Emma yawned and sat up. It occurred to her that it was Saturday. Cartoons! She bounced out of bed and wandered into the hallway. Still rubbing her eyes a little, she noticed that both the doors of Natalia and her mom were open. That was unusual. It occurred to her that they might be making breakfast downstairs. "Yaaay" she said quietly and walked to the top of the stairs, but as walked she noticed it was still very quiet in the house. She knew if her mommies were awake they would be laughing and making a lot of noise in the kitchen. Suddenly, she heard something that sounded like a snore. She paused on the stairs for a moment and bent to see downstairs better.

Below she saw the women in question lying together on the couch. Natalia was snuggled tightly between the back of the couch and Olivia. She was snoring softly. Olivia, however, was not asleep. She was holding Natalia securely in her arms, watching her face as she slept with a tiny happy smile playing over her features.

Emma watched her mom as she ran her fingers through Natalia's hair and placed a feather-light kiss on the top of Natalia's head. A smile broke onto the little girl's face and she all but fell down the stairs in excitement.

Emma didn't say anything for fear of waking Natalia up, but her unbalanced footsteps were enough to make Olivia look up sharply. She held one finger to her lips as her daughter rounded the side of the couch, then said quietly, "Morning, bean." At the whispered words she felt the still-sleeping Natalia shift a little in her arms and snuggle closer. "You're up early," she said. She momentarily considered freaking out that her daughter was seeing them on the couch like this, but Emma seemed fine and she couldn't seem to think of this moment as anything but normal.

"Why are you guys on the couch?" Emma whispered.

"Fell asleep watching a movie."

"Aww! You watched a movie without me?" Emma said, her voice getting louder.

"Shhh, baby," Olivia said quietly and glanced down at Natalia. "Why don't you go watch some cartoons in your room? I'll see if sleepyhead here wants to help us make some breakfast."

Emma smiled widely and said, "Okay!" with a burst of loud excitement. She took off running up the stairs.

Natalia's head popped up. "Huh? Okay? Wha?"

Olivia let out a tiny laugh and wrapped her arms around Natalia in a hug. "It's okay," she said softly and kissed Natalia's forehead.

Natalia sunk back against Olivia's body. She snuggled close, nuzzling her face against Olivia's chest, still drifting and floating in a place somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. "Mm," Natalia said in reply.

Olivia smiled and took a moment to place small kisses into Natalia's hair. She watched Natalia's face and waited. Suddenly Natalia's head popped up again. There it is.

"Oh my gosh!" She started to lift her body, but Olivia held her tight. "We fell asleep on the couch."

"We did?"

"Yes! The last I remember was…" She glanced up at Olivia who was smirking. She frowned and let go of the tension that had suddenly invaded her body. "You've been awake for awhile, haven't you?"

"Yep," she replied and began running her fingernails lazily down Natalia's back. Natalia sighed and felt powerless to do anything but snuggle back into Olivia's body.

"What about Emma?"

"I told her to go watch TV while we wake up. We'll have to drag her back down for breakfast."

Natalia started to sit up but again felt the pressure of Olivia's strong arms around her. "She saw us like this?"

"It's not like we're naked. In fact, we're very not naked."

Natalia resisted the pictures that fluttered through her brain. Olivia's voice was dangerously close to that low, sexy voice that made her brain unable to function. "Well, no," she went on, trying to not think of not naked and that voice, "but I think we should talk to her about us."

"Anything you want, my angel," Olivia said... in that voice.

Natalia felt her entire body melt and could do nothing little more than replay the words "my angel" in her head. They laid for a long moment in silence. Natalia closed her eyes and listened to the sound of Olivia's strong heart beat beneath her ear. She allowed herself a moment to get lost in sensation and draped her body more securely and fully over Olivia. Breathing deeply, she inhaled the sweet smell unique to the woman beneath her. A small, contented sigh escaped her lips when she felt Olivia move her hand slowly into her hair, and begin running fingernails gently across her scalp.

"This is absolute heaven," Natalia said after a several minutes of enjoying the feel of the woman she loved beneath her, "but we should get up."

"Five more minutes," Olivia muttered.

"Emma will be back down soon, I'm sure." She lifted her head from Olivia's chest to look into her eyes.

"Five," Olivia said quietly and leaned in to kiss her angel.

