A/N: Thank you all SO SO MUCH for the overwhelming reviews! I had no idea so many people would be interested/intrigued by this pairing, though now it's becoming quite clear that many of us have perverted minds. XD I wanted to answer all of you individually but editing this took me so much time, now it's 1am and I'm brain dead. Thank you all again (I have a special little tear at the corner of my eye for those of you who initially read because of some 'morbid curiosity' and found themselves genuinely interested, it just makes me happy!)
As I said at the beginning of this fic, this part is M rated, so it does have adult contents. Please don't traumatize yourself if you're not comfortable about this idea...though if you do give it a try, I hope you'll find I did it in a somewhat believable way XD Olivia was pretty convinced, uhm uhm.
So sorry about all the mistakes there must be in there. This fic has drained me (and kept me away from school work oops), and I'm just too exhausted to go through it again.
Enjoy! :)
MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL
PART TWO
"What do you think makes me sexier than you?"
One thing for sure, stubbornness was a trait they shared.
Olivia sighed, rolling her neck a little to release some of the tension that had accumulated there, and doing so, she started to reconnect with what was still happening. She figured she had better answer her questions, because she obviously wouldn't let it go. She shrugged again.
"I don't know…" She said, tiredly. "Your clothes?"
This actually caused her Alternate to smile again, followed by her raised eyebrow. "What about the clothes I'm wearing tonight? Do you still think I'm sexier than you right now?"
"Right now, I think you're being obnoxious," Olivia answered truthfully, the irritation definitely back, along with a bunch of other feelings she really didn't want to dwell upon.
Liv chuckled. "Well, that's a given, but I can blame it on the whiskey." Under Olivia's skeptical glare, she nodded her head. "Okay, I'm pretty much always obnoxious, even sober. Still, you're not answering my question."
"It's because I don't have an answer to your question," Olivia replied, annoyed, unwrapping her arms and letting her hands fly in front of her as she spoke. "What do I need to say to make you drop it? That I think you're definitely sexier than me, probably always was and always will be? Fine. You're the sexy one. Congratulation, you win this round, too."
Liv was walking towards her now, and before she knew it, she had grabbed one of her arms, trying to make her follow her to the other end of the room. Olivia tried to free herself from her grip, ignoring the shudder that shot through her flesh where she had grabbed her.
"What are you doing?" she asked impatiently, but her hold on her was strong.
"C'mon, I just want to show you something," Liv said calmly, but when Olivia still refused to move and kept fighting against her grip, she stopped pulling, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, have a little faith in yourself."
Olivia narrowed her eyes. "Oh, you're very funny."
Liv smirked, wiggling her eyebrow. "I know, right?" Then she was pulling again. "C'mon, I swear it will be painless."
Very reluctantly –she still did not trust her in the least, she let herself be led, quickly realizing that Liv simply intended to make her stand in front of the long mirror that covered the dresser's door. Or rather to make them both stand there as it appeared; the mirror might be long, it wasn't very large, so that Liv ended up standing shamelessly closely behind her, slightly on the side, both her hands on her shoulders now, something she decided not to focus on either.
Olivia quickly took in her own reflection, disheveled hair and clothes; she now had the visual confirmation of what she had been feeling for a while: she had indeed been blushing, her cheeks pinker than she had seen them in ages. She definitely looked flustered.
Damn, she was flustered; Liv was standing way too close to her, her fingers on her shoulders already burning through the fabric of her shirt.
She forced herself to clear her head. She hadn't had any alcohol herself, but it was almost 3am, she hadn't slept in almost two days again and had been feeling on the edge ever since she'd had to come Over There for their case; right now, she felt like her every nerve was raw and exposed, responsive to the slightest change, making her extremely aware. It was odd, considering how numb she usually felt these days, and yet it was understandable. She understood why any kind of human contact would cause her body to produce such a decent amount of endorphins already, but understanding it didn't make it okay.
God, how needy had she gotten in the past three years, exactly?
