The Courtship of Emma's Mother, Chapter Four

Author: Daxilla, DAx, or Patricia L Givens (whichever you prefer) <br />Title: The Courtship of Emma's Mother (Multi-chapter story) <br />Pairing: Olivia/Natalia <br />Rating: PG-NC-17 depending on chapter <br />Chapters: 4<br />Spoilers: Up to the WoD. All that follows is AU. <br /><br /><b>Disclaimer #1: </b>This story is an original work of fiction set in the hectic little town of Springfield, as seen on Guiding Light. Most, if not all, of the characters and references used within belong completely to someone else. Someone who recently found a clue but could still use a swift kick in the rear, so I have borrowed them for just a little while and promise to return them unscathed, and smiling, as soon as I am done. No gain, monetary or otherwise, is expected from their use and no copyright infringement is intended or should be inferred. (In other words, all I am really hoping to get out of this is some hot sex with my girlfriend so please don't sue me!) <br /><br /><b>Disclaimer #2: </b>All original characters and story lines contained herein belong to the author. (Like anyone else would claim them!) This story may be archived upon request with the stipulation that it must be posted exactly as it was written, with all disclaimers intact. (Ralst and The Athenaeum don't have to ask!) <br /><br /><b>Disclaimer #3: </b>This story does depict a romantic relationship between two women. Some scenes may be graphic, but they are lovingly so. If that bothers you than you are wound too tight for daytime TV! I mean really, how can you be okay with someone marrying their cousin's sister's nephew's son and still bitch about a well done romance between two beautiful women?? Ever hear the old saying that people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones? (Unless of course they're trapped in said house, then throwing a stone or two might actually be a good idea...but I digress.) If you are under 18, then you're never going to understand the title reference. Ask your mom. (And get her to watch Otalia! We need all the MILF's we can get!) If this is illegal where you live, check your local ladies night for women in trench coats and silly hats. Hey it couldn't hurt... <br /><p>I had to go into FicSec (Protective custody for fanfic authors) to write this!! The A/O shippers have teamed up with the J/7 shippers and they're threatening to arrest and assimilate my ass so...write reviews! (How that relates I don't really know but...what the hell!) <br /><br />Just a quick note: Since we don't know what is going to happen I am approaching this as my own little A/U. Everything up until now is canon.</p>Thanks to all of the wonderful Jesbians on the What Comes After forum, to Otaliafan for providing the clips that melted my brain, to Big Purple Dreams for giving madness a home, and to Ky and Emma for sliding into Otaliawe with me. Most of all, thank you to Beep, for giving me one more thing to obsess over. (You just HAD to do it didn't you??)<br /><br />Oh and BIG thanks to DiNovia and Fewthistle&hellip;for giving me somewhere to go where I wouldn&rsquo;t end up crying! 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I love you, Tidbit.  You're the reason for everything. <o:p></o:p></span></style><!--{12467231022346}-->&nbsp;I love you, Tidbit. You're the reason for everything.<br /><br /><a href="http://community.livejournal.com/burn_ingcity/1278.html#cutid1">Chapters One and&nbsp;Two</a><br /><br /><a href="http://community.livejournal.com/burn_ingcity/1340.html#cutid1">Chapter Three</a><br /><br /><lj-cut text="The Courtship of Emma's Mother, Chapter Four">T<p><b>Chapter Four:&nbsp; Hats &amp; Beards</b><br /><br />&quot;So you have an appointment with the contractors who are working on the grand ballroom at ten and then a lunch meeting in conference room one at two-thirty with Sam Jennings from VIP Travel.&quot;&nbsp; Natalia rattled off Olivia's schedule for the day as she drove.&nbsp; &quot;It took some doing to get him to come talk to us since he usually only negotiates with chains that have more than twenty locations but he heard about our reputation and I was able to get him to come have a look.&quot;&nbsp; She kept both of her hands on the steering wheel and her eyes fixed pointedly on the road, being very careful not to look at the woman sitting less than two feet away from her.&nbsp; &quot;I know that's going to make you late to get Emma so I'll pick her up from school and swing by Company...uh... somewhere to get dinner after we go shopping for her new dress for picture day...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Natalia.&quot;<br /><br />The younger woman swallowed.&nbsp; &quot;There's also a problem with the wait staff.&nbsp; Some kind of feud between them and the busboys over the percentage split from the tips.&nbsp; I tried to talk to them but they won't be happy until they hear from you...