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 and Emma Spencer, and Natalia and Rafe Rivera are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The original characters Jennifer and Tracy Jackson-Morgan 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 entity. The dialogue, settings, and story content in these scenes are original. Written for fun, not profit. All other standard disclaimers apply.

This update has not been edited, therefore, all errors are my own. It's a bit shorter than my usual, but I think it ends on a perfect note. Plus, I needed it to be finished in time for WickedWanda's special day. Happy Birthday to my favorite FFW! May your blessings be abundant, and your burdens light, on this day and always.

Rating: Chapter 19 is rated PG-13 for some sexual dialogue and innuendo.

Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows

Copyright May 2009

"Sometimes life takes unexpected turns. Sometimes we hide the very core of our existence because we fear the judgment of others. Sometimes the universe shifts and we are provided with a brief moment to begin anew. These moments allow us to become fearless and let our perfectly created souls shine."

― Cori Garrison, New Beginnings

Chapter 19.3 – New Beginnings:

Friday, May 14, 2010… New Beginnings, Chicago, Illinois—8:15 a.m. Central Daylight Time

"I miss you so much," Natalia sighed. An entire week was just simply too long to be away from her fiancée.

Her fiancée.

She felt giddy every time she thought about it—about Olivia's proposal, or the diamond ring that sparkled on her finger. The diamond, a princess cut flanked by single accent stones on each side of the platinum band, was beautiful in its simplicity; as opposed to the huge rock Gus had given her—proving once again that Olivia knew her far better than anyone else ever had, or ever would.

"I miss you too, Sweetheart," Olivia purred into the phone from her office at New Beginnings in Chicago, more than two hundred miles away. "I can't wait to see you this afternoon."

"Me either," Natalia confessed. "I have big plans for you tonight."

"Oh, you do?" Olivia flirted.

"Oh, yes—" Natalia's voice was low, seductive. "It involves…"

Olivia groaned, and sought distraction as Natalia outlined exactly what her plans involved. The last thing she needed was to get all hot and bothered before her meeting.

Flipping through the files on her desk, she came across the one that was of particular interest. "Oh, hey, I've been meaning to tell you," she said, by way of distraction. "I have an interview this afternoon with a promising candidate for Director." She needed to switch course fast, or she would need a change of clothing before that interview.

Natalia grinned at the about-face. She knew exactly what she was doing to the hotelier. "That's great, Honey!" she proclaimed. "What time?"

"Three o'clock."

"That's perfect," Natalia declared. "I have my appointment with Dr. Stanton at nine thirty," she said of her therapist. "But we should be there by then. I'd like to sit in, if that's okay."

"Of course," Olivia encouragingly. "In fact, I insist upon it. That's why I scheduled it so late in the day."

"Thank you for that," Natalia said softly, continually moved by Olivia's belief in her.

"This center is your legacy, Natalia," Olivia said. "I want you to be as involved as you choose. You know that," she reminded.

"I know," Natalia acknowledged, gratitude in her voice. "And I'm so sorry I couldn't be there with you this week. I really wanted to be."

Olivia nodded. "I'm sorry too," she agreed. "But there was no way we couldn't predicted that Jen and Tracy's wedding and honeymoon would land right in the middle of our busiest time here at the center," she reasoned. "We needed a manager at the Beacon this week, and you're the best there is."

Blushing at the compliment, Natalia said, "Thank you." It amazed her that she could still feel so self-conscious with Olivia sometimes. Not that it was a bad thing. Just surprising.

Startled from her musing by the telltale crunch of potato chips, Natalia furrowed her brow. "Are you eating well?" she questioned, already knowing the answer.

"Of course I am, Sweetheart," Olivia fibbed around a mouthful of chips. "Why would you think otherwise?"

"Because those aren't carrots I hear crunching," Natalia said, astutely.

Olivia frowned into the phone. Busted. She hung her head low. "It was only a few, I swear."

"Yeah, right," Natalia chastised. "A few handfuls or a few bags?"

"A few, okay?" Olivia grumped. She had a rather dichotomous relationship with Natalia's ability to read her. "I promise I'll eat salads for lunch and dinner for a month when I get home."