Feeling and seeing herself blush even harder at her own thoughts, she focused on her Alternate's face instead of where her hands were resting. Looking at their reflections, both of them standing there in their pajamas, she couldn't ignore the fact that, with the exception of their hair, they both looked quite identical at the moment.
She didn't miss the irony in this.
And apparently, that was exactly what Liv wanted her to notice, because she asked: "What do you see?"
"Is there any other valid answer beside 'us'?" She asked back, not entirely annoyed anymore, but still thinking this was pointless.
Liv ignored her, staring at her without any trace of a smile left on her lips as she came even closer to her, practically pinning herself behind her. Olivia wanted to move, way too aware of their proximity and the way her body was tensing at the feel of her, knowing that she could feel and see each of her reactions.
And yet she didn't move, hardly blinking at all.
"Look at me," Liv said quietly in her ear, tightening her grip on her shoulders, and Olivia could only obey. "And look at you. You think I'm sexier, but you don't even know why. It's obviously not the clothes. Is it because I'm happier, less lonely? Truth is, I woke up crying two hours ago, and emptied the mini-bar that was in my room. You, on the other hand, have obviously not gotten any sleep in ages, and you're an emotional wreck for whatever reason that you don't have to share, that's not the point."
Olivia felt her breath on her cheek with every word she said, which made her own breathing quite difficult. Hearing what she was saying was becoming harder, too, over the pounding of her heart.
But she heard every word.
"The point is…" And she actually moved one of her hands then, letting go of her shoulder to thread her fingers into her blonde hair, slowly brushing it away to expose her tense and pulsing neck, and her eyes were still firmly locked with hers when she whispered in her ear "…I don't care if you're a mess. I still think you're incredibly sexy."
Olivia let out a breath she didn't even know she had been holding until it came wobbling out of her lungs, and she was powerless against the shudder that shook her body. The hand that had moved her hair was now lightly making its way down her back, barely grazing her shirt, but it was already too much for Olivia, who felt overwhelmed with a frightening amount of conflicting emotions.
She had always heard people talk about how there only was a fine line between hate and love, but she was now experiencing the smooth and disturbing shift between irritation and lust, and she couldn't be less prepared for any of this.
Her head was screaming at her, screaming that she had to move away from Liv, possibly get out and far from the room before things got any weirder –because she had no doubt they could. But her head held very little power over the heated feeling under her skin, something she hadn't felt in so long she hardly remembered it existed. It was as if a fire had suddenly been ignited within herself, fueled by emboldening words and blazing green eyes that were bearing into hers.
And yet, it was these exact same eyes that made this so preposterous.
She swallowed hard, still afraid to make a single move, even if it was just to look away, but this was simply too much. She shook her head weakly, her breathing a bit shallow now. "This is so wrong," she managed to articulate, and she didn't miss the fact that her voice was hoarse, another obvious sign of how ridiculously affected she was.
When Liv's moving hand finally came to rest on her waist, rather possessively, she drew a sharp breath in, and a small smirk was back on Liv's lips. "You think too much, Olivia," she told her. "One of the many aspects that make us so different…" Her second hands was moving too, now, and Olivia was convinced that her heart was trying to pound its way out of her chest. "There's nothing wrong in allowing yourself to relax…in closing your eyes and enjoying yourself."
As if it had been a request rather than an observation, her eyes closed, then, almost of their own accord, and she knew she was going insane. There was no other explanation to why she hadn't moved away yet, or didn't really want to move away, actually starting to sink into Liv's touch. Maybe her three years spent working on horrendous cases, forcing her to gain knowledge that kept on reshaping everything she had ever believed in, had finally taken their toll and ripped her of her sanity.
Or maybe she was simply lonely.
She was so miserably lonely, tired of feeling empty and abandoned, even if she knew that what she was constantly missing so viscerally went beyond simple lust. For now, though, lust was quite enough, the ache being hushed by the feelings growing beneath her skin, as fingers moved over her shirt and a warm breath burned the skin of her neck.
