Fandom: Guiding Light
Word Count: 914
Spoilers: WoD actually happened, so this is AU
Summary: Otalia can't let go. And neither can Frank.
Note: I wrote this a while ago, but I just dared to post it here. Angst warning! Comments are love!
The first time he saw, it was a Wednesday. He came early from work and stepped right into his kitchen. It had been his kitchen for one year now and even though not everything was perfect between Frank Cooper and his wife, he still felt he had the perfect life. Or so he told himself. The first thing he noticed was the empty bottle of wine. Then it was the laughter. Then the moaning. Then the panting. He peeked through the kitchen door and there were Natalia and Olivia… “Touch me Olivia, please” he heard his wife pleading “I need you” Olivia obliged and he was finally able to see what his wife looked like when she was feeling pleasure. And love. And lust. It was at three o’clock in the afternoon when he knew why his marriage felt like such a sham. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.
It was three o’clock in the afternoon. Olivia and I had gone back to the farmhouse to celebrate a new business deal and we were giddy. She said something about wishing we had champagne and I remembered we had some white wine chilling in the fridge. It still stung to think that “we” meant me and Frank. I mumbled as much, after my third glass and Olivia gave me one of those looks that always take my breath away. The kind of look she had denied me ever since I became Mrs. Frank Cooper. I looked right back at her and she gasped. I’d love to say that I was drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew. I knew that I had crossed a line and that I was about to cross so many more. But I didn’t care. Maybe that was the wine’s fault. The fact that I was suddenly kissing Olivia Spencer in the middle of my kitchen—mine and my husband’s— had nothing to do with the wine and all to do with the fact that I was in love with her and had always been. “I love you. Make love to me, please.” I gasped into her lips.
Cheap wine rarely gets me like this. But the combination of cheap wine and being alone with the woman I love, the woman I’ve been in love with for over two years now; that was what did me in. Seeing her come towards me and feel her lips on mine, her body on mine… no words could express how lightheaded that made me feel. No wine could get me this drunk. Only love. Love and lust. “Make love to me, please” She murmured into my lips. “I need you.” What could I do after such a plea? I held her in my arms while kissing her ferociously and we quickly made our clothes a thing of the past. She laid on top of me on the couch and touched me in ways I had never dreamed she would. She loved me in ways I never dreamed she could. And all I could do was writhe and move along with her, chanting our mantra “I love you, I love you” until we both came undone and sank further down in our despair.
It’s three o’clock on a Wednesday. I’ve been married to Natalia Rivera for 5 years now. I don’t know much about my wife (she won’t tell me much about herself, I guess I don’t ask the right questions) but I know exactly what she does at three o’clock in the afternoon on Wednesdays. If people knew what I do… I can’t help myself.
I am here again, at our house. They’re in our bedroom. I hear the panting and the crying that usually goes along with their fucking—they probably call it love making—and I can’t help but sneer. I sneak up the stairs because I need to see… I always need to see.
“God, Natalia yes!” Olivia yells. Natalia is doing the fucking again. The door is slightly ajar and I peek in. She looks beautiful, they both do…I wish she’d fuck me for a change, I’m her husband! God knows she hasn’t let me touch her in years…
“Oh baby, that feels so good… let me show you how good it feels. Do you feel that?” “Yes, I do. I do. Take me, Olivia, I’m yours”
“I want to take you… away from here… please, baby, let’s stop this. Let’s go away and be just the three of us: you, me and Emma. Please”
Olivia always pleads with my wife like this. It’s the only thing I have of Natalia that she doesn’t. Her will.
“I can’t… I… please Olivia just touch me. Yes, baby, like that” I can hear Natalia panting and moaning nonsense… apparently she speaks in Spanish when she’s close. Not that I could know that first hand, like she does.
“Sometimes… sometimes I wish he’d just caught us. I wish he knew. I wish I didn’t have to be the one to… I wish… I…. omg! Oliviaaaaaaaa” Olivia finally breaks her. She always does. They’re just lying there now, holding each other. Taking what they can get from these meetings. So she wishes I’d knew. I do know. I also know that I will never say anything. I won’t let her go. We will all be prisoners here forever. At three o’clock in the afternoon.