Natalia laughed heartily. She knew that would never happen. Olivia liked her junk food too much.

"What?" Olivia said with a grin. "I'll be your very own life-sized bunny. I'll nibble leafy greens, with spinach, carrots, and whatever else you can throw in the bowl, and I won't even complain."

A subtle heat coiled deep in Natalia's belly. "I'd rather you nibble on something else," she practically purred.

Instantly, Olivia felt her nipples harden, as her nether regions filled with arousal. "Natalia—," she growled.

"I can't wait to get you into bed," Natalia murmured seductively. "Our little phone rendezvous was nice in a pinch, but it certainly doesn't do you justice."

A Cheshire grin spread across Olivia's lips. "I still can't believe you did that with me," she whispered clandestinely.

"Oh, Honey, believe me when I say, there's very little I wouldn't do with you," Natalia husked.

"Are you, uh…" Olivia swallowed hard. "Are you packing any… recreational equipment for the trip?" She knew better than to ask given the state she was already in, but she simply couldn't resist.

A roguish grin teased at Natalia's lips. "As a matter of fact, I am," she reported, in a tone that was rife with seduction. "It's a rather lovely piece. Long, and thick, and dark purple. You know the one."

Olivia whimpered.

"And you know what I want you to do with it?"

"What?" Olivia could barely breathe.

"I want you to wear it under your jeans when we go to dinner tonight," Natalia purred. "I wanna reach over…"

Before she could even finish, Natalia's name fell from Olivia's lips on a curse, wrapped in a guttural moan. God, she loved how brazen Natalia had become when it came to sex. She never hesitated in asking for what she wanted... or needed. It blew Olivia away in the most delightful manner.

Laughing, Natalia said, "I'll see you a little before three." And with that, she disconnected the call, leaving Olivia there to marinate in the promise of their shared fantasy.

Friday, May 14, 2010… Santorini, Greek Isles—7:30 p.m. Eastern European Summer Time

Jennifer Jackson-Morgan leaned forward against the stone wall that edged the private balcony of their picturesque villa in Santorini, her gaze flickering across the horizon as the waves crashed rhythmically against the shore far below. The secluded villa—a gift from Olivia and Natalia—was situated at the highest, narrowest point of the island, right on the edge of the legendary caldera, offering breathtaking views of all points on the horizon, especially the spectacular sunsets. Together, they had watched those sunsets from this vantage point on several occasions during their stay, including their first night when they celebrated their wedding by making love in the infinity pool as the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon. And tonight, they would bid a final farewell to the magnificent display of light and color as they dined on the terrace overlooking the Aegean Sea.

Glancing down at the wine glass that dangled loosely between her fingers, she smiled at the memory of their first day on the island. They'd discovered the wine while visiting a local vineyard where the grapes were grown in the nutrient-rich volcanic soil of the island. The simple rustic charm of the vineyard had captured their hearts as readily as the essence of the wine had captured their palates, easily garnering the vineyard and its signature red a place amongst their favorites. They snatched up several bottles for their stay, and arranged to ship a case of it home to share with friends, while vowing to make this vineyard their first stop on any future sojourns to the island.

Lifting the glass, Jen took a slow sip, savoring the light fruity playfulness of the grapes, juxtaposed against the rich, earthy undertones of the soil, as they frolicked together, rolling across her tongue.

"Still as delectable as the first time we tasted it?"

The sound of Tracy's voice drew Jen from her musings. She turned her head, smiling over her shoulder at her wife. "Even more so," she declared.

"Seems that wine has a lot in common with you," Tracy murmured seductively, as she slid her arms around Jen's waist from behind.

"Oh, really?" Jen sounded intrigued.

Nuzzling into Jen's neck, Tracy smiled against her skin as she drew in a deep breath, savoring the essence of her. "Most definitely," she declared, deftly lifting the wine glass from her wife's hand, setting it on the edge of the wall.

