Just One Of Those Things
By Mavis Applewater
A note of apology to anyone trying to get in touch with me recently. If I failed to answer your emails, it was not intentional. Due to RL & email SNAFU'S the marvelous mavis mailing list has been lost forever. Yup went into good old email.com which had been on the blink (they called it upgrading) and the list was gone. . . bye bye. . . . poof. So if you were on the list or would like to join the list I now have an egroup. How frightening is that? It's called Finding Mavis or Yo Mavis. you can join by emailing to firstname.lastname@example.org . As always send comments to email@example.com
Psst Rae I think your keyboard is safe with this one. But then again I could be lying.
Thank you to my kind and over patient beta readers, Brunnhilda & Diva I know that I'm a nightmare.
For Disclaimers see parts one thru five.
As Always For Heather
"Someone is going to die." Karla muttered as she rubbed her throbbing temple. A few moments ago things couldn't have looked better. She had been kneeling before Olivia who was sprawled out on her desk. The sexual tension that had been building within her looked as if it was about to be released in a very nice way.
That was until some unknown individual interrupted their well needed tryst. Karla struggled to stand her knees feeling a little shaky as she carefully retrieved Olivia's discarded pantyhose and underwear. Karla blushed as she held the items in her hands. She looked around carefully as she decided to toss the items into her briefcase for the moment.
Karla snapped her briefcase close before adjusting her clothing. "Okay girl time to act normal." She cautioned herself as she stepped carefully out of her office. Taking a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit outer office. Everything was quiet. Perhaps a little too quiet. Out of the corner of her eye Karla detected a slight movement.
A scowl overtook her natural chiseled features as she turned to find a pair of blood shot eyes blinking back at her. "Hello, Rob." She drawled coldly. She managed to hold the scowl on her face as she watched in amusement as a pair of bushy white eyebrow twitched nervously. "Hey boss." Rob slurred slightly in response.
"What's up?" Karla inquired deciding to torment the man. "What are you up to you little weasel?" Karla wondered as the man before her twitched slightly. Karla watched with a slight amused feeling as Rob straightened his shoulders and adusted his neck tie. "Oh not much." Rob retorted trying to sound a little too confident.
"Working late?" Karla pried.
"Uhmm." Rob faultered slightly.
"Awfully dark in here to be working, isn't it?" Karla toyed with him a little further.
"Good night, James." Olivia said quickly as she emerged from her office with her coat on and briefcase tucked under her arm. Karla looked up in surprise as the younger woman brushed past her. She wanted to stop her, but the pleading look Olivia flashed at her extinguished the notion. "Good night Olivia." Karla replied as casually as she could manage.
Her heart sank as she watched her assistant heading towards the doorway. "I'll walk out with you." Rob offered a slight aroma of peppermint escaping from his lips as he spoke. Olivia stopped suddenly her back tensed. "Go on ahead Olivia." Karla said curtly. "Rob you haven't told me what you are doing here." Karla pointed out.
"Left something in my desk." Rob muttered quickly.
"I see." Karla responded slyly.
"Found it." He blurted out quickly as he patted the breast of his navy suit jacket. "I was just about to leave."
Olivia watched the conversation with a combination of curiousity and suspicion. "Have a nice weekend then." Karla flashed a crooked smile at him. "He is lying thru his crooked teeth. And he is a little too eager to be alone with Olivia."
"You too." Rob answered with a self satisfiying smirk as he glared at Olivia.
The wirey little man began to move towards Olivia in a cocky manner. "Oh wait Rob." Karla called out. The man trembled slightly as he halted his pace. "Why don't you go ahead Olivia. Have a nice weekend." Karla flashed the a brillant smile towards Olivia. Olivia waved quickly as she made her escape out of the office and towards the elevators. "No sense in keeping Miss. Davenport waiting." Karla added dryly. "I wanted to let you know that I want to meet with you first thing Monday morning." Karla explained.
"Is there a problem?" Rob question her with a slight harshness to his tone.
"No." Karla answered flatly. :"I just need to go over somethings with you."