"There's nothing wrong in letting someone take care of you…"
She kept on whispering those tantalizing words in her ear, and it was as if she had become the embodiment of that little voice in a corner of her head, a voice she so rarely listened to nowadays, because it always promised her delights and resulted in heartaches. That little voice had taken physical form, now, her body firmly pinned against hers as one of her hands traced upward patterns on her shirt, making its way up to her breast.
"Nothing wrong in feeling desired…"
Words held power. Olivia had always known that to be true. But she had rarely had the occasion to experience just what kind of power they could have in such situations.
Her fever increased, expended, spread, and got exponentially worse when Liv's fingers reached her breast, and she kept on drawing slow patterns on the fabric covering her flesh, until she cupped it fully and gave it an appreciative squeeze, pressing her thumb upon her hardened nipple. Warmth shot downward, causing her to swallow back a rising moan.
Her senses did not get a single second of rest, as Liv's other hand was now slipping beneath her shirt, and her palm felt incredibly cool upon the blazing skin of her stomach, under which lay the center of her newest pulsing aches. When she felt her fingers starting to slip under the hem of her pants, though, Olivia's hand suddenly moved at last, coming up to rest on hers, stopping her movement, and she reopened her eyes.
The reflection the mirror was sending back to her was enough to frazzle her even more. There was something both disturbing and entrancing in this double image; she clearly was not the only one affected by this, the blush on their skins the same shade of pink, and Liv held her gaze with dizzying intensity.
But Olivia's doubts and fears were never far. Even though her body was still humming against its duplicate, she felt all of her insecurities creeping back already, incredibly fast. Above all, she felt dreadfully vulnerable at that instant, as if she had lost all control, something she never liked in the first place, even less when it came to this particular woman. She felt like she had let too many of her defenses down, and that it was what she had been planning on the whole time.
"What do you want from me?" Olivia whispered, chest heaving, still all too aware of where both her Alternate's hands were resting, their reflection making it that much more obvious, and her frightening confusion only worsened.
Liv shook her head slightly, still breathing against her neck. "I don't want anything from you. Though I won't lie, I would like to see what a real smile looks like on you, sometimes."
But Olivia couldn't have been farther away from smiling, and it was clearly written all over her face.
She was so lost, her body nothing but a traitor at that instant, completely fogging her mind with sensations she had been doing fine without for a very long time…and now, she was only craving for more.
But the voice of Reason, the one that had been silenced by this other, entrancing voice, was now fighting back, insisting that this was all a lie, a trap, an ambush. Her heart was still pounding furiously, and it was so hard to breathe.
As if snapping out of a very strange trance, she hastily freed herself from Liv's embrace, staggering slightly as she put some distance between them. She was completely unable to stay still, though, her blood full of endorphin, her head reeling.
She went back to pacing more distressfully than ever, a trembling hand already up in her hair. Actually, her whole body was shaking faintly as she stared at her Alternate, who simply seemed a bit puzzled by the sudden return of her obvious suspicion.
"What are you trying to do, exactly?" Olivia asked impatiently, all of her anger suddenly boiling again just under the surface –among other things. She was very well aware of the fact that her irritation was doing nothing to help her calm down, quite the contrary actually, but there really wasn't anything she could do about it.
She was nothing but a ball of nerves.
"I'm not trying anything," Liv repeated, and it was becoming clear that she was tired of her accusations, her own exasperation starting to show, in the way her hands were back on her hips in a defensive posture for example.
Olivia paced and paced, fuming. "Is this some kind of sick mind game?"
"God, you're paranoid!" Liv exclaimed with a swoop of her hand, definitely affected by her anger. She actually started mimicking Olivia's movements, then, so that they were literally circling each other, their glares matching in their intensity. "Why would I even do that kind of things?"
"You said it yourself," Olivia retorted. "You like to piss me off!"
"I also said it was basically because I liked pulling the stick out of your ass!" She was almost shouting now, her inebriation obviously making her more prone to explosive anger. "In case you haven't noticed, I was being pretty successful until you decided to freak out on me again, when there really is no secret plan to ruin your life behind this!"
"So why do I always feel like you're trying to mess with me?" Olivia snapped, stopping abruptly, her whole body about to burst.
