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03 September 2009 @ 10:47 pm
Fic: Hide Beside Me (Chapter 29), GL, Olivia/Natalia  

Title: Hide Beside Me (Chapter 29)
Author: DiNovia
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating:  Chapter=PG-13/Overall=NC-17
Archival:  P&P, Kimly, and AUSXIP of course.  Everyone else, please ask.
Spoilers:  None
Summary:  Phillip Spaulding has returned to Springfield with a vengeance.  Olivia Spencer, afraid that Phillip will take their daughter Emma from her again, flees Springfield with the help of her assistant, Natalia Rivera.  Can they stay one step ahead of Phillip?  Will they ever be safe again?
Content Disclaimer:  This is an AU story--based on a drabble I posted in February--that splits off from the "I can trust you with my life!" scene on 2/16/09.  All canon after that does not exist in this story.  Also, the Phillip Spaulding that returns in this story is still bat-shit crazy and evil. Graphic depictions of love between two consenting adult women are contained within, but not in this chapter.  Boo.
Source Disclaimer:  I do not own Guiding Light or the characters therein depicted.  I do not seek to profit from this story. 
A/N:  I tried to remain as close to character as humanly possible but as I have only seen YouTube clips of Otalia and no full episodes, I cannot guarantee the results.
Style Note:  As some of you have noticed, I am switching POVs for every chapter.  Natalia, Olivia and Emma will tell their stories in their own words, first-person present tense.  Any other exposition needed will happen in third-person past tense.  This will cover the urgency I need and will also allow for omniscience for exposition with multiple characters.  I am very interested in knowing whether this style works how I have intended it, so let me know.
Thank You:  To mightbefound  and bldy_destini and fewthistle for beta-ing this story.  A very special THANK YOU also to Tiff for helping me to figure out the major plot problems I'd been having and for being on call when I forget them and need to review.  You didn't let me get away with crap this chapter.  Thanks!  ;)  Thank you to djshiva for your comments and general enthusiasm for this story. 

OKLAHOMA CITY, OKLAHOMA
ALBERTSONS GROCERY STORE

The bright lights of the Albertsons on North May were a cheerful counterpoint to the low, gun-metal gray clouds gathering ominously in the sky.  The icy wind that whipped through the parking lot as Olivia, Natalia, and Emma exited their car bit through their coats.  The three hurried inside the glass-fronted building where snappy signs in the windows promised the frugal shopper bananas for forty-nine cents a pound and buy one get one free specials on a store brand ice cream and containers of soup stock.

Natalia bundled both Olivia and Emma quickly through the doorway and into the foyer where she grabbed the nearest cart, herding her little family through yet another set of doors and into the store proper.  She was in such a hurry to get her lover and their little girl in out of the cold that, at first, she didn't register her surroundings.  She pushed the blue cart between rows of green, glistening lettuces, peppers, and cucumbers on one side and potatoes and onions, yellow, brown, red, and white, on the other without noticing them.  In fact, it wasn't until she reached an endless stand of citrus fruits, all of them garish and jewel-like against the drab backdrop of winter's end outside, that she came to a stop, eyes widening at the abundance arrayed before her.

Slowly, she turned and gaped at the produce department.  By itself, it was larger than any two corner markets she'd ever shopped in combined.  She could honestly say she'd never seen anything like it.  Not in person, anyway.  The matching look of awe on Emma's face told Natalia she wasn't the only one feeling like a kid in a candy store.  Only Olivia's knowing grin showed any inoculation to the sight before her.