"Let me just get some of my files so I can prepare over the weekend." The now sweating man stammered.
"No need." Karla reassured him. "I'm certain your accounts are in order. Enjoy the weekend. In fact I was just about to leave myself. Speaking of which wasn't the front door locked. Doesn't Stacy lock up on her way out?"
"She must have forgot." Rob answered in a snotty tone.
"Really?" Karla questioned him, feeling in her heart that the man was lying.
"She can be a little absent minded." Rob added.
"I see." Karla responded flatly, hoping that Rob would take the bait.
He did not disappoint her as he began to drone on about the short comings of his fellow employees. Once Karla felt certain that she had allowed enough time elapse in order for Olivia to successfully escape, she yawned broadly. Rob took the hint and left the office as well. "Idiot." Karla muttered once she felt certain the man was out of earshot. "What a day." She sighed heavilly once she had safely returned to her own office.
She began gathering up her belongings including some items Olivia had left behind in her hasty exit. A large envelope caught her eye. She opened it and looked over the contents. "This is interesting." She said aloud. "Well at least I'll have some entertainment tonight." She muttered as she opened her briefcase to toss the material in. The tall woman found herself blushing from head to toe once she saw what was inside her briefcase.
With trying to deal with Rob, Karla had completely forgotten that she had hidden Olivia's undergarments in her briefcase. "Now just what is the proper means to return these?" She asked herself as she held up the younger woman's panties. After a brief moment of contemplation, she decided to place the items in a manilla envelope. She paused for a moment as she tried to decide if she should include a note she opted to simply seal the envelope. "Now how do I return them?" She asked herself. "I could drop them off. I mean it would be less awkward then doing it here at the office." She told herself as she quickly looked up Olivia's temporary address in her roladex. "I'm simply returning them, to avoid an uncomfortable situation. This has nothing to do with wanting to see her." She lied to herself as she jotted down the address.
On the other side of the city, once again Olivia found herself storming into the studio apartment she was still sharing with Sydney. Her nerves were on edge. She couldn't believe what had almost happened with Karla. A part of her wasn't sorry for what had almost happened and a part of her wanted to kick herself in the backside for allowing her emotions and libdo control her once again. "Almost! I can not believe that I did that! How could I? But then again there was something so sensual about being half naked on top of Karla's desk while she was kneeling before me. Oh boy . . . I really need to release some of this pent up frustration and soon."
"Whoa!" Sydney yelped as Olivia almost slammed into her. "Out of my way." Olivia growled as she raced towards the bathroom.
"Not again." Sydney groaned deeply. Her words caused Olivia to stop in her tracks.
"I'm sorry." Olivia uttered softly. "What's happening to me?"
"Let me guess . . . " Sydney said dryly. ". . . wonder woman has been weaving her magic spell again. And now you are all hot and bothered because your drop dead gorgous boss smiled at you or flirted with you but you can't do anything about it because it unprofessional yada yada. Am I right?" Sydney just smirked in contempt at her friend her expression slowly changing to a curious stare as she took in Olivia somewhat dishelved appearance.
Olivia's emotions were about to reach the breaking point. "I hate you." She growled at her friend.
"Me?" Sydney asked in a horrified tone.
"Yes you." Olivia snarled. "You and every woman on the planet."
"Yup I was right on the money." Sydney groaned as she rolled her eyes.
"I don't want to discuss it." Olivia growled as she tossed her briefcase onto Sydney's bed.
"Okay . . . okay. . ." Sydney conceded as she threw up her hands in surrender. "I'll drop it. Just one question . . . don't you usually wear pantyhose?" Olivia could feel the tattered shreds of what was left to her sanity finally snap. She blushed furiously as she suddenly recalled her state of undress. "I'm in hell." She muttered as she buried her face in her hands.
Sydney wrapped her arms around her friend's shoulders. "Olivia, sweetie what is it?" Chase asked her voice filled with concern as she tenderly rubbed Olivia's shoulders. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"No." Olivia sniffed while shaking her head yes.
