I Get By With a Little Help From My… Enemies
Author: CN Winters
Rating: PG-14 (adult language and situations)
Genre: Romance with a splash of sex appeal
Summary: Doris finds Olivia sitting alone during
another ladies night and tries to get the latest girl on girl
takes place after Natalia’s canceled wedding and prior to
Otalia ‘genuine’ kiss we have yet to see at this point
(and not one of those, "I can’t say the word lesbians
so I’ll just kiss you to show you what I mean" kisses.
We’re talking a real kiss).
Author’s Notes: For those people that might ask,
"Are you the CN who writes Xena and Buffy fanfic?"
The answer is yes, I am. My friend Bridget (damn you!!) sent
me a link to the youtube videos of Otaliafan and needless to
say I was hooked. Parts of this story are slightly corny I’ll
admit, but overall it’s a very nice pairing.
Standard Disclaimer Ahead: Guiding Light is a product of
Proctor & Gamble (like Ivory Soap, Crest and Pringles),
and appears on CBS at the time of writing this. The characters
are the creative property of the show and its producers – I’m
just borrowing them for my amusement, and hopefully those few
souls who read this.
Word Count: 2200 words
I Get By With a Little Help From My… Enemies
"Well, my oh my. Look what the cat dragged in,"
Doris said as she took a seat next to Olivia at the bar.
"Or should I say dragged out."
Olivia’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the woman sitting
next to her. She then took the time to examine Doris from head
to toe and said, "No hat I see. Decided to leave the
disguise at home this time?"
At first Doris didn’t say anything, but she did give
Olivia a slight grin.
"So where’s your sweetheart?" Doris asked.
"I figured by now you two’d be at home doing some
serious pearl diving."
Olivia tried not to smile. "Pearl diving? That’s a
lovely euphemism," she added sarcastically.
Doris looked over at Olivia’s drink and asked,
Olivia just nodded and Doris motion to the bartender.
"Two margaritas please," she said.
"Are you trying to get me drunk, Mayor Wolfe?"
Doris looked around the bar and then whispered, "You’re
the best prospect here tonight so why the hell not?"
"Thank you." Olivia gave her a seductive leer and
then cleared her throat. "But I must admit… I am in
love. Madly, deeply, hopelessly… with Natalia."
"Hopeless love," Doris said with a slight shake
of her head. "That’s never good, Liv."
"First, what would you know about it? And second, don’t
call me Liv."
"Fair enough," Doris replied. She paid the
bartender as she set the two drinks in front of them. Doris
took a small sip and a silence passed between them.
"Seriously," she said as she rested her glass back
down upon the bar. "How are you two doing?"
"Why do you care?" Olivia asked. "Looking
for another political move using my social life?"
"Hey," Doris said sounding serious, "if I
make a successful match with you and Natalia I’ve made my
gay quota for the year – I get the toaster oven, and not the
single broiler either, but the fancy double one."
Dropping the façade slightly, Doris gave Olivia the
slightest of grins and Olivia stared to chuckle in spite of
"For a total bitch…you have your moments,"
Olivia announced holding up her glass.
Doris raised hers and clicked them together.
"Back at ya," she toasted. They each took a
drink. "Really, where’s Natalia? Why are you here
alone?" Doris asked, looking around the room.
"I invited her," Olivia said. "She said she’d
stop by…maybe..." Olivia sighed heavily and downed the
rest of her margarita.
"You know, you can talk to me," Doris
"Yeah? So you can go blab it to Frank and everyone
else in Springfield?"
It was Doris’ turn to sigh.
"Technically I didn’t tell Frank how you felt. What
I said was – and I quote - "Your ex-fiancée has the
hots for Olivia." See? Big difference."
"Same difference," Olivia retorted.
"Look, either way the man deserved to know the truth.
If you two weren’t going to tell him then someone had
Olivia’s shoulders slumped.
"You’re right," she said taking a drink from
the new glass. "I can blame you for quite a bit, but when
it comes to that one, well, you’re absolutely right."
For a moment, neither woman spoke.
"So…" Doris pressed on. "You’re all
alone. You’ve got the ‘naughty business woman’ motif
workin’ for you," she said as her fingers played with
the lapel of Olivia’s jacket. "You’re slamming back
margaritas like it’s Cinco de Mayo. None of this strikes me
as being ‘Madly, deeply, hopelessly in love.’ If anything,
it reeks of fear and frustration."