Olivia had wanted to check out of the hotel right after breakfast and drive straight through to North Carolina.  She was excited to be on the road again because it seemed that they had finally found a safe port in the storm that had become their lives.  Plus, there was Sam, her little brother whom she hadn't seen since after her surgery over a year ago.  She was eager to see him, eager for their new and tenuous family to become a little larger, a little more secure.  The sooner they left Oklahoma, the sooner they would be in North Carolina and Olivia couldn't see a downside to that--even when Natalia reminded her that they would probably arrive in the state before Sam himself managed it.  Especially if he was trying to fly standby from Italy.  Olivia didn't care.  Her memories of Oklahoma would always center around finding the undiscovered country of Natalia's love, would always feature Natalia's gorgeous, lust-filled mahogany eyes and the heat of her kiss-bruised mouth...but she wasn't naïve.  There was nothing for them here.  Nothing that would help them find their way home.  And that's what Olivia wanted more than anything else: to go home, safe and sound, with Emma and Natalia.

Natalia, on the other hand, had believed there was no need to hurry.  Her memories of Oklahoma would consist of finding God's plan for her outlined in green eyes the color of a turbulent sea, of discovering a hunger she had no name for and would never be able to sate.  She thought it was only natural to feel a little melancholy about leaving the state that had finally brought Olivia and herself into each other's arms.  So she suggested to Olivia that they stop at a local grocery store before leaving the city to stock up on provisions.  If they were going to drive fifteen hours straight to satisfy Olivia's need for speed, she reasoned, then they should do it armed with healthy snacks, bottled water, and the makings for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Natalia was not about to allow Olivia to use their haste as an excuse to stop at multiple fast food restaurants along their route, even if her lover promised to order only salads and to drink only black coffee.  Ever frugal and ever mindful of both Olivia's and Emma's health and well being, Natalia could not and would not agree that fast food was anything but a ridiculous waste of money and calories.

Olivia would have happily walked into Hell with Natalia if the younger woman demanded it.  A simple grocery store paled in comparison.  So she and Natalia and their grinning daughter quickly found themselves walking into an Albertsons near the hotel they'd just departed.  It didn't occur to Olivia that perhaps Natalia wouldn't be prepared for a Mid-western suburban megaplex grocery store until they were already inside it.  Seeing Natalia's awe as she looked around a simple produce department, Olivia knew there was nowhere else in the whole world she would rather be.

"You like it?" she asked softly.

"It's...it's amazing!" whispered Natalia reverently, her eyes taking in row upon row of healthy fruits and vegetables conveniently located under one roof.  She turned in slow motion, watching other shoppers as they strolled peacefully through the department or even out of it.  She craned her neck slightly as her eyes followed one couple headed toward the meat department, desperate to see what she could of the rest of the store.  For the first time in her life, she actually considered herself a little...sheltered.

Oh, she'd seen enough television to know that most of America shopped in places like this.  She'd even been to a few in her time, driven by need of something special for Rafe, something she couldn't get near home.  But none of those stores had been as large or as nice as this one.  Working two and three jobs in inner city Chicago meant shopping at the corner market nearest whatever dank little apartment she and Rafe were living in at the time, because she knew it would be open at 3am or because she knew it would have the makings for her arepas or her sancocho.  The move to Springfield hadn't changed her shopping habits all that much as most of their neighborhood shopped at a little corner market, too.

This Albertsons, though....  It was like a security blanket to Natalia, with its brightly colored produce and its jovial music playing overhead and its aisles and aisles of healthy, hearty food.  It promised her that she could find anything she could possibly need here.  It promised her culinary perfection.  It said to her: "We'll take care of everything.  Don't you worry."

So she didn't.  She followed her frugality to the bananas, remembering the sign in the front window declaring them on sale, and Olivia and Emma followed her.  The three of them were the picture of happiness.  Olivia took the cart from Natalia and pushed it efficiently and aggressively, her laser-like focus and attention to detail belied by her wide grin and laughing green eyes.  Under her breath, she made a suggestive remark about the size of some of the bananas Natalia was picking over and the younger Latina blushed scarlet and swatted at her playfully.

"Watch it!" she scolded, cutting her eyes at Emma as if to say We just got her off the topic of sex twenty minutes ago!  Do you really want to go back there?

Olivia pouted comically and nodded her understanding reluctantly, making a show of being contrite and apologetic--which neither her lover nor her daughter bought for a moment.

