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 and Rafe Rivera, and Doris and Ashlee Wolfe are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The original characters of Detective Sargent Langston Malloy, McKenna, Attorney Danika Kováč, and their daughter McKenna, Judge Bennett Thomas and her daughters, Rian and Lauren, and Toni Martin are the property of this author, and any resemblance to fictional characters, or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No copyright infringement intended with regard to Guiding Light, CBS/TeleNext, Proctor & Gamble, 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 to my friend newfan64, for their ongoing willingness to edit my stories. Words cannot express how much I appreciate the two of you and your steadfast support of me, both personally, and as a would-be writer. Due to the rush to get you all this update, however, this content has not been edited. Thus, any mistakes contained herein are solely my responsibility. Thank you to all who continue to read and/or comment. I appreciate the time you have invested in this story, and truly hope you continue to enjoy.
Finally, this update is still a little heavy on the Langston/Dani (or as WickedWanda calls them, DANG) storyline. Again, I apologize for the unbalanced content, and promise there is much more Otalia to come. One more chapter to tie up the loose ends, and then we can all move forward together.
Rating: This section of Chapter 16 is rated NC-17 for colorful language and overt sexual content.
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 16.15 – A Few Fireworks of Our Own:
Sunday, July 5, 2009… Rian Thomas's Apartment, Springfield—1:30 a.m. Central Daylight Time
At the sound of keys jangling at her door, Rian Thomas glanced up from her copy of Social Work Today, where she was perusing a research article on The Family Acceptance Project—a program for helping LGBT youths out at San Francisco State University. So far, it came across as an excellent source of empirical evidence for her master's thesis, and she was looking forward to tying the information in with all of her other sources. But in that moment, her attention had been drawn away. She recognized the familiar timbre of those keys, and knew without question the identity of her late-night visitor. Not that it was all that difficult. Only a handful of people had a key for her home.
"Hey," she greeted casually, as her sister Lauren appeared moments later. "I didn't expect to see you again after that text earlier. You ran outta here like the place was on fire."
"Please…" Lauren sighed, as she turned and latched the deadbolt behind her. Rolling her eyes, she dropped her duffle bag on the floor and kicked off her sneakers at the door. "The way mom and Aunt Doris were behaving today?" She sounded both amused and a little wary. "I told mom I'd rather take my chances here."
Rian laughed, as Lauren dropped her keys onto the table beside the door. She understood exactly where her sister was coming from. The two older women had been acting like lustful teenagers the entire day, and she could only imagine the debauchery that would ensue at their mother's place later that night. Not that she would begrudge them their fun. Hell, she wouldn't have minded a little fun of her own! But like Lauren, she certainly didn't want a front row seat to the spectacle. It was still weird enough at times, knowing their mother was fucking their "Aunt" Doris. And apparently quite often, of late.
Leaning forward, she tossed her magazine onto the top of the vintage steamer trunk that doubled as her coffee table, and lifted a half-empty glass of red wine from a coaster nearby. There were smaller versions of similar trunks that functioned as side tables, one at the far end of the brown faux suede leather love seat where Rian was sitting, and the other at the opposite corner where a matching sofa sleeper helped create a partition between the living room and the kitchen/dining area.
"Can't say as I blame you there," Rian readily concurred. She sipped her wine as she surveyed her sister. "But that's not exactly what I meant."
Lauren cast a curious glance toward her sister, as she dropped down onto the sofa, one socked foot tucked up underneath her. "Then what, exactly, did you mean?" She emphasized the doing part.
A roguish grin flickered across Rian's lips. "I thought maybe your new lady friend would've persuaded you take a walk on the wild side," she teased.
Feeling slightly annoyed, but not really being certain as to why, Lauren scowled at her sister. "My new lady friend," she said in a determined tone, "is just exactly that—a friend."
Rian shrugged. "She could be a friend with benefits," she suggested.
"I'm not a lesbian, Ry," Lauren reminded dryly.
"No, but perhaps you could be bisexual," Rian countered.
Lauren arched an eyebrow. "Don't you think I would've figured that out by now?"
"Not necessarily," Rian replied offhandedly. "Some women don't figure it out until later in life."
"Do not cite mom and Aunt Doris as examples," Lauren protested. "We both know neither of them was ever really into men."
Ignoring the argument, Rian glanced at her watch unnecessarily. She knew exactly how late it was—and exactly what she was planning to do to further her agenda, playful as it was. "So where have you been so late?"