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Natalia.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Oh, and you need to approve the estimates for the new laundry equipment the engineers want to install, but I really think you should reconsider the expense since the old equipment is still working perfectly...&quot;&nbsp; Her voice finally trailed off when Olivia reached over and plucked her right hand off the steering wheel, dragging it to her lap where she rested it on her thigh before twining their fingers together.&nbsp; The older woman was wearing a fairly short charcoal skirt that had ridden up when she entered the car and Natalia's knuckles rested against the smooth skin that showed above the edge of her garters.&nbsp; <i>Who wears garters to work anymore?&nbsp;</i> she thought desperately.&nbsp; She felt her breathing begin to quicken and tore her gaze away from their joined hands, bringing it back to the road in front of them.&nbsp; &quot;This isn't a safe way to drive.&quot;&nbsp; She said in a small voice.<br /><br />Olivia's light laughter cut through the haze of her thoughts and focused them once again on the feel of the skin beneath her hand and the edge of one strap that she began to trace with the tip of her index finger.<br /><br />&quot;I know you love me.&quot;&nbsp; Olivia pursed her lips.&nbsp; &quot;So there's nothing wrong with the kind of thoughts you were having this morning.&quot;&nbsp; She looked over at Natalia's profile and smiled.&nbsp; &quot;Lord knows I've had some incredible fantasies about you.&quot;<br /><br />The younger woman shifted in her seat.&nbsp; &quot;I know you're trying to make me feel better, Olivia and I appreciate it, but it might work better if you didn't bring God into the conversation.&quot;<br /><br />Olivia bit her lip to keep from laughing again.&nbsp; &quot;Okay.&nbsp; Then what if I just tell you some of the thought's I've had-&quot;<br /><br />&quot;No!&quot;&nbsp; Natalia's hand slipped and the car swerved slightly.&nbsp; &quot;Now would so not be a good time for that!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Okay, okay.&quot;&nbsp; She tightened her grip as Nat tried to pull her hand away.&nbsp; &quot;I just don't want you to feel like you need to be ashamed of what you want.&quot;<br /><br />Natalia stared at her for a moment.&nbsp; &quot;Is that what you think?&nbsp; That I'm ashamed of it?&quot;&nbsp; She shook her head and turned her attention back to the road.&nbsp; &quot;That's not it, Olivia.&quot;<br /><br />The older woman frowned in confusion.&nbsp; &quot;Then what is it?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Have you ever... just had a thought that was so... strong... that it completely threw you?&quot;&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; &quot;Despite what you think, Olivia, I am not that innocent.&nbsp; I've had lovers...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Obviously,&quot; Olivia quipped.&nbsp; &quot;Otherwise I'd have to reevaluate just how close your relationship to God really is!&quot;<br /><br />Nat half rolled her eyes but chose to ignore the comment.&nbsp; &quot;I know what desire feels like... what want feels like.&quot;&nbsp; She took a deep breath.&nbsp; &quot;And it doesn't compare to what's happening to me now.&nbsp; Sometimes I get overwhelmed just from <i>looking</i> at you.&nbsp; Do you understand?&nbsp; I don't...&nbsp; I've never... had to deal with anything like this before!&nbsp; It's new and it's crazy...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;But it's good....right?&quot;&nbsp; The insecurity in Olivia's voice reminded Natalia that she wasn't the only one going through something new and different.<br /><br />&quot;Oh it's very good!&quot;&nbsp; She exclaimed a little too forcefully, feeling herself blush furiously as Olivia smiled at her.&nbsp; &quot;I'm just... still trying to get used to all of this...&quot; She squeezed the older woman's hand tightly.&nbsp; &quot;All of us...&nbsp; so please don't ever think that I'm not happy about it.&nbsp; It's just a lot to get used to.&quot;<br /><br />Olivia nodded, releasing the other woman's hand so that she could enter the underground parking garage and pull into her reserved space.&nbsp; When they were out of the car, however, she grabbed Nat's hand again, holding it tightly as they rode the elevator up to the first floor, not letting go until the doors slid open and the sounds of their work world intruded.<br /><br />&quot;So, uhm...&quot;&nbsp; Natalia smiled and shifted her purse on her arm.&nbsp; &quot;I'll go make the rounds.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;And I'll go check on the wait staff and the engineers.&quot;&nbsp; She reached out and touched Natalia's arm quickly as the younger woman went to leave.&nbsp; &quot;Meet me for coffee in my suite in a couple of hours?&quot;<br /><br />Her assistant smiled.&nbsp; &quot;Definitely.