Olivia Jensen is on her way to ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ғᴀsᴛ (sprinted) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-06-10 13:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [05] may, maizie wolfe, nathan posey, olivia jensen |
Who: Olivia Jensen, Maizie Wolfe, & Nathan Posey
Where: The Oval Office, LBJ Library
When: Backdated to May 10, after the party at The Bar
What: Nathan gets more than he bargained for, being roommates with the girls.
"We live in an office," Olivia drawled, side-stepping her way into the Oval Office once Maizie had opened the door for them both. She turned to face her, grinning broadly; the alcohol she'd had at The Bar earlier during her one chance to let loose had clearly gone to her head. "Don't you think that's weird?" She hadn't bothered to turn the light on as she'd entered, but that was just fine as far as she was concerned. Moonlight was streaming in just a little bit, too, through the windows, barely highlighting the features of Maizie's face. Olivia found this extremely romantic. Maybe it was the fact that they hadn't been alone in forever (Nathan had carpooled back with them, but he was currently… somewhere) or perhaps it was the drinking. Either way, she moved forward, reaching for Maizie's hand and tugging her in closer. With the lights off, masking Nathan's things in the center of the Office, Olivia was well and truly convinced that the twin bed next to the family dining table was still hers and no one else's. After all, they'd had sex on it before. "I think we should make love," she said, planting a kiss on Maizie's lips before she walked them both backwards towards the bed, stopping only when it hit the back of her legs. "What do you think? We could like." One of her hands slipped up underneath Maizie's shirt, intent on undoing her bra. "Totally do it. Right now." Maizie had a problem. Maybe a couple of problems. She was nowhere near as drunk as Liv -- it was too hard to let loose and have fun when Savannah was god-knows-where, even if she was supposedly safe there -- and so she was only too aware of the fact that the bed they were poised next to was not the one they wanted to tumble into. And Nathan, who could walk in behind them at any time, would definitely not be happy to find the two of them doing … anything, really, in his bed. The idea of suffering such an embarrassment sent chills down Maizie’s spine. Or, no. No, those chills were definitely from Liv’s hands under her shirt, fingertips fumbling against her skin in search of the clasp of Maizie’s bra. It suddenly seemed like it had been a really long time since they’d fooled around and, god, it would be so nice if they actually, really had the Oval Office to themselves for a little bit. But they didn’t. Shaking her head slightly, Maizie reached down to try and sort of gently remove Liv’s hands out from under her top. “Not here. Like, omg, yes, I wish. But just not here.” Not right next to Nathan’s bed, she meant, or maybe just not in this exact moment. It wasn’t the most eloquent response ever but it was late and she was on the edge of tipsy and trying to be the practical one for once. "Are you sure?" Like, Olivia was super into consent and stuff, especially after that really weird talk from Savannah about how consent was sexy -- which was totally not what she wanted to be thinking about just then -- but she wasn't sure if Maizie didn't want to do it on her bed, or if she didn't want to do it at all. If it was the second one, she was totally okay with it! But like, clarity would be good, and Olivia didn't see the point in wasting time while she sought said clarity. Especially since there'd been a 'yes' somewhere in that answer, too. Still, Olivia was happy to go along with Maizie's initial request, pulling her hands out from underneath her shirt readily enough. (She always had trouble with bra clasps, anyway, drunk or not.) But instead of remaining where she was, looking up at her girlfriend's adorable face while she waited for an answer, she dropped down to her knees and reached for the button of Maizie's shorts, nudging the bottom of her shirt up with her nose and pressing a kiss to her stomach, right below her navel. "I'm totally listening, just like, you know." Her fingers found the zipper next, tugging it down. "Helping. I'm helping! I mean, you're gonna have to take these off eventually even if we don't do it." Okay, this was definitely not solving the problems at play. In fact, Maizie was pretty sure it was making them worse. Her breath hitched, just slightly, at the contact between Liv’s lips and her lower abdomen. And she couldn’t really help but rock forward just slightly on the balls of her feet, even as her hands shot down to grab onto the waistband of her shorts. No way in hell those were going anywhere while