"Oh honey." Sydney offered softly. "What's happening to you sweetie? You're just not acting like yourself lately."
"Well . . . " Olivia choked as she kept her face hidden. " . . . it's a little hard to explain.. . . " sniff. ". . . but I think my nylons . . . " sniff . ". . .are with my underwear. . ." Olivia finally confessed.
"Excuse me?" Sydney chased as she peeked over at Olivia's skirt.
"Stop that!" Olivia scolded her as she slapped Chase's hands away from their exploration of her skirt. "Jerk." Olivia groaned as she hugged her friend. Olivia knew that a part of Sydney was simply teasing her, in an effort to ease the tension she was dealing with. Despite her shortcomings as a partner, Sydney Chase was a good friend. "If you are finished trying to sneak a peek, you pervert . . ."
"Me?" Sydney chuckled as Olivia braced herself for the teasing that she was certain was coming. "I beg your pardon blondie, I am not the one wandering around the city without her underwear."
"It's not what you think." Olivia tried to rationalize the situation. Olivia swallowed deeply as she watched Sydney's eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. "Uh huh." Sydney groaned in disgust. "Do tell, then why are you running around town with your goodies exposed?"
"Ooops!" Olivia blushed knowing that she couldn't lie to Chase. "I didn't!" She tried to explain. "We didn't . . . I swear." Olivia prayed that this would be enough to placate her friend. Her hopes quickly came crashing down with at the sight of Sydney's grey eyes rolling in disbelief.
"Well . . . uhm . . . . er. . . ." Olivia stammered as Chase simply stared at her with her arms folded in front of her. Olivia thought briefly about trying to stare down her friend, she decided to back peddle hoping to get out of this without revealing anything too embarrassing. "Idiot, she already knows you're not wearing any underwear!" Olivia admonished herself. "Well . . . we . . . mmmph pherdun." Olivia mumbled from behind her hand now she smiling back at Chase and hoped for the best.
"If you don't want to talk about it just say so." Sydney chuckled. "But you know I'll find out eventually." Chase smirked in an over confident manner. Olivia snarled back at her friend. "We didn't." Olivia confessed with a blushing stammer. ". . . but we almost did." At that moment Olivia was certain who she was trying to explain things to Sydney or herself.
"Uh huh." Was Sydney's only response.
"Hey!" Olivia tried to protest. "Things just got a little out of hand." Olivia blurted out trying to defend her actions. "Look it . . .it . . . start out innocently enough and the next thing I knew I was half naked lying on top of her desk."
"Whoa!" Sydney choked out as her jaw was left hanging in amazement. "You?"
Olivia simply nodded in response as she began to chew neverously on her finger nails. "Olivia?" Sydney chuckled with a slightly evil smirk. "None of this sounds like you. I mean I certainly know that you are far from being a prude, but this is a little risque for you." Chase's words began to tug at her emotions. "I hate to be the one to be constantly pointing this out, she is your boss! If you want to keep your job and everything you have worked for you had better keep your distance." Olivia just stood there accepting the lecture, feeling somehow that she deserved it. "I'm only telling you this because I'm worried about you." Sydney droned on. "I'm not even going to get into how easily you fall into relationships. . . ."
"I know!" Olivia finally snapped back in anger.
"Hey don't bite me head off." Sydney retorted dryly. "You were the one who just last week made me promise just short of a blood oath to remind you of all of this."
"Right." Olivia whinned as she recalled the day that Karla had worn that silk red blouse to the office. There was something about it that drove Olivia baser instincts into overdrive. Olivia decided that it was a good day to lock herself in her office and stay glued to her computer catching up on paperwork. After essentally wasting the day because she proved to be too much of a coward to face Karla one on one she returned home and begged Sydney to keep her line if she every lost her self control again.
"Now where was I?" Sydney continued with enthusiasm. Olivia growled as she realized that her dear old friend was enjoying far too much. "You've worked far too hard to get where you are, just to blow it for a roll in the hay." Sydney paused in her tirade briefly interupted by a slightly knocking on the front door. "Trust me kiddo, no woman is worth it." Sydney continued as she crossed to answer the front door.