&quot;</p><p align="center"><br /><br />&nbsp;</p><p align="center">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>Natalia slipped the passkey into the lock, pushing the door open with her hip as she balance two thick paper cups full of coffee and her clipboard in her hands.&nbsp; She smiled when she saw Olivia was already in the room, but the smile quickly turned into concern when she heard the tone of the older woman's voice as she spoke on the phone.<br /><br />&quot;...and there's no where else you can put it?&nbsp; No, I don't want to take up one of the rooms, we're heading into the busy season and we'll need every room we've got.&quot;&nbsp; She flashed Natalia a sweet smile as she accepted her coffee, closing her eyes in appreciation when she took her first sip.&nbsp; &quot;So when do you need it?&nbsp; You're going to have to give me an extra day.&quot;&nbsp; Her face hardened and Natalia pursed her lips, recognizing the old Olivia even through love blind eyes.&nbsp; &quot;Michael, let me remind you that this is my hotel.&nbsp; If I need an extra day I'll damn well take it and you'll make it work, understood?&quot;&nbsp; She nodded. &quot;Good.&nbsp; I'll get back to you.&quot;&nbsp; She hung up the phone with a sigh, leaning forward to rest her head on Natalia's hip in an intimate gesture that took the younger woman's breath away.<br /><br />&quot;Problems?&quot;&nbsp; She managed to squeak as she ran her fingers through Olivia's incredibly soft hair.<br /><br />&quot;Just some logistical issues.&quot;<br /><br />Natalia slid her hand to the back of Olivia's neck and gently massaged away the tension she found there.&nbsp; &quot;Want to share?&nbsp; Maybe I can help.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Oh god...&quot;&nbsp; The older woman practically purred.&nbsp; &quot;Trust me, you are helping.&quot;<br /><br />Natalia smiled, but kept pushing.&nbsp; &quot;Come on, tell me what's going on.&quot;<br /><br />Olivia groaned and sat up.&nbsp; &quot;My stuff is in the way.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><br />The older woman sighed. &quot;I moved out so quickly that I didn't have time to separate what I would need from the rest so right now everything is in the storage room off the main garage.&quot;&nbsp; She shook her head in frustration.&nbsp; &quot;I thought I would have at least a couple of weeks but Michael included the space in a package deal he drew up for a tour group that arrives tomorrow.&quot;&nbsp; She frowned.&nbsp; &quot;So now I need to find a place to move it just so I can pull it all out and go through it again.&quot;<br /><br />Natalia slowly pulled her hand away and moved to sit beside her on the bed.&nbsp; She looked directly into Olivia's gorgeous green eyes.&nbsp; &quot;Why don't you let me take care of it.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You know somewhere I could store it?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Yeah,&quot;&nbsp; She took her hand again.&nbsp; &quot;Back home.. at the farmhouse.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What?&quot;&nbsp; Olivia blinked&nbsp; &quot;You mean...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Yes, I mean.&quot;<br /><br />The older woman frowned.&nbsp; &quot;I thought you wanted to 'ease' into things.&nbsp; This doesn't seem all that... 'ease-y'.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I think it's very easy.&quot;&nbsp; Natalia responded. &quot;And simple.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Just like that, huh?&nbsp; And what about all the things we talked about this morning. Don't you think it's a little soon for that?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Soon?&quot;&nbsp; Natalia tried to keep her emotions in check but the slight tremor of her lower lip gave everything away.&nbsp; &quot;Olivia, we've been dancing around each other for six months.&nbsp; Hiding what we want and need has done nothing but cause hurt, to both of us and... to others.&quot;<br /><br />Olivia felt her stomach drop dangerously, as it did whenever the conversation turned to Frank.&nbsp; &quot;And you think us moving back in will help?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You and Emma... I told you, you're everything to me.&nbsp; When you're not there... I can't think about anything other than how badly I miss you.&nbsp; I was so sure I'd find you there after the wedding...&quot;&nbsp; She looked down and Olivia felt the warmth of her tears as they dropped onto their tightly joined fingers.&nbsp; &quot;When you weren't...&nbsp; My heart broke in my chest and I honestly didn't think I would survive it.&quot;&nbsp; She brushed at her eyes quickly.&nbsp; &quot;I need to wake up to you being grumpy and Emma's exuberance and the simple joy of feeding you and getting our daughter off to school...&quot;</p><p>Olivia blinked in surprise but Natalia didn't seem to notice what she had said.</p><p>&quot;I need your warmth, your presence.