Katarina saw Olivine looking up, staring at the glass walls, facing the streets where the lights came in. An empty room filled with her vibrant presence; Katarina looking at her, she seemed to be thinking sitting on top of the mini ladder. Wearing her usual attire, her business suit neatly, with crossed arms on her chest.
This time Katarina notices she has a warm glow on her cheeks and a spark in her eyes. She starts getting curious about what she's thinking about, and those sweet smiles wanderer, comparing seeing her for the first time. Wandering; her eyes were lost and empty. Katarina stood there, mesmerized by her beauty. Reality snapped her back; looking at the coffee she carried along the way, it may have gone cold.
"Oliv..." Katarina took her hand; she only looked on her eye and went her attention down as she placed a cup of coffee on her hand.
"I know something in your mind, even if you didn't speak about it, but I know," Katarina said instantly in front of her. Olivine looked at her hand with Katarina's thumb rubbing gently, signaling the support.
"Thank you," she said after she took a sip.
"I want to thank you for helping me with my sister to sign those papers and this space that I need," she said, pulling Katarina closer.
"She told me you can't drown the sorrow with alcohol, but at least don't jump from the rooftop either," Katarina smiled.
"Oh, I didn't know she's into dark humor now?" Olivine chuckled for the first time Katarina saw her that way.
"Yes, she did say that," Katarina replied.
Olivine placed the cup of coffee beside her and pulled Katarina closer to her as she was sitting looking up at her. Katarina's arms rested on her shoulders.
"Youre beautiful," Olivine complimented for the very first time. She saw Katarina's cheeks start blushing.
"What can I say?" she replied.
"You don't have to say anything." Olivine smiled; she looked away, avoiding gazing in, her chest being as gentle as she is. Katarina noticed she smiled a bit. How and the way she reacted-she didn't say what the proper dress code was to be her girlfriend. Olivine makes her free, and she's admiring the feeling of it.
"Are you shy, Oliv? Or are you avoiding being tempted?" she asked, provoking, still wearing those smiles.
"Both..." She replied and looked directly into her eyes.
"You don't like what you see? Or I'll dress a little conservative," Katarina asked.
"Uh..." Olivine came speechless.
"What?" she said, waiting.
"Uh...you want me to be a pervert or what?" she grinned. Katarina slapped her shoulder and chuckled to stop teasing her.
"I'm sorry," she said, smiling at her.
"Do you want me to unbotton these?" pointing, titling her head down, used her eyes.
"Stopped Katarina." Olivine's turned, stopped teasing her.
"Excuse me, miss?" a knock on the door getting their attention. A young stranger standing on the doorway seeks their attention.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