"Because you're incapable of any kind of trust, especially in yourself, and I'm talking about you." Liv exclaimed with a scowl. "I've told you I wasn't here to mess with you, I'm gaining absolutely nothing out of this."
"Why won't you just leave me alone?" Olivia asked as firmly as she could, livid and infuriated. "Why do you even feel the need to 'pull the stick out of my ass', exactly? I'm doing fine on my own!"
Liv actually scoffed at that, which was not very smart. "Oh yeah? So you don't resent me at all for the things you don't have?"
"Your life is no better than mine," Olivia said in a very low voice. She was so furious that her words were quivering.
"No, it's not," she unexpectedly agreed. "That's what I'm trying to show you. The only reason why you feel like I'm better than you is because you let me be better than you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" She sneered at her.
"It means what it means," Liv retorted with a dark chuckle. "You don't have to be the 'weak one', or the burdened one. If you want the power, take the power, for Christ's sake!"
If there was one thing Olivia never turned away from, it was from a dare. And this one challenge was standing right there in front of her, just as infuriated and worked up as she was, eyes and face ablaze, daring her to do something, anything, to prove her that she could be the one in control, too.
The one with the power.
She was so crazed that for a fleeting second, she was almost tempted to do something very stupid and impulsive, something that would satisfy the intense yearning in her guts. But she had the power over that, too.
"Alright," Olivia said then with a sharp nod, before walking to the door without giving it another thought. She opened it wide, and turned to face Liv again, who looked very disgruntled. "Get out."
"Fine," she said with a shrug, as if she didn't care, despite the dark stare she gave her on her way to the door.
"Fine," Olivia repeated just as darkly, and as soon as she had passed the threshold, she closed the door loudly behind her, something she should have done over thirty minutes ago.
For a glorious few moments, her angry gesture and assertive decision actually made her feel quite accomplished as she resumed her frenzied pacing. This was good, she had shown her she wouldn't be messed with any longer, or never again for that matter, and god she was so annoying, and rude, and infuriating, this was definitely for the best.
Unfortunately, this feeling was short-lived, and died out way faster than all of these other feelings that still refused to leave her be. She honestly couldn't remember a time when she had felt so restless, in every possible way. She was uncomfortably aware of every inch of her body, it seemed; the simple feel of her clothes on her skin was a friction she could hardly bear.
Her pace quickly slowed down, as the silence now surrounding her became thicker and thicker, forcing her to realize just how alone she was again, with nothing to occupy her mind but her need to overanalyze everything that had just happened. It was that, or letting these feelings of seclusion and hollowness take hold of her again.
She kept throwing glances at the door as she walked, but she fought that other urge too, the urge to check if she had gone.
She gave in depressingly fast, telling herself she wouldn't be able to calm down until she had made sure she had left the hallway for good as she walked back to the door, pressing her eye to the peephole once more.
Unsurprisingly, Liv hadn't gone anywhere.
She was actually pacing herself, though it couldn't be more different from Olivia's furious strut. True to her usual demeanor, it was more of a swaggy kind of walk, though it might simply be caused by her lack of balance, thanks to the alcohol.
Olivia's first thought was that she was only staying there to piss her off a little more. But the rest of her demeanor went against that theory. She was twisting her fingers as she walked, apparently biting down on her lip again, something she seemed to be doing as unconsciously and frequently as Olivia's habit to run her fingers through her hair whenever she felt particularly upset. And Liv did look upset, truth be told.
Olivia wanted to rejoice at the thought, take pleasure in the fact that she was not the only one feeling like crap right now, but that feeling fell flat. Sometimes she really wished she was less empathetic, especially to people who did not exactly deserve her compassion, in any way. But to make matters worse, she couldn't help but remember Liv's face when she had told her about what had led her here in the first place, about the baby's cries, something that made absolutely no sense at all, but the absence Olivia continually felt, now more than ever, didn't make any sense either; the fact was that whatever Liv was experiencing, it was strong enough to cause her to wake up in tears and make her turn to alcohol to try and make it stop.