&nbsp; I need you... both of you!&nbsp; At home!&nbsp; Otherwise I'm going to be stuck on missing you and we'll never be able to move forward.&quot;</p><p>Olivia studied her face carefully for a long time before she finally nodded.</p><p>&quot;Is that a yes?&quot;&nbsp; Natalia asked hopefully.</p><p>Tears filled the older woman's eyes and she quickly wrapped her arms around Natalia to hide them.&nbsp; &quot;That's a yes.&quot;</p><p>&quot;Thankyouthankyouthankyou!&quot;&nbsp; Natalia hugged her back fiercely before picking up her notepad and scribbling furiously.&nbsp; &quot;I'll call for a truck and offer some of the bell boys a bonus to get everything loaded as quickly as possible.&nbsp; You...&quot;&nbsp; She leaned forward, giving a very surprised Olivia a brief, but heartfelt kiss.&nbsp; &quot;Call the front desk and tell them you're checking out.&quot;</p><p>The older woman had stopped breathing the moment their lips touched.&nbsp; It took a moment to kick start her brain enough to supply a snarky reply.&nbsp; &quot;Hey, isn't that what I have an assistant for?&quot;</p><p>&quot;Just do it!&quot;&nbsp; Nat pointed at her before she pulled open the door.&nbsp; &quot;I'll see you before I leave to get Emma.&quot;&nbsp; And she was gone.</p><p>&quot;Getting kind of bossy, there!&quot;&nbsp; Olivia called after her before dissolving into an adoring smile.</p><p>A bossy Natalia Rivera.</p><p>Now <i>that</i> could be interesting. <br /><br />&nbsp;</p><p align="center">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p><br />Natalia stepped into the conference room, her eyes quickly finding Olivia at a table off to one side.&nbsp; She was seated next to what could only be described as an extremely pretty man.&nbsp; The type that spends more on gym memberships than she probably paid in rent last year.&nbsp; He was tall, she could tell that even though he was sitting down, with thick, wavy blonde hair and incredible blue eyes.&nbsp; She supposed many women would think he was attractive, but she couldn't be bothered to give it much thought.<br /><br />Until she got closer and she saw the sultry smile that Olivia was busy draping all over him.&nbsp; One of Olivia's hands was resting lightly on his arm and she leaned forward as she laughed lightly, looking up at him with inviting eyes that caused Natalia's footsteps to falter.&nbsp; She shook her head and looked again.&nbsp; Surely she was mistaken, Olivia couldn't possibly...<br /><br />But all the signs were right there in front of her.&nbsp; From the way Olivia tilted her head to how she turned her pad and inched closer so they could both look at&nbsp; the figures that were printed there.<br /><br />Oh yeah, she was flirting.<br /><br />Natalia felt a coldness seep into her that she was unfamiliar with and before she could stop herself, she strode over to the table and slammed down the files she was holding.<br /><br />Olivia looked up at her in surprise, the initial warmth in her glance turning to confusion when she recognized the anger in Natalia's eyes.&nbsp; &quot;Hi!&quot;&nbsp; She tried to keep her voice light.&nbsp; &quot;Natalia, you know Sam Jennings.&nbsp; I believe the two of you spoke on the phone?&nbsp; Sam this is my personal assistant, Natalia Rivera.&quot;<br /><br />The man tore himself away from the view of Olivia's chest to glance up at the woman standing over them.&nbsp; &quot;Oh, hello.&quot;&nbsp; His smile was ingratiating as he ran his eyes over her body as well.&nbsp; &quot;How you doing, sweetheart?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;My name is Natalia, but you can call me Miss Rivera.&quot;&nbsp; She ignored the look of warning that Olivia shot her.&nbsp; &quot;And as good as I'm doing, it looks like you're doing better.&quot;<br /><br />Jennings frowned.&nbsp; &quot;I'm sorry?&quot;<br /><br />Olivia jumped in before the situation could spiral any further out of control.&nbsp; &quot;I think what Natalia means is that, as much success as we've enjoyed here at the Beacon, adding your company as a client and sharing in your prosperity would only create a win-win siutuation for us both.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Oh,&quot;&nbsp; he nodded slightly.&nbsp; &quot;Of course.&quot;&nbsp; He smiled at her again.&nbsp; &quot;So listen, sweetheart, I could sure use a cup of coffee.&quot;<br /><br />Natalia pursed her lips.&nbsp; &quot;Well, you can find a fresh pot right over there by the door.&nbsp; I'm sure an... <i>enterprising</i> man like yourself can figure out how to pour it.&quot;&nbsp; Without another word she turned and left the conference room.<br /><br />Olivia smiled sweetly.&nbsp; &quot;Would you excuse me for a moment?&quot;&nbsp; She squeezed his arm when he winked at her.&nbsp; &quot;I'll be right back.&quot;<br /><br />She found Natalia in the hallway, leaning up against the wall as she tried to get her temper under control.