"Save it for someone who cares and put these in the cart...without comment, please," said Natalia, shaking her head as she handed Olivia a large hand of sunshine yellow bananas.

Olivia opened her mouth to make a rebuttal statement, but found herself struck silent by one arched eyebrow.  "Yes, your highness," she droned in response, meekly dropping the bananas in the cart's baby seat.

Natalia nodded appreciatively at Olivia's obedience and turned away from her, looking for her next quarry.  Olivia seized the opportunity and stuck her tongue out at the younger woman, making a grotesque face to go along with it.  Still faced away from her, Natalia said "I saw that!" and promptly headed in the direction of the apples.

Olivia gaped at the brunette as she walked away, then turned to her daughter.  "She really does have eyes on the back of her head, doesn't she?" she marveled, her voice too low to be heard by the woman in question.  At least, she hoped it was.

"Uh huh," nodded Emma, giggling at her two mommies and their antics.  Her effervescent joy caught the attention of several nearby shoppers, all of whom beamed indulgent grins at the little girl.  One of the shoppers, though--a thin, sharp-faced woman of about seventy--felt her grin slide away as she looked more closely at the two women and the little girl with blonde braids.

Olivia and Emma followed Natalia to the apple stand, watching patiently as the young woman considered her options.  Apples were out of season in most of the country, but Oklahoma City was like any other big city and shipped them in from South America and other more temperate climes.  As Natalia's silent consideration wore on, Olivia--bored--made insouciant remarks about the apples, too, hefting them thoughtfully in her hand and looking pointedly at Natalia's chest, one raised eyebrow declaring whether the winner of the unsolicited contest was the apple or Natalia.  Natalia blushed again.

"Honestly," she sighed aggrievedly, placing a bag of carefully chosen Golden Delicious in the cart.  "You're just like a fifteen-year-old boy!" 

Olivia made no denials.

The woman followed slowly behind them.

At the deli counter, Natalia grew weary of Olivia's wicked glances and her sotto voce teasing and she sent the grinning woman to the bakery to pick out a loaf of bread for sandwiches.  She and Emma debated the merits of yellow versus orange American cheese while waiting for their pound of turkey breast to be sliced.  Since she now knew she could get anything she wanted at this grocery store, Natalia eagerly amended her mental list of provisions to include sliced turkey breast, sliced cheese, and a Styrofoam cooler.  Turkey and cheese sandwiches were much healthier than PB&J.

As she accepted the turkey from the deli worker, Natalia mused that she was grateful Olivia was off in the bakery at the moment.  Her choice of luncheon meat was guaranteed to provoke more inappropriate remarks and Natalia didn't have the strength to deal with them at the moment.  She already felt like she had done nothing but blush since they'd walked into the store.  Not to mention, Olivia's proximity was driving her crazy.  As wonderful as she found the grocery store and all its abundance, what she really wanted was to be holed up with Olivia in some well-appointed hotel room somewhere, blissfully aware of nothing but Olivia's joyfully sinful body, her tortuously gorgeous mouth, and the sounds she made when she came.  However reluctant she might be to admitting it, the young Latina knew Olivia wasn't the only one who'd come down with a touch of adolescent lust.  Pun not intended.

Emma looked up at her other mommy and watched as she turned red again, this time without her own mother's intervention.  The precocious 8-year-old grinned happily.  Despite this strange and giant grocery store, she could just about imagine that they were all back home in Springfield, buying the ingredients for cookies that they would bake together in the farmhouse's kitchen.  Her mother was the happiest she'd seen her since she'd presented her project on Family Day and Natalia seemed much more like her old self, playful and smiling rather than exhausted and worried.  If it was the kissing that made them that way, then Emma hoped her mother and Natalia would kiss every day for the rest of forever.  She loved it when her family was happy.

Natalia and Emma both were so lost in their own thoughts that neither of them noticed the woman looking at expiration dates on containers of macaroni salad from the refrigerated section nearby.

