Chapter 1
The Queen of Naughty Fics
by Lazydevil69
Author's Note : A friend called me the Queen of Naughty Fics but I don't think I really deserve the title because I think it belongs to Olivia... here's the result of my over-active imagination, please enjoy
Spoilers : None – It is assuming they have declared their love and act on it.
Chapter 1
Olivia sat at her desk in the office of the hotel she owned and smirked quietly to herself. This was going to be so much fun. There was no way that Natalia would find out she was responsible for the latest chapter of the super-hot and horny story that she'd been receiving by email every few days for a week.
So far in the story that she had invented, the couple had reached the stage where they were about to enter the brunette's house having just spent a very pleasant evening together having dinner and a few drinks.
(A scene that was eerily reminiscent of their own lives, where they'd gone out of town; The Beacon and Towers were too obvious for a romantic meal as they weren't out to the whole town yet. They had driven a few miles away and dined at the best restaurant available. It turned out wonderfully as the food was almost as good as the company.)
Olivia's little story was really starting to take shape as she continued to type in the fake email account she'd set up. She wanted to keep Natalia guessing about her identity so she was writing as if she was a stranger to Natalia.
From: The Queen of Naughty Fics
Sent: 23 June 2009 19:39:53
To: natalia@thespringfieldbeacon.com
Hello Natalia,
I saw you and your partner at dinner tonight; if looks could burn then you two were smouldering all night long. I swear you two could heat a small village for ten years just based on the heat between you, but I digress. It was the looks: the seemingly innocent touches that did it for me.
She had glanced across the table with that knowing, almost predatory smirk on her face; she knew you wanted her almost as badly as she wanted you and considering how damp her panties must have been with those looks you were bestowing on her; there was no doubt that she wanted you. Those green eyes of hers were sparkling in anticipation of getting to see you unguarded and naked; kissing you and tasting your succulence; both of your mouth and your body and even I could see that it was making her hotter beyond belief.
She had grinned rather surprisingly shyly when your eyes met and almost blushed when she saw the raw sensuality in your own eyes, such love, such trust, for her of all people. She had done so many things in her life that made it an easy option not to trust her but she was your “Olivia freakin' Spencer” and she knew it tonight based on your interactions and fiery glances.
Olivia's thoughts became distracted from the email as she remembered some of their times together, she contemplated quietly…
“Natalia Rivera, have you finally found true love in the form of your greatest nemesis? You have fought; laughed, cried together, not always about the same things, but still you have managed to sort things out. Misunderstandings resolved, have you finally managed to declare your love and move your relationship forward into a physical one where you love frequently (and inventively?)” She murmured to herself.
Olivia continued her email:
With her back pressed up against the door to her hotel room and you pressed to her front kissing her like there was no tomorrow Olivia couldn't really do anything else but kiss you back too, could she? With your tongue in her mouth desperately trying to taste her essence and a grip on her shoulders like a vice, she couldn't exactly escape you, could she? I really don't think that she wanted to though as she pressed her pelvis into you and pulled you closer to feel the heat of your body through your clothing.
I saw her move her hands under your jacket and slide down your ass to hold your pelvis close to hers, the subtle grind of her hips showing you just how hot you were making her with the aggressive but sensual kisses you were bestowing on her. I could hear the moans both of you were making. It was so hot, the two of you kissing in the corridor of the hotel, outside the door to Olivia's room, which you just knew you were going to enter and then indulge in the hottest love-fest that either of you had encountered yet.
Chapter 2
Natalia stared at her computer screen with the rosiest cheeks she had ever sported with dimples on display. She grinned as she saw the “from” address; it was usually something fun and sexy that made her smile when that email address appeared. She didn't feel guilty, just amused. It wasn't like she was cheating although if she showed Olivia these emails she thought that there would be histrionics and jealous tantrums but she felt them to be harmless flirtations with no effect on their relationship since she never replied to them; if that was wrong, then Natalia would simply add it her to her long repentance list.