"I met Toni over at Café Andiamo," Lauren answered, referencing the quaint little coffee shop she and Rian often frequented over on South Sixth. It was walking distance from Rian's apartment, and the ambiance was eclectic, yet casual.
"Toni, huh?" Rian queried in a suggestive tone. She'd known it from the moment Lauren's phone went off just a few minutes after they'd gotten in from the barbeque.
"Would you stop, please," Lauren sighed. It wasn't a request. "Do you have any more wine?" she sidestepped, already moving toward the kitchen before Rian could respond.
"On the counter," Rian answered. "You know where the glasses are."
Lauren was already reaching for the cabinet door. "I should," she agreed, her tone light once again. "I'm the one who unpacked them."
Grasping a clean glass by threading her fingers around the stem, she pulled it from the shelf. Then, turning toward the counter, she picked up the bottle, surveying the vintage. It was Italian. Pricey. From their father's private stock. Nice.
Rian bided her time, watching her sister pour the wine, all the while stewing over her attraction to the young woman with dark eyes and auburn hair, who had appeared in her life out of nowhere. The emotions that played across Lauren's face told the story she denied was taking place, and Rian grinned to herself. This was too much fun not to savor.
"When are you going to see her again?" Rian pressed, when Lauren finally returned to the living room.
"What makes you think that I am?" Lauren countered. She cradled her wine glass in the palms of her hands like a sacred artifact, a protective talisman.
Rian arched an eyebrow. "Did you get her number?" she asked unnecessarily. She already knew the answer.
When Lauren didn't immediately respond, Rian laughed. "Thought so," she said smugly.
Lauren made a face at her. "I think I'm going to bed," she announced, a scowl in her tone.
The comment only proved to draw a heartier laugh from Rian. "Oh, stop it," she said playfully. "You know I'm only teasing you."
A wan smile flickered across Lauren's lips as she stood from the sofa, wine glass in hand. "Yeah, I know," she said, her tone quiet as she gently ruffled her sister's mop of raven hair. The problem is, I think you're right, she thought. But she wasn't prepared to admit it. Not even to herself, really. "I'll see you in the morning, Ry. Thanks for letting me crash."
Rian knew by Lauren's tone that it was time to let it go. At least for now. "Anytime, baby Sis," she murmured quietly, reaching for her periodical again. "Love you."
"Love you too," Lauren replied sincerely. "See you in the morning."
"I'll make the coffee," Rian said.
"Sounds good," Lauren agreed with a yawn, as she shuffled down the hall toward Rian's spare bedroom. She had shorts and t-shirts in the chest of drawers. She could sleep in those, and retrieve her abandoned duffle bag in the morning. Right now, all she needed was to sleep—to forget the strange responses she'd experienced, the confusing pull she'd felt toward the gorgeous redhead with the sexy, athletic…
Stop it! She commanded inwardly. "'Night," she called back to Rian.
"'Night."
Sunday, July 5, 2009… The Cottage, Martha's Vineyard—2:45 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
"Are you sure your friends won't mind me being here?" Langston inquired, her mouth trailing hot, wet kisses along the graceful line of Dani's neck as Dani pulled her into the living room, kicking the door closed. Her hands were tangled in those long dark tresses, reveling in their silkiness even as her tongue reveled in the sweet taste of Dani's skin.
Shaking her head, Dani groaned as Langston's mouth found the place that drove her wild. "On the contrary," she gasped. "They'll be pleased to see you at the breakfast table."
"Thank you, Sweet Jesus," Langston murmured absently, as she claimed Dani's mouth once again.
Swiftly, they moved through the living room at Dani's guidance, and entering the bedroom, Dani pushed her hard against the door. Langston groaned again in response. It had more to do with what Dani's hands were up to, than with the force she had used.
"You sure you don't wanna talk more before we do this?" Dani asked, her throat tight with want, her harmoniously accented voice a hoarse whisper, as she pressed Langston against the locked bedroom door. By the time they'd made it to the guest room where Dani was staying, she had managed to unbuckle Langston's belt, unsnap her jeans, lower the zipper, and slide her hand deep inside, all without missing a single step—or breaking their ravenous kiss.