Maybe she wasn't staying in her hallway to annoy her. Maybe she was still here because she didn't want to go back to her room, still rather drunk, with nothing to do but resume her drinking.
Maybe she simply had nowhere else to go.
Olivia closed her eyes and lowered her head, resting her forehead against the door, which felt incredibly cool compared to the still burning skin of her face, as she made another decision that was undoubtedly a mistake.
"Shit…" she muttered to herself disapprovingly, before grabbing the doorknob and opening the door one more time.
Liv's surprised look when she heard the door opening was another proof that she hadn't been staying there hoping to get another reaction out of her, and when their gazes met, Olivia saw nothing but honest confusion in her eyes.
Olivia didn't say a word, simply nodded her head towards the inside of her room, letting her know that she could come back in, before moving aside to let her in. Once she was inside, Olivia closed the door, and it was her turn to lean against it, hand still on the doorknob behind her –not because she intended to open it again, more for the physical relief of holding something in her hands.
Mirroring their previous positions, Liv was now standing a few feet away, hands clasped together in front of her. She was simply looking at her, without any coy smile or look, as if she was still letting her take full charge of what was going to be said next. Her gaze still remained too intense, even if she didn't seem to be doing it on purpose anymore.
Letting her back in was a terrible idea, Olivia was all too aware of that. At least when there had been a door and a wall separating them, she had been able to try and get her emotions under control. Now, it seemed so pointless it was almost laughable. She could almost see the tension that was crackling in the empty space between them. Unexpectedly, she thought of Walter and of his talks about the pulls that existed between their two universes.
She wondered what he would have to say about the kind of pull she felt right now.
Not that she would ever, ever mention any of this to him of course, or anybody else for that matter. She had a hard time admitting it to herself already –any of her selves, as weird as it may sound.
She knew she was blushing quite furiously again, a reaction she seriously had no power over; all she could do was hold on to her doorknob and keep as much composure as she could manage as she stared back at Liv. And she decided there was no point in denying the giant elephant in the room, or more precisely, the fact that she was feeling things towards her Alternate she should definitely not be feeling. The only thing she could do was try and make sense of it, as much as she could.
"Why aren't you bothered by this?" She eventually asked in a hushed voice, her heart already pounding even faster at the simple act of talking openly about this.
Liv still looked amazingly calm as she shrugged slightly, cocking her head. "Why should I be bothered?"
Olivia's face scrunched in incredulity. "Do you want me to list the reasons in alphabetical order?" She asked, not sounding entirely annoyed. Mostly, she sounded very confused.
Liv actually started to move towards her, then, slowly, only one step at a time. "I'm not saying this is right," she admitted with another tilt of her head. "But I don't think it's wrong either."
With each small step she took, reducing the distance between them, Olivia shoulders pressed harder into the wood of the door, and she didn't know if she was hoping for it to become unsubstantial so that she could slip through it, or if she hoped she would gain some of its unmovable characteristics –the inability to feel anything for example.
"How can't you think of this as wrong?" She asked, her voice even quieter than before, completely unable to look away from her gaze as she took yet another step.
"I've never been one to care much about what others see as morally wrong," Liv said, with an apologetic shrug, and Olivia knew what she was referring to.
She actually tried to focus back on the feeling of intense resentment she usually always felt when she thought about how her life had been stolen by this woman. She failed quite dramatically, her haze too thick now as Liv stopped very close to her.
"I'm not asking you to trust me; I understand why you can't," Liv said. "Though I mean it when I say I'm not playing any game with you, or won't. What I did to you in the past was fucked up, but I also know part of you can understand why I did it anyway."
Olivia might have replied something to this –what, she wasn't sure, but Liv leaned forward then, resting one of her arms on the door, near her head. Even though it was surely a move meant to help her keep her balance, it also efficiently erased most of the space that had been left between them.
Olivia was now tightly enclosed between the door, her fist still wrapped around the doorknob that was now digging into her lower back, and the body radiating heat inches away from hers. Breathing had become extremely hard, with her face so close to hers.
"Why are you doing this?" Olivia asked again, barely hearing her own whispered words over the sound of her heart, thumping so loudly against her ears.