Instinctively, Jen turned in Tracy's embrace. An inch or so taller than her wife, her arms draped easily over Tracy's muscular shoulders. Vibrant blue sky falling into rich, dark soil, their gazes locked. Tracy's fingertips sank into the supple flesh at Jen's waist, strong arms pulling her impossibly closer, and soft smiles ghosted across their lips as their mouths met in a lingering kiss. And words ceased to be necessary as they reveled in the memory of a perfect honeymoon, and the promise of a future that stretched out before them.

Friday, May 14, 2010… New Beginnings, Chicago, Illinois—2:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time

Hours later, a light rapping on the doorjamb to the office at New Beginnings drew Olivia's attention from the file she had been reviewing—the résumé of the woman she would soon be interviewing for the position of Executive Director. Glancing toward the noise, her eyes lit up in recognition, as a bright smile quickly hijacked her lips. "Hi!" she greeted excitedly.

She glanced at her watch. "You're here earlier than expected. You must've broken land-speed records to get here," she laughed. She certainly wasn't displeased with the turn of events. "Where's Em?"

A dimpled smile greeted her. "I hope that's okay," came an almost sheepish response. "I—"

"Of course it's okay. Don't be silly," Olivia chuckled, amusement etched on her brow. She smiled as she rose from her desk, roving eyes taking in the entire package. The suit jacket was new—charcoal gray, double breasted, sporting sleek lines that hugged those luscious curves with perfection, and the royal blue chemise that peeped out at the precipice of her ample cleavage brought out the sparkle in the gorgeous dark eyes Olivia loved so much. She could tell that the matching trousers were pleated by the way the fabric fell from beneath the jacket; and following the smooth line down the pant leg, she noted how they draped her ankle, highlighting the adorable black, heeled boots that peeked out from under the cuffed hem. She loved the entire ensemble—and especially the woman wearing it.

Olivia's heart began to race as she gazed at her, eyes filled with love and desire. "You look… absolutely stunning," she said, a hint of awe in her tone. "Did you do something different with your hair?"

An eyebrow vaulted. "I… Uh, no…" she denied, eyeing Olivia curiously. "I—"

"Oh—," Olivia said, confused, but not deterred. "Maybe it's just because I haven't seen you all week," she grinned, quickly closing the distance between them. "A whole week without you is way too long," she declared, sweeping her gorgeous fiancée up in her arms.

She expunged a loud squeak from her captive, as she spun her around. "God, I've missed you, Sweetheart," she whispered, against her ear, as she set her back on her feet, grasping that gorgeous face in her hands. "You have no idea how much," she said softly, pulling her into a long-overdue kiss.

There was another sharp squeak, followed by two hands pressing firmly against Olivia's upper chest; then a low moan escaped into Olivia's mouth, and finally, a slow falling, headlong into the kiss. Olivia Spencer was positively irresistible.

It was slow, and sultry, and God it felt good to kiss her again. Olivia vowed, right then and there, that the two of them would never be apart for this long again. Even a single day would be too much separation, as far as she was concerned. From the way she was being kissed at the moment, Olivia doubted very highly that Natalia would argue.

But the longer the kiss lasted, the more Olivia sensed something was wrong.

Very wrong.

The hand that instinctively caressed her breast felt absolutely sublime; but… something just wasn't right. The tongue that scrimmaged with her own was incredibly tantalizing, but… somehow, just a bit… off. Natalia had been far too quiet when she walked into the room. And the question about Emma had gone unanswered.

Olivia moaned softly, then whispered Natalia's name, as she broke away from the kiss. But before she could ask her what was wrong, she was met with a firm slap across the face, accompanied by an angry outburst, "What the fuck are you doing!"

It clearly wasn't a question.

Stunned, Olivia staggered backward, her fingers instinctively gravitating toward her stinging lips and cheek, as she stared at Natalia, eyes filled with shock and confusion.

And then clarity began to set in.

The breast that had been caressed was her right one, not her left. That tongue felt intoxicating as she kissed her, but… it rolled the wrong way as it tangled with her own. The hair. The designer shoes. The suit she didn't recognize. All the signs were there, yet somehow, she couldn't manage to believe it.

Perfect mirror image, she thought; baffled by the incomprehensibility of it. "Oh, my god," she gasped, her hand clasped over her mouth.

Perfect mirror image.

"Nastassia—"

TBC in Chapter 19.4…