"She is." Olivia muttered softly hoping that Chase wouldn't hear her confession.
"Oh no . . . no sweet pea no woman is worth what you are putting yourself thru." Sydney admonished her. Olivia shrank feeling more lost than ever as Chase continued to lecture her on her way to the doorway. "No woman . . . I repeat no woman is worth throwing away your career. Do us both a favor and take a long cold shower and forget about her. Maybe I could fix you up with someone, that should help." Sydney reasoned as she began to reach for the door knob, pausing as Olivia began to laugh.
"You fix me up?" Olivia responded finally finding herself laughing at the situation. "May I remind you that you were the one who fixed me up with Ruth."
"I did not fix you up with her." Chase argued as she once again rolled her eyes in protest. "I merely introduced you to her mostly because I was trying to get her whinny ass away from my bar. Trust me never in my wildest dreams did I think that you would end up moving in with her." Sydney sighed heavily as she began to open the front door. "Trust Auntie Chase, I'll fix you up with someone really hot . . . even hotter than your boss . . ."
"That could be difficult." Olivia muttered.
"Oh please how hot could she be?" Sydney scoffed as she turned and found herself stunned into silence as she found herself staring into the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
"You tell me." Olivia questioned Chase as she watched her normally controlled friend turn to complete mush. Olivia had to smile as she mentally patted herself on the back. Seeing Chase standing there with her jaw hanging open , gawking at Karla like she was Madonna . . . pleased Olivia. "Hello?" Karla's rich voice floated over as Chase inhaled deeply and a familar gleam emerged in her eyes.
"Hello." Chase purred.
"No! No!" Olivia's mind screamed , understanding fully the implications of Chase's purring her greeting. Olivia reacted purely by instinct as she reached out and yanked the bartender into the apartment by her collar. "Bad Chase." Olivia scolded her now drooling friend. "But . . .but . . . but . . ." Chase argued, Olivia could feel Sydney struggling against her grasp. Releasing her hold as she shoved Sydney away from Karla who was now cautiously entering the tiny apartment.
Olivia felt her breathing hitch as she watched Karla's sensual body saunter closer to her. "What was it about this woman?" Olivia wondered as she felt herself mesmorized by Karla's smile. "How is it that you can control my emotions so easily?"
"You must be Karla." Sydney snapped Olivia out of her musings with her introduction. "I am the one and only Sydney Chase."
Olivia groaned and rolled her eyes at her friend's brashness. Olivia was mildly relieve when she spotted a small smile emerge on Karla's lips."Nice to finally meet you, Miss. Chase." Karla offered warmly as she extended her hand.
Olivia began tense, Sydney had accepted Karla's hand and seemed somewhat reluctant to release it. "Oh boy." Olivia blew out in frustration. "Chase!" She grumbled into the bartender's ear.
"Ooops." The bartender giggled.
Olivia did a double take as she stared at her friend blankly. She could not believe what she had just heard, Sydney Chase the ultimate heart breaker had just giggled. "This is getting a little surreal." Olivia muttered as she carefully eyed the bartender.
"So Karla . . ." Sydney began. There was something distinctively familar in her tone of voice that caused alarm bells to go off in Olivia's head.
Her senses went immediatly on alert as she flet the hairs on the back of her neck come to attention. "Don't." Olivia growled in an almost feral tone as she swatted the back of Sydney's head. "Ouch!" Sydney cried out as she grabbed the back of her head. Olivia flashed a quick smile at Karla as she grabbed Chase once again by the scruff of her neck. "Heh . .. heh. . . . excuse us for a moment." Olivia tried and failed miserably to sound casual as she dragged the struggling Sydney into the kitchen.
Once she had the now choking Sydney safely secure in the kitchen she released her hold on her. "What's wrong with you?" Olivia demanded as Sydney tried to catch her breath. "Please tell me you weren't just about to hit on my boss?" Olivia demanded hotly not feeling any reassurance as she caught the twinkle in Sydney's eye.