She glanced around the office at the Beacon: she had had to drop off paperwork for Olivia to sign the next morning; Olivia was absent, she'd gone to pick Emma up for parent's day (it was that time of year again) and then they were going for burgers at Company. Just the two of them, Natalia had been invited, but she'd had to deal with a convention arriving for some actress, Jess Chapells, the current queen of US daytime soaps and all the drama surrounding divas in strange towns and their even stranger demands.
Reading the email she started to blush as she remembered the exact details of the evening before but who else apart from Olivia knew what had happened? Was this Olivia? 'No, too obvious, she'd never be able to keep a straight face in my company if it was her and I spoke to her just before she went to collect Emma.' Natalia mused. Glancing at the clock she realised it wasn't too late to get home and read the email there in the comfort of her own home, rather than getting caught blushing in the Beacon. She left the office and headed home as quickly as she could.
The emails were usually quite long and descriptive; so she made her way to the kitchen and poured a glass of red wine Olivia (again her thoughts swung to her friend and the sexual tension she was feeling when Olivia was around) had left behind yesterday when she'd visited. Ostensibly, to allow Emma to feed her need to see Natalia and the ducks.
Situating herself comfortably on the sofa, she balanced the glass of wine at the edge of the sofa, wedged between the cushions, and got comfortable. Balancing her laptop on her knees, stretching her legs out onto the coffee table, and read the email she'd been sent with a grin on her face, she knew it wasn't a stranger, the details were far too intimate for that, she really hoped it was Olivia and prayed that it wasn't Doris who was privvy to such private information.
Blushing like someone had just lit the Belisha beacon up her behind she remembered the way Olivia's hands had wandered. How their tongues had met and duelled for supremacy, establishing the parameters of their relationship without even mentioning it. Natalia would always be the slightly submissive one until Olivia pissed her off and she stood up for herself. Years of practise had made her an expert in that particular field.
“But oh my god, those kisses, they were enough to melt even the hardest hearts. The heat from your body as I pressed you against the door to your hotel room and kissed you for all I was worth. Oh my goodness, I think my brain just had an orgasm thinking about it. Oh, I can't even think about kissing you without getting so turned on that I'm going to be sitting in drenched panties all day.” Natalia's thoughts wandered as she remembered the kisses: and exactly what they'd led to, distracting her from the open email in front of her.
Chapter 3
From: The Queen of Naughty Fics
Sent: 27 June 2009 14:29:45
To: natalia@thespringfieldbeacon.com
Hello Natalia,
You know, I was thinking about you, so I thought I'd email and let you know my thoughts. I saw your other half earlier and she is a mighty hot looking woman. Not nearly as beautiful as you but there is something about her that many consider attractive. She doesn't know how lucky she is to have someone like you in her life.
You, with the smouldering dark eyes and the long dark hair cascading around your shoulders are positively radiant. There isn't any other word to describe your beauty that would fit the wonderful person you are.
Her eyes track your every movement did you know that? Every time you move be it towards her or away from her, she has her eyes on you. They roam the length and breadth of your body when you're not looking, drinking in your stunning looks. I can imagine what she's thinking when she does that; she wants the heat in her core to calm but you just fan the flames of her desire.
When her gaze settles on your mouth, you just know that she's thinking of plundering those full lips of yours and kissing you breathless. She's tasting your very essence through your mouth and from your tongue as you tangle together in a succulent kiss. Soft lips pressing together and moving passionately over each other. Lipstick mingling with the flavours of your mouths and teeth gently bumping against one another as the kiss becomes more passionate.
When her gaze moves lower to your chest, you just know that she is thinking of devouring you and lavishing kisses and tiny bites to your nipples to send a wave of molten fire straight to your core. You just know that she will cup your breasts and feel your nipples stiffen under her tender embrace. She will trace them gently with the pads of her thumbs until they are so hard that it actually hurts slightly. Then she will lower her mouth and take the offering you so kindly have for her and envelope it in the warmth of her mouth. She will worship those for an eternity and leave you breathless, needy, and wondering how you will cope with the feelings that are coursing through you.