Natalia silently agreed to five more minutes by deepening the kiss. She took a moment to thank the creaky wooden farmhouse floor because she knew it would alert her of a potential Emma approach. Somewhere inside her head, a rational voice told her she shouldn't be indulging in Olivia like this when there were so many lose ends still untied. She knew taking things slow was best for everyone, but the constant fire that flared in her for this woman was becoming too much to handle. She needed a small outlet, even if it was only five minutes.

Natalia lifted her body and slid one leg over Olivia until she was straddling her hips. Looking down into smoky green eyes, she silently gave herself permission to enjoy the next five minutes. She gently lowered her body and dipped her head down until her lips met the soft skin of Olivia's neck. She began trailing a line of kisses upward toward the strong line of the other woman's jaw. As she went, she allowed her tongue and lips to linger over small areas. Each area received exclusive attention until she heard Olivia release a quiet moan, then she would move on to evoke a new sound from a new area.

Olivia could feel her inner control unraveling as Natalia moved against her, nibbling and licking at her skin. Needing more, stronger contact with the woman above her, she reached her hands behind Natalia, pressed her hands very low against her back and hips, and pushed her down as she thrust her own hips upward. She felt Natalia's lips tear away from her neck and heard her release a moan that was quieted only by a clenched jaw and the grinding of her own teeth together. Within seconds Olivia's mouth was covered by passion-filled kisses that shocked her with their fierceness. She felt Natalia grinding her hips down hard, heard her breathing in jagged gasps between unrestrained, zealous kisses.

"Whoa," Olivia said suddenly, grabbing Natalia's shoulders and holding her back several inches. Natalia stopped kissing her, but continued a slow, forceful movement with her hips. Olivia dropped her hands down and attempted to still the hips. "Natalia," she said, trying to catch her breath. Above her Natalia breathed hard and wore a look that reminded Olivia of a hungry, wild animal. Whoa. Olivia blinked and closed her eyes, marveling at… and questioning the sanity of her own willpower. "As much as I enjoy this, thoroughly enjoyed this, I think…"

"Oh god," Natalia said, sitting up, the wild look disappearing with a blink. She covered her mouth. "I didn't mean to do that! I mean, I just got so..."

"Hey, no, no," Olivia sat up and held the other woman in her lap. "Don't you dare apologize for that. That was so very amazing." Natalia glanced down and her cheeks reddened. Olivia quirked an eyebrow and wondered how she was able to stuff her inner tiger back in so fast. She shook her head and decided not to think about it right now. "What I'm trying to say is, I want this as much as you do. I certainly wasn't innocent there…"

"But we need to take it slower. I know. I don't…"

Olivia placed two fingers over Natalia's mouth. Natalia closed her eyes and was powerless not to kiss them. "Shh, let's go make breakfast, hmm?"

"Breakfast," Natalia nodded and slipped off Olivia's lap.

As they moved through the door of the kitchen, Olivia dropped her hand and grabbed Natalia's bottom. "Tiger," she said close to her ear and laughed a bit wickedly before moving away from a blushing Natalia.

"I can't believe this weather!" Buzz said as he walked through the doors of Company. "Did you see that out there, Frank? There's three inches of ice on everything! How'd you even get here? That little car of yours made it?"

Frank watched his father as he stomped around, shaking the ice off his boots. "You didn't have to come in today, Pop. I doubt anyone will show up. No one with half a brain will be out in this."

Buzz waved his hand. "No, no, that makes it a perfect day to catch up on some things that need taking care of here."

"Okay, anything you need help with?"

Buzz looked over at Frank, noticing a certain lack of emotion in his voice. "You okay, son?"

"Sure, Pop. Just lookin' to help out."

"How's things with you and Natalia? I know you were supposed to meet with her last night."

"She's not going to marry me," Frank said flatly.

"Aw, don't be like that, Frank. I sure she's just gotta…"

"No, she made herself clear."

"Are you sure, Frank? If it's Gus she might need a lot more time, you know. We could all help…"

"No!" Frank said abruptly, spitting out his words. "She came in here last night and told me she was in love with someone else. Can you believe that? All this time we're together and I never see her with anyone. Now suddenly she's in love with someone else?"

Buzz tilted his head and looked at his son with concern. He'd never seen that look in his eye before. "Oh Frank, I'm so…"

"No. Don't 'oh Frank' me. Not this time. This isn't just some situation you can make disappear with a few fatherly words of advice. She's gone. She never loved me. She lied to me."

"Frank. Come on." Buzz stepped toward him, but he spun around and walked behind the bar. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and began pouring a glass. "Frank, stop that. It's not your style to drink away your troubles."