"Oh my freakin' God." Sydney exclaimed loudly as Olivia suddenly clamped her hands over her friend's mouth. "Keep it down will you." Olivia cautioned her in a hushed tone. "Olivia . . ." Sydney began in a much quieter and more serious tone. ". . . marry her."
"Excuse me?" Olivia asked in bewilderment.
"Marry her." Sydney asserted in a firmer tone.
"But you just said . . ." Olivia began to protest.
"I'm serious." Sydney retorted. "Marry her . . . fuck her . . . just whatever you do don't let her out of your life."
"Wait . . ." Olivia protested in confusion. "You told me . . . that no woman was worth risking everything for."
"I lied." Sydney snorted.
"Hold on you were right Chase." Olivia argued trying to hold onto some small shred of reasonable thinking.
"Oh horse puckey." Sydney scoffed. "Why on earth would you or anyone for that matter take my advice when it comes to relationships?"
"Good point." Olivia conceded hesitantly until her common sense kicked in. "No . . . no . . . no. . . . you were right before. I need to get a grip and move on with my life."
"Are you insane?" Sydney asked in a horrified tone.
"No I'm just doing the one thing I really need to do at the moment." She tried to explain. "I need to get my emotions under control."
"You are insane." Asked her with a look of disbelief. "Olivia if that woman is half as good in bed as she looks . . . ."
"Better." Olivia shot back slightly miffed that Chase would dare to go there so quickly.
"Really?" Sydney questioned in a livicious tone that set Olivia on edge.
"Don't even think about it." Olivia responded in an slow, even and almost feral tone. She could feel the venom building with inside of her. She knew what she was saying although she was slightly disorientated in regards to why she was now threating one of her nearest and dearest friends.
"Okey Dokey." Sydney answered as she threw up her hands in surrender her face reveal a slight hint of panic.
While her and Sydney just stared at one another blankly, Olivia took a moment to catch her breath. Finally the duo emerged from the kitchen. There she was staring out of the apartment window, her chiseled features cast in a haze of bronze as the setting sun seemed to capture her beauty in a seemingly endless moment. "So beautiful." was all Olivia could comprehend at that moment.
Her pulse began to race rapidly as Karla turned slightly and their eyes met. Olivia felt as if she had been burned by the look. The intensity of Karla's look made her breathing stop briefly. Olivia felt powerless she was in control of absolutly nothing. All she could do was look into Karla's eyes. Olivia could feel her mouth go dry as she watched Karla tenderly moving closer to her.
She never heard Sydney making her excuses about being late for work. She never noticed Sydney's departure either. All Olivia could focus on was Karla. She was beyond captivated by this woman and it was beginning to terrify her. "My God, it's almost as if I belong to her . . . that she is a part of me." Olivia's heart raced as she tried to understand what was happening to her. Panic set in as she watched Karla reaching out towards her. "No." She managed to choke out. "I can't handle it . . ."
"Are you are afraid of me?" Karla question her in an almost electrying tone.
"No." Olivia answered with a labored breath. "It's me . . . I'm afraid of not being able to stop."
"I just want to hold you." Karla tried to explain. "I need to hold you." Olivia could feel her body shaking uncontrollably as Karla pulled her gently into her arms. "Sssh." Olivia heard whispered warmly in her ear. Her knee were now trembling along with the rest of her body. Her balance began to sway. Her body was charged with raw emotions were boiling over. She couldn't recall just how she ended up in Karla's embrace. Or when they moved to the futon. She only knew that she suddenly felt safe as Karla simply held her.
Olivia nuzzled closer to Karla's body, "We will never have anything more than a few stolen moments." The thought overwhelmed her the tears coming from deep inside of her soul. Karla held her as she wept, neither of them speaking. Olivia cried herself out the burden had been building for so long, the feelings she had been forcing herself to surpress finally came to the surface. Olivia had never suspect that everything she had been feeling would in the end would bring her saddness.
Unaware how long she was held in the taller woman's arms Olivia found herself drifting off to sleep, feeling both loved and lonely.
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