Langston groaned on contact, her mind and body at war: she was intensely afraid that she might orgasm the moment Dani's knowing fingertips found her pulsating clitoris—she didn't want to rush things. Not this time. Yet she was equally concerned that she might actually resort to begging, if Dani didn't touch her soon. She needed to come. God, how she needed to come!
Turning the tables on her wife, Langston twisted around, landing Dani's back against the door with minimal effort. "No, I'm good," she answered, as she took control, pressing her pelvis firmly between Dani's legs. The move trapped Dani's hand between their bodies, drawing another guttural moan from deep within Langston's chest as she struggled not to climax from the mere idea of Dani touching her.
Slowly, her hot mouth slid down the taut cord of muscle in Dani's graceful neck, and she delighted in the sensation of Dani's pulse tripping beneath her tongue. And then she paused for a moment, realizing it might be Dani who needed to talk. "Unless you need more from me…"
The wood felt warm from Langston's body being against it, and Dani grinned. Tangling the long fingers of her free hand in Langston's short locks, she leaned forward, simultaneously pulling Langston's head toward her. Fingertips fluttered against Langston's engorged clitoris, teasing her through soft cotton briefs damp with desire, as Dani pressed a very deliberate kiss on Langston's mouth. "I've always taken you at your word, Langston Malloy," she murmured, her tongue expertly swiping the roof of Langston's mouth. "That's not about to change now."
Langston growled in response to Dani's touch. "Good," she declared. "Because talk is overrated."
"I won't argue that," Dani husked. And then she brushed her mouth against Langston's in another evocative kiss. "Now, shut up, and make me come."
Langston didn't need to be told twice.
Sunday, July 5, 2009… The Farmhouse of Love—2:30 a.m. Central Daylight Time
The hardwood floor creaked beneath Natalia's bare feet as she stepped over the threshold into their bedroom. She had awakened thirty minutes earlier when she heard gravel crunching beneath tires in the driveway. Rafe was home, and earlier than she'd honestly expected. She hadn't gone downstairs to check on him, but rather, to assuage a sudden craving for peanut butter/chocolate ice cream topped with Captain Crunch cereal, marshmallow fluff, and… cheese sauce.
Rafe had stared at her like she had three heads as he watched her create the concoction, thanking his lucky stars that he was diabetic, lest she offer him a bite. After a few minutes of polite conversation about his time with Ashlee, where he'd managed to sidestep most of his mother's questions, he had bolted from the kitchen, leaving her to her treat as he made his way down the hall to the guest bedroom.
The creaking floor caused Olivia to stir. Shifting onto her left side, she pried open one bleary eye, spying Natalia as she closed the bedroom door. "Rafe home?" she queried groggily.
"Yes," Natalia answered softly. Slowly, she moved toward their bed, her curvaceous form illuminated by the stream of moonlight that peered through the opening in the curtains. "He pretty much went straight to bed."
"He didn't wanna talk with mama about his date, huh?" Olivia said with fondness in her tone.
"Nope," Natalia confirmed. "I couldn't get a thing out of him."
Scooting upward, Olivia leaned back against the headboard, watching her as she moved. God, she was beautiful. Just looking at her made Olivia want her. But she knew that Natalia needed rest more than sex. They'd barely slept an hour. Purposefully, she set desire aside, as a knowing grin formed on her lips. "You've been raiding the ice cream again, haven't you?" she accused lightly.
Cheeks flushed and dimples bloomed. "Guilty as charged."
"Captain Crunch or Froot Loops this time?" Olivia queried.
"Captain Crunch," Natalia mumbled as she crawled beneath the covers.
"With or without berries?"
"With…"
"So cheese sauce instead of chocolate, huh?" Olivia had long-since grown accustomed to Natalia's weird cravings. So much so that she could practically predict them.
"Yup."
Chuckling, Olivia leaned over, brushing a kiss against Natalia's temple. "You're adorable, Sweetheart."
"Yeah… And I'm also chubby," Natalia sighed. "Why can't I stop eating ice cream in the middle of the night?" she asked rhetorically.
Scooting closer, Olivia wrapped her arms around Natalia. "You, my love," she murmured softly against Natalia's ear, "should eat all the ice cream you can stand while you have the excuse."
"I'm as big as a blimp," Natalia countered, a plump lower lip falling into a pout.
"You're beautiful," Olivia whispered. Slowly, her mouth skated along the smooth plane of Natalia's neck. "You're one hot little mama, and I can't get enough of you."