Liv shook her head, almost imperceptibly, but she was so close that she could see every change of expression, every detail. "I don't really know." She shook her head again. "Or maybe I do. I just…we both know we're often more different than we are similar, for a lot of reasons. And some of those reasons are the people we have in our lives. You have friends, I know you do. But at the end of the day, you're too proud to let them in. I know, because I'm like that, too. But I also have my mom. I have Frank. And I can't stop wondering…who cares for you?"
If there was one feeling Olivia had not expected to feel right now, it was the intense ache at the base of her throat, her words hitting spots that were too raw, and above all too true.
At the end of the day, she had no one.
She knew everything she was feeling was displayed on her face, in her eyes. She could tell that Liv hadn't meant any of this in mockery, quite the contrary, and that was exactly why it felt like a new bruise on her pride.
Olivia swallowed hard, and it was her turn to shake her head slightly. "I don't need your pity," she murmured.
Liv moved then, pushing herself forwards slightly, just enough to erase the last inch that had been separating them, and as a violent shudder traveled through her entire body at the feel of her, Liv's eyes moved, too, downward to her mouth, before bringing her gaze back up. "Oh believe me, this is really not pity."
As she closed her eyes, it occurred to Olivia that some things went beyond the matter of who was who, what it meant, or what the consequences might be.
Some things were simply about instinct and desire. It was not about what was wrong, but what felt right.
And as lips brushed hers with a softness she had truly not expected, she breathed in deeply, inhaling a scent that was both so familiar and foreign, instinct taking over indeed. Because a kiss was kiss, no matter who was giving it or who was receiving it, and it wasn't long before Olivia lost herself to the sensation, everything that had been building up tonight -and for months before that, washing over her with breathtaking force, and she let her body take complete control.
She was welcoming the spreading warmth, for the warmth made the cold recede, that atrocious cold that made the world so bleak.
Even though her mind seemed to be rapidly disconnecting from said world –which one, she wasn't really sure anymore, she was still incredibly aware of their every move, because every move they made only increased their closeness. She felt Liv's fingers on her face, felt them curl into her hair, and above all, she felt the pressure of her body, so real against hers; it was something else she had forgotten, just how good it felt to be held in any way, to feel connected.
To feel less alone in the world.
Her own hands had long let go of the doorknob, and she was now clinging to her shirt, twisting the fabric in a desperate grip to bring her even closer as they kissed deeper, ignoring the way the knob was now digging into her back, or how it scratched her skin with her every move as her body curved into hers, lost in a dance with increasing tempo.
She was so immersed into the sensation of slowly drifting away into a misty heat that she did not immediately realize that the kiss had stopped. When she reopened her eyes, her gaze was met by a pair of green irises that seemed just as foggy as she felt, their chests heaving almost in unison against one another.
Liv must have been enjoying the sight of her, because she actually smirked a little then, biting down on her lip, a gesture that was suddenly taking a whole new dimension in Olivia's mind, entangling itself with everything else already boiling within her flesh.
And she felt ludicrously okay about this, at that instant, well aware of the fact that a time would come when she would not be. That time would not come now, however, not with her head and blood swirling with endorphins, the way Liv's were with alcohol. Trying to think rationally now was almost ridiculous.
Olivia felt her shift her weight a little to the side, the pressure upon her lessening slightly as Liv still maintained herself up using her arm, pinned to the door near Olivia's head. Without a single word, she lowered her head to hers again, and though she did not go for her lips, Olivia closed her eyes again. Her nose grazed her cheek, her breath warm and soft on her neck, and she heard and felt her inhale her scent; the hand that had been up in her hair started trailing down her body, creating shivers wherever her fingers brushed her skin, even through the fabric of her clothes.
When she started kissing her jaw, slowly moving her lips purposefully towards a particularly sensitive spot on its underside, Olivia's breath hitched, instinctively tilting her head back as she welcomed the sensation. Liv's hand had now made its way under her shirt, and was traveling leisurely over her skin, regularly toying with the hem of pants, but never going lower than her waist.
