said playfully, sounding as though Bennett should already know better. "Take me to a breathtaking mountaintop, and you can fuck me against any tree you'd like; but you're not touching me in the woods behind the Bauer's house."
"What about the bathroom at 'The Tasty' back in grad school?" Bennett reminded with a nostalgic grin. It was a one-seater, unisex bathroom with an outside entrance in the back alley behind the dilapidated building that housed several businesses in Harvard Square, not far from the Harvard campus. Anyone who might've spotted them exiting would've known what they'd been doing, but in the moment they hadn't given a damn. Their sexual relationship was new at the time, and being hot and horny every moment of the day, Bennett had jumped at the opportunity the moment Doris suggested it. Neither of them had left disappointed.
"That was before I developed more refined… tastes," Doris said dismissively, drawing a chuckle from Bennett.
"So… now I'd have to fuck you in the bathroom at Bella Mia's," Bennett deduced. It wasn't a question.
"Exactly," Doris confirmed. "Or the Ritz."
An amused laugh tumbled from Bennett's lips, as the curled into a grin. "Duly noted, my love," she murmured, as she leaned in, kissing Doris again. "Duly noted."
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Jackson-Lombardi Residence—6:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"Thank you again for including me in your family gathering, Tracy," Jacqueline said with deep gratitude in her tone.
After a mid-afternoon feast of grilled barbeque pork steaks, hamburgers, brats, and smoked corn-on-the-cob, prepared by Tracy's brothers, and scrumptious sides of homemade bacon potato salad, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, and maple corn bread, prepared by Jen and Tracy, and Tracy's mom and Grandma Rosie, they all found themselves stuffed to the gills. When the time came, Jacqueline, at her insistence, helped with the cleanup before the extended family went their separate ways for the evening.
The whereabouts of most of her family now a mystery, Tracy hadn't a care in the world as she and Jen lingered with Jacqueline on the porch, watching the activities in the backyard.
As usual, Tracy's eldest brother, Logan, was in the carport, his head shoved under the hood of the classic 1967 Pontiac GTO he was restoring. The quiet, introspective type, he enjoyed the solitude of auto restoration. Many a night after coming home from work, he could be found out under the carport, his radio playing in the background, as he tinkered with an engine, or installed a vintage interior accessory he'd found through his contacts at junkyards across the country. To his delight, he'd found the little gem on Craig's List for a song, since it had basically been stripped down to nothing but bare bones; but he loved a challenge—and he loved classic muscle cars even more, so this was a dream project for him.
At the other end of the porch, their sister Bri was curled up on the padded seat of a wicker bench, her head buried in the latest in Radclyffe's Justice Series, Justice for All. Jen and Tracy had devoured the book within days of its arrival in their mailbox, and then, per usual, it had been passed along to Bri. She wasn't a lesbian—at least not that she'd admitted; but Radclyffe's books were just so damned good she couldn't help herself. And Tracy had no doubt her sister would finish it before the holiday weekend came to an end.
Out on the lush, green lawn just beyond the in-ground pool, Jacob and Maury took turns tossing the tennis ball for Kaia, the boys' puppy. She was still a bit clumsy at the game, frequently stumbling over her own four paws as she chased the ball at breakneck speeds; but she had learned very quickly how fetch was supposed to work. As a result, Jacob's laughter, and Maury's squeals of delight were joined by the excited yipping of a very pleased puppy as they praised her for her efforts.
At the far end of the yard, a well-concealed gate creaked open, and in walked Tracy's youngest brother, Ronan, followed closely by Emma and Dylan. Covered in mud, Emma and Dylan looked as though they'd been wrestling with pigs, when in truth, they'd only gone tromping through the creek, gigging for frogs as Tracy had predicted. Jacqueline smiled at the sight of them. Dylan looked so very much like Jake at that age, and she delighted in watching him play. "I'm having a lovely time."
Reaching over, Tracy gently squeezed Jacqueline's hand. "You're welcome here with us anytime," she said reassuringly. "And of course, at our home as well."
Glancing toward the young woman, Jacqueline offered an appreciative smile. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your kindness."
"What kindness?" Tracy asked rhetorically. "You're family."
Catching Tracy's gaze, Jen offered an affectionate smile. "Thank you," she silently mouthed, as adoring eyes swept across Tracy's face.