When her gaze is on your back, you just know that she is imagining running her hands down the length of your spine and cupping your bum. Squeezing your cheeks gently and pulling you closer to her as she turns you into her body. You just know that she will hold you against her with her hands displayed for all to see that you are hers, regardless of whether you are in public or not. She doesn't care what other people think, that's your hang up. She loves you and wants the world to know it. She will knead you into her very own version of putty as she plays you like a concert violinist, torturing you in the most delightful way. Knowing all of the little bits of you from prior experience that make you hot and leave you molten and so aroused that there isn't enough air or time or anything for you to do but surrender to her touch and love her.
Pushing the laptop away from her and stretching full out on her seat, arms raised above her head to stretch out the kink in her neck, Olivia grinned to herself; she'd basically just admitted to using Natalia as eye candy and loving every minute of it. Now, all she had to do was get the courage to send this email to her lover. She was feeling slightly uncertain about sending it because it was more blatant than anything else she'd sent previously and it told Natalia exactly what she was thinking, even if Natalia didn't know the identity of the author.
“Oh, what the Hell,” Olivia hit the send button and laughed, “out of the frying pan and into the fire.”
Chapter 4
Natalia stared at the screen, blushing so brightly she swore she was visible from Mars. She re-read the email she'd just received and was immensely grateful that she was currently alone at home. The heat in her veins and the dampness in her panties was an indicator of just how hot she thought the email was. There was no way she could deny that the person writing these email found her attractive but more than anything she wanted to believe it was Olivia who was writing to her.
Wriggling a little in her seat to try to ease some of her discomfort she sighed and thought about her best friend. What was she doing now? Since Natalia had started working for Blake, she had lost track of Olivia's schedule, but somehow managed to gain an intimate knowledge of Mayor Wolfe's. Just thinking about Olivia was driving her to distraction; that pouty mouth just begged to be kissed but Natalia's courage was a fickle thing when it came to kissing Olivia. Oh, to be sure she wanted to kiss her, but actually following through was where she let herself down as her courage failed her again and again.
The heat and sexual tension enveloping her was making her crazy so Natalia decided to visit The Beacon to see Olivia , (although she wondered how that would ease any of her tension.) Maybe she would tell her about the emails and ask for her advice about what to do, she'd never replied to any of them but she felt uncomfortable now that they were starting to affect her physically. If you are this badly affected by a damned email, what are you going to be like when face to face with your love?
Telling the little voice in her head to be quiet and behave Natalia screwed up her courage, grabbed her bag and keys, and left the farmhouse. The drive into town was remarkably short and uneventful, leaving her to wonder if she'd actually driven it in a trance. All she could think of was that email and what Olivia's reaction was going to be.
Chapter 5
From: The Queen of Naughty Fics
Sent: 27 June 2009 14:29:45
To: natalia@thespringfieldbeacon.com
Hello Natalia,
I heard about your little visit to Olivia at the Beacon, how did that go? Didn't it make you even hotter than you already were before going there? I am surprised that you actually did that; I would have thought that you would have stayed well clear of the object of your infatuation while you were so out of control.
However, I am not you am I? I am not the one with ironclad self-control, with limitless patience and a glacial sex drive… sorry, I am not being mean, just commenting on how it can look to others.
I know that you told her about these emails, that they made you hot beyond belief and they were starting to freak you out a little. It was almost like having a stalker, but one you just knew didn't want to hurt you.
I know too, that you kissed her.
Now, that was a surprise; for both of you I think!
I know that you went there with the best of intentions, you didn't mean for it to happen, you had already been to purgatory for your last indiscretion, you just wanted the safety and comfort of your best friends arms around you telling you that it would be okay. All you wanted was for her to tell you that you had nothing to worry about, but when you looked up into those green eyes and saw the love shining through, you had no choice: your body took over and it did what you didn't have the courage to do.
