Sunlight peeking through the curtains thin sunbeams' reflection passes through it's shining light. Like it starts to glow scattered on the bed sheets. Looking on Katarina's side of the bed, she's wearing a big shirt. Olivine noticed she already had a sweatshirt and pajamas.
Looking at Katarina still sleeping, tempted to trace her nose line those natural curve eyelashes of hers. She can't keep not to stare and mesmerize her beauty. Placing a kiss on her head and closing her eyes. Smelling her scent even craves her more, Olivine resists being tempted.
"What kind of world have you been in...what is it in you that gives me this feeling that I can't even explain?" she whispered, looking at her sleeping.
"You make me feel in love again" she whispered. Sniffing her hair and fiddling a few strands of her hair through her fingertip. Stopping herself to trace her lips, instead she stared at her for a moment. Olivine stops herself towards Katarina, embracing her and feeling the warmth of her skin.
"Oliv..." she heard murmured, calling her name.
Choosing to leave the bed quickly after she calls, she pulled the sheets covering her. Olivine starts the morning stretching and makes a few pushups on the flat surface of the floor. Taking her time to warm up, peeking the curtains, she eventually unveiled one side of the curtains to see the entire sunrise outside of the hotel. After the strong storm happened last night, it's like nothing happened as it may seem.
Looking around, she caught her eyes on the second bed, paying attention to it. There's a few things that are placed in order. Katarina made it for her as she requested; she smiled looking at it for her considering her needs and being obviously thoughtful of her.
Katarina's anticipation might be that Olivine will turn up side down the whole room. Only just to look for a specific thing that she needed. Olivine noticed that she doesn't like being messy in her surroundings or even in the slightest objects that aren't placed. Olivine smiles at the different side of Katarina, thinking her life is a mess. The least she could do to mask it is by looking around in order to make herself neat and tidy.
Just like how she instructed Katarina, everything she needs is all in there and placed. Katarina covers the whole second bed on its mattress to hide all the things of Olivine neatly piled and placed under the cover.
Taking glimpses at her and the clock, she moved a little around, not creating a noise. Luckily, assuming by the way she sleeps like cooking oil or butter stored in a container inside the fridge, Olivia finds herself amused by it. Subtle things and her mannerisms appear like pealing an onion layers and layers to discover. Olivine she quickly went to the bathroom and got ready to start the first day on her job.
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A gentle knock for a room service made her wake up in bed. Olivine looked at her, mesmerizing how goergous a woman she is. She never had a chance to see her in that vulnerable state of her being. Making all the excuses in the world not to spend a night on the penthouse.
This time she sees already, afraid to create a bond and attachments with her. That even herself can't escape it anymore. The fear of losing people she was most dying to avoid.
Olivine took a sip of her coffee, looking at the wristwatch. It's six o'clock in the morning, enjoying the feeling of what it is like to have a special someone in bed again. A woman that she never touched, a promise she made waiting until Katarina was ready, allowing to make love to her.
Sitting there watching as she enjoys her cup of coffee. Calmly sipping, waiting for her to wake up. Looking outside the glass, nearby island she sees. Taking glimpses of Katarina again, she walks closer to her; she's about to touch her hair by moving her hand, gliding and reaching on her side. Olivine quickly moved away from the side of the bed, holding her cup panicked.
"Good morning," she said, leaning slowly again, kissing her head, watching Katarina smile at her. She seemed to like what she saw.
"Good morning, Oliv." Katarina calls her, but she responded with a smile while listening to the way she's calling her name. She wondered if she's just teasing her because of the smile registered in her face; those subtle sneaky behaviors towards her made her cute in the moment.
"Im sorry, I forgot to put clothes on last night," Olivine kissed her forehead.
"But I did," she presented.
Sliding Katarina herself away from her after reaches her phone, checking the time is it.
"Have a breakfast with me," Olivine said, looking at her as she stood on the bedside facing her. Brushing her hair using her finger tips, flipping towards the back of her head, looking at her slippers. Katarina held her neck, kissing her head. Olivine's eyes are magnetized by her when she's walking towards the bathroom.
Calmly sitting there watching the sunrise starts showing in a whole glass window of their room. Katarina hugged, wrapping her arms around Olivine's shoulders.
"I'm here," she said, whispering, and sat next to the chair.
"Seven thirty, we will be leaving," Olivine said.
"Can I sit on your lap?" she asked.
"No..." Olivine refuses; instead, she sat on her anyway, no questions asked. Olivine smiles at her, defying her words.
"Am I starting to spoil you?" She paused, slowly sipping her cup of coffee.
"I'm scared if I might hurt you, Katarina, or make you cry for none sense reasons," Olivine sincerely said directly to her, not hesitant on her words.
"If I may cry, Olivine, it's not you who will intentionally hurt me; I know you will never do that, and please stop walking on eggshells around with me, please," she said in frustration, almost rolling her eyes.
"And don't f*cking change yourself for the sake of me; even some moment I cannot read you at all," she added.
"I only began to show you the soft side of me, Katarina, that once I let a woman in, I thought I had never been scared, even more like this now," Olivine said, looking away and avoiding her gaze.
She looked back again, holding up herself, avoiding how beautiful Katarina is. Tempted to do things that she knows she will be stopped by when she attempts.
Holding her neck and leaning over to kiss Katarina for the first time. The softness she felt, she couldn't explain even more. This time she never stopped by her.
"I'm sorry," she said, snapping herself in the moment.
Katarina smiled, looking at her in control of herself; she was admiring mostly the promise she made for her.
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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...
