"Thank you, Otara." Olivine hung up the phone and stood facing the window. Placing the phone in the tiny desk beside. Looking at her watch, thinking deeply about why her sister Ofelia hasn't contacted her yet—no calls or even emails from her new secretary.
"Oliv." Katarina appeared from behind.
"Hmm?" replied looking behind.
"Let's have dinner," she repeated, standing in front of her, holding her face, and analyzing.
"Whats going on?" she asked, her brows furrowing, and she started to be concerned.
"I want to book a hotel nearby," she said, folding her arms across her chest looking outside the window.
"hmmm why? we just got here," she said.
"You don't like to share the same bed with me?" Katarina added, holding her arm, Olivine avoiding her gaze.
"No, not like that, and it's funny though," she replied, looking down and smiling, avoiding her gaze.
"It's just that I don't feel safe in here in this place; something is off." Olivine looked back and held her gaze at her arms still folded across her chest.
"Olive, you know you can talk to me, and I am always being supportive to you," she brushes her hand on her arms.
Olivine avoided her gaze again, paying attention to her little screen. Taking a seat on the bed, Katarina gently stepped in front of her, slowly sitting on Olivines lapped, taking her little screens.
"Let me choose the hotel for you," she insisted, scrolling hotels nearby.
"How about this one? Is this fine?" She asked.
"Two beds, Katarina," she requested.
"What?" Olivine asked, staring at her.
"You don't like to share a bed with me?" She asked, waiting, placing her hand around her neck.
"No, I mean, uh, yes," her answers came confused.
"I love to share the same bed with you," Olivine clarifies.
"Don't hold yourself back now, Oliv," Katarina whispered to her ear.
"I hold myself back; it's not because I keep my promise, but I respect you. I always said that I won't take advantage of your vulnerability," she explained.
"Oliv doesn't think that," she said, cupping her face.
"You're not taking advantage of me," she said.
"Don't tiptoe around Oliv," she said.
"I might do things. It triggers you, Katarina," she insisted, making a point.
"I don't want you to make you uncomfortable around," she added. Instead, Katarina took her hand and held it.
"I would tell if I am uncomfortable; yes, I am dealing with the triggers, but I have never been triggered by you, not once, Oliv," she explained, looking at her eyes, gently pressing her lips to hers.
"Don't hold yourself around me," she said while still their lips touched, whispering.
"You let me explore how I feel, and it feels so good, Oliv," she continues.
"I'm always here, Katarina," she said, holding herself.
"I admit I was a player before I got married; since then I don't take for granted on women anymore. I realized I hurt their feelings, and it's fun for me to know, seeing them cry." Olivine looked down regretfully, registering her face.
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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...