the two of them were still in the middle of the Oval Office. “I’m really sure,” Maizie replied, though she sounded anything but certain. She paused to swallow, and then tried again. “It would be one thing, if we were totally sure we’d be alone. ‘Cause I want to, but we can't.” The lights were off, which should have been an indicator for Nathan when he pushed the office door opened softly, and probably was a little. But he was tired and buzzed, and still kind of sore that he missed a couple opportunities for company at The Bar because he felt he had some kind of responsibility to Olivia and Maizie to make sure they got back to the LBJ okay. So instead of figuring there was anything else going on he assumed the girls were already asleep when he realized the room was dark. Liv had been pretty gone the last time he saw the two of them, so he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d passed out. He stopped in his tracks at the scene in front of him, in what was usually his space in the office. “Good lord, hang a sock, y’all. Warn a guy,” he exclaimed, eyes averted upwards almost immediately. Not because he was scandalized, but he wasn’t real comfortable either. “I would have known what it meant.” Olivia sprang backwards away from Maizie, toppling onto Nathan's mattress with a yelp. "I forgot you were here! I mean, at first. And then I forgot that I remembered." She pushed herself up from her half-lying position with great effort, the darkness of the room camouflaging just how hard she was blushing. "But it wasn't like -- I wasn't going down on her or anything, just to clarify. Which was why we didn't need a sock." Nathan cringed. He hadn’t been looking for an explanation, and he still wasn’t looking at either of the girls. “Oh my god.” Maizie, too, scrambled back several steps, fumbling to redo the button on her shorts at the same time. Talk about nightmares coming true. Having Savannah walk in on them in the middle of making out had been bad enough -- and nobody was drunk that time -- but Nathan doing the same was somehow worse. “Sorry,” she said, the apology tumbling out before she remembered that, really, they weren’t even actually doing anything, for all that the situation seemed far less innocent at first glance. “This is not -- we were just going to bed, to sleep, and got lost on the way.” He risked glancing their direction, and shrugged. “S’fine. Y’all don’t need to give me a reason, or an apology.” The latter was for Maizie’s sake more than anything. “It’s your space, and you’re adults, and…” Nathan wasn’t built for awkward conversations. “How ‘bout we forget this happened, and I can go crash with Luc or Nick, or somethin’.” He was capable of being charitable, even if part of him felt like he could consider this karma for Liv and her library scene. But that was mostly the petty, immature part of him. "You don't have to leave!" As much as Olivia had completely forgotten that Nathan existed, now that she was face to face with him -- sort of -- she felt kind of bad about the whole thing. Like, it totally sucked, being interrupted, but technically he had as much of a right to the place as they did. "It's totally -- we're not going to do anything, so. Stay. And I'll just like, go over there." One second, then another passed as Nathan tried not to let his face crack into any kind of entertained expression at the back and forth that was going on. Laughing, or even smirking at drunk Olivia was really hard though. She reminded him of a few of his college friends. “I could always put in earplugs,” he suggested with a straight face, before he remembered that Maizie was sober, and would be able to recall the entire exchange in the morning. “But how ‘bout we start with y’all clearin’ out of my meager space.” “Sorry,” Maizie said again, even though Nathan had said they didn’t need to apologize. It just felt like a beg for forgiveness kind of situation, since they were basically trespassing. Violating the sanctity of her sort-of-uncle’s sleeping place to make out. How was she ever going to look Nathan in the eye in the morning? “Okay, yes. We can totally move. C’mon, Liv.” Snapping out of her shame spiral, Maizie took a step back toward the bed and reached out a hand to grab Olivia and haul her up to her feet. If they did this quickly enough, they could just, like, collapse in muffled embarrassment over there behind the divider and that would be the end of it for the night. "Yup. Totally moving." Olivia grabbed onto Maizie's hand with both of hers, stumbling upright and nearly tripping over her own feet, and risked another glance in Nathan's direction. "So like, yeah. Don't go to Luc's! It's cool, nothing weird almost happened here tonight." And with that, Maizie successfully managed to pull Olivia away, behind their divider, for the rest of the night. |