When the feel of her lips on that sensitive area was suddenly replaced by the very wet feel of her tongue, Olivia let out a sigh that was close to a moan, one of her own hands finally reaching up to grab Liv's nape, digging her fingers through hair and skin, another clear sign of how much she was affecting her.
Liv moved her lips near her ear, then, and Olivia could almost hear the smile in her voice when she whispered: "Let's help you relax…"
A blurry second later, her lips were upon hers again, kissing her with such eagerness that it was nearly enough to completely shut down Olivia's brain. Even though she had been excepting it, and quite honestly awaiting it, Olivia was not prepared for the feel of her hand finally slipping into her pants and down, not prepared for the intensity of the rush that surged through her when Liv swiftly found what needed to be found.
The kiss broke as Olivia lost all control over her body; hips rolling into her touch, she moaned against her lips, her head filling with light, even though her eyes were so tightly shut. It was the kind of light that could only come from within, and one thing for sure, Liv knew how to brighten her mind.
This was sinful, but she couldn't care less anymore, slave to jolts of pleasures shooting through her every nerve, and it was her turn to bite down onto Liv's lip as she tried to muffle another moan.
Needy as she was, and being handled by such an expert hand, Olivia had no doubt that it wouldn't be long at all before she spectacularly crashed and burned, a blissful deliverance she was more than craving for, and Liv must have been very well aware of it, too.
Which was undoubtedly why she suddenly stopped, her hand coming back out as swiftly as it had come in.
Needless to say, Olivia did not approve, and offered her a disgruntled, glassy glare as soon as she reopened her eyes, as she tried to catch her breath. It caused Liv to actually chuckle.
"Oh my god, you're pouting," she laughed lightheartedly, instantly reminding a now very annoyed Olivia of the fact that she was still pretty drunk. She felt quite intoxicated herself, though not for the same reasons, and was decided on getting what she needed without letting her tendency to over-think get in the way again.
"Shut up," she breathed out, then -though it was possible that she might be pouting a little, pushing Liv away so that they would finally move from the door, causing her to stumble backward, Olivia quickly grabbing her waist to steady her.
She then swiftly grabbed her face as they swayed towards the bed, kissing her so that she wouldn't have to slap that smirk off her face, kissing her with all the force of her renewed irritation, erasing the last of her grin.
Her annoyance couldn't have been more different from what she had been feeling only earlier that night, though, the heated flow of emotions only melding with everything that was already burning within her, and she had no doubt that she was would soon implode.
In that game they were definitely playing –and Olivia wasn't entirely sure of when exactly she had entered it, Liv was a skilled opponent, and it was clear by the way she was meeting Olivia's craze with feverish ardor that she was going to fight for the upper hand.
She was actually already upping the ante, both her hands leaving the curve of Olivia's back to push her pants down, so that by the time they reached the bed, Olivia had managed to throw it aside with an annoyed kick, somewhat wondering how they hadn't tripped and fallen yet. Balance and possible concussions were a few less things to worry about when they finally fell onto the mattress, in a flurry of hair and entangled limbs.
Their initial rolling motion over the entire length of the bed led Olivia to be on top, a position she definitely approved of when it came to this particular situation, but it quickly became obvious that Liv had more experience when it came to wrestling between the sheets, and she knew how to get her way. No matter how hard Olivia encircled her between her thighs, or pinned her down with her entire body, she somehow ended up on her back, pinned to the mattress, quite unable to explain how and when she had lost her shirt, exactly.
For a timeless moment, Olivia truly stopped thinking about how she should not let herself be defeated so fast, even if it was in such a playful and sensual manner, as Liv was all too eager to take full advantage of her now entirely exposed body. She moved over her with an ease and confidence that was as decadent as it was entrancing, obviously knowing where exactly she needed to focus her attention.
All Olivia could do was yield to her smoldering touch, may it be her lips and teeth and tongue on her breasts and all around, or these hands that were so incredibly good at teasing her in the most torturous ways, her own fingers now lost into that cascade of hair that shined as brightly as the fire restlessly sizzling every inch of her body. She was so powerless, sinking deeper and deeper, her entire body quivering in delectation, and all she could do was ripple and sigh under her caresses.