Her eyes filled with love for Jen, Tracy offered a soft smile in response. She didn't need to say a word for Jen to know what she was thinking.
Jacqueline regarded her curiously. "You don't find it even a little strange to have your fiancée's former mother-in-law lurking about?"
"No," Tracy answered forthrightly. "You're Jacob and Dylan's grandmother. You belong with us. You always have. I'm just glad you're able to be where you belong now."
Tears welling up in her dark eyes, Jacqueline fought to hold her composure. After all the years of loneliness with Preston after Jake died, it felt wonderful to be welcomed and accepted, especially by these women whom Preston had tried so hard to hurt. Moments with her grandsons had been precious to her, and she treasured the memories made with them each and every time Jen had offered to allow her the pleasure of seeing them. The moments Preston knew nothing about were the ones she treasured the most.
And Carrie and Langston had helped lift her sadness, and fill the loneliness during her darkest days. Stolen moments of laughter and conversation on the phone with Carrie and Langston while Preston was at work had become her saving grace, especially in the early days after Jake's death. And in recent years, a few hours with Langston when she wasn't working crazy hours on a case had sustained her as she worked through her grief over losing Carrie.
But now they were both gone, and she'd felt herself sinking into a pit of despair so deep she thought she'd never escape. That realization was what had prompted her to show up on Jen and Tracy's doorstep that morning—and she found herself forever grateful for the unknown force that had lifted her from her bed, and sent her in their direction. "As am I," was all she could manage, lest a cascade of tears begin to fall.
Her thoughts drifted then, back to that morning when she returned to Dani's suite to check on Langston. She had just been informed by Langston's colleagues that Preston was dead, and her head was still reeling from the scene that had transpired in her study just a few brief hours before…
Monday, June 22, 2009… Danika Kováč's Room, The Beacon—11:30 a.m. Central Daylight Time
"How is she?" Jacqueline asked, as Dani stepped aside at the suite door, allowing her entrance. "And just as importantly, how are you?"
Dani smiled at the warmth in Jacqueline's question. "I'm fine," she answered, closing the door behind them. "And Lang is still sleeping. I think the Vicodin really knocked her out. I've been in and out of the room several times, and she hasn't stirred."
"Good. She needs to rest," Jacqueline declared. The air was cool, the room, quiet, except for the low drone of the television in the background. It would seem that aside from Langston, they were alone. Setting her medical bag down on the floor next to an armchair, she lowered herself into the seat. And then she looked pointedly at Dani. "And so do you. Neither of you will be good for anyone if you're exhausted."
A slight nod accompanied the reflective smile that graced Dani's lips. "I had a nap with her earlier," she informed. She gestured toward the wet bar, an unspoken offer of refreshment.
A finely sculpted eyebrow arched. "With Langston?" Jacqueline sounded surprised. And then she answered Dani's offer with a request for coffee.
Dani chuckled, as she lifted the carafe, pouring a cup of the freshly-brewed hot liquid. "Well, I didn't exactly give her an option," she admitted. Setting the carafe back on the warmer, she lifted the cup, carrying it to Jacqueline. "I just sort of climbed in bed with her while she was sleeping," she said sheepishly.
Jacqueline laughed. "Well, that's one way to cut to the chase," she teased, as she accepted the proffered refreshment.
"She didn't seem to mind when she woke up and found me there," Dani said, looking rather pleased, as she settled on the sofa across from Jacqueline, tucking one bare foot up beneath her. Upon her return from the courthouse, she had promptly shed her expensive dark suit, exchanging it for more comfortable fare—heather gray sweatpants, and one of Langston's faded Chicago PD t-shirts. "She said she wants to work on our marriage."
The smile that spread across Jacqueline's face warmed Dani's heart. "That's wonderful news, Dani."
Dani's smile was tremulous. "Wonderful, and… terrifying," she admitted. "I have to tell her when she wakes up, Jacqué, and I'm so afraid of how she'll react."
"I know, Sweetheart," Jacqueline said empathically. "But I'm sure she'll understand once she has a chance to process," she reasoned. "It's not like you kept it from her on purpose."
"I just hope it doesn't take her another three years to process this news," Dani sighed, the reminder of Langston's reaction to her decision to defend Carrie's murderer still foremost in her mind.