"It's not my style to do a lot of things."

"What's that even mean, Frank?" Buzz sat down at the bar and looked at his son worriedly. "Look, I know this has to be hard for you, and your heart feels like it'll never mend. But I've been where you are now, and I can tell you that it will mend."

Frank stared into his glass, watching the ice cubes move together as the warm liquid melted them.

Buzz went on, "Natalia… she's a complicated woman, you know that, don't you?" He tilted his head, trying to capture eye contact with Frank. Frank continued looking down and flexed his fingers. "Listen, Frank, I understand this must be especially difficult for you considering all the things that have happened with Olivia in the past…"

Frank's head snapped up, "Olivia? What does she have to do with this?"

Buzz blinked. All this time he'd assumed Frank's anger was based on who Natalia had left him for. He knew that business about Gus couldn't have been the real reason. The way Olivia talked about Natalia and the way they were together – he hoped against hope that he'd been seeing things, but it had been clear to him for a long time. He'd just assumed Natalia told his son or that he had at least figured it out, but now… Oh, Frank. He backtracked, not wanting to upset his son any further. "Nothing. I don't know, Frank. It's just that they're very close. I know you asked Olivia if everything was alright and she told you it was."

"Yeah, apparently she's been doing a lot of lying lately. Natalia told me that whole damn story about Gus was a lie. They both lied to me." Frank took a drink. "Wonder what else they lied about," he muttered under his breath.

Buzz sat quietly, a sinking feeling falling deep into the pit of his stomach. "I'm sure nothing, Frank," he said after a long moment.

"Can you believe Olivia's already back at the farmhouse? Like she was just dying to take my place or something. Natalia gave me some weird story about Philip Spaulding wanting her to move back in. That doesn't even make sense."

He swirled the ice in his glass and watched the whiskey as repeated waves got close to spilling out.

Buzz watched him.

"It's like Olivia and her have some kind of…" Frank froze. His head snapped up and he stared into Buzz's eyes. His eyes were wide and his face went white.

"Frank," Buzz said slowly, feeling helpless in the face of what his son must have surely just realized. "I think you need to talk to Natalia maybe… to talk about exactly what's going on. I mean, we can't help who we fall in love with. You know that, Frank. You can't force love where it…"

"Enough!" Frank yelled loudly and slammed a fist onto the bar. "She's in love with Olivia? And you knew? You knew this… this disgusting truth… and you didn't tell me? You let me be afool in front of our entire family?"

"Frank, I just… I talked with Olivia and I suspected…"

"You suspected? You suspected that Olivia Spencer was fucking my fiancée and didn't tell me?"

Buzz flinched at the uncharacteristic behavior of this son and felt a desperate need to smooth things over before something went terribly wrong. "Frank, listen to me, please. I know it hurts, but…"

"I have to go," Frank growled and headed toward the door.

"No, Frank! You're upset and it's dangerous out there. You can't…" Buzz tried to reach for his arm but he jerked it back and pushed his father away.

"Then I'll take your truck," he said flatly and grabbed Buzz's keys off the bar.

"Wait, please, Frank! Son!" Buzz called after him, but knew it was no use as he helplessly watched Frank run on the ice toward his truck.

"Can you believe this?" Natalia said while looking out the kitchen window. "There must be three inches of ice out there."

Olivia dried the last dish and walked over behind her. "And to think, it all happened while you were using me as a pillow." She slipped her arms around Natalia's waist.

Natalia rolled her eyes and put her hands over Olivia's. "I'm glad we don't have anywhere to go today. I'm sure the roads are hell."

"I wanted to take you out on that date tonight," Olivia said so close to Natalia's ear her nose brushed it lightly.

Natalia took a deep breath and stepped out of Olivia's embrace. "I guess that wont be happening tonight," she said and gave Olivia a warning look.

Olivia raised an eyebrow and smiled innocently. "It could. We're having such strange weather lately that I wouldn't be surprised if it was all melted by tonight."

Natalia nodded. "I suppose that could happen."

"Think positively!" Olivia said brightly and went to grab her coat.

"Where are you going?" Natalia asked.

"I just remembered I forgot the Jones and Waters file in the car. I needed to look it over this weekend. No rest for the wicked, after all," she said with a wink.

Once she was out the door, Natalia busied herself with straightening the kitchen. She was humming a song under her breath when suddenly she heard a large crash outside. Her head snapped up in surprise and horror. Olivia was her only thought. "Oh God. No," she said and ran out the door as fast as her body would take her.