Liv also knew when to stop, long enough to allow the pressure to decrease slightly, but just as equally brief so that Olivia would not feel the renewed urge to slap her. Not that she could have, even if she had wanted to; she seemed unable to focus on anything but her own rush of sensations, not that Liv seemed to mind, all to happy to be the one taking care of her, at last.
And it seemed like every time Olivia opened her eyes during these short pauses, Liv had somehow succeeded in getting rid of one more piece of her own clothing. Olivia almost wanted to ask just how she could manage such prowess in her state, but that was another pointless thought that simply dissolved away when Liv slithered over her again, her body now as bare upon hers. The feeling alone of flushed skins meeting and brushing and rubbing, of plump flesh and enticing warmth moving upon her, was almost enough to cause Olivia to shatter, intoxicated by this closeness she hadn't felt in years, overwhelmed by the sheer sensuality of it all.
No matter how good it felt, something in her still could not accept the fact that she was going to let Liv take complete control. She was so utterly high, having rarely felt so close to literally drifting away, as it had to be inevitable now, her every cells about to break apart...and yet, her innate desire to dominate would not go away.
As Liv came back to her level, having decided to undertake another exploration of her neck and collarbone with her lips and tongue, Olivia forced herself to concentrate long enough to move her legs over hers strategically and purposefully, and with a powerful push, she finally succeeded in rolling them over. Her victory was short-lived, though; Liv used the last of their movement to bring herself up in a sitting position, causing Olivia to lose balance. Liv's reflexes were still astonishingly fast, holding onto her so that she would not tilt over.
Trying to bring the other back down again was pointless, and yet they tried, in a heated battle of lips and hands and tongues; the only thing this inane wrestling succeeded in doing was in notably increasing the thirst for each other's body. The friction was nothing short of dizzying, and when Olivia made herself stop moving long enough to fill her lungs with some air, she was now kneeling and straddling one of her thighs, their bodies closely intertwined, finally at an equal level.
There was absolutely no point in trying to focus on anything but her, the rest of the room a total blur; nothing existed but her bright green eyes and vibrant hair, and she needed to remain lost in the warmth of their cocoon, as much as she needed to find release, a yearning that was now throbbing in every inch of her being, it seemed.
Nonetheless, she may not have had any physical encounter in a few years -or never with a woman for that matter, she was quite certain that these kind of activities were supposed to be reciprocal; no matter the situation she was in, Olivia was still too selfless not to realize that at the moment, she was indeed being very self-centered.
She leaned her forehead against Liv's, panting for air, as if oxygen could help her brain refocus long enough for her to utter a few words, or manage a few moves that were not purely instinctive. As Olivia brought both her hands to her face, once again almost bewildered by the softness of her skin as well as by the gentleness in her eyes, she shook her head, apologetically. "I'm sorry…" she managed to say in a breathless whisperer. "I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing..."
Unsurprisingly, Liv simply smiled at that, her fingers moving slowly over her back, never ceasing the massaging of her skin. "Don't worry about me," she said quietly, then, shifting slightly so that she could bring one of her hands between them. "You need this more than I do." And as she whispered those words against her lips, she paid full attention to the part of her that was aching the most.
"Oh God…" she breathed out, almost in relief, her hands instinctively moving further into Liv's blazing hair as her body shot up, until she was completely encircling her head in her arms, once again overcome with an endless rush of sensations.
And as her body slowly started to rock against hers, her own head thrown back, Liv began scattering kisses alongside her jaw, down to her neck, and then farther below, in a never-ending pattern of gentle yet ardent caresses that truly made her feel quite beautiful.
Soon, Liv was joining the dance, and their skins glistened in the same light as their sighs and moans blended in harmony, swaying and undulating in perfect symbiosis, as it had to be.
And Olivia thought no more.
FIN
A/N: I'm classifying this as complete, but you never know what my corrupted mind can come up with ;p We'll see what the future holds!
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Edit: This is obviously nor complete anymore xD