Before Jacqueline could respond, an eager-looking midday news anchor from the local CBS affiliate broke into national programming with breaking news. "Good morning," he greeted, sounding rather full of himself. "Following a nationwide manhunt, authorities in New York City have just confirmed the shooting death of alleged crime boss, Daněk Kováč, who escaped Federal custody in Chicago late last week."
Dani's heart lurched in her chest at the news that her father was dead. She hated him, and rightly so. But he was still her father. And with his death, a world of uncertainty lay in wait, not only for her, but for those she loved.
"Kováč," the news anchor droned on, "who was arrested early Friday morning, and charged with a laundry list of crimes, including drug and sex trafficking, money laundering, and several counts of murder, apparently sought refuge with members of another well-known Czechian crime family, based on Staten Island. He was shot by Federal agents in the early morning hours, while attempting to leave the country via a cargo ship slated for return to the Czech Republic."
Jacqueline watched carefully, the swirl of emotions that played across Dani's face—shock, fear, anger, embarrassment, and ultimately, relief. "You okay, Sweetheart?" she asked softly, as she moved to sit beside the younger woman. A gentle hand slowly caressed her upper back.
A lone tear trickled down Dani's cheek, and she swiped at it without thought. "Yeah," she sniffed. "It's just… The news caught me off-guard."
"In related news, financial services mogul, Preston Morgan, was found dead this morning at his headquarters here in Springfield," the news anchor continued. "He was arrested on charges related to the organized crime sting that took place here in the State Capitol and across the State of Illinois last Friday morning. Morgan, who was linked to the Malloy crime family through his marriage to…"
"Oh, my god, Jacqué!" Dani exclaimed, shocked by the news—and even more surprised that Jacqueline hadn't said a word. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Meeting dark eyes filled with concern, Jacqueline's gaze never wavered. It wasn't lost on her that Dani hadn't asked what had happened. "Because I'm not sorry he's dead," she answered forthrightly. "My only concern is that you and Langston stay safe."
"We'll be fine, I promise," Dani assured with far more confidence than she felt. She didn't want Jacqueline worrying about them. "Now that my father is dead," she said, still reeling from the potential ramifications of truth behind those very words, "I suspect any attempts on our lives will cease."
"You don't think they were Lorcán's men?"
Dani shook her head. "No," she answered, choosing not to elaborate.
"What if you're wrong?"
"Let's just hope that I'm not."
Saturday, July 4, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—6:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time
Now lying on their sides, Olivia's heart rate slowly returned to normal, as she spooned Natalia from behind, their bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways. Lightly, she skimmed her mouth across sweat-dampened skin, scattering kisses across Natalia's back, neck, and shoulders. "I've never felt so completely connected to another person," she whispered against Natalia's ear, as she brushed her mouth against it.
And it was the truth—every movement Natalia made, ever ripple of pleasure, Olivia could feel it reverberating deep within her own body. But it was more than just the physical. It was the emotional, as well. Never had Olivia experienced a lover who was as open, and curious, and unafraid to express such vulnerability to her. And never had she had a lover who made her feel safe enough to lay herself so completely bare. Certainly the men she'd loved had given her a sense of safety, but nothing would ever compare to the complete and utter sense of unconditional love and acceptance she'd found in Natalia's arms. She had no need to ever look any farther than the warmth of those deep mahogany eyes to know that she'd found her home.
"Mm…" Natalia purred softly. Turning her head, the lips that murmured against her ear effortlessly connected with her own in a brief, but tender kiss. "Neither have I."
They talked quietly then, of their thoughts and their feelings, and ultimately, of their rising sense of renewed need for one another—though it ebbed at times, it never fully waned, and both of them found that amazing. As they talked, they touched, in tender, light caresses—the tangling of fingertips, a gentle hand tracing along the line of a thigh, the light squeeze of a palm over a breast, the grazing of a nipple, the brush of a mouth against an earlobe, all intermingled with quiet confessions of their love and devotion to one another. And finally, passion reigniting, they moved together, in a dance all their own, as Olivia slowly began to thrust inside her.