"I smell like nachos," Natalia pointed out self-deprecatingly. "Maybe next time I should skip the cheese sauce," she mused.
"Don't skip it on my account," Olivia said. "I think it's sexy. In fact, maybe next time you should bring it to bed. We can drizzle a little bit of it right here…" she suggested, nipping at the sensitive spot just beneath Natalia's ear.
Feeling unusually ticklish, Natalia giggled and squirmed. "You're a little bit twisted," she declared. "You know that, right?"
"I don't know about twisted, but I'm definitely tied up in knots over you," Olivia flirtatiously conceded.
Eyebrows furrowed, a look of concern forming on Natalia's face. "Is that a good thing?"
Olivia laughed. "I'd say so, yes."
"Metaphorically speaking, right?"
"Yes," Olivia confirmed. And then she had second thoughts. This could get rather interesting. "Unless… you'd rather it be literal."
Natalia arched an eyebrow. "What, you want me to tie you up?"
An innocent shrug marked Olivia's response. "Could be fun," she suggested.
Shaking her head, Natalia chuckled. "Like I said: twisted." She emphasized the reiteration.
A mischievous grin trickled across Olivia's lips. "I didn't hear a 'no' in there," she artfully pointed out.
Natalia leaned over, brushing her mouth against Olivia's. "That's because I didn't say 'no'," she replied suggestively.
"Seriously?" Olivia intoned. She couldn't believe her ears.
"Yes, seriously," Natalia grinned.
Olivia opened her mouth to respond, and nothing came out. She just sat there with it gaping open, as she stared at Natalia in complete disbelief. The woman never ceased to surprise her, especially when it came to their sex life.
Amused, Natalia reached over, gently pressing upward on Olivia's chin. "You know," she said in a low sultry voice, "if you leave that open too long, I might have to find something to put in there…"
Olivia gulped. Hard. Yes, please. Like your clit. I love feeling it go hard in my mouth.
Natalia laughed and kissed her again. "Now, sleep," she instructed. "Maybe we'll have time to get a little tied up in the morning."
Mutely, Olivia nodded, and sank back down into their bed, mind racing her body instinctively wrapped around Natalia's. Now how the fuck am I supposed to sleep with that running around in my head all fucking night?
As Natalia settled into the curve of Olivia's body, allowing Olivia to hold her from behind, she grinned to herself. You'll manage, she thought, as though reading Olivia's mind. She closed her eyes then, and drifted back to sleep.
Two hours later, Olivia was still wide awake, and more turned on than ever. She couldn't wait for sunrise.
Sunday, July 5, 2009… The Cottage, Martha's Vineyard—3:30 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
"Jesus, that was good," Langston gasped.
Sweaty and out of breath, she flopped backward onto the mattress, reveling in the aftereffects of their passionate encounter. Her chest glistened as it heaved, breasts rising and falling in short, staccato breaths. She sucked in a deep breath, blowing it out slowly, as she wiped the perspiration from her face with an equally sweaty forearm. She had absolutely no recollection of how they had made it from the door into the bed, or how their clothing had been shed. Neither of them did.
Tilting her head toward Langston, Dani arched a brow. "Just good?" She emphasized the declared evaluation.
"Spectacular," Langston clarified on a pant, a satisfied grin on her lips. "Best Fourth of July fireworks ever."
A gleeful laugh worked its way from Dani's lungs. "It sure was, Babe," she readily agreed.
She rolled toward Langston, seeking closeness. Pressing her body against Langston's side, she draped one leg over, the damp heat of her settling against Langston's firm thigh. "Remember the first time we fucked like that?" she asked, with a hint of nostalgia in her breathy tone. They were freshmen in college at the time, Dani having surprised Langston at Princeton one Friday afternoon. She'd been grateful that Langston's roommate had gone home for the weekend.
"Oh, yeah," Langston sighed contentedly, her breathing starting to normalize. By that time, they had moved beyond the stage of bumbling teenaged sex, finally figuring out how it all worked—or more to the point, how to work it—and that first encounter in Langston's dorm room after nearly three months of separation left an indelible mark on both of them. Their sexual encounters were never the same after that, in the best possible way.
A soft groan played in the back of Langston's throat at the memory of them fucking against her dorm room door, and then again on the narrow bed nearby. It still made her hot thinking about it now. But that wasn't what made her feel closest to Dani, and it wasn't what she wanted to remember about their reunion, either that afternoon or tonight.