<br /><br />&quot;Natalia?&nbsp; What is going on?&quot;<br /><br />The brunette turned, the anger radiating off her in waves.&nbsp; &quot;Why don't you tell me!&quot;<br /><br />Olivia held her hands up as she shook her head in confusion.&nbsp; &quot;What are you talking about?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I'm talking about you and that... that...guy!&nbsp; I know how badly you want this contract, Olivia.&nbsp; You might get it a little bit faster if you just go ahead and climb right in his lap!&quot;</p><p><br />&quot;What the hell is wrong with you?&quot;&nbsp; Olivia grabbed her by the arm as she went to leave.&nbsp; &quot;That 'guy' is responsible for about half of the summer tourism in this town, or did you forget that little detail?&nbsp; Do you want to tell me why you just treated him like he was a bastard at a family reunion?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Oh, I'm sure he'll get over it!&quot;&nbsp; Natalia snapped back.&nbsp; &quot;Especially since he has you to comfort him.&quot;<br /><br />Olivia blinked.&nbsp; &quot;What?&nbsp; What are you talking about?&quot;<br /><br />The younger woman growled in frustration.&nbsp; &quot;You don't even see it do you?&nbsp; Do you even pay attention to what you're doing?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What is it that I'm doing?&quot;<br /><br />Natalia rolled her eyes.&nbsp; &quot;The coy little looks from under those long, black lashes, the little touches on his arm, leaning forward when you talk so he can stare down your...&quot;&nbsp; She waved her hands in the general direction of Olivia's chest, causing the older woman's eyes to widen in understanding.<br /><br />&quot;Are you kidding me?&quot;&nbsp; Her voice rose slightly. &quot;Jesus, I thought I was the one with green eyes!&nbsp; You're jealous!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I'm not...jealous...&quot;&nbsp; Natalia frowned slightly.&nbsp; &quot;I'm not!&quot;&nbsp; She shook her head when it sounded like a lie even to her, but instead of conceding that point she went on to the next.&nbsp; &quot;You talked about me last night... 'hidden dinners and secret dates'... remember?&nbsp; And here you are today acting like you're... you're...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Available...&quot;&nbsp; Olivia finished for her.<br /><br />&quot;And interested!&quot;&nbsp; Natalia hissed.&nbsp; &quot;Are you, Olivia?&nbsp; Are you interested?&nbsp; Because that's what it looks like to the rest of the world.&quot;&nbsp; She swung her purse wildly as she gestured towards the conference room.&nbsp; &quot;That's what it looks like to him!&quot;&nbsp; She took a deep breath and shook her head.&nbsp; &quot;Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pick up Emma and get to the farmhouse before the truck shows up with all of your stuff.&nbsp; You know... since you're moving back into <i>our home</i> today.&nbsp; Or did you forget <i>that</i> little detail?&quot;&nbsp; She shrugged sadly when Olivia didn't answer.&nbsp; &quot;I guess it's a good thing I'm your assistant then.&nbsp; Otherwise you might keep forgetting things like that.&quot;<br /><br />Olivia watched her go, dumbfounded by the younger woman's anger.&nbsp; <i>What the hell?&nbsp; How can she think I'm interested in anyone but her??<br /><br /></i>Shaking her head, she went back into the conference room, her eyebrows rising slightly in surprise when she was greeted by a huge smile from Jennings.&nbsp; The man slid to the edge of his seat, his eyes traveling possessively over her chest and hips as he waited for her to rejoin him.<br /><br /><i>Oh shit.</i>&nbsp; Olivia pinched her nose between her thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; <i>I'm an idiot!</i>&nbsp; She took a few steps and then stopped, leaving more than a respectful distance between them.&nbsp; &quot;Mr. Jennings, my apologies.&nbsp; Apparently I missed something important... on my calendar.&nbsp; I know you're only in town tonight, so I was hoping we could finish this up by phone sometime next week?&quot;<br /><br />The man frowned.&nbsp; &quot;Well, I was hoping you'd be willing to give me a <i>tour</i> of one of your suites.&quot;<br /><br />It was so sad she almost wanted to laugh.&nbsp; <i>I am such a ass.<br /><br /></i>She smiled sweetly.&nbsp; &quot;Of course.&nbsp; I would be more than happy to have the concierge walk you through business class and the honeymoon suite.&quot;&nbsp; She saw his confusion deepen and didn't wait for him to ask any questions.&nbsp; &quot;I'm sure they'll be able to answer any questions you might have.&nbsp; Thank you for your time and I'll have my assistant contact you next week.&quot;<br /><br />She turned and quickly left the conference room, muttering to herself, &quot;If I'm out of the doghouse by then.&quot;</p><p align="center">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *</p></lj-cut><br /><br />