The family met up again in the juice aisle where Olivia leaned close to Natalia and nuzzled her ear as Emma picked out her favorite Juicy Juice boxes for the trip. 

"Gee, your hair smells terrific," rumbled Olivia in her velvety sex voice, chuckling when Natalia pushed her away.

"Stop!" whispered the younger woman, desperately keeping one eye on Emma.  "My God, you have no idea what you're doing to me!"

"I may have some idea," countered Olivia, her jade eyes sparkling.  She leaned close again so only Natalia could hear her.  "Do you ache for me?" she breathed, her voice feather light.

 
Natalia's eyes fluttered shut and her hands held the cart in a white-knuckled grip.  She bobbed her head up and down to indicate an affirmative answer to Olivia's whispered question, but couldn't speak.  Olivia chuckled, pleased that she had Natalia right where she wanted her: hot and bothered and unable to do a thing about it.  She was just about to say something else when Emma dropped an eight-pack of grape juice boxes in the cart with a crash.

"Got the ones I wanted, Mommy!" she announced happily.

Natalia smiled at her weakly.  "Good!" she said shakily, stripping off her winter coat and tossing it over the steering bar of the cart.  Her cheeks were awfully red.  "Good, sweetie," she repeated, avoiding Olivia's amused eyes.  "Let's see if we can find those cookies that your mom likes, okay?"

"Okay!" grinned Emma and she darted around the corner before either of them could stop her.

The woman hurried after them.

On the chips and cookie aisle, Natalia left Emma and her mother looking at the Pepperidge Farm Snickerdoodles while she walked further down to pick out a bag or two of the Sun Chips that Olivia loved so much.  Well, okay.  Tolerated better than the Baked Lays that were also heart healthy.  She needed a minute.  Hell, she needed five.  Olivia had been resting her hand in the small of Natalia's back since they'd come around the corner.  She'd said nothing out of the ordinary, had made no untoward remarks....  She'd just laid her hand lightly in the little dip at the base of Natalia's spine, occasionally stroking her fingertips along the edge of the hollow.  Even over her shirt, the caress nearly undid Natalia.  Every inch of her body pulsed with desire for Olivia and she couldn't do one damned thing about it.  The strain was giving her a headache.

Rubbing her aching forehead for a moment, she reached for a bag of Sun Chips, thinking I can make you stop for the night, Olivia Spencer!  Watch me!  I know where that little spot is, remember?  The one that makes you beg?  She grinned evilly to herself.  I can fight fire with fire, she vowed.  And I can win.

She walked right past the older woman looking at Old-Fashioned pretzels next to her without even seeing her.

On the paper goods aisle, Natalia made Olivia reach up for a roll of paper towels on the top shelf...and let the taller woman catch her eying her sexy, denim-clad ass when she turned around to hand her the roll. 

"Thank you," said the brunette softly, patting the object of her recent scrutiny, letting her hand linger for just a few seconds too long.

Green eyes narrowed as Natalia wandered toward the paper plates.  Olivia suddenly realized she'd underestimated the woman she'd given her heart to...again.  A slow, sexy smile tugged at her lips. 

If I had to underestimate her, she thought, I'm glad it was in this.

She watched as Natalia and Emma reached the end of the aisle, almost laughing out loud when Natalia shimmied her hips briefly, then winked over her shoulder.

Oh, yeah, grinned Olivia.  Soooo glad.

She never even noticed the disapproving stare of the elderly woman standing near the facial tissues.

Olivia caught up to Emma and Natalia on the international aisle, hurrying past a woman with long, rusty-brown hair and thick, black, rectangular glasses who was reading the back of a box of tortilla shells.  The woman was arguing with her children about tacos--the gist of the argument being that they had already had tacos three times out of the last six meals and the children were growing weary of them.  The eldest--a girl who was a carbon copy of the mother, only in miniature--made the astute observation that it was possible to be too fond of tacos.  Obsessed even.  Olivia smirked as she darted past them, but didn't hear any more.