She turned her head, finding Dani's dark gaze. Lightly, she brushed her fingertips along the angle of Dani's jaw, smiling at the intensity in those eyes that met her own. "More importantly, I remember the first time we made love," she whispered.
Dani grinned. "We did a lot of fucking before we finally made love."
Langston laughed in agreement. "Yes, we did," she grinned triumphantly. "But none of that held a candle to tonight."
A collage of images flashed through her mind as she recalled the initial frenzied moments of their encounter just minutes before: the excitement of devouring Dani's breasts, the stiff peaks of her nipples, so different, so new in the wake her pregnancy and childbirth—the familiar taste of Dani's skin as her mouth and tongue blazed a trail from those perfect breasts down to her throbbing core—the familiar aroma, the salty-sweet taste of her, so long denied—the glorious triumph of watching Dani's skin flush with desire, of hearing her cries of pleasure, of feeling Dani release against her tongue just moments after drawing that beautiful swollen clitoris into her mouth. Every moment, resplendent.
And moments later, the heat of Dani's mouth covering her, the delicate play of her skillful tongue, as Langston finally surrendered herself to the ferocity of need left too long unanswered, allowing herself to be taken, her own hands tangled in the mass of rich, dark curls, holding that exquisite mouth hard against her aching center as she cried out her own pleasure.
"Agreed," Dani husked, her skin flushing, reminiscences echoing Langston's own.
When they'd hit the bed, Dani was on her stomach with Langston's muscular arms wrapped tightly around her from behind. She remembered the sheer power of Langston's weight atop her, the press of her breasts, hard nipples abrading her back, the scorching heat of Langston's mouth trailing along her spine, and then against the back of her neck, behind her ear, as her hands simultaneously teased her breasts and nipples, and worked her aching clitoris into a frenzy once again. It was like she was everywhere, all at once, and it was scintillatingly arousing.
And then that tantalizing thrusting began against her ass, the tautness of Langston's engorged clitoris riding between her ass cheeks, as Langston brought herself to the edge where she skillfully held them until Dani begged, once again, for release. They were both still coming when Langston deftly flipped Dani from her stomach to her back, her ravenous mouth claiming Dani's breast, biting down, devouring it like a starving lioness, as her fingertips worked between Dani's thighs, opening her, entering her, taking her once again to the brink, this time with deep, firm thrusts that were powered by the press of a muscled thigh. Within mere moments, Dani cried out again, her body shuddering in release, and Langston effortlessly followed. And then they were falling, floating, flying free, as Langston collapsed on top of Dani, both of them drenched in the sweat of their passion, sated and smiling.
"But that's not what I want to remember most about tonight," Langston whispered. She pressed a tender kiss against the corner of Dani's mouth, and another on her chin.
"No?" Dani's tone asked the question. "What do you want to remember?"
A smitten smile played at the corners of Langston's mouth as she searched the depths of Dani's dark, soulful eyes. Lightly, she kissed Dani's mouth again. "Making love with my wife again," she murmured softly. "I've missed you so much…"
"Not half as much as I've missed you, Lang," Dani whispered. Gently, she touched Langston's face, her thumb brushing against a lower lip, bruised tender from their passionate kisses.
Noting the anguish and regret that flashed through Langston's eyes as she opened her mouth to respond, Dani gently pressed her fingertips to Langston's lips. "Don't," she said softly. "We're beyond apologies now. I just wanna be with you."
"That's what I want too," Langston quietly agreed.
Dani's smile lit her dark eyes, and she nibbled her lower lip adorably. Nothing could have pleased her more. She leaned closer then, covering Langston's mouth in a sensual kiss. "Make love to me, Langston," she whispered, her body clinging to Langston's own. "Take me back to the way we were before."
Langston shook her head as she rolled Dani onto her back, never breaking their eye contact. "No," she said with quiet conviction. "I'll take you someplace better—to our future."
"That sounds perfect to me," Dani murmured in approval before Langston claimed her mouth in a kiss that held more promise than any they had ever shared before. Langston lost herself then, in the wonder of rediscovering Dani's body, her mouth and tongue slowly reacquainting with lush curves and valleys, and her ears to the quiet mewling sounds of Dani's most intimate pleasures, as they solidified their oneness: heart, mind, body, and soul.
TBC in Chapter 17: Want for Nothing…