Blind Carnival

Having Kittens

She gets distracted from her preparations for John's arrival by a phone call from Bea. In her usual manner she starts pouring news on Olivia, right after a hurried 'hello' and her habitual 'so this is what happened.' Olivia doesn't blame her. Any other given day Olivia would have nowhere to go and nothing else to do, and most likely if she was working she'd fancy a break. That has always worked in their relationship - just not today.

Olivia listens patiently to Bea's account of the meeting where she 'cocked up that prick from marketing' and once she switches to musing what hat she needs for her hols with Olivia's Dad in the Caribbean next month, Olivia notices her watch. Holy mother of monkeys!

"Bea— Um, Bea—" Olivia's trying to fit a word in. "Bea! I have a guest tonight!"

That gets Bea's attention.

"Oh?"

"Yes, John's coming over, and I need to change."

"Oh god, yes! You're probably in your PJs? Don't put on the same red knickers! Do you have black lace? Put on makeup! Red lipstick! Hair up!" Bea's barking commands.

"Bea, I need to go–"

"You need heels! And what food do you have? Meet him in the door in smalls and something on top so he has something to take off! No bra!"

"I'm hanging up, Bea..."

"After this one, Dane, you're talking! I still haven't gotten any report from the previous shags, and it's the first time in seven years we actually have something to talk about!"

Ouch.

"Firstly, you know I'm not discussing it with you, Bea. And also, I need to go!"

"Bye! Shag his brains out!"

She hangs up, and Olivia realises she's managed to clean up her flat while Bea was blathering. Now, Olivia has ten minutes left, and no desire to change.

Bea was wrong, Olivia's not wearing PJs. Her bottoms are yoga harem trousers, and on top she has her favourite tee that says 'May the mass times acceleration be with you.'

Olivia's been struggling with the question of lacy underwear, since coincidentally she has to describe quite a lot of taking said underwear off. She wears sport bras - since society requires her to cover her nipples, and wires in traditional bras might or might not have correlation with breast cancer - and cotton bikinis, since they're the most comfortable for her. She did go all red and sexy on John upon Bea's advice last time, but it was endlessly uncomfortable. And somehow she just doesn't want it now. She quite agrees with many women's approach of putting something special on to 'spice it up' - and again, it makes sense to do it for oneself, and not for the bloke, who should really decide for himself whether he's aroused or not. Right now, Olivia feels sexy as it is, from the whole idea of conducting an experiment and from not having seen him for a few days. Plus, let's face she's a smitten kitten. Yeah, yeah, it's early, but why does it have to be a barney? You two are doing great, Dane. Relax and enjoy.

She opens the door, and there he is. A tall, wide, and delicious drink of water. She jumps and hangs onto his neck. His palms are on her arse, and he hoists her up. Hm, it is indeed comfortable, if the bloke is supporting you. Also, he's quite a heavy poppet. Meaning, there are no bony angles digging into her inner thighs. She properly fancies the whole bear man thing!

"Hello," she purrs, and he grins back.

"Good evening to you too, Liv."

She lifts an eyebrow. "Liv?"

She leans in and kisses the very corner of his soft warm lips.

"Liv," he asserts. Oh la la, three sounds, the last one gently vibrating on his bottom lip, and you are toast! But then his confidence wavers, and he smiles shyly. "Yeah?"