It made you give into the primal desire you feel every time you see her, the lust in your eyes evident for her to see, the feelings of desire coursing through your body making you reckless. You reached up, cupped the back of her neck, and pulled her down into a kiss, which left you both breathless.
Your mouths clashed and teeth rattled against one another as you both hauled the other against you. Lips locking you thrust your tongue into her mouth, you were dominant this time, and swirled into the hot cavern of her mouth, tasting her again from the inside out. You could not get enough, you just had to taste every inch of her and devour her within an inch of her precious life.
She gave as good as she got though didn't she? She kissed you with everything she had, using her experience and sensuality against you, making you feel like you were about to lose control completely. However, she knew. She knew that you were almost out of control and she loved you enough not to let it happen like that again, she knew you needed the strength of commitment and certainty before embarking on anything else. She chose the only course of action open to her; and against her better judgement, she made a monumental sacrifice, one that her body objected to rather vociferously.
She stopped you.
Chapter 6
From: The Queen of Naughty Fics
Sent: 27 June 2009 21:05:13
To: natalia@thespringfieldbeacon.com
Hello Natalia,
I bet you didn't think you'd hear from me again today. Well, I just had to tell you, I saw your confrontation with Olivia after your little kiss fest.
I saw her push you away and wondered what she was doing because if it was me, I certainly wouldn't have stopped, I would have ravished you within an inch of your life. That woman has either the patience of Job or your glacial sex drive.
Why did she stop? Have you figured it out yet? Do you know how much she loves you? Do you have any idea just what you are doing to her? How many times do you have to be near her to be able to work out just how much she wants you? Are you so blind, because I'm sure you are not as naive as everyone thinks you are, that you can't see that her actions had to take Herculean efforts. Is there no end to your ability to torture the poor woman?
You know that she has the hots for you; you know that she would gladly walk over hot coals and through the fires of hell for you. She needs your love, acceptance and your lust just as much as she needs air to breathe.
Do you understand the meaning of the word “frustration” do you actually know what it means? Can you so casually kiss her like there are no tomorrows then walk away as if nothing has happened? How can you walk away leaving her a sopping mess who can barely keep her knees from buckling from under her after that? Can you drive her into orbits so dizzying, that you'd need a space shuttle to rescue her after ten minutes of kissing you, that you don't notice her pain?
Oh Natalia, how badly do you need to look in a mirror and consider this?
“If you want her, take her before you lose her either to frustration… or someone else.”
She responded to your kiss by opening her mouth to you, she allowed your tongue to move slowly into her mouth and tentatively twirl around your own. She felt the heat from your body coalesce in your abdomen as it did hers; she felt the fire in her veins as surely as Jesus walked on water. You were driving her insane and that was driving her crazy.
Your kisses escalated to the point that your tongue was almost completely in her throat and she was responding on a visceral level to the heat, which was consuming her. She needed … something, more than just a kiss: she needed… more.
Just how are you going to supply that Natalia Rivera, if you even can?
Can you give her your body, along with your heart that has already been promised; as she gave you her soul?
Chapter 7
From: natalia@thespringfieldbeacon.com
Sent: 30 June 2009 13:59:12
To: The Queen of Naughty Fics
Hello,
I know I haven't replied to you before but now I just feel that I have to because you are leaving me no choice.
Yes, I told Olivia about you writing to me and she was understandably annoyed, but once she'd read the emails she was laughing, she thought them harmless flirtations and when it comes to flirting she's definitely an expert so I trust her judgement.
I want to know something about you though.
Where do you get off in telling me how to live my life? What gives you the right to question decisions that I make? You are neither my parents nor my partner, you don't have the right to tell me what to think or do.
Do you know how much I love Olivia? The more important question here is this…
Are you even capable of love?
You have no idea what it is like to be in Olivia Spencer's orbit. You have no clue as to how passionate she makes me feel. You cannot possibly imagine what it is like to feel her arms around you while her lips are on your mouth so do not even think about telling me what I feel!