"Getting a little slow in your old age there, are ya?" teased Natalia as Olivia finally joined them.  Olivia opened her mouth to make a scathing retort but was interrupted by Emma's excited squeal.

"Look!" said the little girl, pointing to a row of green glass bottles on a shelf above her.  "They have that coconut soda you like so much, Natalia!"

Cosmic dominoes, when they fall, often make no sound.

Natalia laughed and shook her head, reaching up to claim three of the bottles with practiced waitress' hands.

The thin, sharp-featured woman with a shock of snow white hair came to a sudden stop next to the younger, taco-obsessed woman, leaning over to whisper something harshly in her ear.

The taco-obsessed woman's head snapped up from her reading.  She pushed her rectangular glasses up the bridge of her nose nervously.  "Kidnappers?" she asked loudly, clearly shocked.  "What kidnappers?"

Olivia turned to look at the women behind her, agape with horror.

Natalia dropped all three bottles of coconut soda onto the tile floor, where they exploded in a fizzy, sticky mess of shattered glass, golden liquid, and carbonated froth.

For one sickening second, everyone on the aisle froze, like gunfighters waiting to see who would draw first.

Natalia took a hesitant step toward Olivia, feeling the need to protect her somehow, her worried eyes pleading with the women who were staring back at them.  The old lady smirked at her and began to shout for the store's security guard.

The Latina's heart nearly stopped as terror rocketed through her.  

I have to do something! she thought, panicked.  I can't let Phillip have Emma!  That would destroy Olivia, destroy our daughter.  We need more time!
 
She made a frantic decision and grabbed for Olivia's coat sleeve, dragging her and Emma around the corner into the next aisle. 

"Give me all the money you have," ordered Natalia once they were out of sight.  She thrust her hand out to her lover, looking up at her with anguished but determined eyes.

Olivia was dumbstruck.  "What?"

"We have to split up!  It's too dangerous to stay together now," said Natalia harshly.  At that moment, an older, heavy-set man in a navy rent-a-cop uniform pounded past them, wheezing, heading down the next aisle toward the still-shrieking older woman.  She knew their time had just run out.  "Hurry, Olivia!  The money!"

Pale with shock, Olivia reached into her front pocket and retrieved a small fold of bills which she then pushed at Natalia, obeying her commands without question, not knowing what else to do.

"Olivia, go!  Get Emma out of here before you get caught!"  The younger woman kept one eye on the spot where the security guard had disappeared, adrenaline swamping her senses, making her dizzy. 

Olivia shook her head, bereft.  "No--"

"GO!  I know the plan.  I'll be there.  I promise, Querida."  She took her lover's face in her hands.  "Look at me.  I'll be there!"  Then she pulled away as if burned.  The ache growing in her chest threatened to consume her.  "You have to go!  Now!"

"But--"

Natalia kissed her own fingertips and pressed them to Olivia's mouth.  "I love you," she whispered brokenly, tears glittering in her eyes. 

Just then, the security guard skidded to a stop at the end of the next aisle, looking toward the doors, expecting them to have already bolted for freedom.  The shrewish biddy appeared next to him, scanning the rest of the store, her eyes lighting on Natalia almost instantly. 

"There!" she exclaimed, grabbing the guard's elbow, jutting an accusing finger at the beleaguered family as if it were the épée of a championship fencer.

Rage ignited in Natalia's body and it drove her to do the one thing she'd never done before, the one thing she never thought she could do: fight. 

"RUN!!" she roared as she charged at the startled security guard like a rampaging elephant, hitting him full force in the chest, launching him into an endcap of two-liter bottles of Pepsi.  He crashed into the display, crying out with pain and bewilderment as bottles toppled off the shelves onto his head.  Their accuser, utterly aghast, tried to help the fallen guard to his feet, but he was too heavy and she was too light and the bottles that rolled around their feet made a difficult task almost impossible.

Natalia gaped at the scene before her for one terrifying second, appalled and dismayed by what she'd done.  Then she rounded on Olivia one last desperate time.