Olivia looked at Doris for a long moment as if on the verge
of saying something until finally she spoke.
"If you say a word of this to anyone I will out you
faster than you’ll can say Larry Craig. And I promise you…
no ‘wide stance’ excuses like his will save your ass. You
"Ma’am, yes, ma’am," Doris teased.
"I mean it," Olivia said, her voice rising
slightly as she waved her finger. Doris just motioned with her
hands for Olivia to continue.
"Natalia wants to take things slow; to get comfortable
with us, like we were when we were roommates."
"Oh, noooo," Doris said shaking her head.
"Oh, yes," Olivia replied with heavy frustration
in her voice. "And while that’s not bad in theory,
"A real downer," Doris replied.
"It’s killing me," Olivia confessed. "I
look at her and I feel like I’m going to burst. And I
literally ache – I mean there’s actually physical pain in
particular…regions because I want her so badly."
Doris put a hand on Olivia’s shoulder.
"You poor woman – talk about karma coming and biting
you in the ass."
"Yes, I have few… indiscretions… in my past,"
Olivia said. Doris harrumphed and rolled her eyes.
"Okay," she admitted, "a lot of indiscretions,
and yes, I know I was crazy to think that I’d ever find
anyone that truly makes me happy who’s not totally insane…
But I did... And now…"
"It’s lesbian bed death without ever having gone to
bed," Doris replied.
"Lesbians…dead…in bed…what?" Olivia was
"Lesbian bed death," she repeated. "It's a
sociological theory that says lesbians have less sex the
longer the relationship lasts. Which is why I make it a rule
to never let a woman I sleep with stay overnight. Well, that
and the whole being in the closet thing. Anyway, the point is
you essentially become roommates… which is exactly what
Natalia says she wants…and which is not good for your…
aches and pains."
"Well, what do I do?" Olivia asked. "I think
about kissing her or making a move and then I freeze up. I don’t
want to scare her. But then I think maybe I’ll let her set
the pace and when she’s ready she’ll-."
"Be the man," Doris interrupted her.
"Someone has to be the man here and take
charge," she repeated.
"You’re a gay homophobe AND a sexist?" Olivia
asked sarcastically. "You think women can’t take
charge? I can take charge."
"Exactly," Doris replied. "Whoever is the
most domineering, outspoken and aggressive in the relationship
needs to take on a masculine role, which in this case is you,
because, let’s face it, that doesn’t describe Natalia at
all. For gods sake she almost married a man she didn’t love
because she couldn’t say no."
"Now that’s not entirely true," Olivia said
trying to defend Natalia.
"Whatever," Doris brushed her off. "Point
is, if you don’t decide to be the man then…You’ll be
The bartender came back by. "Can I get you anything
"I’m good," Doris answered, and pitched her
thumb toward Olivia. "But she’s going to need another
margarita STAT." The bartender nodded as Olivia tossed
back the rest of the drink as if on cue. "You have three
ways to play this," Doris advised.
"One is be the man," Olivia answered. "What’s
the other two?"
"One is something I know you can do - be the tease;
Olivia grinned at the prospect, but muttered,
"Bitch," into her margarita glass.
"Third option? Force her hand," Doris continued,
"Make her think if she doesn’t make a move, she might
"And how do I do that exactly?" Olivia asked.
"Well, it would take an elaborate scheme with lots of
planning…" Doris trailed off as she looked over to see
Natalia enter the front door. "Or it might work this very
"What?" Olivia asked.
"Don’t look now, but Natalia just walked in,"
Doris replied. "She’s chatting with the doorman."
Olivia began to search and Doris slapped her arm.
"I said don’t look!" she chastised firmly, but
tried to keep quiet at the same time. "Here’s what we’re
going to do – I’m going to kiss you; you’re not going to
resist at first, but then you’ll push me away and shake your
head. Got it?"
Olivia smiled. "You’re cra-."
Before she could finish the sentence Doris’ lips were on
hers. She found herself relaxing into the kiss as her hand
made its way to Doris’s knee, giving it a light squeeze.
Doris for her part pushed her fingers through Olivia’s
hair pulling her closer. When Doris’ tongue gently pushed
through Olivia’s closed lips she found no resistance. In
fact, Olivia’s fingertips dug deeper into Doris’ thigh.