I want her so badly it actually hurts me physically, I have to remember how to breathe in her presence and cannot control my urge to simply lunge at her and take her as soon as I see her.
I want…our lips to meet finally as a testament to our love for one another, to be so excited that I almost pass out from the overwhelming love I feel for her. I want my heart triple hammering in my breast fluttering like butterflies in a windstorm, my rapid breathing making me feel fuzzy where I am on the verge of hyperventilation and my blood feeling as if it is boiling in my veins like molten lava. I want to feel my skin tingle with kilojoules of electricity as goose bumps travel the length of my spine when she touches me.
I want Olivia to be so soft, so gentle when she touches me. That first brush of our lips to be achingly tender like something out of a romance novel but without the clichés. I want our lips barely grazing one another at first, butterfly quick, but following up with a second, firmer kiss. I want her gently parting my lips with her tongue and taking full control of the kiss and me in my hedonistic trip into Sappho's Realm via Olivia freakin' Spencer.
I want her to know for sure now that I am in love with her that I have been since long before I realised. I want her to escalate the kiss further, plundering my willing mouth vicariously and hopefully my body once she's done with my mouth.
I want to be breathless and aroused beyond control. I want to plunge my hands into her hair and moan into her mouth as we kiss and take things one stage further (or for us make those two stages). I want it to be Nirvana, my version of Heaven, a dream come true for me. I want to allow my mouth to be taken by Olivia's, while I'm grinding my core into hers to try to get closer.
I want to gasp as I feel her instinctively push into the contact with me and try to emulate the movements. I want the heat between the two of us to cause a nuclear reaction that could power a whole continent for generations and possibly a couple of galaxies when we finally make it to bed and make love.
I want my warm fingers to slide through her hair while wriggling to get us closer together pressing us breast to breast firmly as our kisses escalate. I want Olivia to wrap the fingers of one hand around the nape of my neck and caress me gently as I respond to the erotic assault on my mouth; I want her other hand to stroke my back through my top, just above the waistline of my trousers. I want it to be only the instinctive urge to breathe properly that will finally break us apart.
I want her hands on me everywhere she is willing to touch. I want to touch her so desperately in return but I am afraid because of how much I love her. It may sound trite and complicated but I'm scared of reciprocation. I want Olivia to take the lead and show me what to do, to show me what she likes, to guide me through this wonderful journey.
I want her mouth on my breasts as she opens my shirt and slowly peels it from my shoulders. I want her tender kisses along the slope of my breast and her tongue wrapped firmly around my nipple. I want her to suck like there is no tomorrow and knead my breasts like a master baker.
I want…her mouth to travel south like a tourist on their virgin journey to a new land. I want her kisses on my body to be hot and wet and open mouthed and driving me insane. I want her to play me as a concerto violinist would their instrument. I want to be made and moulded in her passion, putty in her hands to do with what she wants…
I want… it all!
Chapter 7a
From: The Queen of Naughty Fics
Sent: 07 July 2009 21:24:18
To: natalia@thespringfieldbeacon.com
Hello Natalia,
So , you want it all then… okay, are you able to handle all of it? Are you able to think about how much I want this?
Can you deal with the feelings that are coursing through my body? Can you think to yourself and wonder just how hot I am? Can you consider just how fucking hot you make me?
Can you think about just how it makes me feel when I think about running my tongue along your lips, kissing you like there is no tomorrow? Can you imagine just how it makes me when I hold you, pull you close into my body, have your pelvis shoved so damned hard into mine that I can feel your pussy pulsing against mine?
Have you ever considered that you are not the only one affected by what you are feeling, that you are not alone in what you're feeling? Have you considered those around you?
No, well let me tell you Natalia, as much as you want… I need , I need you to love me, I need you to tell me that it will all be okay and that our kids won't make a fuss. I need you to fix it so that I can smile and hold you and not give a crap about what other's think of us….
I need… you!
To be continued...