"I'll be there!" she promised.  Then she was gone, darting down the aisle toward the back of the store.

Olivia just stood there as the shelves of coffee and tea spun around her, blood thundering in her ears and bile rising in her throat.  The old woman and the security guard began to make some progress getting him righted and Emma, seeing this, snapped into action. 

"Mommy?"  Her daughter's terrified voice cut through Olivia's panic like a scythe.  "Mommy, come on!"  The little girl grabbed one of her mother's arms and started to drag toward the front of the store just as the security guard managed to get to one knee.

"Hey!" he shouted, struggling to stand.  "Stop!  I said stop!"

Emma didn't slow down and she didn't let go.  "Mommy, please!  We have to run faster!"  Frightened more than she had ever been before, she darted through a growing crowd of stunned shoppers and around a table sporting containers of cookies all iced with green icing.  Then she ducked down an empty check out lane, dragging her mother behind her.  The guard, now securely on his feet, chased after them.

Mother and daughter burst out of the front doors into a cold, wet, gray morning, an icy rain spattering the parking lot.  Olivia looked around wildly for the car.  In her panic, she'd forgotten what it looked like. 

"Over there!" yelled Emma, pointing at the rusted hulk that was their fourth car in three weeks.

Olivia looked over her shoulder and saw the security guard explode out the front doors after them.

"Go go go go!"  She pushed Emma towards the car, fumbling in her coat pocket for her keys.

The guard spotted them almost immediately.  "I said stop!  Stop, goddammit!"

He bolted after them, remembering the weapon at his side only as an afterthought.  In all his years of service, he'd never once had to draw it. 

I guess there's a first time for everything, he thought grimly.  He just hadn't ever expected to be using it against a woman and her child.  Before he could get the weapon drawn, though, a dirty, drunken homeless man collided with him, seeming to come out of nowhere, and they both hit the ground hard.

"Jesus Christ!" swore the guard, writhing in pain with what felt like a broken shoulder.  He watched from a peculiar angle, disgusted, as the woman tossed her kid into the passenger seat, darted around the car to get in herself, and then peeled out of the parking lot.  He didn't even get a good enough look at the license plate to tell what state it was from.  "Jesus FUCKING Christ!" he swore again, pushing himself upright with a grunt of agony.

The homeless man, dressed in jeans, a white tee-shirt, and a flannel work shirt, worked himself into a sitting position and chuckled.  "No, sir!  Name's Earl.  Lookin' for my dog.  You seen him?"  The fat man with greasy gray hair struggled to his feet and turned around, pulling up both of his shirts as he did so.  The guard's distress went completely unnoticed.  "Looks like this," he said, his voice muffled somewhat.

The guard looked up at the bum's back with burning eyes.  A rather unsophisticated tattoo covered the majority of it.  It was of a bulldog with a really, really long tongue.

As he gaped up at the half-naked bum with the dog tattoo, his throbbing shoulder keeping time with his aging and overworked heart, the cold rain began to fall harder.

He put his one good hand over his face and sighed.

It's a hell of a perfect day to get fired, he thought darkly.  He sat dejectedly in the puddle steadily growing around him and gazed up at the wet, gray sky. 

Yes, sir.  Perfect.

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TBC



Comments are love!

DiNovia
 
 
 
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seftiri: Otalia Family at Churchseftiri on September 4th, 2009 12:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

And yes, that was Earl. Did you miss Rhetta then? ;)

No one seems to be seeing Rhetta....
lazydevil69lazydevil40 on September 4th, 2009 10:06 am (UTC)
*bows at your feet*

ahhh my fanfic Goddess has returned at last... and what an update... Love it...

The gentle teasing banter and Emma's thoughts (I just melted at them) and then the excitement / danger of being caught... awesome...

question for you though... did Natalia managed to get the drunk to crash into the security man or was that just a stroke of really good luck....
seftiri: Otalia Family at Churchseftiri on September 4th, 2009 12:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you, O Recently Engaged One! ;) Glad you enjoyed it!