Admittedly a bit clumsy at first in this somewhat awkward position, Olivia soon learned how to move, how to angle, how to shift and thrust just right, so that she connected with Natalia in the place where she needed it most. It didn't take long to work them both into quivering masses of pent-up need, aching for release.
Natalia groaned. "God, Liv, I wish I could still support your weight…"
"You need more pressure?" Olivia murmured knowingly, as her fingertips skittered across Natalia's breast, lightly teasing a painfully erect nipple.
"Oh, god, yes…" Natalia panted. Her clitoris twitched wildly, growing increasingly harder with every thrust of Olivia's hips. If she didn't get some relief soon, she swore she would self-combust!
"Lift up a bit for me," Olivia coaxed against Natalia's ear. Lightly, she nibbled the shell, drawing a whimper from Natalia.
When Natalia complied, Olivia slipped her right arm beneath Natalia's right hip. She angled her arm, to reach Natalia's center, and applied direct pressure with the base of her palm. And then with her thumb and forefinger, she gently grasped the turgid shaft and began a slow, steady stroking that mirrored the thrusting deep inside Natalia's body. And then, her entire body on fire, Natalia was writhing, and gasping, and begging Olivia not to make her come yet, because it was just so fucking good!
And that was when Frank had walked in the door, squelching into their plans for another toe-curling orgasm. Talk about a wet blanket.
"I'm not so certain I'm willing to allow my child to grow up in a house where you're doing… this…," Frank waved his hand, gesturing toward the scene before him, "all the time." There was vitriol in his tone.
The sound of Frank's voice grated on her last nerve, as it yanked Natalia out of her reverie. At that point, she was so hot and ready that her only thought involved how incredible it would feel when Olivia slipped back inside her, and her sole focus was getting rid of Frank so she could make that happen.
Annoyed, she slid upright beneath the quilt. Bending her knees as much as she could comfortably manage, she draped her arms over them. "So… are you saying that if I had married you, you would have been willing to go without for eighteen years—y'know, so our child wouldn't grow up in a house where her parents have sex?" Thank you, Tracy, Natalia thought, flashing back to the memory of her friend on the witness stand a few weeks prior, taking on Preston's attorney, tit-for-tat. She tucked a self-satisfied smile behind her iron façade, waiting.
"Well, No!" Frank sounded incredulous. "That's different."
"Why?" Natalia challenged. "Because you're a man? Because you have a penis?" She glanced down at Olivia's crotch, and a devilish grin trickled across her face.
Frank said nothing. And he didn't dare glance toward Olivia.
"We're not going to spend the next eighteen years worrying that you're gonna try to take our child away from us," Natalia said. It was a warning.
"She's our child, Natalia," Frank argued, accentuating rightful ownership. "Yours and mine. Not hers."
"That's rather unfortunate—isn't it?" Natalia's tone was hot with anger; yet bitingly cold.
Olivia looked at her with astonishment in her eyes, and then her gaze slowly drifted toward Frank. "Look, we don't wanna fight with you, Frankie," she said, holding her tone as evenly as possible. In the same breath, she finally reached up, tugging the quilt down far enough to cover her completely. A part of her regretted having antagonized him moments ago. "But if you push this issue, we will fight." It was a clear warning. "And we'll win."
"She's my child!" Frank barked.
"Yes, she is," Natalia had no choice but to concede. "And I would never deny your rights to her. But as long as she's living in my body, I get to decide who looks after us—and I choose Olivia. So please stop checking up on me. If I need anything, Olivia will take care of it."
"But—"
"No 'buts', Frank." Natalia halted his protest. And then with a sigh, she took a moment to calm her anger. "Look, I'm not trying to be cruel, but… I don't need you."
Frank looked absolutely crushed, but that didn't deter Natalia from her message. She soldiered on, saying, "Olivia takes very good care of me, and we don't need any help. Now please leave, and don't come back here again unless you're invited. And even then, don't you ever walk into our home again without knocking first."
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he refused to make eye contact with either of them, as he nodded his understanding. It wasn't like this with his family—no one ever knocked before entering the house. It's just what they did. Realizing that, he felt like an ass for not having considered their right to privacy. The baby was his, but he knew that didn't give him the right to just walk in on them. Ashamed, he muttered an apology for having intruded, and then he shuffled out the door without another word.
TBC in Chapter 16.7…