From across the room Natalia froze in her tracks and her
mouth began to slowly open in surprised. She continued to
watch as Olivia pulled away and began shaking her head. Doris
just shrugged in response. The mayor then looked over and saw
Back at the bar Doris slowly rose from her spot. "I
think that might have worked Olivia."
Olivia smiled. "Call me Liv," she replied.
Doris just smiled and patted her hand before making her way
"What do you think you’re doing?" Natalia asked
Doris as she approached. There was no mistaking the anger in
Doris paused and looked over her shoulder at Olivia.
"Let me put it this way…" Doris then looked
back at Natalia with a smirk. "You’ve got wolves at
your gate – or at least one wolf." She began to walk
away, but Natalia grabbed her by the forearm.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Doris gave her a condescending smile.
"Olivia is a passionate woman, Natalia. She won’t be
content with just holding hands forever. If you don’t meet
her needs - all her needs - she’ll find a woman who
will. Best part of all? She won’t have to look any further
than city hall."
Doris walked away and Natalia took an unsteady breath as
she turned to face Olivia. Doris made her way to the door, but
before she left she looked over at Olivia and gave her a
thumbs-up sign. Quickly, Olivia tried to hide her smile behind
Olivia acted like she was just noticing Natalia as the
woman walked over. She rose, somewhat shaken from her seat,
and pulled out the seat next to her for Natalia to sit down.
"Doris was just here," Olivia said. "She, uh…"
"She kissed you," Natalia replied. It was just
three words but they were filled with worry and uncertainty.
"Yeah. I said thanks, but no thanks…It’s not her
lips that I want."
Olivia’s hands cupped Natalia’s face and her thumbs
gently ran across her cheekbones. Instinctively Natalia began
to look around her to see who might be watching.
"We’re safe here," Olivia reassured her.
Natalia instantly relaxed and her hands went to Olivia’s
hips, pulling her closer. "I saw you kissing her and I…"
"It was a set-up," Olivia confessed dropping her
hands away. "I’m not going to build our relationship on
lies. I’ve done that enough in my life. I told Doris about
When Olivia didn’t continue Natalia asked, "About
"About how much I desire you. And about how frustrated
I’m feeling. Then she had the bright idea of forcing your
hand, to make you jealous. Next thing I know she’s kissing
me. I didn’t even have time to disagree and…and…the
other option was for one of us to be the man as she put
it and I know that you’d never just kiss me…and I-."
Natalia’s lips seized Olivia’s. The hands she had on
Olivia’s hips began to migrate – one hand went to the back
of Olivia’s head and the other one cupped one buttock.
Natalia pulled away slightly before returning to Olivia with
even more fervor than the first time.
Olivia moaned and deepened the kiss, making Natalia growl
hungrily in response. She pulled back long enough to lift
Natalia to the bar chair before she settled her body between
her assistant’s legs. Olivia looked down to see Natalia’s
legs quivering. She ran her hands along the outside.
"Am I making you tremble like that?" Olivia asked
Natalia swallowed hard and closed her eyes, as if soaking
up Olivia’s touch. She couldn’t audibly answer so she
nodded her head in the affirmative.
"Open your eyes," Olivia gently ordered. Natalia
did as instructed to see Olivia hovering mere inches away from
her lips. "Doris had another option I could try… being
"R-really?" Natalia asked.
"Yeah, but…I don’t want to coerce you into
something you don’t…want…" Olivia put extra
emphasis on the word ‘want’ as her fingertips worked their
way into the button on Natalia’s jacket. With one easy
stroke she unbuttoned it, making it fall open. She smiled wide
when she heard Natalia slightly gasp in surprise.
"I’ve been your roommate," she said as
she worked her hands under the jacket until the came to rest
on Natalia’s hips. "Now I want to be your lover…
starting tonight. So be honest…is that something you
Natalia smiled and reached up to stroke Olivia’s face.
"I can honestly say… although I have practically no
idea what will make you happy in bed…I’d love to find
"Who said we had to be in the bedroom?" Olivia
teased. She licked her lips subconsciously as her eyes
appraised Natalia’s curves with unspoken appreciation.
Natalia blushed under the scrutiny until Olivia took some
money out of her pocket and threw it on the bar.
"Thanks. Have a good night," the barkeep said as
she collected it.
"We plan to," Olivia replied as she took Natalia
by the hand and led her from the bar.