Actually, if you watch Saving Grace, you'll recognize Earl as Grace's Last Chance Angel. I also sneaked Grace's best friend and co-worker, Rhetta, in there, too. She was the taco-obsessed woman. Saving Grace, if you don't watch it, takes place in Oklahoma City and I thought it would be fun to get have a little cameo appearance by some familiar faces in this chapter. LOL

I am evil that way. ;)

In one of the other chapters, Natalia reminisces about how she always knew God was with her and she lists off all these mundane things she did in Chicago. She said she found God in the smile of the dark-haired woman who took her token at the El. That was also a cameo. Lucy Moderatz (Sandra Bullock) from While You Were Sleeping, which took place in Chicago in the early 90's. ;)
lazydevil69lazydevil40 on September 4th, 2009 01:21 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you - again - it is still so surreal, she said yes!! LOL

anyways, Nope haven't seen Saving Grace so I wouldn't have got the references, but it didn't detract from the story for me it just added that extra little detail you are so good at writing.

So, my Goddess... when will we be seeing the next installment??
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deejay_oaronicdeejay_oaronic on September 6th, 2009 10:47 pm (UTC)
Terrific story. Loved every word of it. PPS
Revolos55revolos55 on September 8th, 2009 10:03 am (UTC)
Hehehe, the "Ode to a Supermarket" section was kinda funny.

"Save it for someone who cares and put these in the cart...without comment, please," - Hehehe

Natalia nodded appreciatively at Olivia's obedience and turned away from her, looking for her next quarry. Olivia seized the opportunity and stuck her tongue out at the younger woman, making a grotesque face to go along with it. Still faced away from her, Natalia said "I saw that!" and promptly headed in the direction of the apples. / Olivia gaped at the brunette as she walked away, then turned to her daughter. "She really does have eyes on the back of her head, doesn't she?" she marveled, her voice too low to be heard by the woman in question. At least, she hoped it was. - Ha!

"Honestly," she sighed aggrievedly, placing a bag of carefully chosen Golden Delicious in the cart. "You're just like a fifteen-year-old boy!" - *snort* Hahaha

The woman followed slowly behind them. - Hrrmmmm....

Her mother was the happiest she'd seen her since she'd presented her project on Family Day and Natalia seemed much more like her old self, playful and smiling rather than exhausted and worried. If it was the kissing that made them that way, then Emma hoped her mother and Natalia would kiss every day for the rest of forever. She loved it when her family was happy. - Awwww :D

Green eyes narrowed as Natalia wandered toward the paper plates. Olivia suddenly realized she'd underestimated the woman she'd given her heart to...again. A slow, sexy smile tugged at her lips. / If I had to underestimate her, she thought, I'm glad it was in this. / She watched as Natalia and Emma reached the end of the aisle, almost laughing out loud when Natalia shimmied her hips briefly, then winked over her shoulder. / Oh, yeah, grinned Olivia. Soooo glad. - Hehehe

She never even noticed the disapproving stare of the elderly woman standing near the facial tissues. - OK, this nosy bitch is totally killing my buzz.

The old lady smirked at her and began to shout for the store's security guard. - Ah, fuck!

He watched from a peculiar angle, disgusted, as the woman tossed her kid into the passenger seat, darted around the car to get in herself, and then peeled out of the parking lot. He didn't even get a good enough look at the license plate to tell what state it was from. - Whew!

"No, sir! Name's Earl. Lookin' for my dog. You seen him?" The fat man with greasy gray hair struggled to his feet and turned around, pulling up both of his shirts as he did so. The guard's distress went completely unnoticed. "Looks like this," he said, his voice muffled somewhat. / The guard looked up at the bum's back with burning eyes. A rather unsophisticated tattoo covered the majority of it. It was of a bulldog with a really, really long tongue. - HA! EARL!!! Most excellent.

Edited at 2009-09-08 10:04 am (UTC)